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is intended and I'm certainly not making any money from this story.
Summary: Two Jack and Elizabeth vignettes, set between "A Matter of Trust" and
"Reasons to Believe". Elizabeth's POV.
Author's note: Written for white raven, who wanted something J/E. For those of you
who haven't read my other stories, the premise here is that Elizabeth is a widow and
Jack comes to visit her now and then.
Steps of the Dance
by Hereswith
She often dreamed of him, in the long, empty hours before the dawn. Dreamed of his
hands and those deft and wicked fingers, but not once of that thrice-damned, clever
mouth. And she always woke with a gasp and a shudder; her body flooded with a
restless longing, the cause of which marriage had taught her to recognise.
Each time this happened, she would leave her bed and go out into the garden, walking
barefoot to the spot that overlooked the sea and the far distant horizon. Standing there,
she was as close to Captain Jack Sparrow as she could hope to be, when not in his
presence, and she took some comfort from that.
She never told him, and even though she thought he might have guessed it, they only
spoke of such things in jest and not in earnest, both of them skirting the issue with
an ease born from years of practice. It was like a dance, and she knew all the steps
by heart, she breathed them like air and, for the most part, that was enough. But
some nights she dreamed, and she wanted, and she willed those heated, frenzied
dreams to plague him too.