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Lagoon	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 3904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Lagoon
- 2-Shore
- 3-Zeal
- 4-Heartbeat
- 5-Sunrise
- 6-Sunset
- 7-The Code
- 8-Cabin
- 9-Jack
- 4
- 5
- 6
The sun was coming up, the warm glow of orange just starting to bleed into the ever-lightening sky as it peeked over the horizon. Sunrises were beautiful, promising something new, something that might whet the curiosity, or stoke the fire of excitement, a song of life dancing throughout the light breeze that blew her long blonde hair about her bare shoulders. The warmth of the day was just starting to wash over her face.
Sounds, all of them crystal clear to her in her serenity, floated through her, around her, the sound of the waterfall in the pool, the chirps and squeaks, screeches and whistles, and the flowing of branches and trees. In the distance, she could hear the waves crashing against the shore.
It was a wonderful thing, feeling this free, this light, as though she had been living in a cage before now, living in a shadow that repressed the joy that she had the capacity to feel. In just a few hours, just a few fleeting moments, she had shed that skin, that skin of propriety, the expectations that everyone had of her, the way they thought that she ought to be.
She could still feel the heat that washed over her skin at his touch, the sensual timbre of his voice as he whispered sweet things in her ear, the life that he breathed into her when he kissed her, and the indescribable fulfillment, the wholeness that still lingered, at having him inside of her, finally.
Seeing the emotion in his dark eyes, seeing him open to her, showing her everything, every layer that he had kept hidden away, knowing that it was her that he was choosing, made the warmth in her chest increase tenfold, traveling up to her lips so that a slow content smile spread across her face.
Even after she had committed such an atrocity against him, even after she had told him she wasn't sorry for it, such a grand lie that it was a wonder that he didn't know it, he still wanted her, still hoped that she wanted him. He still loved her, had loved her, and would continue to love her, she knew, until he no longer drew breath.
It was a wonder that such a complex man, dark and hardened from things that her still-inexperienced eyes had never seen, was allowed to return to that place of purity, that place of freedom, because of her. It was a wonder of what she had done to deserve that, to deserve him. Though, he had told her that he didn't understand what he had done to deserve her either.
And he had been so bloody careful when he had first taken her, so absolutely wonderful that she couldn't help but revisit that exact moment over and over again, the perfect dizzying transcendence, so intense that she had to fight back tears of happiness every time she pictured the look on his face when he had raised his head from where it had been nuzzled into her neck.
'It doesn't hurt anymore.'
He had stared down at her, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms circled around his back, as though he couldn't quite allow himself to believe that she was really there with him, allowing him to do such things to her as to take her virginity. The next second, the sweetest smile, just a small one, had twitched at his lips, just before he had started their dance of pleasure, one that would take her to heights that she had never felt before.
If she would have known it was going to be like that, like falling into a pit of fire and blinding light willingly, she might have given into her primal urge to let Jack take her against the mast of his ship, shackles forgotten, the Kraken, forgotten.
And then, he had made love to her again, against the rock, his body pinning hers with such a closeness that it had made her forget the need to breathe, since chanting his name in breathless whispers was all she could do.
Made love. With Jack.
He had told her that he loved her, had told her those three words, those three precious words that a regular man might find themselves a bit squeamish saying, but Jack, a man so guarded that she had sometimes doubted that he even had inner layers, had said them in such a way that left her no doubt that he had meant them with every fibre of his being.
She brought her fingers to her lips, tracing them, memorizing the feel of his against them, lest she someday lose the opportunity to remind herself. Then another reminder, one of how safe she felt in his arms, was generously given to her when said arms encircled her from behind, his face nuzzling at her neck.
"You know, as much as I like you without a stitch of clothing on, you had best get dressed. I don't much fancy my ship leaving without us."
Just the sound of his voice, the delicious velvet-like texture of it, sent her heart racing again, very much considering denying his request for her to clothe herself, requesting instead that they revisit the pool.
As though he sensed her thought process, he tamed the growing fire in her, for now.
"Later, Lizzie. I'm yours once we're back in my cabin."
