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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
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 9: Where There's A Will...

As Elizabeth was escorted down to the jail cells, she had never been so nervous in all her life.

They had a plan, which Jack had the courage to help design, but not to execute. He'd refused to set foot in Porto Sant'Anna, something about bad experiences in the brig. Coward. Gibbs and some others had rowed to shore with her, and were now outside the stone building, waiting.

She was their inside man. Or woman.

It was all riding on her shoulders. She'd need to delve into those feminine wiles and bits of acting - piracy, Jack had called it - in order to pull it off. She only hoped it worked.

As she walked down the mostly empty row of cells, she held her head high. She went round a corner and down another small corridor. There, was Will.

“Will!”
“Elizabeth!” he cried, springing to the grate. “My god, how did you ever find me here?”
“I had help,” she said mysteriously, then turned to the single guard. “Please let me in.”

“Can't do that, Miss. Strict orders.”

“I understand.” She sidled over, her skirts swinging, and withdrew a sack of coin. “Perhaps we could come to an agreement, Mister...?” She set the coins on the table, keeping her fingers resting on them.

“Murdock. Mister Murdock. Just fer a minute then, mind ye,” he said, and unlocked the cell. He shoved Elizabeth inside, and closed it behind them.

“Will,” she said, flying into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face in her neck, smelling her hair, her clothes... God, he had missed her. Then she lifted her mouth to his, and he kissed her.

His lips were warm, and fringed by more stubble than she'd seen him with before. It added to his masculinity, and she rather liked the brush of his stubble against her cheek. Then he opened his mouth to kiss her completely, and the point of his smooth, soft tongue grazed her teeth and palate. She had almost forgotten how much she loved Will's tongue... almost. She pulled away to whisper just against his mouth. “Listen carefully. We're going to get you out of here. Just keep kissing me and we'll distract him and take the keys.”

Will nodded, almost imperceptibly.

“We have to do more than kiss,” she urged, holding her voice to the lightest whisper. “He has to come in here and forcibly pull me out. Then we hit him.”

At this, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, and lifted her so that her back was to the wall. “Will!” she nearly squeaked.

“Hey, watch it in there,” the guard said. “Y'aint 'sposed to do anythin' improper.”

“It's working,” she whispered, lifting her skirts to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Yes, it certainly is,” Will nearly groaned, leaning into her soft curves with true longing. She couldn't know he had whiled away the hours by fantasizing that she were there, that he would take her against this wall, just like this, a hundred times. Involuntarily, he thrust his hips against her soft petticoats, and knew she could feel he was hard. Already.

He kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life. Her fingers stroked the ponytail at his nape. Maybe this plan wasn't so bad after all...

Kissing her made him almost weak in the knees, he wanted her so badly. He wished they were home, in Port Royal, in their bed, where he would make love to her properly and thoroughly as he intended. But their surroundings did little to impede him as he lifted her higher against the wall, pressing into a hot, feminine part of her through a few layers of cloth.

The keys jangled as the guard stood up. “Hey, in there. Settle down!”

His hips began to buck against hers in an urgent rhythm, and Elizabeth began to fear she would, actually, end up lifting her skirts right here in the jail cell. She wanted him, but it had been such a short while since she'd been with Jack... it made her feel dirty. She almost laughed at the irony.

She heard the keys jangle again. Was he coming in? She opened her eyes and peered around Will. He was gone!

“Will, he's gone,” she said, still breathing quickly from their passionate kiss. “Where'd he go?”

“I dunno,” Will murmured. “He checks in with the guard in the other corridor once an hour. Sometimes they play cards.”

“Damn it,” Elizabeth said, punctuating her oath with a punch to Will's shoulder. “We almost had him.”

“I almost had you,” Will said, and she turned her head back to look in his eyes.

“You'll have me plenty, when we get out of here.”

“I want you now,” he breathed. He didn't care if he shocked her. It had been too long that he sat, alone, thinking of her and wondering if he would be rescued. It had cleared his brain of proprietal restrictions.

“Oh, Will,” she sighed, unbending her legs to set her feet on the floor. “I'm sorry.” She reached down with her palm to smooth the front of her skirts, and the back of her hand accidentally brushed his engorged member through his trousers. He drew in breath in a hiss.

Fascinated, she drew her palm along the growing bulge, slowly and surely. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned against her, a low moan emanating from his chest. She glanced down the corridor, which was empty, and then returned her gaze to Will and slipped her hand carefully inside his trousers.

“Oh, God,” he said, and buried his face in her shoulder. His hips bucked wildly when she grasped him all the way around, sliding gently up and down, as Jack had shown her. Will pressed kisses along her collarbone and shoulder, his brow knitted, sweat clustered on his upper lip. He couldn't take much more of this. He didn't even notice when she slid her back down the wall so she was crouched in front of him and undid and lowered his trousers, one hand around his thighs for support, the other still working its light magic on his throbbing member.

At the first gentle, hot touch of her tongue, his knees almost buckled. “Christ, Elizabeth.”

Then comprehension dawned, and he jerked away. “That's a filthy whore's trick. Where did you learn that?”

“Filthy - ?” Elizabeth broke off with a scoff, and gaped up at him, finding his face torn between lust and anger. “How would you know?”

“I know.”

“You don't want me to do that? Fine,” she said, standing up straight.

“I didn't mean...oh,” he sighed, still extremely hard, and developing an ache somewhere deep. “You just surprised me a little, is all. Sometimes... I feel like I don't know you.”

At the penetrating truth of this, Elizabeth could only stare. He was still breathing hard, and he scanned her face. “And just where did my darling, innocent wife come by an idea like that, I wonder?”

“I don't know what you're talking about. You do the same thing for me.”

“Yes, and you love it,” a smile lifting his lips, as he pressed a kiss to her ear. “Still, an original creation?”

“I've had a lot of time to think, since you've been gone.”

“So have I,” he answered, and suddenly the cell seemed much, much smaller, and filled with crackling tension. “Guess what I've been thinking about.”

The guard returned in half an hour to find the lady and her beau slumped in a corner of the cell, clothes slightly disheveled, gazing at each other warmly. “Hey, you've got to come out of there, now,” he ordered, unlocking the cell and stepping inside. Elizabeth rose, and with one final glance at Will, made her power play.

She walked in front of the guard to the cell door, now unlocked, and then suddenly whirled to face him. Her breasts, she knew, were precariously exposed by her gown. “Mister Murdock...”

“Yes, miss?”

“Is there anything I can do to help my poor, dear, husband?” she breathed, taking a tiny step closer. “Anything at all?”
Murdock's mouth fell open, and he dragged his glance up from her breasts. But before he could reply, Will struck him with an elbow to the head, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“Time to go.”

They dashed down the corridor, but Will suddenly said, “Wait,” and sprinted back to the table. “That's my sword. Bastard was going to take it, since it's a nice one.”

“Just get it and let's go,” Elizabeth whispered. “We've still got to get past the other guard, before he wakes up.”

“He's no problem,” Will said, swinging the sword in a balanced circle at his side, as he ran, taking Elizabeth's hand. “And just how are we getting out of Porto Sant'Anna, may I ask?”

“On the Queen Elizabeth,” she said breathlessly, as they climbed the steps. “It's so exciting. Jack's here. He brought me to save you.”

“Did he?” Will said, missing pieces suddenly falling into place. But Elizabeth missed the bitter note in his voice, and they burst through the hallways of the building, heading for the street.
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