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Sweet Revenge	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 10956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5: Finding Your (moral) Center

She yanked helplessly at the shackles still binding her wrists above her head. She turned to look at Jack, who was sitting beside her, a knee curled on the bunk, looking somewhat forlorn. “Since the murder's off, do you think you could release me from these silly things?”

Jack smiled mysteriously. “Persuade me,” he said, in a deliberate echo of something he'd said to her before, when she claimed to know how to handle a “sword”. Will had taught her, she said.

“I can't very well persuade you without the use of my hands,” she replied, a new flush creeping into her cheeks.

At that Jack scrambled clumsily for the key, tied with some others to his belt, and hastily thrust it in the lock and turned it sideways. The shackles fell away, and Elizabeth rubbed her wrists. Jack looked at her in the dim light, running his eyes from her creamy throat down to the breast he had exposed and the chemise bunched around her waist, and the slender, shapely thighs below.

She was beautiful. And he intended to have her. Now. Her hands were sliding up his arms, over his shoulders and smoothing down the front of his chest, feeling hot and cool at the same time, soft like only a woman's touch could be. Then her hands were on his back as he held himself over her, and kissed her again, deeper than before, if that was possible. She was sweet, so sweet and intoxicating and he wanted her more than he'd wanted any woman in a very long time. Which was blatantly obvious from the erection that she must feel pushing against her thighs. He groaned, and captured her pale wrists in his brown, calloused hands.

“Elizabeth, I can't take any more of this. Enough. I'm going to make love to you, do you understand?”

Looking up at him, her brown eyes swimming with mixed emotions - desire, curiosity, hunger, and something elusive and darker - guilt? self-reproach? - she nodded once, firmly. “W-what should I do?”

He laughed, almost bitterly, and pressed her palms to his midsection, her fingers curling in the crisp hair dusting the ridges of lean muscle. “First, you've got to unfasten my breeches. Then I'll let you know.”

She did as he instructed, reveling in the new sensation of Jack's bare skin against her hands. She slid her hands down his lower back, shyly hesitating before plunging them below his waistband and across his buttocks.

Then he rolled to the side of her, and, after pressing another kiss to her swollen lips, stroked her newly exposed belly, sending frissons of pleasure all the way down to her toes. Her hips lifted of their own accord, and a tiny fire seemed to light in Jack's eyes as he moved his hand lower. Then he was touching her. There.

She gasped, clutching him to her, totally weak against the sensations his fingers were unleashing as they gently probed her. Every movement seemed to set part of her on fire. He stroked. He rubbed in a slow circle. The pleasure emanating from that hand released a low moan from her throat. She wanted... more.

“Jack, please,” she begged. She didn't know what else to say, because she wasn't exactly sure what came next, although she understood the basic idea. He would know. He would fix this desperate, clawing need.

Then he was on top of her, and his hands came up to cover her breasts, and she felt his manhood pressing urgently against the part of her his fingers had just left. It was hot and smooth and instinctively she ground against it. Jack groaned. “Just a second, love.”

Unable to wait another second, he reached down and put himself inside her, desperate to sink into her, to feel her warmth surround him, squeezing him and soothing the burning he'd felt since the last time they'd met. Balancing on his knees, he pulled back and thrust forward, eagerly anticipating the hot, sweet depths of her body.

Then he hit something. And froze. “Oh, bloody hell.”

“What?” Elizabeth breathed, feeling like she was in a dream. “What's wrong?” She moved her hips again, feeling Jack right there at her entrance, and looked up to see his eyes squeezed shut, and his face turned away from her.

“You're a goddamn virgin, Elizabeth.”

“Well, of course I am,” she whispered indignantly. “What did you expect?”

“I expected Will might've taken a tumble with you by now.”

She blushed furiously, steeling her voice against the frustration. “No, our wedding is still postponed. What's the matter?”

Jack chuckled bitterly. “The matter is, this ain't a wedding. And once it's gone, you can't have it back.”

“Have what back?”

“This,” he said thickly, and pushed against her gently. The effort was almost his undoing. Sweat popped out on his brow. “This is what makes you a virgin.”

“Oh,” she said, exhaling slowly. She still burned for him, but tried to think about what he was saying. If he made love to her now, then...

“He'll know, Elizabeth,” Jack said, almost reading her mind. “And that will not be a nice wedding night surprise.”

Will. Elizabeth felt tears well as she imagined him, worried for her, probably pursuing their ship through the night. His handsome face as he looked down at her on the deck, the tiny promises of love to come. He would be hurt. She couldn't do that. But Jack... he felt so good, everywhere that he touched or breathed or moved, and his weight atop her felt right, and she wanted him so much, she could die. He was still inside her. She felt his arms trembling as he held himself above her.

Jack faced one of the finer moral dilemmas of his life. Here he was, poised to take her, desire, hot and hungry, urging him on, together with the knowledge that, if he did take her, she would not resist. After the initial discomfort, she would enjoy herself immensely, he was sure. Her naked body beneath him was exquisite, and his revenge forgotten, he wanted her more than anything.

Almost anything. He also wanted her to be happy, to get married and have a normal life as a proper lady, despite everything he'd done to disrupt it. If Will deserted her, she'd be ruined. And if he discovered she'd lain with Jack, he just might be unable to forgive her. And him. Facing Will at the pointy end of a sword was not a happy thought. Neither was finding Elizabeth, a fallen woman, parading around with the doxies in Tortuga, a shadow of the young woman she once was. All because of him.

No.

With an effort that was truly painful, he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back next to her. His breathing was heavy and labored. He reached a hand down and fastened his breeches.

“Jack,” she said plaintively, reaching over to touch his chest.

“Fix your clothes,” he ordered, and rolled off the bunk.

“Where are you going?” she called, disappointed.

“I'm taking you back.” With that, he pulled his shirt and tunic on, and slammed out of the cabin. She heard him shouting orders, and felt the angle of the ship tilt crazily. They were turning around. She turned her face into the pillow, and sighed.

* * *

An hour later, she joined him on deck. Ever the image of the true sea captain, he stood with his feet braced apart, his eyes searching the horizon. In the distance she could make out a small ship. The ship she had come from.

“They've been following us, so we'll rendezvous in a short while,” he said without looking at her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and reached for his hand. Squeezed it.

He glanced at her for a moment, taking in her windblown hair, pink cheeks, and rosy lips. He raised her hand to his lips and dropped a kiss on the back of it, avoiding her eyes. It was the last time he touched her. For a while.

Hours later, as he sailed away on the Queen Elizabeth, he stared pensively out into the sea as he recalled that the truth had been confirmed.

Women were the very devil.

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A/N: This was my very first J/E fanfic. In fact... my first fanfic... that I actually put to paper. Well, computer screen. If you liked it, leave a review - or if you didn't, feel free to point out how the nautically ignorant can improve - and check out the sequel, “Devil's Bargain,” if you're left feeling flustered and frustrated that J/E didn't get it on. It's longer. So is “The Evil Lady E,” which nullifies everything I established in this fic and starts over from the Pearl and the Kraken, through a much darker perspective. Happy shipping. ~ LadyPirate
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