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Devil's Bargain	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 9097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Devil's Bargain the Second

When he fell on top of her on the bunk, she could barely draw breath.

He was Jack, and he was going to make love to her. As he was now making love to her mouth, fervently, as though he were starving for the taste of her. On his lips she tasted rum, faintly, and warmth, and something else, sweet and exotic which she realized with sudden astonishing clarity, was her.

He pulled away from her lips to crawl his mouth along her jaw, neck and shoulder, hungrily nipping at her with his teeth. She arched off the bed, silently willing him to descend to her breast, which he soon did. The flames he had ignited earlier were still there, only lying dormant, waiting to be awakened by Jack's hands and mouth and skin. She glanced down at his muscled, bronze back, and felt her insides turn to jelly. She smoothed a hand across his rough pieces of hair, which dragged across her tender skin, an interesting counterpoint to the hot softness of his mouth.

Then his hand was working that magic again between her legs, and she was on fire for him, again, just like that. The sheer speed of it amazed her. He had brought her from contentment to fever pitch in only a few minutes. Well, not if one counted the months... the months of secret longing, of wondering if she would ever know Jack, like this. And now she would.

He left her to divest himself of his breeches, and she peeked through lowered eyelids at his body, deliciously naked. He was deeply tanned from top to bottom, saving some slightly paler skin from his knees to his waist, where he was covered even on deck, she supposed. Black hair curled in wisps across his chest and stomach, tapering lower. And then... she blushed but kept looking, flattered and excited and thrilled that he was that hard, that heavy, for her.

Then he covered her body with his, and she ceased to think entirely.

As he stroked her sides and shifted slowly to fall between her legs, she ran a hand down his back. She remembered the feel of it, the ridges and satin over steel flesh.

“Jack,” she whispered.
“Mmm?”

“Do you remember, what it was like before? I mean, when we were here. In your cabin.”

He groaned softly, with a rueful chuckle. “I remember.”

“I never forgot.” She looked up at him, eyes honest and clear, but alight with excitement. “I never forgot what you did, how you wouldn't ruin me.”

“I'll ask you to remember that the next time you feel like murderin' me,” he murmured, savoring the feel of her naked body against his. Her curves seem to fall perfectly into his hollows, and vice versa. Her skin was softer than silk and hotter than the humid Caribbean nights. He needed to feel her...

“I remembered it another time, too, Jack.” Through the haze of passion in his brain, he tried to piece meaning together from her words. “I remembered it when Will first made love to me. When he broke through it and it hurt a little, and I remembered that you spared me that.” She sighed and closed her eyes, nestling her nose against his cheek. “For a second - just for a moment - “

His eyes blazed down at her, dark with hunger. Her voice lowered to an almost inaudible whisper.

“ - I wished it had been you, Jack. I wished it was you.”

What was left of his control disintegrated, and he was kissing her again, more passionately than before, sweeping her mouth with his tongue, staking total possession. He aligned his hips with hers, poised just at her entrance. He slowly ground himself against her, growing more desperate as he felt how warm she was, how ready and luscious she would be. For the briefest moment, he thought how she would feel, around him. He leaned on his elbows, bringing his face close to hers.

She could see, hear, feel, nothing but Jack. When he didn't move for a long moment, her eyelids fluttered open. “Jack?”

“Tell me you love me.” No one was more shocked that Jack to hear those quiet words from his own lips. Had he said them aloud?

“Jack,” she said, a teasing note in her voice, and smile playing about her lips. She lifted her hips to meet his. But he paused just the tiniest fraction inside of her, still brushing hair away from her face and looking over her features as though committing them to memory.

“Tell me you love me, Elizabeth. Even if you don't want to, or don't really understand it, or it's only a little,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Tell me. I need to hear it.”

“Jack, I love you. I l-love - “

He drove deep inside her, all the way to the hilt, and her words broke off with a gasp, as she clutched at his back for balance. Sweat emerged on his brow, as he shut his eyes tight, overwhelmed with the feeling of being inside her slick, hot channel. He pulled back, exerting a maximum of effort to control himself, and forced his eyes open to look at her.

“Again. Say it again.”

“I love you, Jack,” she whispered, and then he filled her again, stretching her, making her feel swollen and shaky.

“Again.”

“I do love you,” she said against his mouth, and kissed him, gently, tenderly, as he thrust into her again. This time he did not break the kiss, and instead, found a throbbing, urgent rhythm and pushed her down into the bunk with every stroke.

She gave herself up to him completely, matching him movement for movement, groan for groan. It wasn't long before she felt herself rising to that familiar peak Jack had guided her to, and she she clasped her hands around his back, sensing it would be explosive.

