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It Was in the Stars	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 2029 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It occurred to her...the thought...as she slid one leg over the side of the bed, then the other, her feet touching the worn wood of her bedroom, that Jack was the first one to...see her...all of her...he was the first man to give her an orgasm...the first man to touch her...the first man to whisper beautiful things in her ear as he gave her pleasure...the first man to make her feel truly free...the first man to make her feel...so peaceful...like she had found a pocket in the world where nothing bad could ever happen, where it was only her and Jack and...she was fiercely glad that it was him, that it was Jack...her pirate captain...her devilish trickster, with his golden smile and dark eyes...there was no one else in the world she could fathom giving herself to...and she was so grateful that he was...allowing himself to be vulnerable with her...to allow her to see him...and for his patience with her…
She felt the bed moving, felt the mattress surface shifting...then strong arms were sliding around her, pulling her back against a solid chest, warm lips teasing the skin of her neck. "Second thoughts, darling?" A hand covered her breast, gentle kneading, his thumb playing with her nipple again, earning him a sigh and a whisper of his name. His voice was teasing, playful, but it had an underlying tone of urgency, like under the layers of patience was a thin thread of self-control that was fraying more every second.
"No," she whispered back. "Just thinking."
"Mmm, what about?"
God, she would never tire of hearing his voice...it alone had the power to send her heart thudding...the way it wrapped around words like velvet, could lower to a rumble in his chest, a growl...but now it had taken on a new tone...something softer, like a note on an instrument that would only play for her...
"It's just...you're um...the first man to…"
...Him? The first to...the realization had him completely dumbfounded for a moment...that hadn't occurred to him. Not really.
"I'm the first...for everything?"...couldn't keep the shock out of his voice...didn't even try to.
"Yes. I didn't make a habit of walking around nude in the mansion, nor do I do it here. So…"
She felt him hold his breath, felt the stillness of his chest, then he let it out in a slow steady...almost calculated exhale, like he had thoughts leaving his head with it. "...Why me, love?"
Because there was no one on earth that she trusted more, because she knew he wouldn't leave her unappreciated...because she loved him..."I already told you, I trust you."
"You trust a fair handful of people."
"Yes...but not like you. I trust you with my life...I don't see why this is any different."
"Lizzie…"
It hit her then, why he was being so persistent in figuring out why...why he'd stiffened behind her...why his tone of voice was changing...he was afraid...afraid that he didn't deserve her, afraid that he was going to fail her...and it broke her heart...that he had been taught that he was undeserving of trust...undeserving of good things...of her. Jack Sparrow wasn't supposed to be afraid.
"Jack...I am fully prepared to let you be my first. I fail to see why me exposing myself to you is what you are focused on."
Oh...he hadn't been prepared for her to come right out and say that...confirm it...what he had hoped...but still hadn't quite allowed himself to believe just yet…
"...I...I'm not sure that…"
...and it was bloody hard to focus on both his insecurities that were creeping up and maintaining his self-control to avoid doing exactly what she wanted to do without any further preamble. Why did doubt have to creep up now? Now, of all the times...
When his voice faltered, when he sucked in and pushed out a frustrated breath, she stood up for just a moment before climbing back on the bed, one leg on either side of him, and sat right in his lap, bringing her hands up to grasp his face, trying to ignore the blush at being so exposed still…and trying her damnedest to ignore his cock pressing against her with only a thin layer of cloth in the way. "Stop, silly pirate. I have...never felt anything like what you just gave me...that was...incredible...you didn't have to do that...you could skip all of this and go straight to the main event...as it were...but...just...don't feel like you aren't the only person in the world that I would trust to do this...because you are the only person in the world I trust for this."
He was watching her...looking like he wanted to believe her...but there was something...still there...in his eyes…he looked nothing like a notorious pirate captain in that moment...only a man what was incredibly worried about something, like it was a dark secret that he had never told anyone.
"I've...I've never taken a woman's virginity before, Lizzie...and...I would hate myself forever if-"
He hadn't. Didn't have the foggiest idea of how much it might hurt, or how to proceed, or...and he knew that he wasn't exactly...equipped to be a woman's first...that process most likely would be helped with something...smaller. It didn't help that she was fairly petite. The very idea of hurting her was repulsive to him...almost to the point where he wanted to turn her away until she had lain with someone else...but the idea of being her first was equally attractive as it was terrifying...seemed like a faraway dream that was too good to happen to him.
Oh. She hadn't thought of that.
His words were cut off by her mouth suddenly covering his in a soft kiss, her fingers sliding lower to play with his neck...trying to bring him back to her...trying to make him feel safe with her…
"I have faith in you, Jack Sparrow. Try having a little bit in yourself. Now," she continued before he could get another word of argument in, "I have been trying my hardest to ignore...well…"
Again with that conversation...
Talking about it reminded her of it, and she involuntarily shifted her hips a little, earning her a hiss. "I want to see you, dammit."
The light was returning to his eyes, they were softening again, his shoulders lost their tension...but his breathing was quickened...his arousal had never left...had just had a hand covering its mouth while it struggled to be free...metaphorically speaking, anyway.
"Am I…" he stopped to still her hips, "Am I the first-"
"-Man I am going to lay eyes on?" she finished for him, smiling softly. "No...well, not entirely. I saw...glimpses when I pretended to be a boy on the Edinburgh Trader...but...and I even saw a few men...doing questionable things on my nightly adventures in the mansion. It was dark and I didn't stick around to look long enough to...but fully out in the open for my perusal? Yes, you're the first."
A smirk was playing with the corner of his mouth like he was toying with saying something...then a little chuckle tumbled out of him, a distinct sound of 'no, better not'...
She was going to be looking for the first time...it would be a new experience for him too, being a point of discovery...
"Dammit...you really know how to test the limits of my self-control, love. I am quickly discovering that it is a little vaster than even I thought...but there is a limit-"
She put a finger to his lips, giving him a playful smile of her own...though she couldn't fathom where she was getting the idea that she already knew how to handle his body. "Don't worry, I won't leave you without anything for long. I just want to get a proper look at you. Too much teasing and...glimpses for me…"
"Glimpses?"
"You...on the island, you were just in your shirt and breeches...I stared at your arse quite a bit...you showed me your chest...more of your arm...then that one time when I saw you soaking wet after swimming...that fueled my fantasies for awhile...and your hands...I stared at your hands more than I care to admit...but it was like...everything that I hadn't seen was such a mystery...oh, you must find me ridiculous…"
But he was only smirking harder, and she had the distinct impression that he was holding in laughter. "Stared at my arse…was that before or after you squawked about me being drunk for three days?"
He recoiled with a snicker when she swatted his shoulder, and then raised an eyebrow when she shifted off of him to finally stand, blushing again when his eyes gave her body a full look, from top to bottom. Suddenly feeling a little brazen, she swept her hair back and stretched, making sure nothing was hidden.
"All this talk about you wanting to see me...do you even realize…I'm still not sure that I'm not dreaming...or hallucinating...you're perfect, Lizzie...unmatched...unchallenged...I think this should be hailed at my greatest treasure discovery yet, in fact."
Him calling her perfect, and all of those other words...then he was standing up, shucking his vest off and throwing it somewhere behind her. Only two more pieces of clothing to go. He stepped up to press into her, circling his arms around her again, covering her lips with his, then broke away to whisper in her ear. "Beautiful golden skin, the sun suits you darling, your hair...these," he paused to slide his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, "and this," his hand went back down to glide his fingers across her center again, "long legs, and this," he was grasping her face now with both hands, stroking the tips of his thumbs over her cheekbones, "is the face of an angel."
"I'm no angel, Jack," she murmured, too lost in his eyes to look away from them, too lost in his appraisal of her to really believe that she wasn't angelic.
She was. A ruthless piratical angel, maybe, but she was.
"You are to me," had her toes curling and a smile splitting her face before she could rein it in.
"Yes, well…"...couldn't formulate anything to say...didn't know how any woman could formulate anything to say in response to being called angelic by Captain Jack Sparrow and have him mean it. "You're overdressed, Captain. The King demands that we fix that problem immediately."
There was a certain kind of power in pushing a pirate captain back against the wall and having her way with him...but she knew that it was only because he was letting her. Jack certainly wasn't the submissive type for just anyone.
When his back hit the wall, she stepped back for a second, trying to decide where she wanted to start. Everything about him looked so inviting, so attractive...the bit of leg that was exposed, the tantalizing triangle of chest peeking out through his shirt, his arms, the whipcord muscle, those lovely curved lips...and his hands, the same hands that had just brought her to heaven.
He watched her eyes dance all over his body...she was having the same dilemma as him...where to start...he knew a suggestion...one that was aching for her touch...so much so that he feared he might go mad if it was delayed any further...
Stepping forward again so that she was close enough for her breasts to be almost squished against his shirt, she pushed his hands flat with hers laced in them and bent to tentatively touch her tongue to his neck, feeling him twitch...hearing the little noise of appreciation that he gave her. "Thank you, for that."
Still...still couldn't believe she was touching him...wanted to touch him...to explore him...
"For what?" he asked in a low voice as she moved his thick hair to the side to lay soft kisses on the bend of his neck and shoulder, even as her heart started to thud again at the eventual conclusion of this exploration of him. This was real...it was really happening...
"Touching me...making me feel that...I never brought myself to that level...for being patient with me…and you certainly have a way with words."
There was a smile...smirk on his face, she knew, without even checking…"No, love, I just have a way with you, I think," he replied as she released his hands to place hers on his chest. His heart was thudding too, and it made hers increase...he was fighting himself, for her…
"...Maybe…" was said to his groin as she gazed at it, the need to finally reveal him quickly laying waste to anything else that she wanted to do at that moment. The rest of him could wait. "I...I'm not sure what...exactly how…"
Words were suddenly failing her...not forming themselves in the right order to articulate that she wanted so desperately to please him, but lacked the experience.
