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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
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- 9
Excitement thrummed through her body.
The most she had ever seen of Jack before the lagoon was some of his chest, only what his shirt revealed, and what he had revealed to her on the island, the bottom half of his legs, again on the island, his hands, and his face, of course. It had made the fantasy, the wondering, the images in her head that much more intense, alluring, addicting.
Like she had told him, she had always imagined that she would see him, if she ever got to see him, in small portions, but having him all at once, soaking wet, vulnerable, had been almost too much for her to handle.
Now he was stretched out before her, waiting for her to begin her exploration, and she was going to take her time. The soft warm orange light from the candles was a far better companion for this task, rather than the darker bluish lighting of the jungle.
"Not sure where to start, darling?"
She abandoned her survey of his body to glance up at his face.
"Too many damn options," she responded, reaching for his belts. It took a few minutes, but after some cursing, and chuckling from him, she had both of his belts and his red and white scarf lying on the bed next to her.
"Remember that I said you need to tell me about all of your tattoos and scars?"
"Of course I remember. You said that just before you told me that you were going to hold me hostage."
She briefly wondered whether he would be open to the idea of just being her sex slave. Somehow she didn't think he would protest that much.
"Well, I also want to know how you collected all of this," she motioned at his clothes, and the various trinkets he had everywhere, "stuff."
Really, she wanted to know all of the stories about him, where he had been, his early life, things that he wouldn't tell anyone else. She wanted to know him.
He snickered at her, his smile free of the troubling thoughts that had plagued him earlier.
"In due time, Lizzie. Unless you plan to leave me unsatisfied?" He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip just a little bit. She glanced down at the still prominent bulge in his breeches, a small thrill jumping through her.
"No, I suppose not, though it might almost be worth it to see the look on your face," she said, swinging her leg around to straddle him. She pulled his shirt out of his breeches and tugged it up, having some difficulty pulling it past his hair.
"Does your hair ever get heavy?"
"Not unless it's wet, which it is fairly often."
She leaned forward a bit to play with it, running her fingers through it, then pushing it off his shoulders to give her room to kiss them. His skin tasted like seawater, as though it was permanently part of him, and of something spicy, almost smoky.
A hundred questions were running through her mind. She wanted to ask him everything she could think of, but the question that popped out of her mouth left her blushing a bit.
"What was your first time like?"
He looked at her in surprise, but she saw no guard go up, saw no indication that he was uncomfortable.
"Wow, can't say I expected you to ask that."
"I'm curious."
"You're always curious, darling."
She traced the muscles in his arms, finding all of the scars in his skin that she could see, tracing those too, feeling the raised edges, the puckered bits. Some people saw scars as shameful, or something to be hidden, but she felt like they were a testament to strength. Every mark on him could have taken him from her, could have prevented them from ever meeting, but he survived.
"Honestly, I'm surprised that I even remember it. I think I was...fourteen or fifteen. It happened on a ship, not that that would surprise you. Wasn't exactly that spectacular though."
"Oh really?" she giggled, glancing up at him as she chose random places on his chest to pepper more kisses as he watched her. "You didn't start out as a paragon of sexuality?"
"Are you going to lose faith in me if I say no? And trust me, I learned quickly."
A blush covered her cheeks. There was more than enough evidence to support that.
"Do you have...any idea how difficult it was to walk away from you on the mast? I'm going to perhaps turn a little insensitive here, because there is a whole different conversation we...need to have about that, but that kiss, feeling your body against mine, feeling-" she paused to point at his cock, "that against me, I had half a mind to just let myself get eaten too if only to touch you more."
She tried to show it in her eyes at the same time, in the quiet timbre of her voice, that she had wanted to stay there just for him too, that she had wanted to undo everything that she had done in that moment, that it was the most horrific thing she had ever...tried to show him how sorry she was, how much she was against her actions.
But there was no denying the energy between them in that moment either, the electricity, the raw intensity that was perhaps fueled by the carnal act of betrayal, of...she didn't even know what to call it.
Daring to watch his face for his reaction, she caught the barest hint of a guard, the barest hint of remembrance.
"You have...no idea how much I regretted...I hated it, and I wanted nothing more than to turn back time a few seconds, just a few moments, because I would have forgotten the shackles, would have never even touched them, and I would have gone down with you...I would have…"
The muscles in her throat were starting to churn, starting to close up as the telltale ache behind her eyes warned her of incoming tears, and then they did fill her eyes, tumbling over onto her cheeks regardless of how many times she blinked them back, or tightened the muscles in her face to will them away.
When they wouldn't stop, wouldn't recede, her hand flew up to cover her face, embarrassed that she was turning something that was supposed to be sensual into…
Then, Jack sat up, surprising her with the shifting of his weight, and gently removed her hand, wrapping it in the warmth of his own, pulling it to lay against his chest, where his heart was beating in a steady rhythm. His other hand came up to brush at her tears, wiping them away with his thumb, but the tender look in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, as though he wanted nothing more than to chase her pain away, only made her chest swell with emotion, only made her brain turn to mush even further with the release of all the pent up guilt and remorse that she had buried inside her head.
