Nights & Days, Part 2
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fairieloreTitle: Nights & Days, Part 2
Author: fairielore
Recipient: sunsetdawn20
Word Count: 557
Pairings: Elizabeth/Jack
Warnings: Sex.
Rating: Soft R.
She had denied as much as she can, but the compass points north and true, though she tries to make it waiver as much as she can. But it seems that compass has already adapted from past instances of owners who would deny their wishes. But it will not allow her, because something brews deep inside of her that magnifies the attraction ever more, that single moment of passion has fragmented her.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to be romantic, touching and gentle. But instead it’s quite the opposite, pressed upon the splintered wood that digs into her back, a liaison between the crew member and the captain. Somehow, she can see Beckett’s smirk in her mind, that smirk the first day they had met at her wedding and it kills her all the more once she thinks of who her body is pressed up against, their bodies rippling in unison.
She just wants to know that everything will be alright, because if anyone would be able to set everything straight, able to change the things that cannot be changed, it would be him. Jack Sparrow knows the answer, or at least he pretends he does. It’s served him best that way, and now is no different. Soon he will have a pretty girl in his best once more, wanting and needing the freedom he has to offer. They all want that from him.
“Jack…” She whispers, like it’s all a dream that she’ll wake up from. Maybe it really is. Her hand is on his chest, ever coaxing, ever yearning. She wants an escape from this world, and he is just that. He pulls her close before navigating them both to the bed, making her lie down as he straddles her, showering her with passionate, although needy kisses. She doesn’t mind – she needs this as much he does, she can feel the unspoken connection, that he needs someone to keep him grounded in his life. She needs someone wild and smooth, with the ability to convince her of the things that she cannot accept.
But they are both merely trying to fill a gap, a hole for another, for the person that has already claimed them.
It doesn’t hurt how it should, how she imagined, the unbearable weight of sin, of betrayal. Instead, she feels good and more moans escape her lips then she imagine ever will, calloused fingers exploring a body that had supposedly never been touched, never made to feel raw pleasure. As much as he made himself out to be in a gentlemen in courtship, that particular charade falls apart as he thrusts into her with vigor and lust – their bodies throb for a twisted love that has consumed them in their past, and only in fragile bondings can they be redeemed.
It’s always easier the second time.
Her breathing stops just for a moment near the end, the climax, as she collapses on top of him in exhaustion, a pale doll that is too easily broken. A plaything for the wicked, for the bored, for the lost. She exhales and her sins are set free, fluttering in the room and mingling with his, all the things that he shouldn’t have done but did anyway. But this is not one of those moments. But for her it is.
Author: fairielore
Recipient: sunsetdawn20
Word Count: 557
Pairings: Elizabeth/Jack
Warnings: Sex.
Rating: Soft R.
She had denied as much as she can, but the compass points north and true, though she tries to make it waiver as much as she can. But it seems that compass has already adapted from past instances of owners who would deny their wishes. But it will not allow her, because something brews deep inside of her that magnifies the attraction ever more, that single moment of passion has fragmented her.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to be romantic, touching and gentle. But instead it’s quite the opposite, pressed upon the splintered wood that digs into her back, a liaison between the crew member and the captain. Somehow, she can see Beckett’s smirk in her mind, that smirk the first day they had met at her wedding and it kills her all the more once she thinks of who her body is pressed up against, their bodies rippling in unison.
She just wants to know that everything will be alright, because if anyone would be able to set everything straight, able to change the things that cannot be changed, it would be him. Jack Sparrow knows the answer, or at least he pretends he does. It’s served him best that way, and now is no different. Soon he will have a pretty girl in his best once more, wanting and needing the freedom he has to offer. They all want that from him.
“Jack…” She whispers, like it’s all a dream that she’ll wake up from. Maybe it really is. Her hand is on his chest, ever coaxing, ever yearning. She wants an escape from this world, and he is just that. He pulls her close before navigating them both to the bed, making her lie down as he straddles her, showering her with passionate, although needy kisses. She doesn’t mind – she needs this as much he does, she can feel the unspoken connection, that he needs someone to keep him grounded in his life. She needs someone wild and smooth, with the ability to convince her of the things that she cannot accept.
But they are both merely trying to fill a gap, a hole for another, for the person that has already claimed them.
It doesn’t hurt how it should, how she imagined, the unbearable weight of sin, of betrayal. Instead, she feels good and more moans escape her lips then she imagine ever will, calloused fingers exploring a body that had supposedly never been touched, never made to feel raw pleasure. As much as he made himself out to be in a gentlemen in courtship, that particular charade falls apart as he thrusts into her with vigor and lust – their bodies throb for a twisted love that has consumed them in their past, and only in fragile bondings can they be redeemed.
It’s always easier the second time.
Her breathing stops just for a moment near the end, the climax, as she collapses on top of him in exhaustion, a pale doll that is too easily broken. A plaything for the wicked, for the bored, for the lost. She exhales and her sins are set free, fluttering in the room and mingling with his, all the things that he shouldn’t have done but did anyway. But this is not one of those moments. But for her it is.
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Date: 2010-09-06 10:01 pm (UTC)"She exhales and her sins are set free, fluttering in the room and mingling with his, all the things that he shouldn’t have done but did anyway. But this is not one of those moments. But for her it is."
That I loved! Very nice!!! Thank you so much for this!
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Date: 2010-09-06 11:02 pm (UTC)Beckett is everywhere. Seriously. He just is.
Thank you for the compliments. <3
More will come~! I have the third part already written but it's like, three scenes ahead. Darn planning.
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Date: 2010-09-08 12:58 am (UTC)I would rape this fic's babies.
...thats a compliment.
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:12 am (UTC)Future chapters might come slower, now that school has started, but now that I see have fans, well...
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:14 am (UTC)Sorry. I won't tell you how awesome your writing is ever again, so that won't happen.
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:31 am (UTC)No, no, no! Come back, flatter me! o: Pleeease. <3 /kidding
...
Well, not really.