Hers.
Taking a deep shuddering breath as though waiting was a major inconvenience, she turned around to look at him, finding a sparkle in his eyes that made a giggle spill out of her.
"You don't even have your shirt on yet," she exclaimed, swatting him in the shoulder. He looked down at himself with an expression of faux confusion.
"Wow, you're right, I don't," he said in a tone dripping with sarcasm, and then made a show of looking around, his finger tapping his mouth. "I wonder where it could've possibly gone."
She knew where it was. It was behind them, a few feet, and when she realized that he meant to have her go and get it for him just so he could enjoy the view for a moment longer, she scowled at him, before descending into another lapse of giggles.
"Fine, your majesty, I will be so kind as to fetch it. Do try not to stare though."
"Stare? Who said anything about staring?" he asked as he watched her trudge over to where the off-white garment lay, gathering her clothes as well.
"Here," she said, shoving the shirt at him, scowling again at the devilish smirk on his face. He distracted her a moment later when she caught how the wiry muscles rippled as he raised his arms to pull it over his head.
Was it always going to be like that? Was she always going to be distracted by watching him perform mundane tasks?
Who was she kidding? It had always been like that. On the voyage to Isla Cruces, she had caught herself staring at his hands when they were wrapped around the wheel of the Pearl. Her attention had been stolen numerous times by the many activities that his lips engaged in, whether he was biting them in frustration, pushing them out a bit in curiosity or confusion, and any sight of his tongue had made her legs just a bit wobbly. She also liked to examine the various trinkets in his hair from afar, wondering what kind of noises they would make when he…
It was true, almost every thought she had about him had led to sex during that voyage, especially when it involved her being fixated on any part of his body. She wondered what kind of pleasure his mouth could bring her, whether it was attached to her mouth, or other places, she wondered how much fire he could draw from within her by touching her skin with his beautiful hands, and of course she had wondered how he would feel inside her more times than she could count, each time crystallizing into a sharp need to take solace inside her little cabin, her hand shoved into her pants in a whirling need for release. But it had never been enough. That sweet moment of relief had only made the longing burn brighter each time.
The amount of times that she had considered just marching into his cabin ought to make her feel a little ashamed, but she just couldn't bring that emotion forth.
Well, now she no longer had to fantasize, at least.
She busied herself with pulling her clothes on, already impatient for later, in his cabin.
Following the timeline of the immediate future, an unpleasant reminder reared its head.
She needed to talk to Will.
Wandering over to where she spied Jack's hat hanging off of a tree branch, she snatched it off and hid it behind her back, trying to distract herself from imagining that conversation.
Jack had his coat, and all of the various belts and sashes that he wore back on, looking like the consummate pirate captain that he was, fierce and predatory.
"Where in the bloody fuck is my-"
His swearing made her snicker, and she laughed harder at his antics when he looked up at her with an accusatory glare.
"Now, just because I have professed my undying love for you doesn't mean that you can bloody take my hat-"
He was stalking towards her as he said it, and the second he reached her, she cut him off with a kiss, tugging him against her as though she hadn't seen him in a very long time. A tingle rushed through her when he melted against her, running his hands along her neck to tangle in her hair, pushing her closer, deepening the kiss.
From behind her back, she raised his precious hat, and fixed it onto his head, just as he broke away, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
Somehow, she knew that they were both reminiscing about the exact same memory when they had first met, when he had so skillfully manipulated her into re-arming him with his effects.
'Easy on the goods darling.'
'You're despicable.'
She still remembered the heat in his eyes, even that first time, and she wondered if he had considered making a stop into her bedroom had he actually escaped from Norrington's men, and she was not entirely sure that she would have stopped him.
"Seems so long ago, doesn't it?"
"Mhm, and yet here we are, almost in the exact same position," he said, kissing her forehead. "Let's go, darling. If you want to keep it a secret until you break the news to him, that's fine with me. I'll go," he paused to point somewhere behind her, "that way, and you go a different way."
She nodded, pulling away from him reluctantly.
"I'll see you on the ship, I suppose."
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