Tension

Summary: Elizabeth can't stand the tension.

Authors Note: Spoilers for DMC.

One Shot

His fingers left a trail of heat on her skin. She had wondered why he had pulled away, she knew he had felt it too, the pull, the tension.

Elizabeth Swann fingered the compass before opening it and shutting it in disgust. It was still pointing to him. She scolded herself. "You're stupid Elizabeth." She thought. "Telling a pirate he was going to want it, that he wanted to taste it. What did you think he was going to think? What were you thinking?"

When she had turned it on, for both of them she studied his mouth. His lips were parted and she could see his tounge that she knew was restless in his own mouth. Then she realized hers was parted as well.

Their mouths have been so close more then once on this adventure and the tension was becoming too much. Did her heart, her soul, and heaven help her, even her desiny attracted to this man?

Now the Kraken had been injured, but not for long. While everyone else was on the boat she approached Jack.

"I always knew you were a good man."

Elizabeth had been damning Jack for not being able to take the opportune moment. Now there was no excuse. They were so close again, their breaths mingling just as they had before. He bent his head and their lips touched. Her mouth opened beneath his and his tongue found its way into her mouth, playing with hers. Slowly she started to push him back, and more then once the passion of his mouth on hers almost consumed her, this is what they had been waiting for, their attraction was real. Elizabeth realized that not only did he want it, want to taste it, but so did she, and he tasted amazing.

When she felt him stiffen as his back hit the mast she remembered the first time she had felt the desire to kiss him, as he had been willing her to do.

He had taken the letters of marque and put them in his pocket.

"Jack give them back." She said and walked toward him.

"Persuade me." He said, his eyes looking at her lips. She hesitated but felt the pit of her stomach burn.

"Persuade me." He said again. Elizabeth walked away but didn't forget even when Norrington said, "There was a time I wish you had looked at me that way."

It was over, this kiss was broken, but their lips remained centimeters apart. She wanted to lean in again, to cover his smirk with her lips. "I'm not sorry." She didn't mean the fact that he was now attached to his ship, unable to get off. She meant about the kiss. And she would never be sorry for resolving some of that unbearable tension.

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