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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
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or the characters and I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lagoon
- 2-Shore
- 3-Zeal
- 4-Heartbeat
- 5-Sunrise
- 6-Sunset
- 7-The Code
- 8-Cabin
- 9-Jack
- 7
- 8
- 9
She sat on Jack's bed, staring at her knees, trying to process everything that had just happened. It felt like she had crossed an entire sea of change in her life within a few hours, the jarring feeling eating away at her, her mind unable to make sense of it.
The only thing that did make sense was the man sitting at the desk a few feet away, the candlelight sharpening the angles of his face, dancing in his ebony eyes, saturating the trinkets and beads in his hair, making them glow and glitter. His lips were set together firmly, the beautiful lips that could do so many things to her, caress her own with the most tender of touches, bring her blinding pleasure when they ventured to her most intimate areas. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard, stony with still simmering anger, narrowed with the presence of a thousand fractured thoughts and ruminations that were clearly running through his mind.
He hadn't looked this serious, this sober, for a long time. In fact, the last time that she had seen him like this was in the cave on Isla de Muerta, just after he had shot Barbossa.
The idea of trying to say something to him had nearly come to fruition several times, but she wasn't sure if he wanted to talk at that moment, wasn't sure what he wanted to do at all. Her temples hurt, a dull throbbing, the evidence of overwhelming emotion threatening to spill to the surface with the slightest prodding.
Finally, she decided that instead of sitting there in silence, guessing, it might be easier to just ask him.
"What...what are you thinking about?"
His eyes slowly slid over to her, as though he had been waiting for her, waiting for her to say something.
"...Too many things, love."
"Oh. Do you want me to...do you want me to go?"
A strange expression came over his face, as though he wasn't sure if he had heard her right, and then his eyes softened, shedding the shield that he had put around himself.
"Go? No, 'course not. Just have questions, a lot of thoughts, up here," he paused to tap his head, "and 'm not sure how to go about finding the answers."
"What kind of questions?"
He pushed his chair back, standing up to walk across the room to sit next to her, immediately heaving a tired sigh.
"It might be better if we forget I had questions at all, actually."
"...Why?"
His hand came up to cover his face for a moment.
"Because the second I ask them, you are going to think I am daft for even having them in the first place."
She realized in that moment what it was that he was worried about, and felt silly for not seeing the obvious earlier. Scooting closer to him, she turned his face to look at her with a gentle nudge of her hand.
"I don't regret you, Jack. There is nothing I would do differently, nothing I would change. Every choice I made ended up leading me to you, and you are the best thing that has happened to me...well, ever."
Surprise entered his eyes just before they broke contact with hers.
"Didn't realize I had my thoughts written on my face, love."
"I'm in love with you. It's my job to try and understand what is going on in that complicated head of yours."
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile, and the last remnants of anger retreated, but his face grew serious once more anyway.
"You know I would never hurt you, right?"
'Like Will' were the unspoken words, hanging in the air between them.
"Yes. Well, except when you need to escape the rifles of the Royal Navy and a jealous commodore. Then it's acceptable."
He looked mildly guilty, just before smirking again.
"Don't pretend that you didn't enjoy the moment that we had."
"Can't say I like having a pistol pointed at my head, but other than that, it was rather...exciting."
"Exciting? You were looking at me like you wanted to take all of my clothes off, instead of putting things back on."
She scooted back against the wall, stretching out her legs in front of her, while he shifted to sit cross legged by her feet, stripping himself of his coat at the same time, dropping it over the side of the bed.
"I...may have fantasized about what you looked like without clothes once or twice."
No blush came, no embarrassment. There was no reason to be embarrassed anymore.
"Since that? Or…"
Well, maybe once in awhile…
"That night, my maid suggested that I had been terrified of you, or that I should have been, anyway. But all I could think about was what your wet skin looked like under your clothes. I even had the crazy idea to go down to the gallows to..well, what I planned on doing once I got there, I don't know…"
"Could have let me out, wouldn't have minded that. And if you entertained the idea of me sans clothes, then stumbling upon me at the pool really must have been your dream come true, hm?"
She laughed at that, a genuine laugh, musical as it filled the room.
"I can't say that I had been prepared for it. I thought that I might see you in stages, you know, without a shirt, or something, but all at once...god, I actually felt quite faint."