The beads in his hair made a little noise when he leaned his head back against the wall, a breath of anticipation making its way out of his mouth, betraying some of the urgency that he was ignoring for her sake. "Lizzie...you…" then he shook his head, making a gesture at his breeches. "Just...get these off…"
A few seconds passed before she remembered that she was a sentient being capable of thoughts and actions, and her hands were shaking...her entire body was trembling...when had that happened...why were strings so hard to comprehend...fumbling...she was fumbling too much...distracted by the little hissing noises he was making when she grazed him a bit too much…"Stupid...stupid strings…" she complained with a noise of frustration...then strong hands were grasping hers, squeezing them…
"Easy, love…" he whispered, his voice more hoarse than before...a little ragged…this really was real...but her brain wasn't accepting it...that all the fantasies and all the wondering and the...they were coming to life...taking a deep breath, she methodically loosened one string after the other, making a great effort to stay calm...nevermind that she felt like...like someone had offered her a chance to look at her future...or her death...or some other monumental discovery that may or may not...strange comparisons...she heard his whispered "Christ" when his confinement gave way...heard his ragged breaths now...his chest was rising and falling rapidly...he had his eyes closed…
...maybe he was having as hard of a time processing this as she was...he was trembling too…
Just a little more...but she couldn't focus when her heart was...so fast...pounding in her ears...making her chest vibrate and twitch...goosebumps were coming...wave after wave of them…
Just for a moment...for one moment, she closed her eyes, surrounding herself with inky darkness...clearing her head...then placed her hands on either side of his hips, her fingers on the waistband of his breeches...feeling the rough line of them...and shifted her hands down with a quick shove...but it was more than that...more than just removing clothing...more than...she felt like she was stepping out of a cave, seeing the rest of the world anew…
...her eyes were still closed...wanted this moment to last as long as possible...what was she saying...had wanted this...him...for so damn long...but...the second she opened her eyes, she could never get the first back...the first time seeing him would be over...and...
...just touch him first…
She was still grasping his hips, she realized with a jolt, his warm skin and lean muscle underneath her hands...her right hand turned into just her fingertips, drifting over...closer...just a bit more now...need to breathe, Elizabeth...but she couldn't...not when she was…
...her hand jerked back the second she came into contact...felt the hardness...the heat of him...then he was grasping her hand again just as her courage snapped back to her…"Won't bite," he was saying...sounding like he was not quite in reality...needed to be closer to him...his chest was still rising and falling with jerky breaths when she touched her forehead to it...the precious moment when she closed her hand around him...when the blush covered her face...he was so soft...yet so hard...throbbing against her skin...warm like he had been standing next to a fire for too long...a new sense of power crystallized all of her thoughts into focus...like she had been bestowed with something inhuman...something otherworldly…
His name fell from her lips, a soft "Jack"...carrying a question...an exclamation...she felt so overwhelmed...as though she had absorbed a large tome of information all at once…"Open your eyes, love," she heard him say...but he sounded far away...the sound of her own labored breathing drowning him out...and the struggle clearly evident in the way he was barely able to form syllables. "Open your eyes," he said again, more of a whisper this time, like he was praying…
The white cloth of his shirt flooded her vision when she obeyed...then she pulled back...only enough to see his face...to see the way he kept swallowing...the way his lips pushed together every time he did it...then the strangled breaths that struggled to escape...and...god he was beautiful...his eyes were closed now...no, she wanted to…
"Open yours too," she whispered against his jaw, laying a soft kiss there a second later.
Wasn't sure he could...wasn't sure he could handle her eyes at that moment...but he did anyway, to find her face alight with curiosity, excitement...and still, arousal. The fact that she was here, touching him, had her small hand wrapped around his cock so innocently...Jesus...
He was still half-lidded, gazing at her...the heat in his eyes giving her a fresh wave of gooseflesh…
Touch him, she told herself, trying to will movement into her hand...she held his gaze when she stroked her hand down until it stopped...and he held her gaze too...he looked entirely spellbound, at her complete and total mercy...all at once something seemed to shift into place...everything seemed to make sense as she slowly...gently stroked her hand all the way up his length for the first time, then back down, drunk on the pleasure that washed over his face, the whisper of her name...she was barely doing anything…
Barely doing anything...how did it feel so...knew it would be good...but this...he hadn't prepared for this...
...then the urge to explore overtook her, and she uncurled her fingers from him until only one remained. Her other hand found some hidden vestige of strength within her and snuck its way under his shirt, catching the edge of it on the way up, raising it...until it was removed entirely, flying to the side then fluttering to the floor like a white flag of surrender.
He was naked before her, and the knowledge alone rocked her to the core, but she still kept her eyes on his face...wanted to watch...even as the tension built between her legs again, a tightening string of desire…
Keep still...keep still was the only thing he could pull out of the thick fog that had permeated his head...couldn't think...could barely breathe...she was exploring with a delicate touch...not hesitant...just...careful.
The texture of him really was soft, like thin velvet, yet she could feel small contours, a throbbing vein on the underside...a ridge at the tip, then even smoother skin above it...did she dare go lower? Yes, couldn't lose bravery now…the thought that this was Jack she was touching ever present in her mind like a chill that might remind her it was still cold outside, or a wave of heat that might remind her that the Caribbean was still warm.
There were sparse curls at the base...a little more coarse than her own...lower...she fumbled a bit until her hand was cupping him, testing the weight of his sac...a little smirk of satisfaction curling the corner of her mouth up when a soft curse slipped past his lips, with an even quieter "you're trying to kill me"...
Finally, the urge to see what she was touching won, bowled her over, and she lowered her gaze from his face, stepping back at the same time enough to really see, and the sight before her had her breath catching in a lurching gasp in her throat, had her mouth dropping open even as her hand flew up to catch her gasp in reflex...had her chest tightening with a strange emotion, like she was looking upon something divine not meant for humans…
...he was sun-browned everywhere, an even smooth coppery tone, his legs were long, but not thin...lean muscle...he was smattered with tattoos and scars, and then her brain ceased being able to formulate language to describe him...she was stepping forward again, muttering "beautiful" much the same way he had when looking upon her for the first time…
...and even despite the intense flaming blush she felt heat her face, she really looked, took her time...let her eyes wander over his manhood, noting the size...certainly not small, the colors...flushed a little redder at the tip, the rest a shade lighter than his skin...the sparse black hair at the base...all for her...and when she reached for him again, wrapped her fingers around him...the thought that he was hard for her...desired her…set something aflame inside her, a sense of pride, of...almost celebration.
...he was magnificent.
A soft chuckle had her eyes snapping back up to his face...had she said that out loud?
"You are," she insisted, squeezing her hand gently.
"...wasn't arguing, darling…" then he paused with a soft "fuck" as she started stroking again, experimenting, keeping her touch gentle, slow...dragging her hand from the base to the tip, stroking her fingers over the soft skin there, paying attention to how his hips twitched, noticing that it seemed more sensitive than the rest. Her other hand slithered up his torso to play with his chest, enjoying the solid muscle of it...but something was nagging at her, the ache between her legs...she wanted to please him...to make him fall apart…
...but how?
Leaning forwards, spurred by some new kind of bravery, a trait that was multiplying within her as every second passed, she whispered against his Adam's apple.
"I want to make you...to make you come,"...ignored the blush that was surely getting darker, then, "but I…"
His reactions to everything that she was doing, everything that was happening, were getting more and more fascinating, intoxicating. Suddenly his hands were on her back pushing her closer to him, and he was kissing her face, nibbling at her ear…"You could just keep on doing that, wouldn't take much,"...his voice had dropped even lower, into a rumble, like he was falling further into the physical realm.
"Jack," she pleaded, wanting more, wanting...just wanting…"Show me."
He pulled back to look into her face, stilling her stroking at the same time...his mouth opened then closed again...convulsively swallowed...took a deep breath that had his shoulders rising and falling...he was struggling with something. "What?"...it sounded more like a person frustrated with being interrupted than it did genuine concern, but…
"...just, thought about this more times than numbers exist to count them all, but now...Christ...not sure if you...afraid that I might have led myself around under false pretenses…"
Could still form language...sentences...for now. For now.
"What do you mean?" she asked at the same time as she cupped his sac again, making her giggle despite herself when a pained look crossed his face.
"Murder...this is going to end in murder is what I mean. I...normally I would be fine with skipping this and focusing on you...but...I want it to last more than two minutes, so maybe it's best if…"
What he was trying to communicate...she understood, but not really.
"What...what are you saying?" she asked again. His hand wrapped around hers, stilling her movements for the second time with a quiet "can't think when you're doing that".
"...what I'm saying is that when I'm inside of you, if it's not over quicker than you have a chance to really experience anything, it probably just killed me altogether. Best to take the edge off…"
Him being inside of her...imagining his body that close, his warmth...it knocked her silent for a moment, especially now that she could finally see what he was going to put inside her...it did indescribable things to her insides, things that surely weren't explained or explored in any books...there was a word for it...maybe...but even possession didn't expand the breadth of it.
"Why?"...it was more at this point just enjoying watching him get frustrated with her questions than it was purely not understanding.
For a moment, he reflected on the ridiculousness of her question, as someone who had bedded more women than he could count, prided himself on his ability to last...that it was her, she was the reason he was in danger of losing his mind, even now.
