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The Scythe's Song	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
This was the tenth goddamn round that he had won, and it was starting to piss her off. Normally she wasn't a sore loser, but with Jack, she always got so competitive.
"Is steam going to start coming out of your ears?"
She looked around at him with a death glare.
"You're cheating," she said with the snottiest voice she could muster. "That was the last round that you are going to win."
"Cheating? Me? Never."
They were back at the character selection screen. Jack had been using both Raiden and Liu Kang alternatively, while she preferred Sonya Blade and Kitana.
"Fine, prove it. Pick a different character this time."
"If it will prove that I am just better than you, you can even pick my character for me."
"Better? You're not better."
"I mean...you haven't won a round yet. I'm sure that if this were reversed, you would be gloating all over me."
"No, I wouldn't."
"Uh huh. You're kinda cute when you get angry, by the way."
"I doubt you'll still think that when you are missing a certain part of your anatomy."
"See? The way you squint your eyes, and your lips get a bit puckered, and your cheeks get red. Cute."
"I'm warning you, Jack…"
"And you like that part of my anatomy far too much for that."
"Says who?"
"Oh, sorry, all those hallucinations I have had of making you come must have confused me."
"Maybe I fake it."
That was one of the biggest lies she had ever told in her entire life, but she didn't really care at the moment.
"You're a damn good actress then."
No reaction from her when Jack was touching her even approached anything that could be called acting.
"...I'm not cute."
She wasn't sure if it was the childish tone she used or the pouting expression on her face, but one look at her sent Jack into a fit of laughter, starting out as mild chuckling, before rapidly descending into hysterics every time he glanced at her again.
At the point where he was laughing so hard he stopped making noise, his face buried in the couch throw that he had snatched up, she started laughing too, descending into her own fit of giggles.
Just as Jack was calming down, she had a particularly breath-snatching wheeze of laughter, and on a purely instinctual level, her hand flew out to swat his shoulder in a this-is-all-your-fault gesture.
He tried, he really tried to resist, shaking his head frantically, holding his breath, but nothing worked as he relapsed, tears streaming down his face, his hand holding his stomach, his face back in the blanket. She could hear the garbled versions of curses choking their way out of his throat.
Neither of them even noticed Shawn standing there staring at them in apprehension until he finally said something, the Mortal Kombat menu music playing in the background.
"Are you guys...ok? Need some respirators or something? Maybe a tranquilizer?"
They both made some kind of frantic hand gesture at him, but he couldn't tell what it was that they meant.
"I'm...I'm just going to go out to the garage."
When they didn't even acknowledge him, he awkwardly turned and left, shaking his head.
She eventually crawled over, controller abandoned, and let her laughter peter out into his chest.
"You are cute, Lizzie. And beautiful, smart, charming, sexy...Shall I go on?"
She pushed her face into his shoulder to hide her smile.
The clock on her phone had said 6:30 when Jack announced that they should take a shower and get ready for dinner. As if she would turn down a chance to get naked with him.
"Stop staring."
Her eyes jerked up from his arse as he kept adjusting the water temperature.
"You like it."
He emitted a velvety chuckle, finally stepping in, her following behind him. She leaned against the right wall, appreciating the view of the water traveling down the ridges and lines of his body. She loved his physique, all lean muscle, and gorgeous bronze skin, and she would never get tired of admiring it.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting the stream run over his face. While he was distracted, she stepped up to him and wrapped her hand around his cock, smiling at the immediate change of expression on his face.
"Mmm, sometimes I feel like you enjoy touching me more than I enjoy it," he said, smirking at her.
"I wouldn't say that," she responded in a low voice as he rapidly grew hard in her hand. He let her push him against the back wall, leaning his head back against it as she firmly stroked, from base to tip, slow and steady.
Making this intelligent dangerous man putty for her was one of the most arousing things in the world.
"God, love," he sighed when she started to alternate her strokes, traveling down his length at different speeds, twisting her hand, running her fingers over the tip on the upstroke, and then he released a breathy moan when her other hand softly massaged his sac. Power rushed through her when he tightened his hand into a fist against the wall.
"Your mouth, dammit, please," he pleaded without opening his eyes. His lips were parted, his face slack with pleasure.
Kneeling down, she wrapped a hand around his hip to keep him still as her other hand grasped his cock. The growl that left him when she took the first couple of inches into her mouth sent a wave of heat and moisture straight to her core.
