Author: robinsparkles14

Pairing: Sparrabeth

Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. Damn.

Rating: M ;) if you're not into it, don't read it cause it gets real fast

Summary: "He's not yours, Will. I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry, but I can't force myself to lie about this forever." Scenario in which the boy at the end of AWE is not Will's child.

~Ships in the Night~

PROLOGUE

Like ships in the night

You keep passing me by

We're just wasting time

trying to prove who's right

-Ships in the Night, Mat Kearney

~xx~

The feeling of Jack's body against hers was exhilarating.

He was so gentle, and so in control of her and it only made her want him more.

In their rum-soaked minds, nothing was wrong with this. Though Elizabeth knew that somewhere in the back of her mind she had known what they were doing and that she was potentially destroying certain things. It was just very difficult to care when Jack's lips were effortlessly kissing down her neck and his fingers were gliding in and out of her, making her moan.

She missed him so much. She had missed him since that fateful day when her lips first crashed against his, right before she left him for dead. He had been distant after that, and she understood and obliged. Especially since it was easy to predict that as soon as they were alone together something like this was bound to happen.

He pushed his fingers deep into her and she whimpered and moaned before capturing his lips with her own. His tongue instantly found it's way into her mouth and she allowed it to explore hers. She was grinding her hips against his, and she could feel his hardness pressed up against her thigh, which brought her a sort of satisfaction she had not expected.

She reached down between them and cupped him gently through his pants, a gesture which brought on a satisfied growl on his part. He added another finger to her while she went to work on the ties on his pants.

His mouth traveled down her neck as he sucked on the sensitive skin there, making her moan as he slowly and carefully withdrew his fingers. She wanted to please him as well, but everything he did to her was so distracting that it was impossible for her to focus on what she wanted to accomplish. Instead she lay defenseless, allowing him to explore and pleasure her.

She imagined that her neck and lips would smell strongly of rum after this. She could almost feel the tingling of the liquor mixed with his scent dancing across her skin.

Jack always smelled strongly of seawater and something else that was musky and very alluring. When he got up close to her, like he used to before she betrayed him, resistance was a difficult thing, clearly for both of them.

She finally managed to get the ties she had been so desperately fumbling with loose, and he wasted no time. He lifted his face from her neck and his eyes met hers for a very brief moment. She could see herself just vaguely reflected in his eyes and what she saw was positively radiant. She had never felt so attractive in all her life. No one else had loved her this way: so gently and passionately that it was almost difficult to believe it was a reality, even if it would be quite difficult to remember later. And Jack—she had never seen his eyes so clearly before. He seemed completely lost in his movements and yet when he looked at her it looked like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Or perhaps, a pirate finally finding what he had been searching for all his years. He probably did not realize what a pathetic job he was doing at concealing the emotions that were ripping him apart, or just how much Elizabeth noticed about him.

He guided himself into her, and Elizabeth let out a little sound as he did so. Knowing she was far less experienced at this than he was, Jack started slowly with her, building a rhythm with her hips as he thrust into her as gently as he could manage.

The initial discomfort she had felt faded quickly and she began to lose herself completely, moving her hips up and down while her fingernails raked against the skin on his back, which made him shiver with satisfaction.

Her head rested near his shoulder, and she placed small, delicate kisses there as he moved in and out of her. She could feel something building up inside her, and it urged his to move faster and harder against him, something he seemed happy to comply with. As the pressure intensified, she threw her head back, basking in the sound of her moans and his heavy breathing.

He was very close, but he wanted to make sure she climaxed. He knew she could not be very far off, if her moaning and sighing was any indication. The feeling of her walls clenched around him so tightly and the sounds she was making were becoming unbearable and he wanted to find release so badly. . .

The feeling of him letting go pushed her off the edge. She screamed his name to the ceiling and clutched at his arms, his back. . .everything, while she rode out the feeling for as long as possible. She had never felt such intense pleasure, such absolute bliss.

When the feeling subsided, she rolled over so that her head could lay in his chest. There was silence, but not an uncomfortable sort. It was just the feeling of her heartbeat racing and the thudding of his in the night. She knew, even in her drunken state with Captain Jack Sparrow nearly naked beneath her that this had been a horrible mistake. And she knew, without a doubt, that it would come back to get her later.

"Jack" she murmured into the darkness of the cabin, "Why have we done this?"

He sighed. He was hoping she would not ask something like that, though it was completely predictable for her to. "One word, luv" he said softly, "Curiosity."

A/N: Sooooo, what'd you think?

I recently marathoned all of the PotC movies again and I must say there was even less Sparrabeth than I remembered :(

I was not sure if this idea had been done before or whatever. If it has, I'm sorry. If it hasn't, great.

I am super slow at updating fics but I promise I will do my best to be better at it if this gets a decent response.

Thanks so much for reading! Review please!

xoxo

~Robin