"...because it's you, Lizzie darling, it's you…"
The scope of his desire for her hadn't...hadn't been...did he really want her that bad? Something changed then, the crispness of the air in the room, smoky...the prickle of gooseflesh, the thickness of her throat...the heat of the breath trapped in her chest…
"What do you want me to do?"...understand, Jack, understand that I will give you anything you want, anything you ask me…
Like someone touching a precious gemstone, he traced her lips, a soft smile of surrender upon his own…
The worst she can do is say no, Jack...please god, please don't say no…
"Your mouth, darling, I need your mouth,"...he didn't even care if it sounded like he was begging at this point, liked that she made him beg…heard her tiny "oh", and saw her gaze slip down again...she needed to stop looking at him like that...like he was edible...then watched with naked fascination and no amount of hidden surprise when she was lowering...sinking down to her knees in front of him…
...if he survived this...there might be a god after all...or several…
Her fingers inched forwards, feeling the air of the room rush through them...then she was grasping him again...heard his sharp intake of breath...pushed her other hand against his hip, marveled at the way his body was suddenly tense, taut, even trembling...the breath from her own mouth left in puffs, quicker and shorter the closer her lips got to him...until only an inch or two remained.
Did she have enough courage to talk to him...to…
...yes...she had to...he had set the bar in this game...set the rules...she was a King, not some peasant...and she was not going to let him outperform her on this battlefield.
Strong fingers curled around her shoulders gently...she swung her gaze up to find him watching her...a beautiful satyr surrendering...a man in control of everything looking upon his weakness with pride...fascination...his black eyes were glittering, chips of onyx glowing orange with the candlelight...there was a heaviness in them...like a world bathed in thick opium smoke lied within…
...still watching her as she leaned forward to close the small distance...hovering with her lips a hair's breadth away from his length...then with a swell of heat in her chest...of excitement, she placed a kiss on him...a soft kiss, but one imbued with her willingness to bring him to that knife edge of pleasure...sweep him over it like a wave crashing over a ship…
"Do you want to know why I was so drawn to you at first?" she whispered with a husk to her voice, her own desire curling around the words, trailing more kisses down, then back up, not waiting for an answer. "Your power...the power of a pirate captain...danger seemed to follow you...it attracted me...your authority, it was so alluring...and you had this depth to you...I wanted to drown…"
A tentative flick of her tongue just under the hood at the tip, then another, lingering for a second longer...flicking back a third time to stay, trailing back and forth...his hands tightened on her shoulders…"I always liked seeing you in your full uniform, with your hat and coat...and the rest of your clothes...your bandanna...all of your beads...your ridiculous belts...everything about you has a story…," her right hand left his hip to return to his sac, massaging gently...a smile playing on her lips when she heard a soft release of breath...not quite a moan, but it still made gooseflesh wash over her skin.
"Lots," he agreed on the edge of a swallow.
Another heavy breath left his parted mouth when she swirled her tongue in a dance from tip to base. "I want to hear all of them...I could listen to you tell me stories from dawn until dusk…"
More kisses, flicks of her tongue...then she wrapped her lips around the middle of his shaft and sucked, laving her tongue in the center, glancing up to his face to find his head thrown back against the wall, his mouth slack...she wanted more…drunk on the ache between her legs...growing stronger just from touching him.
"I wonder how many times you thought about my lips...my tongue licking you...my mouth around you...how hard did you get? Like this?" she whispered with a curious squeeze on his shaft. "So hard that you could barely stand it...you touched yourself to the thought, didn't you...your hand wrapped around,"...a kiss pressed to the tip as her hand stroked…"you thrusting into it, whispering my name, head thrown back against your pillow…"
Driven by some devilish urge to tease, she abandoned his cock and trailed kisses along his thigh instead, still stroking him with her hand. "Did you say my name when you came? Did you shout it...whisper it like a prayer in the wind...I always loved your voice you know...the way it can be commanding...sarcastic…"
She switched to the other thigh, pausing to smile when she heard a whispered "please".
No. She wanted him entirely lost first.
"I used to imagine what you looked like here...especially after being on that ship...once I knew...I wondered...you were already perfect, with your beautiful dark eyes, copper skin...dark hair...your hands...I thought about…" another blush colored her cheeks, but she kept going, couldn't stop even if she wanted to…"About how thick you might be...how big...thought about how you would feel inside me…"
Then she did return to his length, swirling her tongue again. "Thought about doing this to you, about how you would react to pleasure...your feathers being ruffled,"...that brought another smile to her face, "...but, I think my favorite fantasy was going back to our island...it would be a lovely starry night...you would make love to me right on the beach, the Pearl in the distance and nothing but the two of us and the sea...perfect, I think."
Sitting back for a moment, she stared up at him...waiting for his eyes to flicker open. "It would be," he whispered, smiling a little, his voice deepened, a rough husky growl. Let him wait for a moment...let him think that he...don't let him expect it...one hand curled around his hip again, softly caressing him there, playing with the v of muscle, sliding around to tentatively touch her fingertips to his arse, lingering for only a second, then returning.
His eyes were closed again...good...she licked her lips and prepared for her task, trying to ignore the way she was shivering...trembling from the thrill, the hysteria of what she was about to do. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, giving him another gentle squeeze, she rose a little higher on her knees and brought the tip to her lips, kissing it, then swirling her tongue again...he had no idea…
...slowly...savouring him...ingraining the moment in her mind, she let the first inch sink into her mouth...a half second passed before the most delicious noise she had ever heard came out of him, a moan, a deep throaty noise that had a surge of heat blooming in her chest and a rush of wetness pooling at her core.
Never thought he would be here...never thought she would be doing this...never imagined it would feel like this...
His hands abandoned her shoulders to thread into her hair, and she glanced up again to find him watching her...he was completely gone now, possessed…
A victim staring down at his executioner with the equivalent of a smile on his face...
She retracted for only a second to ask him in as sultry a voice as she could muster, "Show me."
Show...show...didn't know how to explain to her that she...that it...so good already...
A deep inhale, held in his chest, then a careful exhale out like he was afraid he was never going to be able to breathe again...he leaned his head back against the wall, gently pushing on the back of her head. Oh, she understood the point...just barely managed to resist letting a grin split her face...and then she had him in her mouth again, only the first inch...and waited, her hand sliding up to his abdomen to find his muscles quivering.
"Down...slowly,"...his vocal chords had become dysfunctional, the words were made out of pure breath. "Only...only…" then his head shook...but she understood...only as much as you can take.
His control over his own body was quickly slipping, a leaking boat sinking rapidly into the sea...
And she did take him, slid her mouth down his shaft, feeling the hardness, the heat of him...down...she must have three inches now...down more...four inches...and waited again, his next words coming on the edge of an inhale...he was holding his breath…"Up...back up…"
She was perfect...so bloody perfect...his King...
Mesmerized with the way his was still playing with her hair, like he was worshipping her, what she was doing, she obeyed, stroked back until just the tip was enveloped...oh...she got it...stroked down, then up again...on impulse she sucked on him, and it earned her another beautiful noise, a low growl...his hands tightened in her hair...she tried to go further on her next stroke...five inches...swirled her tongue around him, massaging him with it...back up...and then had a rhythm…
Falling...oh god yes...she was moaning...Christ...he bloody loved her...loved her so much...his angel, heart thief...blasted woman...
...she felt high, like nothing could touch her...all that mattered was Jack...and to her shock, she moaned around him when her name tumbled out of his mouth, followed by a low chant of smoky words…"darlin'" and "love"...all breathy whispers of pleasure...pride clenching her chest at it being her giving him this...her that he was opening himself up to. Her strokes sped up, her moans vibrating onto his velvety shaft...his skin was so hot...when her hand wrapped around his sac, she realized it was tightening...never thought doing this for him could bring her so much pleasure...he was chanting her name now...getting louder and more urgent...his hands were starting to curl around her hair…
...suddenly his hips were twitching...he was trying to thrust, she realized...no, she didn't need help, wanted it to be only her that made him tip over the edge...held him against the wall with a hand on his hip...but he didn't protest, only kept chanting her name like it was the only word he knew...the only sound he could make…
...she pulled away for a moment, letting him pop free from her mouth, intent on giving him one final toss of oil onto the bonfire that was raging inside of him. "I want you to come for me, Jack."
Her words set something aflame inside of him...something primal and uncontrolled...he felt the tension in his body rising, the little convulsions...felt heat wash over his skin...
His body slipped a little down the wall, like his knees couldn't support him anymore, and then she had him back in her mouth, sliding down as much of his shaft as she could, pulling back, sucking...letting her tongue play along the underside...she felt the muscles underneath her hand tensing...convulsing...his breathing was out of control, heavy ragged inhales...then he wasn't making any noise at all...his hands were tugging on her hair urgently…
Can't...can't...warn her...have to warn her...can't come in her mouth Jack...
A panicked "Lizzie" was groaned out, but she didn't relinquish him...couldn't...could only sink him into her mouth as far as he could go…
Too late…too late...felt the familiar ache below, the blinding rush of heat...
...when his hand fisted in her hair, when the muscle she touched went rigid...when his shaft went rigid inside of her mouth...then, when a strangled cry was ripped from him...she knew, she had brought him there...kept rhythm with him when he surged against her and then convulsed...kept him buried in her mouth as he came, his hot release bursting into her...she took all of it, trying very hard not to cough, even as it seemed to go on forever until he finally slumped against the wall, leaving her with a frightening ache between her legs.
She gently let him slip from her mouth when he twitched for the last time, and it seemed that the final stroke sapped him of whatever strength he had left; he slid down the wall...boneless and satiated, taking heaving breaths, his chest rising and falling, his hair trinkets clinking when he finally came to rest on his arse. His legs rested on either side of her, and all she could do was sit there and wait, watching him...his skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat, his eyebrows were drawn together from the exertion of his orgasm, and he was panting.
Satisfaction settled in her chest, and the feeling that she was trying so desperately to both indulge in and ignore...love...she had given him that ultimate pleasure...had made him fall apart...had turned him into this, a man with no walls, no guards up...nothing.
Was still alive...could barely breath...breathing almost hurt...burned his chest...but he was still alive...somehow...had never felt it that powerful, almost painful...but god it was glorious.