"Truth be told, I honestly thought for a second once I realized that it was you that I had fallen asleep. It occurred to me in the next second that I would have fallen off of the rock that I was standing on if I had."
"Ha, and to answer your question, not only did I fantasize about you since our first encounter, it only increased to nearly unbearable levels when I was stuck on a ship with you for two weeks. You already know that I had to take solace in my cabin frequently to...find relief."
His eyes glittered at her from across the bed, and her heart fluttered from the mischief in them.
"Care to elaborate, love?" he purred, gently spreading her legs to situate himself between them, still sitting.
"Elaborate on what?"
"What exactly did you think about?"
Oh god, nevermind not needing to blush. Not necessarily from embarrassment, but from excitement.
"The...um, the first day I was aboard, I happened to catch a glimpse of your hands sort of...stroking the wheel of the Pearl. And, I became rather...fixated on them after that."
Did he expect her to tell him everything?
With one slow raise of his eyebrow, she had her answer. And she found that she wanted him to know.
"I thought about...whether they would be rough or soft against my skin. I pictured them being tangled in my hair. I pictured them...curved around my breasts...and…"
His hands were suddenly at the ties of her breeches, slowly unlacing them.
"And?"
She swallowed, wondering how to describe that, distracted by him wiggling her breeches down just a bit.
"I...when I was in my cabin alone, I imagined my fingers as yours, touching me," she paused, a surge of bravery sending goosebumps across her skin, "sliding in and out of me, massaging me."
Heat flared in his eyes as he stared at her, then he glanced down at her center. When he curled his hands under her, his fingers dancing across her waistband, tickling the skin of her back, she answered his unspoken question by raising her hips just high enough for him to slide her breeches off.
She decided then and there that one of her favorite things was him slowly spreading her legs to see her, see what he was doing to her. The absolute abandon on his face, the awe, was beautiful.
The urge to close them struck her, the heady feeling of exposure making her heart beat faster. It was brighter in here than it was at the lagoon, but then Jack trailed one finger up her wet slit.
"...All for me, darling?" he asked, his voice threaded with the first signs of huskiness as he brought his finger to his mouth, trailing his tongue across it languidly to lap up her moisture.
Any thought of retreating, of covering herself, flew out the window as she nodded wordlessly.
"Who else would it be for?" she teased, then dared to slide her own hand down, trailing her fingers across her wet folds. Jack spread her legs a bit wider, before scooting back a little.
"Show me," he whispered, smoldering at her.
"Show you?"
Then his meaning dawned her in the next second.
"...Oh."
Gathering her courage, she laid her head back against the pillow, and took a shuddering breath, inhaling like she was about to embark on a dangerous journey, exhaling like she was prepared to meet whatever was to come next.
She moved her fingers across her folds, exploring the valleys, reveling in the satiny feel of her skin. A wave of heat seemed to come from within her, creeping up through her skin, making her chest tighten. Her strokes sped up, creating delicious friction, then slowed down as she relaxed into her touch.
Spreading her moisture around, she dipped her fingers into her entrance, working them inside, then curled them up, hot pleasure gripping her immediately.
"Jack," came out in a whisper, carried on the puff of breath that floated out of her mouth. She inclined her head to watch him and found his dark eyes watching her, fixated on her center, and it brought a minxy grin to her face as she withdrew her fingers to the tips before sliding them back in, moaning at how wet she was.
Something raw and animalistic settled itself in her chest, commanding her to step into the unknown, to give into the abandon that was gripping her heart, her mind, every inch of her body.
"I imagined your fingers moving inside me, just like this," she whispered, demonstrating with her hand, thrusting with smooth strokes. "Then I imagined you replacing them with your-"
She paused, hesitating on using such words, not that she was afraid of them necessarily, but the effect that just thinking them had on her body left her intimidated by the power of saying them out loud.
"With your cock. I pictured you pushing it deep inside of me, inch by inch."
A breath that had the same sound consistency of a wave retreating from the shore emanated from Jack. She stopped her fingers for a moment, marveling in the freeing effect that her own words had on her. They were so...wanton, so sexual, yet it felt completely natural to say them.
"I spent a great deal of time thinking about it, you know. I think part of it was the mystery, the wonder, the excitement of not being able to see it."
A small smile appeared on his face, as though he had known all along, and she was just confirming it for him.
