A soft knock at the door raised the infamous Jack Sparrow from his reverie.
He was severely hoping it was Gibbs.
It wasn't.
"Evenin', m'lady," he said as he was confronted with Elizabeth's face. Even in the darkness she was so beautiful. She had perfectly shaped features; large eyes, full lips. God, she was beautiful, he thought.
"I suppose I should be calling you Captain Sparrow," she started, and he sensed a hint of anger in her voice.
"Why's that?," he asked, playing dumb.
She pushed past him into his quarters, and he shut the door quickly behind them.
"Because you've bloody well been avoiding me and treating me like you want nothing to do with me!," she cried, her sadness apparent as her voice broke.
He felt bad. He knew although she was angry that she was hurt and upset. "Elizabeth, I don't want everyone on board knowin' what precisely is going on between us, savvy?"
She cut him off before he could go further.
"It's going to be more apparent if you keep avoiding me! It's completely obvious the way you're playing it now! It's like you don't even know who I am!"
His brows knitted together. Was it obvious? Was he making it worse?
She held up a hand and continued, trying to reign her voice in to a whisper, not wanting to wake anyone and cause a scene.
"So please stop it! It's ridiculous and unwarranted. And it makes it look completely bloody obvious that we're sneaking around onboard."
Without another word she walked over to his desk and grabbed his bottle of rum, tilting it back against her lips and taking a big swig. He looked at her quizzically at first, his expression softening into one of amusement. Atta girl, Lizzie!
"Trust me, I don't want anyone to know either," she said over her shoulder as she turned to the door.
He loved it, when she got mad. So fiery. It just made him...
As she moved to open the door, he put his weight on his hand, shutting it, placing himself between her and the exit.
"That's my girl," he said, as he placed his hand at her neck to pull her into a kiss.
"Oh PLEASE!," she said, in a loud whisper, obviously still angry at him, disentangling herself from his grasp.
"Good night, you bloody idiot!" she said, leaving his quarters in a huff.
He let out a sigh as he pushed his weight against the door closing it. Visits from Elizabeth were usually more...productive. He grinned to himself.
There was a knock again...what the?
He opened the door, and was surprised by a slender hand reaching out to him and pulling his lips flush against hers. She parted her lips, ran her tongue over his as he desperately tried to grasp her around the waist. Elizabeth pulled back.
"And now...goodnight, Jack," she said, smiling at him teasingly.
He watched her in her breeches walking down the hallway. Once she'd gone he again rested his weight on the door closing it.
Ah, there'd be no living with her now...