The sight of him, spent and vulnerable, the captain edge gone...he was just Jack, for her, because of her. It almost brought tears to her eyes...not so long ago, he would barely look at her...sent her away every time...and now he was sitting in front of her in the afterglow and god he looked beautiful...his cheeks were flushed, his face was slowly fading from the almost pained look he wore to something...tranquil.
Then his hand reached out towards her, she took it without even thinking about it...it was trembling, and let him tug her into his lap, her legs coming to rest on either side of his hips, her core nestled against his softened manhood, making her gasp just a little. When he was satisfied that she was close enough, his wiry arms slid around her and pulled her torso against him, her head coming to rest against his shoulder. She slid her arms around him as well, enjoying the muscles in his back that were still twitching, both from his breathing and from his orgasm.
One of his fingers started to twirl a piece of her hair, wrapping it around, then letting it go again, repeating the motion for some time, his other fingers brushing the skin of her back in deliberate caresses. Slowly, his breathing started to even out, he started to calm...whispered something, but she wasn't prepared for him to speak, didn't quite catch what he said.
"Hmm?" she murmured, keeping her head where it was.
"I said...I said that I tried to warn you, but…"
Adorable silly pirate...how was this man capable of having so many different sides to him…
"...but you didn't listen...didn't move…" he was still saying, sounding like he still had to put in some effort to speak, quieting anyway when she raised a hand without looking to place a finger against his lips.
"Oh, Jack...I meant to...to...well, I meant to…"-this was ridiculous, couldn't even describe what she had just done-"to do what I did," she finished lamely, a blush staining her cheeks. He chuckled but tried to smother it with a small cough. "The word you are looking for is swallow, darling, but you...wait, what did you say?"
He did nudge her back then, enough to see her face, a mixture of disbelief and fascination in his eyes.
"I said I meant to. And before you start to argue...I know you are going to try and tell me that I don't need to...swallow, or some other tripe," she paused to reach out and trail a finger around his face, over his mustache, his lips, "...but that was the first orgasm I gave you...and I wanted to experience all of it."
Her willingness to do...everything was astonishing to him...made him wonder...had he awoken this in her? This drive...this yearning to learn, to see?
Apparently, his silence was taken as resistance...he didn't even realize he had been silent for more than a few seconds...because her next question had him stunned into an even deeper silence.
"Didn't...did I...did I do something wrong?"
At first, he didn't comprehend it, couldn't wrap his head around anything she had just done being wrong, or how she could possibly think so...but then...it was her first time doing almost anything...his reaction...she thought he was annoyed with her.
"Lizzie," he started, trying to collect his thoughts, words, taking her face in his hands at the same time, "that...that was...well, to be completely honest that was the best I've ever had."
She didn't believe him at first. How could it be possible that she had given him...he was trying to make her feel better, trying to raise her confidence...but then the stark honesty in his eyes, a new thing for her to see, made her wonder…
It should frighten him, confessing that. He was giving her power, telling her that she had a kind of power over him...except he found that it didn't frighten him in the least...he trusted her, more than he maybe should, and that did actually scare him...it felt like he was giving over the helm of the Pearl to someone else.
The only response from her was a quiet "oh" as her fingers continued to dance over his chest, still marveling that he was finally here for her now, as strange as their position was at the moment, with him sitting against a wall and her sitting on top of him.
"Well," she said, louder this time, in her special 'I'm going to argue some more now' tone of voice, "I didn't mind it."
Either she really just didn't want to admit that she had found it entirely repulsive, or she was about to cement her perfection to him in further...hadn't really expected that to be possible.
"Most women do mind it. They only do it...usually because the paying customer asks for it."
"I'm not most women," she snapped, her eyes flashing. He only chuckled in response, inclining his head at her in agreement.
Then suddenly her mouth was covering his in a soft kiss, reminding him of the task that was before him, that had been consuming most of his thoughts, both with trepidation and elation.
She wanted so desperately to tell him she loved him, to explain to him that she would give him anything he wanted, do anything he wanted, go anywhere with him, but her reluctance to ruin the perfect moment, the mercy that the world had taken on her, the relief of her longing...she couldn't do it.
Maybe someday.
"What now?" was all she could ask when she broke away, the question holding more weight than she was comfortable with, because she knew the answer, but did not know the path to get there...she liked to think she knew...but this was all so new to her still, so unfamiliar that all she could do was trust him to guide her through it all. He was going to take her virginity, she was finally going to have her beautiful guarded aloof unflappable pirate captain inside of her, and he was going to be only for her...open to her like a conquered book...except she didn't think he could ever be really conquered...read, maybe...but not ever fully understood. It was all the more confirmed to her when she couldn't read the answer in his eyes, couldn't figure out what direction his thoughts were taking at that moment.
"Now I wake up and discover that this was all some overly pleasant dream that my brain tricked me into believing was real."
Oh, Jack...
But he didn't sound depressed, or bitter, or anything, simply like he still didn't believe she was here with him letting him touch her.
He still wasn't sure that his words weren't true, but the pretty smile that spread across her face had him coming quite close to it.
"It's not," she insisted, adding emphasis with a twitch of her hips. "But it does seem a little surreal, doesn't it? I still remember us dancing around each other on the Pearl...honor, decency and moral centers...seems so silly now-"
"-Let's not forget," he cut in with a sly grin, "that it was those three things that you claim initially steered you away from me. Never put you in a position that would compromise your honor indeed. Quite surreal."
The memory had her kissing him again as if to erase the notion that she hadn't wanted him, that she hadn't been utterly consumed by thoughts of him, even then.
What now?
They had survived the Royal Navy, Beckett, themselves, a fair helping of denial, William Turner, a Kraken, a few ship battles, jail, the gallows, Davy Jones, and countless other ridiculous obstacles to get to this point, and the weight of that...the significance of them both being alive and here was not lost on him.
But he had to make sure, had to make sure she was truly willing to go through with this, because if he took her and she regretted it, it would kill him. Not that he wasn't reasonably confident of her willingness, but he needed to hear it. Again.
"I...Lizzie...I need to you tell me that you want this...that...I don't want to wake up terrified that you…" then he shook his head, frustrated with himself.
Even now, he was still afraid that she was going to get up and walk away. She needed to banish that thought. Now.
"Jack, I am fully prepared to let you lay me on that bed, and I am fully prepared to let you take my virginity, and there is nothing on this green...and blue earth that will get in our way."
She said it in a tone that held no amount of hesitation or uncertainty, but still felt the need to add something else. "And if we do wake up and I'm fleeing your bed, just assume that some other woman has taken possession of my body and I have been lost, because there is nothing in this world that could make me regret you."
Before he could say anything, she kissed him again, saying what she couldn't say with words.
"But...I'm not going to lie and say that it doesn't...make me nervous," she hesitated to use the words scare me. "I...I don't-"
"-Neither do I, Lizzie…"
There was a quiver in his voice that betrayed his worry, that he had been worried about it the entire time.
"...but I promise you, you're safe with me. I may be a pirate...I may lie, cheat, and steal, and I may be selfish sometimes, but I can't be...can't be selfish with you, definitely not with this."
There was a seriousness in his eyes, a swirling calm, like that was the only thought occupying his mind...it astonished her how he could be a captain, a powerful figure like that...be so commanding and so...guarded...yet, so considerate of her, so entirely unselfish...and she also knew that this was completely new territory for him, being responsible for another person's well being...for their comfort.
"I know."
He felt like she was putting too much faith in him...but he also knew that she wasn't stupid and that if she believed him capable of pulling her through it, then perhaps he was. If he could...yes...if he could distract her beforehand...touch her...get her worked up with pleasure, then she would be too eager to really worry about the pain…
'I do want to know what it tastes like…'
The memory had a genuine smile spreading across his face, making her light up with curiosity.
"What are you smiling at?"
Upon seeing it, his smile, she realized that she had never seen him with a real smile...not a smirk, not a half-smile...but a smile of mirth, of happiness...it sent something fluttering inside of her.
A little laugh left him too before he answered, trailing a lazy finger up and down her side at the same time. "Just...that conversation we had, about curiosity and how much you were worried about me being a good man seems to keep coming up."
"What do you mean?"
His head tilted back to rest against the wall as he regarded her with a calculating searching look. "Well, the lovely thing about words is that they can mean different things. For instance, treasure can mean gold coins and gemstones...and it can also mean you...the ocean can mean just a large expansive body of water...or it can mean freedom...and when talking about what being a good man tastes like...I could mean something entirely different when I say that I do want to know what it tastes like."
He thought she was comparable to treasure, that she was treasure. That slowed her brain down too much to process anything else he had said until…
"You...are you saying…" she babbled, suddenly too discomfited by the very idea that he was implying to attempt any further speech. She had suspected...wondered if that was what he had meant, and then had wondered if such a thing was even done...and it was only her ridiculous wanton desire for anything Jack that had her wondering in the first place, back then. And she was wondering now again, how would it work...his mouth there...his tongue...the image had her eyes slipping closed like she was abruptly drowsy...overwhelmed…
When he stayed silent...she had expected him to finish her sentence, her eyes fluttered open to find him watching her with a smirk and a sparkle of satisfaction in his eyes that clearly said 'well, go on'.
Damn him.
Taking a deep breath, she gathered her stubbornness, and her resolve to not act like an almost entirely inexperienced virgin.
"You're saying...that you want to know what I taste like? That's what you were implying before…"
The smirk on his lips curved up even more, making him look like the cat that got the cream.
"Aye, and the wanting had plagued me since then...I'm almost tired of thinking about it at this point...the imagination is only so effective…"
"But...wouldn't that delay…" and then she answered her own question when she shifted her hips…
"...oh."
He snickered at her, but it was combined with a look of wonder in his eyes at the innocence she still had with some things. "Hard to make love to you when...well, when it's not hard."
Snickering turned into full-blown belly laughter at her fierce blush.