She had never been able to bottom him out, as he was not exactly small, reaching eight inches easily, but she let him sink in as far she could, dragging her lips slowly back up, a soft litany of curses spilling out of his mouth. Her hand returned to his sac as she kept a steady rhythm, letting her tongue play as she went.
Feeling his body tightening, she increased her speed, stroking him with her other hand where she couldn't reach with her mouth.
When he was close, he always liked to tangle his fingers into her hair, and he had learned long ago that she didn't mind swallowing him, rather enjoyed it even. The first couple of times, he had tried warning her, tried pulling her off of him, but she had swatted his hands away, shushed him, and told him both times that she appreciated him trying to be a gentleman, but she would rather him just shut up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned as his breathing grew harsh, gorgeous raw sounds of pleasure bubbling up from his chest.
She sank her mouth down his length as far as it could go, and then sucked, working her tongue around him at the same time, the ache between her legs becoming more uncomfortable the more he unraveled.
"Lizz-Liz-" and then his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, not hard enough to hurt her, and groaned as he came hard into her mouth, his hips jerking with sporadic thrusts. She took all of him until he finally slumped against the wall, his chest heaving.
"Jesus Christ, I swear you get better at that every time you do it," he said as he tried to catch his breath. "And that's saying something because you're bloody fantastic."
"I aim to please."
She wiped her mouth and then planted soft kisses across his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I suppose you want something in return, hm?"
"I mean, I wouldn't mind," she replied, shrugging indifferently, as though she wasn't on fire for him.
He reversed them so she was pressed against the wall, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her there against him, hands curled around her bum as she wound her arms around his neck.
She melted against him as he kissed her tenderly, taking his time, caressing her lips with his. Once he was satisfied that she wasn't going to fall, he trailed his hands up her stomach, stopping to give attention to her breasts, cradling them.
Breaking the kiss, she tangled her hands in his hair and pushed his head towards her neck, earning her an amused chuckle. When he latched onto her pulse point, laving his tongue there, even nipping her a little, she couldn't stand waiting anymore, moving her hand down to her center, rubbing her clit with a sigh of relief.
He stopped what he was doing, and glanced down to watch her, heat pooling in his eyes. She slowed her hand in a question, then smiled when he nudged it.
"Don't stop on my account, love."
She held his gaze as she rubbed her fingers over her folds, dipping them just inside her entrance, then trailing them back up to her clit, rotating around it, alternating between rough strokes and soft strokes. A breathy little moan bubbled up from her throat when she hit just the right spot.
Her fingers moved faster as her eyes slipped closed, her cheeks flushing. A fresh jolt of pleasure made her hips jerk as Jack lifted her up a little more to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
"Oh god, Jack, I...I can't-"
Sighing gratefully when he replaced her hand with his own, her world quickly narrowed to the moment when he slid two fingers inside of her, his thumb immediately working her clit. She moved her hips against him and clutched at his shoulders as her lips parted.
"You're fucking gorgeous, love," he whispered as he withdrew to play with her folds. Her body tightened, whimpers leaving her mouth with every stroke of his thumb.
"Jack, I-"
She gave up, shaking her head frantically, biting her lip, her hand shooting down to clutch his wrist like it always did just before she came.
"You're almost there, darling," he said, a satisfied smile in his husky voice.
When her hips started to buck against his hand, he took her mouth in a searing kiss, rubbing his thumb across her clit furiously.
Then she broke, burying her face into his shoulder as white-hot bursts of pleasure threatened to set her blood on fire. He continued touching her, stroking her, until she floated down from that impossible high, her breathing harsh.
He kept her wrapped around him like he always did, but this time, he wound his arms around her and pulled her into him, cradling her head against his chest, and stroked her hair.
She almost melted into a puddle when he said three precious words...well, four, really.
"I bloody love you," and it came out like he had been waiting, building up to saying it all day.
"I love you too," she said, as that was the only appropriate response.
When she drew back, he had a warmth in his eyes, a kind of contentment that she rarely saw, and it made her give a contented sigh of her own.
"Do you suppose tonight is the last bit of fun we will get to have?"
"Since when were jobs not fun?" he asked, his brow raised.
"I don't know, I have a feeling this one is going to turn into more than just a job."
"Well, if it does go a bit sideways, we'll deal with it."
She let him get ready first.
When he emerged from the bathroom, her mouth dropped open just a little bit.
He had chosen a navy blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and the first two buttons undone, exposing a tantalizing slice of his tan chest. He also had on a fine-fitting pair of black trousers with a silver belt buckle, showing off his slim yet muscular waist.
