It Must Be Terrible

It Must Be Terrible
 
Summary:
This is a what-if to the night that Jack and Elizabeth were stuck on the island. What might have happened if Elizabeth had actually not been totally turned away by Jack’s "charm". I’m not a Jack/Elizabeth type person, I just guess I’m taking whatever I can get, eh?
Disclaimer:
None of the characters are mine; you all know the run-down!
Warning:
Rated NC-17 for sexual content. Jack/Elizabeth.
A/N:
Please R/R and tell me what you think! I know the talking isn’t going to be right on script, but I tried. My apologies I forgot what exactly they say/sing. AND, it’s basically a short fic of smut, but hey, it’s all good, right? ALSO, I’m sorry if the format comes out bad—I can’t seem to get a hold of it quite yet. OH AND-- Haha, I fixed up the little mix-up I had with the bra and underwear. Thanks to my reviewers for correcting me on that.

 
 
Jack looked over at the girl--hair loose and gently blowing with the breeze that picked it up. She looked different from the day he had seen her at the docks, different than when she turned and placed his hat back on his head.

That day she had been thankful, but soon turned angry at what-would-seem to be a successful attempt to gain his freedom. She had once again looked thankful when he met her later on the Interceptor, but again, she had become angry at his request for the medallion. When they became stranded on this forsaken island, she had been excited because she thought that they could escape. When she found out the truth, she became angry, yet again. This girl has more mood swings than I can shake a stick at, Jack thought.
 
Now she looked relaxed. But then, of course she would look relaxed. She wasn’t wearing one of those blasted corsand and heavy dresses that nearly made her set up a permanent residence at the bottom of the port. Not only that, but she had already downed half of her bottle of rum. Jack looked down at his own bottle. The contents were swishing around half-point as his hand shook to keep the bottle steady. Strange, he didn’t feel too drunk.
 
"I know!" Jack peered over at Elizabeth, who forced herself to her feet, wavered, and caught herself before falling. "I know a song," she continued. "About pirates. We should sing it. Get up, now!" Jack raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t really sure if he felt like getting up, and although singing didn’t require standing, Elizabeth was insisting. He stood to his feet and felt the alcohol he had drank run through his system. Oh yes, he thought, I remember now. You don’t feel it until you stand up. Wonderful. He watched as Elizabeth hopped around the fire, seemingly ignoring him, as she sang.

"…A pirate’s life for me." It was the most horrid song he’d ever heard. No true pirate would ever sing that! Jack grimaced and hummed sarcastically.

"And really bad eggs." Elizabeth let out a laugh. Not just any laugh though—she actually threw her head back and laughed into the night. Jack smiled. Maybe the song wasn’t totally revolting.

 
The two of them jumped around the fire. The song was no longer ridiculous, but it was great. One day, after he got off this useless island, again, he would teach his whole crew the song. If he had a crew left, that was. Falling back into the sand, he pulled Elizabeth down with him. Soon she snuggled into the crook of his arm.

"It must be terrible for you to be stuck on this island." Jack thought for a moment.

"Oh yes," he sighed sadly and placed an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder. "Although the company is much better, and the scenery is much more admirable…" She pushed herself up and looked over at the pirate, who was doing a horrible job of acting distraught.

"Mr. Sparrow, I don’t think I’ve had enough rum to hear such talk." He smiled, taking another swig of his own rum. Placing it down beside him, he turned back to Elizabeth.

"Oh, is that so?" The girl placed her rum down and tried to retreat, forcing herself to her feet in hopes to run. Jack lunged, and missed terribly, scurrying to his own fit while spitting sand out of his mouth and wiping himself off. Elizabeth was already on the other side of their bonfire, laughing and trying to keep the distance.

"If you can catch me…" Jack walked around the fire, noting that Elizabeth kept perfectly on the opposite side.

"Then?"

"Then, what? We’ll discuss it if you catch me." Elizabeth smiled slyly. Jack raised an eyebrow and tried to hurry around the fire. Normally, he may have had the ability to catch her, but the sand was soft and both struggled to keep their balance. Jack wdowndown several times, and to both of their surprises, Elizabeth finally tripped and stayed down long enough for Jack to catch up. She was on her feet before Jack gave a final lunge and took them both down from behind.