"Mmm, you realize that you could have alleviated your curiosity any time you wanted, savvy?"
A brief image of her marching into Jack's cabin during the voyage to Isla Cruces and demanding that he drop his breeches made her giggle.
"We were playing a game then though, remember? It almost seemed like we were surrendering to the other if we gave in. I'm surprised you never saw me staring more...south."
"Who says I didn't? Why do you suppose I had to retreat to my cabin so often? You were undressing me with your eyes every time I fucking looked at you."
She recalled telling him how she had imagined him touching himself moments after she had tried to retreat from his naked form at the pool, and then resumed the movements of her hand, this time focusing on her swollen clit that was starting to peek out from under its hood.
"I wondered how big you were, how thick, what kind of shape you had, god the sinfulness of just thinking it always brought me to a near fever pitch, and the frustration of not being able to satisfy my curiosity was maddening."
Raising her head to look at him again, her hips jolted when she found him absentmindedly rubbing his own hand across the bulge in his breeches. She used her foot to knock it away.
"Not yet."
He sucked in a frustrated breath before tilting his head down to look at her dangerously.
"And did you ever have any theories?"
The question threw her for a loop, just for a second. She hadn't expected him to ask her that.
"I...um…"
Growing heat in her clit stole her breath for a moment as she fought for control, stilling her hand.
"I couldn't fathom you being...small, for some reason. I thought perhaps...well, I had seen one before, so it wasn't like I had no idea what they looked like. But the one I saw couldn't have been more than four inches."
That earned her a snort, a gold-tinted grin spreading across Jack's face.
"I would have been massively disappointed if...well, I always fancied that you were double that."
And he was, as she had first discovered when he had placed her hand on his cock under the water.
"You were always so alluring, with your kohl, and your raven-black hair, and the bronze color of your skin, that that part of you being...less than adequate would have been like finding one tiny flaw in the most perfect gemstone in the world."
"Your fears ended up being unfounded though, didn't they?" he asked, smirking deliciously at her.
She returned the smirk and nodded, rubbing her fingers across her clit again, intent on finishing it this time.
"I pictured the way your fingers would swirl around this, in rough circles. My fingers never ended up being enough. Sure I could bring myself to a finish, but it was never blinding, never swept me away like you do."
Her back arched as her strokes became harder, faster, her hips bucking against her hand.
"Did you think about touching me?"
His question brought a flood of images, a myriad of past fantasies dancing through her mind.
"Oh...of course I did."
She caught his hand drifting towards his straining erection trapped within his britches, and then he stopped himself, clenching his fist.
"Well?"
"...I thought...oh my god...I thought about how you might feel in my mouth, how your face would look as I pleasured you. I pictured my hand wrapped around you, stroking you..."
It brought her back to when he had been her mouth, so hard and warm, and just the thought that it was her that had brought him to that state made her body clench, sending spasms through her core.
"...Jack…"
She tried to watch him as she neared her orgasm, tried to see, but then the pleasure became too great, too overwhelming, and her head tipped back, uneven moans spilling out of her as her fingers rubbed faster.
Ascending, climbing, her body was tightening, her skin felt like it was on fire, there was a burning in her very soul, her hips pushed against her hand, and then she surged, unable to even make a sound as tingling heat washed over her entire body, her back arching, her heart racing into an inferno. Then everything crystallized in a numbing peak before she started to float back down into reality, breathing heavily.
All she could do was lay there and bask in the afterglow, a soft smile on her face. Her eyes were still closed, her legs spread wide, giving Jack the perfect amount of room when he crawled up her body, propping himself up on his elbows above her.
She didn't protest when he shifted to curl his hands around the edges of her shirt, dragging it off of her, exposing her breasts, which were still heaving with each shaky breath she took. Once again naked for him, she opened her eyes to gaze up at him and became frustrated that he still had clothes on. She could feel his erection against her lower stomach, and she desperately wanted to touch it again.
"You're gorgeous, Lizzie," he whispered as he kissed his way across the skin above her breasts, causing her to shiver.
"I want to see you," was her response, just as he bent his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, reigniting the fire between her legs.
"You already did, love-"
"But it was dark, and we were still so new to each other that I didn't get the proper amount of time to look, to explore."
"Ahhh."
He shifted off of her to lay on his back to her right.
"I'm all yours, again."
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