"Dashing."
He smoldered at her, something he was very good at.
"Why thank you," he said, crossing the room to spray his cologne on. She was sitting on the bed still in her towel.
"So, which car would you like to take tonight?"
"Hmm, maybe the Saleen?"
"Nice choice."
Drakkar Noir invaded her senses as he stepped over to her, tugging her to her feet. He took her head in his hands and kissed her until she thought she might just rip all of his clothes off again.
When he drew his hands away, he caught the towel on the way down, loosening it just enough for it to fall to the floor.
"You look much better without it," he said, before crossing back over to open the top drawer of his dresser, extracting a small pistol.
"Do you suppose we are going to be attacked?"
He checked it over, making sure it was loaded, before sliding it into the suit jacket that he evidently intended on wearing.
"Normally I just keep one in my car, but you're with me now."
His commitment to protecting her by whatever means necessary made her feel a bit fuzzy inside.
"Go away so I can get ready, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor."
He snorted. "More like the dark guardian angel standing over your shoulder."
The door closed with a click as he disappeared through it.
Once she was in the bathroom, she pulled her maroon dress on and admired the way it hugged her body. She mussed up her hair until it fell around her shoulders in tight waves, and did her eyes with a black smokey look, leaving her lips bare.
The final touch was a sprinkling of gold glitter dust on her cleavage, a spritz of the Dior perfume she had bought, and a pair of black stiletto heels.
Checking herself in one of his wall length mirrors, even she had to admit that she looked hot. Jack was talking to Chris when she left the bedroom, so she lingered in the hallway for a moment to text Ringa.
'I have some good news.'
'Ay, amiga! Spill.'
'Jack and I...well, we're...official now.'
She could picture Ringa squealing on her end.
'Ya era hora. Magnifico. Any other news? Wedding bells maybe?'
'Wedding bells?! I think we are getting a little ahead of ourselves.'
'Si Tu lo dices, amiga. When do I get to meet this man of yours?'
'Actually, I was going to ask you to pack a bag just in case.'
'Oh?'
'This job has put us right in the middle of a dispute between the Sinaloa Cartel and the Yakuza.'
'Mierda Santa! You sure this is a good idea?'
'Jack and I can handle whatever happens, I'm sure. Just make sure you are ready in case I need you here.'
'No es un problema. Just say the word.'
'Thank you Ringa. Off to dinner with Jack now.'
'Oooh, if that man doesn't propose to you at some point, I will eat my own hand. Or make him eat it.'
'Haha, we'll see.'
Chris entered the hallway but stopped in his tracks when he saw her.
"Wow, I have to say, I am a bit jealous of Jack."
"Jealous? Of wh-" Jack started when he walked over, but his words died in his throat as he too saw her, his eyes immediately raking over her body shamelessly.
"I am one lucky fucking man, aren't I?"
"You two have fun," Chris said, chuckling, shaking his head.
"Shall we?"
She smiled when Jack held his hand out, and then took it, letting him lead her downstairs.
They climbed in the Saleen and pulled out of the garage.
"So, where is our destination tonight?"
"Bristol, there is an excellent restaurant there called Casamia. It's been awhile, but the owner knows me."
He turned on some music, and she relaxed into the seat.
It took about 45 minutes to get there, the phone displaying 8:15 when they pulled up to the valet. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as Jack led her through the door. A man in his late 60's with slicked back gray hair looked up from the podium, a smile spreading across his face.
"Jack Sparrow, it has been a long time," he said in a deep voice, coming around to give Jack a one-armed hug.
"Not too long, I hope."
"No, no, of course not. And who is this lovely lady?"
"This is-"
The man cut him off, a look of recognition washing over his face.
"Ah, of course, this must be the fabled Elizabeth."
"And why do you say that?" she asked as Jack fidgeted.
"Well, I can't imagine that Jack would bring any other woman out to dinner. Oh, excuse me. My name is Christian. I own this lovely establishment."
"Nice to meet you. I am sure Jack only said good things about me."
"Certainly, certainly. A lot about how beautiful you were, and I can say now that he wasn't exaggerating."
"Christian, a table, please?
The man tutted at Jack and grabbed two menus.
"Fine, impatient I see. Follow me."
They were led through the dim building to a table in the back right corner, a crystal chandelier hanging above it.
"Here we are, I will have a waiter bring out a wine menu in a moment, along with some bread and oil."