Damn him twice, but her entire world seemed like it was perfect when he laughed.
"Besides that, it'll make...after easier for you, at least I hope."
"...oh," she said for the second time, feeling wildly out of her depth, then reminding herself that he was wildly out of his depth with some things at the moment too, and he seemed to be doing just fine.
"Oh," he mocked, before leaning forward and taking her mouth again in a slow kiss. "Go sit on the bed, love."
Go sit on the bed.
The bed.
The…
"As my captain commands," and it was said with every ounce of false confidence that she could drag up, because she rather felt like a leaf that might get swept up with a gust of wind. Rising from him, she stepped over his leg to make her way to the bed, crawling across it until she was sitting cross-legged in the center, smoothing the covers out around her, and then glancing up to…
...to…
She hadn't been prepared for that.
For any of it, not the lean length of his legs, not the way his black hair hung down to the middle of his back, a stark contrast to the golden color of his skin, made even more exquisite in the light of the room...and certainly not his perfectly sculpted arse...at this point she was convinced that he must turn into an ugly monster once a week to counteract it...no man should be allowed to be that ravishing.
And then she saw them...raised white slashes across the skin of his back, partially obscured by his hair…
...lash marks…there must be at least eight of them…
The little sharp intake of breath from her direction was hard to miss...she had seen them...but he just hoped she didn't choose now to ask about them, not that he was sure he was willing to divulge their origin anyway.
Her chest clenched for him before she could restrain it...how could they do that to him...but she pretended like she had seen nothing when he turned around, holding something in his hand. Trying very hard to keep her eyes on his face, which was more challenging than it ought to be, she eyed the object as he stepped closer.
"What's that?"
"This is oil," he responded, brandishing the...jar she realized, at her.
"Oil? What for?"
He was smirking again, the damnable man. Stop finding so much enjoyment in my lack of experience Jack, or you will get yours from me someday.
"Not going to use it quite yet, but just one more thing to ease the way."
"Ease the…" her voice caught as several different possibilities occurred to her, and she asked her immediate burning question before she could drag the words back into her mouth. "Did you use it...on yourself?"
His eyebrows shot up above his bandanna, before he snickered again, shaking his head. "You're so smart, love. Indeed, otherwise, I would have a bit of...of um...friction burn." He stopped to gauge her reaction, standing at the foot of the bed now. "But, some men use it for other reasons."
"Like?"
That perfectly curved mouth of his opened and closed several times, with little noises of hesitation…"How to explain…" he mumbled to himself. "The...the...bugger it...ha, word choice...anyway, when men fuck," he stopped again to suck back laughter at her face, which was a cross between intrigued and shocked, "not much can happen without this. That orifice is a fair bit tighter than yours."
The question hung in the air without her even needing to ask it, and he answered, grinning like a fool afterward at her.
"No, I have not indulged in such lewd interactions with my gender, but that doesn't mean that I haven't seen it being done. Men get lonely aboard a ship."
He stepped around to set the jar on her little table next to the bed and then came back, her eyes following his movements as he knelt next to the bed. His hand slid up the covers to lay flat, his finger curling towards him. "C'mere love."
Swiftly being reminded of what was going to happen next made her heart jump in her chest, freezing for a moment, then showering her insides in excitement and a million other things that she couldn't name. She scooted almost to the edge of the bed, coming to a rest in front of him. The softness was back in his face...with the taunting of an expert to novice hidden just in the periphery of those deep brown eyes painted with kohl.
The palms of his hands came to lay flat on her hips, and he gently pulled her to the very edge, her legs staying closed out of pure nervous energy. But he didn't seem concerned with that just yet as he placed soft kisses on one knee, moving down her leg like he had all the time in the world. She was unable to take her eyes off of him as he switched to the other leg, the scratch of his beard a welcome sensation. How was it going to feel against…
Then it occurred to her...the intimacy of him seeing her there...though she couldn't fathom why it made her nervous...perhaps it was just the exposure...oh for bloody heaven's sake he is going to be inside of you before the night is through...get ahold of yourself…
"Jack,"...she was running out of patience, but she had no idea what she was impatient for, knew nothing about what he was going to do to her...he stopped kissing her skin and swung his gaze back to her face, regarding her with nearly all-black eyes.
"Patience, darling."
Patience...how did he expect her to have patience when all she could think about was how his tongue was going to feel…he was saying something but her brain had stopped having the ability to process words for a moment.
"...what?"
"I said," he paused to smile at her, "lie back."
Lie back...but then she couldn't see what he was doing...couldn't watch...she wanted to watch…and she had apparently been shaking her head the entire time in a no.
"As you were, love, but don't complain when your arms go out from under you."
The scowl she gave him was a peculiar one, half overtaken by anticipation and anxious energy. "And no need to be nervous darling," he reassured her, and then curled his hands around her thighs, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest with a fierce rhythm, her fingers gripping the covers as he gently, slowly parted her legs, the entire heavy strength of his gaze focused on her...oh god, being looked at like that…it made her shiver.
It was only the burning sensation in his throat that reminded him to breathe, and even then he couldn't quite muster up the strength to do it...so pretty, so...almost heartbreakingly perfect...a soft pink, glistening with arousal in the dim candlelight. Wet for him...
When he glanced back up at her face, nothing more than a flash of his eyes, the burning she saw did have her arms going weak under her, her elbows slipping a little, and he still kept staring, looking...to the point where she started to squirm. "You've seen one before…" came out of her...perhaps it was her trying to ease the heat of the moment...or even trying to have a little modesty...either way, it earned her a soft chuckle.
"You're daft if you really think...I might as well have not seen any. They don't compare anyway."
Still watching him, she took in his bandanna again, the way it wrapped around his forehead just above his eyebrows, his hair, how some of it was still loose amongst the dreadlocks and braids, the pitch black color of it...his broad shoulders...marveled at the way he was built...the perfect amount of muscle definition…
"Daft like you, Jack," she responded with a grin to herself, then he was suddenly moving, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders, scooting a little closer to her. "Mmm," he was humming against the soft skin of her inner thigh, maybe he was agreeing, maybe not...didn't really care at that moment.
"God yes," she gasped when the tip of his finger slid up the length of her slit, a languid touch, but being able to see him doing it, watching his hand on her...it stirred things in her that she didn't know...couldn't even begin to understand…
He carefully dipped his finger inside of her entrance, being mindful of the angle, a bit sharper this time...losing himself for a second when he felt her inner muscles grip at him...she was so tight...so damn wet...could probably take her now if he wanted...no, need her to be at that edge of pleasure again, so distracted that she didn't notice…
Withdrawing, he traveled back up her center, pausing at the top to trail his finger in lazy circles around her clit, enjoying the way her hips immediately bucked against him, the way her thighs clenched against his shoulders, the sweet gasp that spilled out of her.
Ignoring the way her arms were starting to quiver from muscle ache, she watching his head inch closer to her, watched his eyes, watched his fingers spread her open just enough to expose her clit, and then felt her chest drop when all the air was expelled from it in a harsh exhale as she watched his tongue flick out to her heated flesh, her head falling back in abandon. And he didn't stop, sliding his finger back inside of her and swirling his tongue around her nub at the same time, bringing her to fever pitch again with so little…
Then his tongue abandoned her clit and trailed down the length of her before withdrawing his fingers and...oh my god...she forgot to breathe as he slipped his tongue into her entrance, just before the sensation disappeared entirely.
He looked up at her when he drew back, took in her flushed chest, hardened nipples, parted mouth, hooded eyes...she looked edible now, especially in the midst of sexual frustration.
"More," was all she could demand, all she could force her brain to form...more.
The plan to just prepare her was nearly forgotten by the image of making her come with his mouth on her...later.
"As my King demands," he whispered, smirking at her.
She watched him descend once more, but this time there were no teasing flicks, no...oh, this...this was…
For the last few moments that she was able to hold herself upright, the sight of his neat mustache...his face buried there did send her down to the bed, her back arching up and her hands shooting down to grasp the sides of his head, utterly lost to the sensations he was creating, his hands curled around her to hold her still for him.
The more lost to pleasure she became, the more her stomach tightened and convulsed with her attempts to thrust at him, the harder he got until it was almost painful. Almost time…she was so close now...when he heard her breath catch and stay silent, he stopped, smiling at her whimper of protest.
Just for a moment, he knelt there and took stock of everything, of what was about to happen, of what had already happened...basking in the glory of it...his luck had never been this good…
He rose and crawled up the bed. "Why...why did you…" she was whispering, but he hushed her with a soft "shhh" and reached over her to get the jar of oil, unscrewing it and getting a generous amount on his fingers, feeling her hands already starting to explore him in a desperate frenzy to fill the void left by her near-climax, nearly forgetting himself when she reached down to grasp his erection, his body slipping a little, the reality of this battle settling in him...she shook her head feverishly when he reached down to pull her hand away, slicking himself with the oil, and rubbing a little across her as an afterthought.
His heart was suddenly throbbing in his chest, hammering against his ribcage...thoughts became distant...ethereal, swirling around in his head and disappearing...control...need to control…
Her head pressed into the pillow when she finally felt the full weight of his body atop hers...so warm...she wanted him inside...needed him…his hips fit perfectly into the curve of hers...
