The Brightest Star

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AN:// Alright, we've finally reached the end of this story! Yey! It's taken some time, but thanks to everyone who had stuck with it! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 8 – Epilogue – A New Beginning

Elizabeth sat at the desk in her cabin looking around at the small wooden space she had come to call 'home'. This would be the last time that she called this room hers.

Just three weeks after she had almost lost Jack, he had fully recovered, his wound just another scar to add to his ever growing list. They had stopped briefly in Shipwreck Cove to restock the ship and collect Captain Teague, Jack's father. Him and the crew had been preparing the ship for the past two days, making sure that everything was perfect.

Today was Elizabeth's wedding day. She still had trouble believing that in just a couple of hours she would be Mrs Jack Sparrow (Captain!). She stood up, putting the finishing touches to her outfit. Her dress was made of the finest silk and lace, an intricate gold pattern embroidered onto the ivory skirts and fitted bodice. The best thing about this dress, Elizabeth decided, was the fact that she could wear it without a restricting corset and it still accentuated her curves. She was placing a small tiara on her head as a knock sounded on the door. She opened it and peered through the gap, aware that Jack had been trying to catch a glimpse of her before she walked down the isle. However, Gibbs stood on the other side, a large smile on his face.

"It's time, Miss 'Lizabeth. Ye ready?"

"Lets go." She answered, the butterflies in her stomach once again fluttering. She opened the door fully and took Gibbs' offered arm. He would escort her down the deck and then take his place beside Jack as best man.

"Ye look beautiful." He said as they walked. Elizabeth smiled.

"Thank you." The crew were lined either side of the deck, standing as she appeared at the back of the crowd. She did not notice them, however. She only had eyes for Jack as their gazes locked. He was standing by the helm with his father, who was going to perform the ceremony. Jack looked dashing, his hair pulled back and tied with his bandanna, a clean white shirt and beige breeches adorned his body, accentuating every muscle. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, wondering how he managed to both excite her and calm her butterflies, all with one look.

She loved him and as long as he was beside her, she could face anything that was thrown at them. She would spend an eternity by his side.

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The ceremony went off without any complications and the festivities were well under way. Teague and the rest of the crew were already drunk by the time Jack whisked her away from the dance floor and into their cabin, scooping her up into his arms as they crossed the threshold.

Elizabeth took a steadying breath. 'Their cabin.' It should have felt strange for her to think that but it did not. It felt natural, perfect – as if everything had finally fallen into place the way it was meant to.

The only light in the room was cast by a few candles which were littered across several surfaces. She could see their reflection in Jack's dark eyes as she met his desire filled gaze. He led her to the bed before laying her gently down, him against her side as he held her close to his body. Now that she was there she could not imagine being anywhere else. She sighed as he cupped her face in his calloused but gentle palms.

"Are ye alright, luv?" He asked, his breath fluttering across her face sending a shiver throughout her body.

"We're married." Was all she could say. He let out a chuckle in response.

"Aye, Mrs Sparrow – that we are." He leaned down and kissed her soundly. She brought her hands up, cradling his head before allowing them to wander down his back, tracing his muscles through his shirt. They rippled under her touch, a deep groan passing from his lips as he pressed his body more firmly against hers. He rolled over, his hands bringing her with his until she was lying half on top of him. He brought his hands to the back of her dress, fingers fumbling with the tiny buttons that lay across her back. Not having much patience, his mind solely on her body, he quickly gave up and ripped the material in half.

"Jack!" She somewhat admonished, desire slurring her voice.

"What?" He pouted defensively. "It was too slow." With one fluid motions he slipped the dress from her body, dropping it in a pool on the floor and leaving her in a thin undergarment. Elizabeth gasped, her breathing coming out in shaky puffs as his hands pushed the garment from her shoulders his lips following their progress. He tugged it down her torso, exposing her breasts. She almost screamed as his tongue darted out, swirling around her nipple before taking it firmly in his mouth. She writhed in pleasure beneath him, her body pushing against his as he shifted his attentions to the other mound. His hand came up to cup the first, fingertips ghosting across the moist flesh as Elizabeth gasped, her back arching off the sheets, pressing herself desperately closer to him.