"Caught you, love. Now finish that sentence." Elizabeth struggled underneath Jack, who was using his full bodyweight to pin her down. Struggling to turn about, she grabbed his hands. Jack watched as she moved his hands to the stomach of her dress, then rearranged her hands to move them higher. When they cupped her breasts, he looked up and met her gaze. Thrusting her hips upwards, Elizabeth pushed Jack and caused him to fall over onto his back. Suickuickly climbed over and straddled him, then leaned close to his face so their lips were barely touching.

"I think you know the ending of the sentence, Captain." With that, Jack captured her lips and kissed her. It was rough and desperate, but then Elizabeth didn’t expect anything different. The two hungrily devoured each other, pouring out their lust and want into the kiss. Elizabeth pulled away and caught her breath. Propping herself up, she caught Jack’s gaze and nd hnd herself against his growing erection. He let out a groan and began to fumble with the cords of Elizabeth’s dress. She placed her own hands on his chest, running them along his shirt and undoing the buttons. Pushing the shirt itself open, she leaned forward and placed soft kisses against his flesh.

"Ms. Swan…" Jack growled as her lips teased his chest. She responded by nipping lightly at his neck, and raking her nails over his nipples. He stopped writhing as he finally pulled the last string loose and yanked at the dress. He then began to gather the hem of her dress and pull it free. Elizabeth continued to lick and nip at his chest as she reached down and worked his belt buckle loose. Realizing that Jack had successfully gathered her skirt and pulled it from under and around them, she leaned back and pulled the garment free, tossing it aside into the sand. Jack propped himself up as Elizabeth pushed his shirt over his shoulders, letting it pool among his wrists. He licked his lips in anticipation as he saw that she only had her knickers left to remove. He felt his own pants being pulled down his legs, and past his feet, leaving him without any clothing left to cover what he had. He watched as she added them to the pile with her dress.

Elizabeth trailed a hand up his member. He could feel his hands grip the sand as her mouth lowered and her tongue flicked out and lightly licked the tip. She sealed her lips around his erection, though he could still feel her tongue swirling around it, up and down, as her fingers caressed what her mouth couldn’t. When she knew that he was going to climax soon enough, she removed her mouth from him and sat up.

Jack pulled himself out from under Elizabeth, and met her halfway in another hungry kiss. He pushed her back into the sand and began the same assault she had given him. Jack’s lips captured a nipple and he flicked his tongue out. When he heard her moan and felt her hands in his hair, he reached down and slipped a hand under the band of her knickers .

He could hear her moan his name as he pushed his finger into her, soonsoon he was pumping and twisting his fingers, trying to find what would make her moan louder. He brought his head up and watched her, then pulled his fingers free and began to pull the last garment she had down her legs. Pushing her legs back apart, he pushed himself against her. She bit her lip and moved against him roughly. Propping himself up with one hand, he used the other to guide himself to her entrance. With a swift thrust, he felt himself slide into her. Her legs hooked around his waist and he took no time to begin thrusting and pumping. Both moaned as Elizabeth matched his rhythm, Jack refusing to let himself release before her. He felt her contract, and as she threw her head back and came, he pumped harder until he felt the waves of orgasm sweeping over him. Pulling out of her and rolling over onto his back, he smiled lightly.

"It must be terrible for you to be stuck on this island." Jack peered over at the woman beside him.

"Oh, yes. Although the company…" He shifted to act as though he was distressed and thoughtful.

"Shut up, Jack." She laughed, and nestled into his side. Jack frowned for a moment and stretched out. Looking over at the sleeping beauty beside him, he smiled. The alcohol was making his limbs heavy, and soon his eyelids drooped and sleep ceased him.


-End-

A/N: Should I do a sequel? It would be post-movie, but basically Will can't match up to what Jack gave her. (We all know Will's a good guy, but there is def. NO chemistry during the movie)