"Just hang on, love," he was whispering to her, but she felt like she had something under her skin...making her burn...tremble...fire...there was fire inside of her body and she didn't care in the least...she felt his fingers at her entrance, felt him gently spread her open, looked just in time to see him slide the tip of his shaft along her until he was pressed against her…
...everything felt so real...the shallow breaths she was forcing from her lungs, every single goosebump...the swell every time her heart labored with another beat...the tremors in her hands when she slid them around his back...his dark eyes staring down at her, the emotion in them sending something quivering inside of her...the nakedness in his face...the hardness of him below…
...she thought she might be whispering "please"...didn't know...lifted up without pausing to think when his fingers nudged her back, his arms sliding under her when he had enough room...thought he might be whispering her name...didn't know...just wanted him inside…
Wild emotion clenched at his chest, spreading everywhere...making him shiver and burn with frightening intensity...the wet heat of her against him...her breasts heaving underneath of him with each labored breath...her eyes gazing up at him...her cheeks flushed...so beautiful…
Her head angled up to meet him when he pressed his mouth against hers, then just held it there, unable to pull it away, yet unable to summon the focus to keep kissing her when he rocked his hips forward and felt the tightness of her around him...pay attention to her…
...pushed forwards another inch, felt himself slipping...the control sliding through his fingers...Christ, she was so warm...so tight wrapped around him...tighter than anything he had ever felt...pinpricks of pain suddenly managed to pierce the fog of his brain...her nails…then a gasp of pain fell from her lips...
All she could feel was the sensation of tearing...of stretching...a stinging pain that had her fighting to make it stop...but somewhere some part of her knew it was necessary, could barely remember why...
It brought the moment into heightened focus, elevated...he stopped, took great heaving breaths, rested his forehead against her shoulder for a moment, fighting the hardest struggle he had ever experienced...distract her...couldn't go on watching her in pain…
Like a faraway light in the distance she felt a small wave of pleasure, felt something rubbing at her...his fingers were touching her...Jack was touching her...he was inside of her, not very far, but the thought alone was enough to force her eyes open, to feel his fingers stroking her face too...his left arm still cradling her…
"Relax, love...it's me, you're safe with me, remember?"
His body was so warm against hers…"Let me see you," she managed to say, wanting to look at his face.
The braids and beads in his hair tickled her skin when he raised his head to stare down at her, nearly withdrawing and backing away at the sight of tears leaking out of her eyes. "Lizzie," was all he could force out...shaking his head in defeat despite himself…
...like a brave war cry from a lone soldier in the battlefield of a thousand men, he heard her quiet "please don't stop"...he kept shaking his head...there was no other way, either finish it Jack or never be able to look at her face again...he needed to distract her…
He leaned down to kiss her again...talk to her...say something…
...Maybe...that could work…
"...Lizzie, look at me…"
Her caramel eyes focused on him, her fingernails lifting from his back...her breathing was calming a little, for now. "Remember our island?" he said quietly, stroking the tears away, smoothing her hair from her face.
It didn't hurt as much now that he wasn't moving...there was still a sting, but...was he saying something? Remember our island…of course she remembered it...how could she forget that maddening experience...
"Yes," whispered with a shaky nod, feeling his thumb rubbing her softly again.
"We danced around the-" he choked on his words when he focused all of his concentration on sliding another inch inside without losing his mind…"-around...around the fire...remember...look at me, open your eyes,"...they had squeezed shut again, he needed to keep her focused on him…"Remember...like we were never going to see civilization again,"...sweat was prickling at his skin...he was trying his damnedest to ignore how she felt inside until he was no longer causing her pain...she was nodding, her hand coming up to stroke his face too, as though he was the one who was crying. Her body accepted a little more, he saw the tightening of her eyebrows, leaned down to kiss her again. "We sang your ridiculous song...you...you...Christ...you pretended to be drunk…"
He was quickly running out of words...like the entirety of the English language was disappearing from his mind with every agonizingly long second that passed. Halfway...he was halfway inside...just a little more...then he met something...a barrier, and froze…
She felt him stop again...pushed her fingers into his back, trying to tell him to keep going...that she was alright…"My song wasn't...isn't ridiculous," she found the strength to whisper but went quiet again at the pained look on his face. Suddenly he was lifting her hand, placing it against his chest. "Feel that?"
His heart was racing under her fingers, making her hand twitch with the force of it. "...Yes…"
"It was like that on the island too...look at me...don't take your eyes off of me...remember what I said about the Pearl, about how she's-"
"-freedom," she finished for him, smiling a smile that carried so much weight...balanced between memories and the present, heard him say something about her being freedom too...then a whispered sorry…
Using the distraction, the spark of realization in her eyes that he equated her with his ship, he slid both arms back under her, breathed a "hang on to me" into her shoulder, and then thrust with a careful push of his hips. The world fell away for a moment, disappeared...he heard her distant cry of pain when he broke through, tried to whisper inarticulate "I know's" and "shhh" but his voice was failing him...he could only hold her tightly like she was his anchor...his tether to reality while she clutched at him...her fingernails were pricking at him again, but he ignored them…
Needed to be strong for him...focused on his closeness, on his voice...on the beating of his heart...tangled her hands into his hair...tried to ignore the burning, tried to ignore her body screaming at her to escape...
His ears roared, losing all clarity of sound, his lungs stopped functioning properly, his brain a mass of hypersensitive nerves...until there was no sensation left at all except for the feeling of his cock buried hilt deep inside of the angel beneath him, it consumed his very soul, his heart, his body and he dimly wondered if he might die, lacking the strength to protest the thought.
Need something...something to focus on...he laid his head down on her chest, feeling dizzy and feeling the steady beat of her heart, reminding him that she really was here, allowing him to be inside of her, wanting it…
"It's over love," whispered into her skin both as an audible confirmation for him and as a desperate attempt to tell her that there would be no more pain...no more…
Her fingers found the ties of his bandana as she floated in some kind of limbo for a moment, rubbing the soft cloth between them, trailing down the length of them until she reached the end, then twirling them into a coil. The pain was going away, receding into a dull ache, but everything else still felt numb, like all sensation had been stolen from her...she shifted her legs, tightened them around his hips, then loosened them...her hands left his hair to slide over his back, circling around to feel the muscles in his arms, tightened from the effort of holding himself still...slid them down to his arse…
The blush at having her hands there was the first thing she felt, the first sensation to come back to her as it extended down to her chest, and she shifted a little, her entire body...her next breath skipped into her mouth with a shuddering noise, catching in her throat…
...he was inside of her...inside...Jack was inside of her...and that was all she could say in that moment...inarticulate gasps of his name...he was stretching her...filling her, but all she could focus on was finally having him this close to her, in her arms, alive...ready to make love to her...tears stung her eyes again, but not from pain this time...just emotion...an overwhelming warmth that she felt in her chest, her womb, her arms...everywhere...the ridiculous thought that she might be glowing from the force of it floated into her mind, making her suddenly laugh, a tinkling little sound that carried tension out of her body with it.
Where had he found the patience to endure this...where...couldn't fathom it...she was so perfect around him that he rather felt like he might skip all of this and ascend straight into the damn sky.
"Are you...are you…" he tried to ask, needed to know if she was alright…
The sound of his voice, a soft...not quite a whisper...it held a new beauty to her…
"Yes, I'm alright...just...stay, I want to feel you-"
Her words were cut off by his sharp intake of breath and more frantic stroking of her face…the tears, she realized…
"No...no more pain," she said as she gently lifted his hand away, wrapping her own around it and placing it on her breast instead. "I...I just waited...so long for you, never thought I would have you," but her talking was only making more salty tears leak out.
That registered within him with all the grace of a musket ball in his kneecap...she'd wanted him that badly...it made his cock twitch inside of her...felt heat in his face, like the sun had lowered to sit directly above him...felt his patience stretching, wearing thin…
"Lizzie, I can't…" he gave up immediately, dropping his entire head on her chest, pressing his forehead down, felt his hips slipping, and heard the scratch of her hair on the pillow, she was nodding, had her fingers in his hair again…
...he propped himself up on his elbows above her, kissing up her jaw…"Tell me if it hurts," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, delving into hidden vestiges of self-control that he wasn't even aware he possessed, and then slowly, slowly slid out until just the tip of his cock was still inside of her. She tensed, the pads of her fingers pushing into his back, and he hesitated, teetering...until he heard his name in a soft exclamation…
Sending a silent prayer to whichever deity might be listening, let her be alright...he carefully entered her again to the hilt...she was still tight, too tight to really move freely...her muscles were still resisting him...but she was relaxing, her thighs were no longer clenched against him.
She focused on the skin of his stomach rubbing against hers, his breathing against her shoulder...just let herself feel...and she felt it...felt him leave her, and then felt him fill her again, still too soon to tell...found herself tracing the tattoo he had on his left arm...an outline of the Pearl...beautiful, like him…
"You...you said that you find me to be like the Pearl?" she asked as he withdrew almost all the way once more...felt him smile, felt the soft kiss he placed on her shoulder, felt some of the tension leave his body. "Aye, love, you...god...you take me for who I am...you…" but he had to stop...forgot what the question even was when he thrust back in, she didn't even know how much this was killing him, despite her voice relaxing him a little…
"Perhaps treasure is too...too pale in comparison to me...surely the Pearl herself is greater than treasure," she said, just letting the words float out of her mouth as though she was singing, feeling him pull out, push back in gently...it was fascinating the way he moved, the things his body did...the muscles in his back rippled, his buttocks clenched slightly, the muscles in his stomach quivered, his elbows pushed down into the mattress, and a rush of hot breath left his mouth every time…"She is the greatest treasure...at least she was…"
Her body was open to him, no longer trying to expel him, was trying to keep him inside, trying to pull him back in...the pain was truly gone now, and she was still here, still letting him...it really shouldn't be that hard for him to grasp that reality...her hands were roaming all over him, curiosity almost a physical thing pouring off of her fingertips...always so curious Lizzie...he stilled within her, forgoing withdrawing and thrusting again for a moment. Wanted to see her…
His biceps were pushing her breasts together a little when he raised his head, and she was wholly unprepared to see his face staring down at her, the wonder and softness in his eyes making a tiny involuntary "oh" come out on her next breath, the eye contact sending a shiver down her spine, all the way into her core...oh...her hand slid down between their bodies, he was holding himself up just enough for her to reach down and feel him buried inside of her...his mouth taking hers in a tender kiss just a moment after...he was so warm, so hard...throbbing...taking up all the room inside of her...but the stretch was starting to feel good, her chest clenching around her heart, sending pleasure through the rest of her body every time her brain acknowledged that she finally had him within her...treading over the thought again and again…
"I'm here love, not going anywhere," he responded to her probing fingers when he broke away from her lips to lay his cheek against hers, and withdrew almost all the way, thrusting back in freely, still keeping the slow pace...his entrance was smooth...she was molded to him...she was his, at least for now…
Oh god how...the friction...it was incredible...didn't even know she could feel pleasure everywhere like that, spidering out from her core where he was gently thrusting, the muscles of his hips pushing against her every time he…"...so...so...god Jack I don't…"...didn't know what was happening, didn't...how could she feel so much and stay alive for it...her back arched, there was heat there too, heat everywhere, burning hotter with every stroke of his cock against her inner walls…
Gratification filled him at her pleasure, she was making music with her voice, beautiful noises every time he entered her...she wasn't even aware of them, but he was, and it was playing havoc on his self-control, which was hanging by a thin thread already...but she was ready for a little more…"Wrap your legs around my waist, darling," he said, nudging her thigh with his fingers, his voice almost unrecognizable to him…"Lift your hips up a little."
