I think it's bad, but hey. I don't have anything else to do, and I wrote this a while back.

It's... "kinky". And out of character.



The table was filled with elegant foods, and dinning ware. It was a crimson red oak wood, finely shaped into an expensive table. The color was as hot as it was itself, for the table had been stolen for the caption’s cabin. Gold cups were filled with blood red whine, and gave off the aroma of a strong amount of rum.

Jack himself sat at one chair, twirling a fork in-between his fingers. Good old Jack Sparrow wasn’t ever one to be known to sit still, at least not for long. Then the door leading to the bed quarters slowly cracked open, letting in a bit of candle light to the dimmed room. With a smile, Jack stood up, “Obliged, miss.” Of course his tone was playful and he eyed the swell of Elizabeth’s breast in her tight silk dress.

Elizabeth Swam did a curtsy, but couldn’t help but to grin right back. Slowly she mad her way to her chair, her silk dress dragging on the wood of the ship. The two began to eat without hesitation, eyeing each other every once in a while.

“Mr. Sparrow, I do say you’ve picked some rather strong rum for this evening,” she said with a serious tone, yet sarcastic eyes. He grinned.

“Ah, well of course, Ms. Swan, all the more to enjoy.” He of course was less on the fancy words. Pirates don’t know that much.

“Mind pouring some more?” she stood up and slowly walked over to him, her hand running along the wood table and her eyes dead set on him. Even Sparrow couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated, yet, he liked it. To go along with his smirk, he cocked a brow.

“Of course, love,” he took a hold on the bottle, but didn’t lift it. She had no glass, and he raised his brow higher as she kneed down, only his smirk had changed into a more confused look. But the pirate soon caught on. Elizabeth inched her mouth open a bit and he then took hold of his glass and pressed it against her lips. Slowly she drank eyes still on him. Then a drop of whine slipped at the side of her mouth, and made its way to her chest, and once more he admired the way her chest was shown off in the dress.

“Let me get that for you,” he said raising both eyebrows and his mouth gaped open. He whipped the drink off and she put the drink down. Then he placed a hand on her cheek, and slightly smiled.

“Jack,” Elizabeth hushed out and leaned into him a bit, bringing a hand up slowly. At one point she brought it away, but then gently touched his cheek. The two inched closer and she smiled, yet it had some sadness in it. “I can love a…”

Too late, her lips met his and the two kissed. Instantly Elizabeth got into it, and shot her whole body forward at him, and Jack grasped around the small of her back. The chair was pushed back, and soon fell over. Both ignored it, Elizabeth just adjusting herself over him, now that Jack was on the floor and his feet high in the air. In time he made his way out of the chair, all the while still in a lip lock with Elizabeth.

That night they made love on the floor boards of the ship, both of their faces a bit flushed, and overwhelmed with a sense of joy. “Jack,” she whispered to him once more and rested her head on his head.

“My love,” he responded and ran a hand through her hair. She was beautiful.

its short but pretty good. write longer ones :good:

This is old. I have some longer ones. But nothing I'd like to post on the internet. I'll write something up now.

But yeah, it was short. Just messing around showing that I hate Will.

EDIT

I just realized something baffling to myself, the writter.
When Elizabeth says, “I can love a…” I dunno if I wanted it can or can't. Cause if it was can she would have been like reasuring him she was alright with the relationship.

But if she said can't it would be the background of her's poking its ugly head in and she had doubts because of it... Guess I'll leave it how it is.

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