How could he want to...how could he care for her so after what she had done to him? A man so against betrayal, so averse to not being free, so hardened by the life that he had led, evidenced by every single scar on his skin. How could he love her still?
The second more tears spilled forth, the second her face crumpled against her will, he gathered her completely in his arms, her head burying itself into the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around him, his hand disappearing in her hair, his other hand trailing soft circles on her back.
It was there, cradled against him, the warm skin of his shoulder against her face, the sturdy frame of his body such a comforting contrast, that she finally allowed herself to cry, to really cry, to release all of the pain that she had resigned herself to keeping within her forever.
She heard him whisper "Lizzie" into her hair, and the timbre of his voice was unlike anything she had ever heard from him. It sounded more delicate, losing some of its roughness, almost younger. When she shook her head and clung tighter to him, he sighed softly and let her cry for a good twenty minutes, just holding her, stroking her hair, placing soft kisses against her shoulder, her neck, her ear, and she realized that she had never felt more safe, more loved, than she did at that moment.
He wasn't Captain Jack Sparrow, the fearsome pirate of the Caribbean, he wasn't the dangerous rouge that she had read about in her books, he wasn't the guarded man that she had flirted with on the way to Isla Cruces, he was just Jack, and he was hers, letting her see him, letting her see inside, where no one else had ever gotten the privilege of going, let her hold his heart in her hands, stamping her name on it.
When she finally quieted with a few shudders of her shoulders, a few hiccups, he tugged on a few strands of her hair, nudged at her, and she got the message when a whispered "hey" left his mouth. She let him push her away so that she was looking at his face again, looking at the complete openness in his eyes that nearly made every single tear flow back into her eyes just so they could fall out again.
She tried to say something, tried to maybe apologize for weeping against him, or crack some kind of joke, but then he shook his head, just the tiniest movement, and cupped her face in his hand. His face held only an endearing anxiousness, mixed with the sweetest concern, and it occurred to her that he didn't normally engage in the practice of comforting someone.
He took her hand again, placed it against his chest again, and she could feel his heart there once more, strong and steady, so full of life.
"Do you feel that?"
It came out quietly, as though he was testing the waters of this, testing the boundaries, figuring out how he should proceed even as he ventured forth. She could only nod wordlessly to his question, dropping her eyes to look at where her hand rested.
"You came and got me, love. You're the reason I'm even here…"
His voice trailed off, and she lifted her head to look at him again.
"When Tia asked all of us if we were willing to go on that voyage, when she got to me, I didn't even hesitate. I wouldn't have hesitated regardless of what it was that she asked me to do. As long as I got to see you again, see your face again…"
The words were gurgly still from crying, but he understood them.
"I don't...Lizzie, I just can't find it in me to be angry with you. Anyone else, they would be dead and hated forever, but you…you just make a mess of me," he paused to tap his head, "in here. I'm not really used to that, to someone getting that far…"
She opened her mouth to say that she knew, but he shook his head again.
"I wanted to be angry with you, I really wanted to, but somehow I knew that you were sorry, that you regretted it, as much as I knew that I fair and square had it coming. I only wish that I would have tried a little harder to show you that you could trust me to stay there...Then again, I suppose rowing away from the ship in the middle of the battle wasn't the best course of action…"
That got a small laugh out of her, a release of tension that she so desperately needed.
"I just wish," she started, drawing her brows together. "I just wish it would have never happened, it makes...I have never regretted anything more in my life-"
"You're forgiven, love."
It was the said in the softest voice that she had ever heard from him, as though he had struggled with the idea of saying it for a long time, and she knew that just being this vulnerable with her at all was a huge struggle for him, but…
She searched his eyes, reaching a hand out to touch him, then hesitating, almost afraid that he would disappear, because this just seemed too good to be a reality.
"Are...are you sure?"
It seemed like a silly thing to ask when he had just convinced her so completely, but...
The trinkets in his hair clinked together when he chuckled, shaking his head.
"Me being sure has nothing to do with it. I just...I just love you so damn much that I can't not forgive you for it."
It came out in a breathy tone, a rushed jumble of words, and she wondered if he would ever feel completely comfortable telling her that he loved her.
"I think I forgave you the second you did it," he continued. "Just the pain in your eyes, despite you trying to act all tough and pirate-y, was so…real."
She dropped her head down, feeling too overwhelmed to look anywhere else, yet knowing she needed to say something.
"I-" was as far as she got before he put two fingers under her chin and gently lifted her head up again.
"It's over and done with, love. I'm here, you're here, on the Pearl. Time to move on, savvy? Now, how about that exploration that you were so hell bent on performing?"
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