She clutched the small of his back, lifting one leg to hook around him, then the other, her eyes slipping closed at the change in angle...felt his hand circle under to splay across the skin of her back, his other hand traveling higher to bury itself in her hair, while he was buried below, still for the moment. "Alright?" he asked, his head resting next to hers.
"Yes...yes," and nudged her shoulder up to make him look at her again, his forehead coming to rest against hers this time. He smiled softly against her lips, softly kissed her, and then withdrew from her, lingering for a moment before filling her again, watching the way she inhaled with his thrust, tilted her head back, watching how her eyes kept flitting down to where they were joined…a quiet "you're so beautiful" slipping out of him just before he lowered his head to her chest, kissing down the valley between her breasts, her hands sliding up his back to rest under his hair, one of them tugging, playing with it while he kept up with the tender steady pace.
"Jack."
Oh, he heard that, heard the lilt of frustration in her voice that she was trying and failing to hide, but he hesitated still...needed more than that, needed to be sure…
She needed to feel him...feel him how he was supposed to be...wild and free...uninhibited...but didn't know how to ask...didn't know if she was ready for it...she pictured him moving above her frantically, his arms wrapped tightly around her, and her core clenched around him, her hips tilted up...she pushed against him, trying to will him to...didn't even know what…"Jack," she whispered again…"more...please…"
His lips stilled on her chest when the power of her words washed over him, making his hips twitch, making the next thrust a little less controlled...a little faster...heard her breathy "yes", felt her arch into him, heard another "more"...though he knew this time that she had figured out what she was asking for...he barely held back the moan that threatened to escape his throat at her readiness, her desire for him...withdrew from her body and thrust back in, watching her reactions, her fingertips pushing into his skin, the convulsions of her lips...rose up to make eye contact with her again...wanted to say something to her...wanted to show her...but the spreading heat in his loins had his head dropping to her shoulder instead…
...his vocabulary was limited to her name then, a quiet chanting, "Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie", until he got control of his faculties…or maybe not, could barely tell anymore...her hair was tickling his nose, fluttering against him every time he exhaled until he lifted up to look down at her once more...his hand slid down to gently curl around her hip…"Move with me, love...like the sea, like waves," he said, his lips brushing hers with the movements of their bodies as he spoke, guiding her with his hand until she was able to do it on her own, her eyes open wide and staring into his...they were filled with something...what was it…
...joy, it was joy, a glowing light that he could now see was exuded from her very skin...joy of him?
It made a surge of liquid fire burn through him, made the control slip again, and this time he let it go, just a little, picking up the pace, sliding into her in smooth even strokes...so bloody perfect...his...she was his...
The urge to tell him, to tell him how he felt, how it felt to have his body pressed into hers, moving against her, thrusting, how every entrance he made into her fanned the flames of this...euphoria that consumed her...she wanted to tell him so badly, but her voice was gone, stolen by him...didn't matter, he'd shown her how to move against him, and she did, letting her hips rise to meet each thrust...her mouth rising to meet his when he captured it in a kiss that melted her body, a heavy moan falling from her when he broke away.
Everything fell away, then surged back, fell away again, thoughts stopped mattering...he let the thin thread of willpower that was holding him back from letting himself go...let it fray just a little farther, the pleasure of being inside her body too good to contain...
His cheek was pressed against hers when she heard it, a deep breathy moan vibrated against her skin, streaks of pleasure storming within her from it...she smiled, the smile vanishing quicker than it had come when her mouth fell open again, overwhelmed...don't need to worry about me anymore, Jack, let go...she was chanting more, breathy pleases...his name...could feel him struggling, could feel the tension in his body every time his hips met hers...she wanted to hear that beautiful sound again...slid her hands down his back…
...so damn wet...tight around him...could feel her getting slicker...felt her heels digging into his buttocks...then suddenly she pushed one into him, sending his hips snapping forwards into her...a hard thrust, a cry spilling from her lips, a hoarse "again" breathed into his ear…
...Christ...didn't want to hurt her...couldn't...but god he wanted to take her, wanted to show her what it could really be like...the friction of her making him forget about what he could and couldn't do...he needed more too...leaned up to kiss her, devour her, to tell her with his mouth what he couldn't tell her with words...but it wasn't enough…he slowed once more, stroking the hair from her face, kissing her again, felt a sense of peace settle in him...
"I won't hurt you,"...he promised, forcing his throat to function again, her response...a pleading "take me" that had a grin spreading across his mouth, thrills of excitement bursting inside of him, his hips sliding, thrusting harder again.
She wasn't hurting anymore, he wasn't hurting her he dimly registered, the worry finally leaving him...she was alright...he wasn't causing her pain…
...and then she felt it, felt the minute relaxation of him, the satisfaction in the way he held her, the way another deep moan rumbled in his chest, he wasn't holding back anymore, had found a rhythm that satisfied both of them...she was flying higher, spurred on by the exquisite rightness of everything, by the heavy growls that rumbled in his chest, the short bursts of breath that left him when his lips left her skin...
"God, Lizzie…"...shook his head, dropping it to take her nipple into his mouth, sinking his cock inside of her a little faster, setting a rhythm, steady thrusts, teetering just on this side of hard...felt her writhe beneath him, more cries spilling from her…
Yes yes yes...it was all she could think, shouting and screaming it in her mind...she heard the noises she was making too...didn't care...the sound of her own moans only made the fire grow until it was burning through every bone in her body…
Something was building...making her ache, her hips bucking against him, her heart pounding in her chest, her core burning...swift tears stung her eyes, the room was shaking...spinning...
The breath he was holding in his chest started to burn when he felt the first tremor of her around him...yes...God he loved her...loved her so fucking much he thought he would die...another tremor...he knew she was close, her cries turning into sporadic whimpers...
All she could focus on was her pirate...her captain...Jack, he was hers, the slick movements of his body, he was clutching at her now, making beautiful noises where his head was resting on her shoulder, hissed broken versions of her name...she was climbing, crying out...clawing at him, at his back, at his buttocks, tugging on his hair...her hips surged tight against him, cresting, tightening...constricting her heart...tears were running down her cheeks…but it kept growing until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think…
She was sobbing underneath of him, thrashing her head, and he switched his movements to deep deliberate strokes, sucking her nipple into his mouth again, reaching down to rub his thumb across her clit...nearly coming undone himself at the sight of her pleasure...now…
His lips settled against her cheek, shifting a little with each thrust…"Come for me love," he gasped, and then felt a surge of pride when she did, her body looked possessed by it, her inner walls pulsing around his shaft, a cry of his name falling from her lips.
The tension released, the coil in her stomach suddenly unraveled, her back bowing with the force of it, ragged cries leaving her throat tingling as her orgasm sent her flying high, sent heat shooting up her spine, sent her inner walls convulsing around his cock rhythmically, turning her into a creature of pure rapture, of madness, her heart shaking, shattering, the pieces swimming through her veins to light up her world...illuminating everything until it peaked in a glorious apex of elysium, suspending her there, then she was free falling back down.
Her release set something free inside of him, she had found her pleasure, she was satisfied...he thrust faster, latching onto her neck when the growing storm inside of him started to take control of his body...so much pressure, like he was being wrung inside out, set on fire...it was glorious and terrifying...a deliverance of his heart into unknown waters...loved her...would never stop loving her…
Her mind was alert again, alert enough to feel his body still moving above her...she tugged him down, worked his mouth to hers and kissed him feverishly, his deep growl pushed between her lips at the same time as his tongue...he was close, she could feel him growing harder inside of her, twitching...his moans were getting shorter and harsher, his breathing was ragged, his thrusts were uneven, erratic...knowing that he was so undone, so open to her made a special kind of warmth flow through her, wanted him to find that glorious release like she had...she buried her fingers in his hair and tugged his ear to her lips…
"Come...come," she whispered, and felt a surge in her chest when his hips jerked hard into her, when his cheek pressed into hers with a rasping groan, when his hands clenched where they held her body.
Tightening, the tension in his groin had reached fever pitch...it was scalding, almost painful... then he heard her husky voice in his ear, telling him to come, and he snapped, pressing so close to her body that he forgot where she started and he began, felt the heat rising, felt the convulsions…pull out his mind told him, but it sounded like a faraway voice trying to break through sleep fog...pull out...can't come inside...then everything crystallized into hysteria as his orgasm made him surrender, possessed his body...forgot who he was, forgot where he was, forgot everything as the first streak of heat left him...barely managed to unsheath himself from her as the rest of his release spilled onto her stomach while he ascended into a delirium of glee...of...of...he felt fucking enchanted…stripped of everything...