After Jack arranged his jacket on the chair, they sat down, Jack on the right, her on the left. The restaurant lighting made him look incredibly alluring, like a...well, like a dark angel.
"I know you tell me that I am beautiful all the time, but did I ever tell you how handsome you are?"
He gave her a genuine little smile, one that made her insides flutter.
"I think all the staring you do tells me enough."
"Hey, just because I stare at your arse a lot doesn't mean that I think the rest of you looks good."
Christian returned with the menu just then, cutting off Jack's faux pout.
"So, Jack, what will you be treating the lady with tonight?"
He tapped his finger on his lip for a moment before answering.
"Let's do a bottle of the Chateau Lafite, please."
"Ahh, a lovely French red, excellent choice. Our most expensive, but I don't think Jack Sparrow would give the woman he loves anything less."
She knew she was practically beaming, but she also didn't really care at that moment.
Another waiter stepped over and placed a plate of oil and a basket of bread on their table.
"Can I get an order placed for two of you, or would you rather have a few minutes to decide?"
"No need, we'll both have the Pasta and Lamb Ragu."
"Perfect, I'll get that order started for you right away."
The food looked delicious when it came out, creamy and steaming hot, along with their bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
"You still remember my love affair with pasta, I see," she said, pouring them some.
"Lizzie, you literally begged to take any job that put us in Italy. It's hard to forget."
The first bite she took nearly gave her a food orgasm because christ was it good. The wine was excellent too. She found Jack staring at her with an amused grin.
"Good? Must be, because you almost made the same face you make when-"
"And how is everything?"
Jack finished the rest of his sentence with a smolder, briefly glancing at the waiter to answer his question.
"Excellent, thank you. Could you bring out a dessert menu as well?"
"Certainly, sir."
"It tastes amazing, seriously," she said as the waiter walked away. "Although I must ask, what made you decide to take me here?"
He had taken her to dinner before, but for some reason, this time felt...different, so she wanted to see what his answer would be.
"Well, I have always been pleased with-"
"No, I mean what made you decide to take me out at all?"
A look of understanding washed over his face.
"Lizzie, that's what a man does for the woman he loves. While I realize that I could show you that I love you just by snuggling you in bed, I think treating you, seeing you happy because of something I gave you, isn't out of the question once in awhile."
Oh, Jack…
Thankfully, her sudden burst of emotion was partially saved by the waiter, who had just arrived with the dessert menu.
"I'll take these plates out of the way for you and give you a second to look that over."
"Thank you," she said this time, smiling at the man.
She was not going to cry.
Besides not wanting her mascara to run all over her face, she didn't feel like dinner was the best place to get weepy.
The menu had three things that she was deliberating between. Chocolate mousse, creme brulee, and chocolate fondue.
"What do you think?" she asked him, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush on her cheeks.
"The fondue, no question. But it doesn't matter what I want. What do you want?"
Jack really was a sweetheart sometimes, though he would probably never admit to it.
"The fondue sounds lovely."
He relayed their choice to the waiter when he returned, then pulled out his phone.
A few seconds later, her phone buzzed in her little purse. She dug it out, a bit confused, and saw a message from Jack.
'Wanna know what I'm thinking about?'
She raised her eyes to gaze at him with suspicion, but he was acting like he hadn't touched his phone at all.
'What?'
He glanced at her, finally allowing the corner of his mouth to raise in a barely-there smirk, before tapping out his reply.
'I'm thinking that I can't wait to be inside of you tonight.'
She nearly choked on her own breath, descending into a slight coughing fit just as the waiter returned with their dessert. Jack received a death glare mixed with arousal as he thanked the man and arranged the table.
When he finally caught the look she was giving him, he shrugged nonchalantly.
"What?"
Her mouth dropped open in exasperation until she remembered the surprise she had in store for him.
"Nothing," she responded, using the most succulently innocent voice she could come up with.
The fondue had bananas, cherries, strawberries, marshmallows, and small cubes of angel food cake. Dipping one of the strawberries in the chocolate, she brought it to her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lick the chocolate off.
It took a second for her to notice that Jack was staring, and when she did, she pretended that she was licking something else, something decidedly not strawberry-ish.
She ran her tongue sensuously down the side of the fruit, before popping the entire thing into her mouth and drawing it out slowly, moaning quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.
A tinkling little laugh escaped her when she saw Jack shift in his seat, and he stuck the tip of his tongue out at her. Between the two of them, they finished off everything, sharing the last strawberry.