“Oh god, Jack,” she gasped out, her chin digging into his shoulder, her body shaking with the force of the sensations washing over her.

But Jack could say nothing as he exhaled deeply against her neck, and she felt his hard, hot breath against her skin, and tremors seemed to wrack his entire body. His arms began to tremble before he allowed himself to rest his weight, completely, on top of her.

When Elizabeth opened her eyes, she saw only the darkness of the room. The candle had gone out. Jack was still atop her, and she rolled to one side so that his body shifted over onto the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She could barely make out his features in the darkness.

“Hello, love,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.

She took a deep breath and sighed.

“So, still love me?” he asked, lightly. Too lightly.

Her answer was a sigh. “What does it matter?”

“Why? Why wouldn't it?”

“It was just...” Elizabeth mentally groped for words. “...in the heat of passion, things are said. I'm still married. To Will. Your friend. Remember him?”

“But you do. Love me. Don't you?”

“How can you even ask me that? We barely know each other.”

At this, he laughed out loud. He reached over and ran his hand from her naked breast down to her thighs. “Funny, we seem to be well-acquainted.”

“That's not what I meant.” She turned her face toward him, trying to read his expression in the darkness. “Do you love me?”

“Do you want the long answer or the short answer?”

“The truth, if you please.”

“Fine, both it is, then.” He turned his body toward her, propping his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the pillow. “The short answer is, it's complicated.”

Elizabeth felt her heart give a little lurch. What was wrong with her? She loved Will, she reminded herself. Will.

“And the long answer?”

“The long answer. . . you mean the world to me, Elizabeth. Honestly. But so does my ship, freedom, the sea, pirating, and all the other things that make me, me. Never mind gold, and rum. To say I loved you could mean I would give up all those things, and try to become the kind of man that could really love you. That could give you a normal life and a family and babies and all that. Like...”

“Like Will.”

“But I can't. If I tried, I'd be miserable. And then I wouldn't be me, and then I might not love you, I might even come to hate you. Never try to divide a man from his freedom, Elizabeth. It's a dangerous thing to do.”

“And so? So what? So what becomes of it?”

“This,” he whispered, taking one of her hands between his, and bringing it to his chest. “This, here. For one night, or several, if I'm lucky, I get to have you, and everything else.”

“You mean, have your cake and eat it too?”

His eyes flared in the darkness. “Exactly.”

She pondered that for a moment, and thought inevitably of Will. She did want all those things Jack mentioned, and Will was more than that. Will was... fun. And he made her feel safe.

“So you go through life, never choosing between things you love that exclude one another.”

“Right. You take what you need to survive. I need to sail the seas, to have adventures.” His voice became softer, more tender. “But I'll need you, too. Sometimes. Just like you'll need me.”

“I do not need you.” And as soon as the words had left her lips, she knew they were lies. But if Jack could have his cake and eat it (as it were) why couldn't she?

“It's a devil's bargain, Elizabeth. This life we lead. You find what you want and you take it, and strike a deal with the devil to keep on having it, if that's what you need. Some might say a good man would settle down and have a family, that he has to choose between love and pirating. But I can't, so I pay the price. I go and make my fortune, and I love you.”

She pressed her lips together to keep from grinning. “You do love me, then.”

“Yes.”

“But you can't have me all to yourself.”

“No. But I have the Elizabeth - “ He gestured broadly around them. “ - and, er...Elizabeth.”

“And since I love Will and I love you, too, you think I should find a way to have both.”

“Precisely,” he whispered, leaning against her mouth. “Although, not at the same time. At least, not - did you just say you loved me?”

“Yes.”

He kissed her, then, hard at first, and then more tenderly, until he stopped and pulled away. “You see, Lizzy, you can go and have your pretty life with Will, and once in a while you'll find yourself an adventure and visit dear old Jack. God knows, he probably will. He's probably having one right now.”

“He can never find out about us.”

“Naturally not. I think that story would have a pointy, metallic ending.”

“It's not so bad,” Elizabeth said, turning her face up to him. “I'm not going to leave you for him, nor leave him for you.”

“There's a good girl,” Jack said, his voice low and breathy. He was sliding his hands up her naked torso again. He grasped her waist between them, and hauled her on top of him. “Now that you've struck your deal with the devil, as everyone eventually does, care to test it out?”

By way of answer, she spread her knees so she was straddling his thighs, and by lifting her hips and lowering them again, she had impaled herself upon him. From that point on, there was no further conversation.
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