She watched in fascination as he jerked and pulsed against her, as curses that he wasn't even aware of were hissed through his teeth, as his seed was released onto her belly...when he convulsed for the last time, his arms gave out, and he collapsed against her, pushing her into the mattress, wiry arms coming to wrap around her torso, his face pushed into her breast, his heart still pumping frantically...and she held him too, entirely unable to fathom him being anywhere else, not outside the room, not next to her on the bed, only where he was now.
As he came back down, as his cognizance starting picking up detail again, the smell of their lovemaking, the sweat on her chest, the steady rhythm of her heart, he felt an urge to say something...anything...just things...he whispered her name, her full name, a few shortened versions of her name...Lizzie...Lizbeth...even tried Bess...loved her...loved her hair, her...her...loved her dammit...said that too, even though it was muffled by his still hoarse breathing and the fact that his face was in danger of sinking into her ribcage.
He was whispering things, but she couldn't make out any of them, they were all indistinct...until...maybe...no...that couldn't be what he said...she must be hearing things...or hearing what she wanted to hear...
Then a small slice of reality crashed back into him and his brain caught up with his mouth...had she heard...he held his breath, listening, feeling for any sign that she had heard…but she was only laying underneath of him still, stroking his hair, his back...he felt her legs fall from his hips to rest on either side of him, and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Relief flooded through him...his secret was safe for now...despite the secrecy feeling like the most unnecessary thing in the world right at that moment...
Everything felt different, the texture of the bedsheets, the sounds of the world, the draft of air against his skin, it all felt...invigorating, like had a new lease on life...like the very fabric of his reality had been rewritten, reworked...like he hadn't been living until just then, hadn't seen the world for what it was...glorious...he could lay on top of her for the rest of his days and not give a bloody single fuck about it...but some things hadn't changed, like her body not being made for his weight to lay on it for more than a few minutes.
If this was what happiness felt like...this haze that made everything beautiful, made everything feel right, perfect...then she had never felt true happiness before...it settled in her everywhere, made her feel alive, made her skin tingle, and she didn't even try to stop smiling, couldn't...
"D'you want me to move, love?" he asked, lifting his head up just enough for her to hear him, unable to keep the smile out of his voice. He half hoped that she would say no, that they could stay here pretending to be in oblivion for a few moments longer…
...heard him ask her a question, a fresh wave of goosebumps washing over her at the sound of his voice...gravelly, satiated...sounding like it was soft laughter converted into talking...did she want him to move...no, not really...stayed quiet for a moment, a lazy smile on her face, and then just shrugged, making him chuckle despite himself.
She didn't feel like expending the effort to talk for a second…
"There...there seems to be a mess…" was all she could get out before she was giggling, tapping her finger on the seam created by their torsos, trying to tell him about the mess there, his mess...not that she minded it...but perhaps she didn't want to fall asleep with it there…"Could wash it off probably," she continued, making absolutely zero effort to even twitch. He nodded, a quiet "probably" coming out of him too accompanied by a little snort.
God she loved him so damn much, the force of it making her heart swell...making her laugh more...his hand slipped up her body to idly play with her nipple, teased it back and forth, her hand covering his...her hips shifting out of pure curiosity so that she could feel his softened cock between them...felt his tongue snake out of his mouth to tease her skin...this was real...then he lifted his head so that his chin was resting against her, and one look into his dark eyes glittering in the candlelight, elation still swimming in them, had her falling away again, to that place of nirvana, that place that was becoming her reality...whatever she had been living in before crumbling…
Suddenly the bed was shifting, he was moving, rolling to slump next to her, the full length of his body resting on its side along hers. His head was shoved in the little space on the bed between her arm and her torso, and his hand was still touching her, trailing around on her stomach.
It tickled.
Being tickled had never felt better in her life.
"Jack," she whined, tapping at his mess again, winning a laugh from him, and a quiet "fine, fine"...watched him roll onto his back, watched him glance around the room, almost like he was both wondering where to find a rag and using the excuse that he didn't know where she kept them to continue laying there. "They're in that little black thing over there," she answered, unable to think of the word 'dresser' or specify what 'over there' even meant, but he figured it out anyways after a slow blink and another smile, sitting up and then turning to swing his legs over the bed. His fingers tapped on the sheets for a moment, and she directed a quiet "what" at him.
"Don't know if I can walk," he deadpanned completely seriously, making her stare at the back of his head in disbelief for a moment before a bark of laughter shot out of her followed by more giggling. His "'m being serious" only doubled the force of it, and he was snorting out laughter again too in between something that sounded like "my bloody legs feel like jelly".
Truly having absolutely no trust in his legs to carry him across the room, he stood anyway, repeating the same thought over and over in his head...it was never going to get any better than this...look for the rag…little black thing she had said...the dresser. Taking a deep breath, he purposefully walked over to it like he hadn't walked in a hundred years, focusing on each step, heard her little snickers behind him, knowing that she would have a hard time walking too, said so with a "you bloody try it" followed by a smile and a glance over his shoulder at her.
Sliding open the drawer, he found several rags, a gray one, a dark blue one, and a red one. Chose the red one, dunked it in the little bucket of water she had, and wrung it out...turned around to look at her again, didn't really want to take his eyes off of her, before dropping them south and meticulously cleaned himself first, shuddering a little at the after-effects of his orgasm...damn sensitive...then striding back to the bed, circling around to the foot of it, before crawling to sit in between her still spread legs.
She watched him settle there, watched him clean her stomach of his seed, the coolness of the rag making her shiver a little, and then he wrapped the rag around itself so that he had a fresh chunk of it, and she jumped at the unexpected touch of it on her inner thigh.
"What are you doing?"
Glancing up at her, it occurred to him that she didn't know. He sighed and kept cleaning the light stain of blood off of her skin, switching to the other thigh, then stopping for a moment once it was clean.
"The pain…" was all he said, hoping it would be enough to explain as he wound the rag around his finger and gently swiped it up her slit, coming away with more than just blood…
...shit...he...shit…
After a few more 'shits' in his head, a fair burst of adrenaline, and a few 'fucks' thrown in for good measure, one out loud, he learned to live with and accept the fact very quickly that he had pulled out a hair too late...had she noticed? He was going to tell her anyway, some ridiculous urge to be entirely honest with her coming out of nowhere…
"Lizzie," he groaned, pushing his lips out in hesitation. Glancing up at her again, he caught her curious look, her arched eyebrow...letting his gaze trail down her body to her breasts, her flat stomach, even her still quivering quim...too damn perfect for him...let his eyes linger for a second longer before speaking again. "Felt too good," was what came out, then he was rolling his eyes at himself...ludicrous...but evidently she understood because she was smiling again.
"'S alright Jack...it wasn't...all of it…"
Not that she would have really minded that much if it had been...the prospect of having a child with Jack sounded very attractive right at that moment, in her miasma...but she rather thought that she would think that no matter what state she was in...she wanted everything with him…
He sat pouting anyway, frustrated with himself, before finally relaxing again when her toe nudged his knee with a quiet "c'mere".
Once he finished cleaning her entirely, he threw the rag to the ground and climbed over her leg, pushing against her body with his hand until she scooted over enough so that he could comfortably snuggle against her, the word snuggle making him bury his head in her shoulder to stifle his sudden burst of laughter. 'What?" she asked, playing with his bandana again.
What indeed...contemplated it...came up with nothing that could explain it…"I don't even know" he answered, shaking his head, then lifting it to make eye contact with her, another question wriggling around in his mind.
She felt his hand settle against her stomach, before sliding lower, his lips giving her shoulder lazy kisses...something sprang to life within her again when one finger slid gently up and down her slit, not really aiming to do anything, just touching her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, suddenly praying that she was, that she didn't regret it, even though nothing in the last ten minutes had even given him the slightest suggestion...especially her soft gasp when his finger touched her again.
The urge to have him back inside of her battled with the tired weighty feeling settling in her...later...as soon as possible, but still later…"Yes, better than alright, I think. A little sore."
Relief flooded through him, and he leaned up to kiss the corner of her mouth, turning her face towards his to kiss her completely.
"I'm sorry for hurting you," he said quietly, feeling like it was necessary to apologize for some reason, then looking up again to catch her cute little smile, just before her finger tapped him on the tip of his nose. "You're forgiven,"...it was said with the lightest teasing tone he had ever heard. "I think everything that came after made up for it anyway...it was...well, if I wasn't so bloody tired, and if you weren't so bloody tired, I'd be demanding a repeat performance already."
Allowing just a little smugness to wash over his face, he dipped his finger into her folds to circle around her clit, enjoying the pleased smile that spread across her lips. "Next time'll be better."
That was something she had to experience...better...not sure it could get better than what she had just felt…
She pushed him onto his back when the drowsiness made its presence too prominent to ignore. "'S go to sleep."
Nodding, he rose and got up for a moment to blow the candles out, stopping next to his breeches to retrieve his dagger, then carefully making his way back to the bed, slipping the dagger under the pillow. As soon as he was comfortable, she scooted next to him and laid her head down on his shoulder, pulling the blanket over them. Instead of goodnight, he got a sleepy thank you...he could guess what it was for, many things, and he also knew that he would prefer something else over a thank you or a goodnight...it was the same thing he wanted desperately to say...again, to say it again, but he kept it inside, unwilling to take the risk…at least until he noticed that she was fast asleep against him, her golden hair laying everywhere, her arm draped over his chest.
His right hand came up to stroke her face, skittering across her skin, over her lips, tracing around her ear...he felt liberated, in that moment, to say what he felt, to speak the three words that had both the potential power to make his life fall apart or to make the seams become so strong that nothing could tear them open, and then he did say it, another whispered "I love you, darling", so simple, yet...the darkness of sleep was enveloping him, and he let himself fall into it, looking forward to the morning more than he ever had in his entire life.
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