Christian re-appeared with their check, signaling the waiter to clear off the table.
"Was everything to your liking?"
"Perfect as usual, Christian."
Jack pulled his black leather wallet out of his suit jacket and handed over a black credit card.
"Ah, shall I put the bill on this, Mr. Norrington?"
Her eyes widened to the point where it was uncomfortable. She mouthed the name at Jack in shock.
"Yes, please, and include a generous tip."
"Mr. Norrington?" she exclaimed, saying it out loud this time.
"What? I had to find some way to honor our friends of the past."
"James Norrington wasn't exactly your friend."
"Yeah, well, he pays for my stuff now, so I suppose a friend in death then."
She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him.
They arrived back at his house at 11, and her nerves were jumping the moment they pulled into the driveway. While Jack was distracted with something in the garage, she swiped his phone off of the center console of the Saleen and sent a quick message to Chris.
'Can you keep Jack distracted for like twenty minutes?'
'As in not going in the bedroom?'
'Yes please.'
'Haha, sure thing.'
'Thanks.'
'No problem. By the way, his room has track lighting around the ceiling. Changes colors. There are also speakers put in all the way around the room, so if you want to play a song, just fire up the stereo.'
'Haha, thanks for the tip.'
'Jack is one lucky guy.'
'I'm a lucky woman too.'
She quickly deleted the conversation and placed his phone back where it was right when he opened the door for her to get out.
Just as they got upstairs, Chris appeared from the kitchen.
"Jack, come back downstairs for a second, I found something cool that we can do to the truck."
Holding her breath, she hoped that he would fall for it.
"The truck? K. I'll meet you in the bedroom in a few, darling."
She smiled at the two of them, mouthing a 'thank you' to Chris, who inclined his head at her. The second they disappeared, she slipped into his room and went straight to the closet to pull out the lingerie.
Stripping her dress off, she pulled the lace stockings on delicately, and then put her heels back on. She slipped the black silk panties onto her hips, and then pulled the top on. It had a leather corset built into it, with lace detailing for the rest. She freshly ruffled her hair, and then sat on the bed for a second thinking about which song to use, and which color to light the bedroom with.
Then it hit her, and she felt silly for not thinking of the song before. Stepping over to Jack's shelf of CD's, she scanned down the rows until she found what she was looking for.
The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails.
Specifically, Closer.
She slid the CD into the stereo, but kept it on pause, and thankfully found a remote. Then she decided on the color red in the next moment and configured the lights after working out how. They also had a remote, which made her set up perfect. She also closed the blinds on the windows so that there would be as much of a surprise as possible.
The final touch was lighting some incense that he kept on top of his dresser.
Now she just had to wait.
The door clicked open, and Jack walked into a pitch black bedroom. Her heartbeat raced as she watched him stare around the room, waiting for his eyes to adjust.
"...Lizzie?"
Something happened inside of her, something raw and beautiful, and all of her nerves left her in a single instant, replaced by an almost predatory feeling. Stretching out her body where she was leaning against the bed, making sure every curve was accentuated for him, she switched the song on.
The beat vibrated through her, making her skin tingle, turning the atmosphere around her into pure electricity. She watched his eyes narrow, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly.
"Lizzie, what's going o-"
His words strangled themselves in his throat, turning into as much of a gasp as she had ever heard from him as the red light washed over everything in the room. His eyes literally fucked her as they drank her in.
Crossing the room to where he was standing, swaying her hips, she reached him just as Trent starting to sing, mouthing the lyrics.
'You let me violate you.'
She slid his suit jacket off, kissing the slice of chest peeking through his shirt, letting her lips linger as she raked her nails down the navy blue fabric, stopping at the waistband of his trousers to tug the shirt out.
'You let me desecrate you.'
The expression on his face, a look of pure lust, was one that she usually had to work a little bit to bring to the surface, because with it came a rough side of him that he generally kept reserved with her, but tonight, she wanted him to be rough with her. And she wanted him to reach that point only when his self-control snapped involuntarily.
'You let me penetrate you.'
He tried to reach for her, tried to slide his hands onto her waist, but she pushed them back, pressing more kisses against his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, one at a time, pushing it off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor forgotten. He opened his mouth but quieted immediately when she held a finger against it.
Circling around him, she attacked his neck, running her tongue along it, nipping at him, latching on, marking his skin.
'You let me complicate you.'