Lifting her hips, pressing them against his own, she felt his hard arousal trapped against her thigh. At his hiss of approval she rocked against the hard member, his breathing becoming erratic as his mouth continued its ministrations on her exposed flesh. Her own fingers slid under his shirt, riding across the bare flesh of his muscles. They tensed at her touch as she lifted the shirt over his head, momentarily breaking the contact between them. He rose to meet her mouth, sucking her bottom lip between his own as they battled for possession, her tongue coming out the meet his. His hands rose up between their bodies as he ripped off her undergarments. She was fully exposed to him, the humid cabin air hitting her most primitive areas.

Jack pulled away, his gaze travelling down her newly exposed flesh. Elizabeth felt self-conscious as she moved to cover herself but he gently captured her wrists, caressing the skin there.

"Yer beautiful, Darlin'. Exquisite. Never be ashamed of yerself, luv – ye never have t'hide yer body from me." He kissed her, pouring his own passion into her. Her nerves dwindled somewhat, overcome with blinding pleasure as his fingers found the spot she craved him to touch. She rocked against him, an intense, throbbing ache building at her core. He slid a finger into her moist depths, pushing her over the edge. Wave after wave of blinding, white-hot pleasure pulsated through her being as her body clamped down around his digit.

As her mind un-fogged from the haze that had enveloped her, Jack's hips lifted as he pulled his breeches down, exposing himself so that he was lying fully nude on top of her. Her inquisitive gaze swept across his body, scanning his tanned flesh and toned muscles. Her eyes followed the tempting trail of hair, finally reaching his thick shaft. They went wide with a sudden doubt as she tried to comprehend the enormity of him.

"Jack..." She trailed off, unable to form her thoughts. "I don't –" He silenced her with a tender kiss.

"Just relax, luv. It'll be a perfect fit." Elizabeth was not convinced. He was so big, how would it be possible? She trusted him completely, however.

"Relax." He repeated, trying to calm her as she looked into his eyes.

"Will it hurt?" She questioned fearfully.

"Oh, Darlin'. I can't say no 'cause I've heard the first time for a woman can sometimes be uncomfortable. I can, however, promise ye t'be slow and gentle. Just relax. Trust me."

"I trust you, Jack." He brushed a lock of hair from her sweaty forehead, positioning himself at her opening. Restraining himself, he gently entered her, stopping to hold her gaze as he met her barrier. He searched her eyes for confirmation and she inclined her head, letting him know she was ready. He took her lips in a tender kiss and, in one swift stroke, broke through her maidenhead, sheathing himself to the hilt – buried it her – completely possessed.

Elizabeth screwed her eyes shut against the pain. A lone tear rolled down her cheek but Jack kissed it away, patiently restraining himself from thrusting into her tight, wet heat. He waited for the pain to cease, her eyes opening with a slight nod of her head before he pulled back, all the way to the tip. Looking into her eyes he thrust into her once again. Her pain gave way to pure pleasure, her whole body vibrating beneath him as he found a particularly sensitive spot deep inside of her.

"Oh God – Jack – more!" She screamed as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, her hips rocking in time with his as he plunged into her again and again. His breathing grew harsh in her ear, small grunts and moans of pleasure escaping from his chest, filling her ears, her senses and mingling in with her own ragged cries.

She felt the pleasure building, taking her higher than she had ever been. He reached down, rubbing his fingers against her swollen flesh and she screamed her release. The white flames consumed her entire being, filling her with a blinding ecstasy.

She heard Jack's low groan from the crook of her neck as her pulsating body pushed his to his release, milking him of his hot seed. He lay himself next to her, cradling her close to him as they both descended from their high. She looked up at him through exhausted, sated eyes.

"I love you." She whispered into his chest as a hazy sleep threatened to claim her.

"I love ye, too – Mrs Sparrow." And she knew he would...for eternity.

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