Running her hands along the bare skin of his waist, she made quick work of his belt buckle, brushing against the already impressive bulge beneath, earning her a sharp intake of breath. The trousers fell, pooling around his feet. Coming back around, she grabbed his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him back onto it, following to straddle him, slipping her heels and panties off as she went. She let the rest of the song play without lip-singing to it, opting instead to give attention to his gorgeous body.
'Help me, I broke apart my insides, Help me, I've got no soul to sell.'
The red lighting made him look sinister, sexy, and reminded her that a darkness lived inside of him, buried until coerced to come out with just the right temptation.
Her hair tickled his chest as she kissed her way down it, stopping to latch onto one of his nipples, rotating her tongue around the pebbly skin. When his hands came up to tangle in her golden waves, she let him for a second, before pushing them back onto the mattress, giving them an extra bit of pressure so that he knew to keep them there.
'Help me, The only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself.'
Letting her mouth wander down his stomach, letting her fingers play across his ribs, she finally reached the waistband of his boxers, and dipped her fingers into them, looking up at him through her lashes.
His jaw clenched in frustration when she sat up, reaching her hands behind her back to drop the zipper of her top torturously slow, his eyes following the skin that she exposed, until the clothing fell away, her torso bare to his hungry gaze.
'I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animal.'
She moved down his body, pulling his boxers off his hips, her mouth watering when his shaft sprang free. Lowering her head, she wound her tongue around him in lazy circles, not wanting to give into what he wanted, wanting him to short-circuit himself with need.
A delicious growl left his mouth as he raised his hips, silently pleading with her, but she pushed him back down, shaking her head demurely at him. Continuing to tease him, refusing to take him in her mouth, she let her nails rake down his thighs, reveling in the shudder it earned her.
'My whole existence is flawed, You get me closer to god, You can have my isolation.'
Finally, when she saw just the right amount of intensity in his eyes, she moved back up his body, positioning him at her entrance, and fell, slowly, making sure she felt every inch as he filled her. His head went back, his mouth dropping open in a silent moan, his hands fisting around the sheets.
'You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith, You can have my everything.'
She rose and fell, drawing her movements out, ignoring any coaxing he did to increase her pace. The music started to pick up tempo, and she purposefully slowed down even more.
Finally, finally, she heard what she had been waiting for.
"...christ, Lizzie…"
His voice was strained and husky, and so absolutely arousing that she almost forgot her entire plan.
'Help me, Tear down my reason, Help me, It's your sex I can smell, Help me, You make me perfect, Help me become somebody else.'
She flattened herself against him so that she was close enough to kiss him, but didn't actually touch her lips to his. Instead, she let her final swing, her final weapon, tumble out of her mouth in a seductive whisper.
"Fuck me."
Something in him broke, she could see it in the darkness of his eyes. There was a fire there, a sleeping dragon that she had tickled, and when he rolled them over, dragging her legs around his waist, giving her that first sharp, desperate thrust, she cried out in beautiful victorious glory.
'I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animal, My whole existence is flawed, You get me closer to god.'
He was beyond being romantic, beyond being sweet, and she reveled in it as he slammed his hips into her, but she could still tell, in the smallest of ways, that there was still no way that he would hurt her. She clung to him, digging her nails into the skin of his back, tightened her legs around him as he latched onto her neck, the deep growl washing over her skin as it came up from his throat. Whimpers spilled from her as he took her body, his hands curling around her hips as he raised his head to claim her mouth in a heart stopping kiss.
'Through every forest above the trees, Within my stomach scraped off my knees, I drink the honey inside your hive, You are the reason I stay alive.'
A pleasure so intense it almost hurt started to spread through her, starting inside of her, swimming through her veins, invading her skin, making her feel like she might combust. Her body started to buck against him, overwhelmed, torn apart by the oblivion that she was about to tumble into.
She wasn't even sure what was real anymore, besides the man above her, and when he whispered a strained and broken version of her name into her neck, burying his face there a second later, she soared, her body lifting, seeking, entering some kind of realm not of this earth, the music playing in the background like some kind of strange dream soundtrack. She dimly felt him spill into her, felt his hips jerking against her, felt his hands tighten around her waist, and then he collapsed against her, breathing heavily, while she languidly floated, in a state of euphoria that she couldn't imagine ever leaving.
Somehow, miraculously, she had the presence of mind to tug her stockings off, but the second her head hit the pillow, strong arms gathered her body over, and she fell asleep immediately cradled against a very tired and very satisfied Jack Sparrow.
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