Title: Carnal
Summary: Sexual attraction without love.
Characters: Will & Tia Dalma
Rating: K plus - T.
There were some things that William Turner did not like about his new post. The hours, for one, long and never ending and although he didn't ever feel tired, he did feel weary. The other was Tia Dalma – or Calypso, or whatever the hell she wanted to be known as. Ever since she'd been released back into the sea by her would be captors, she'd been the constant bane of his more than boring life. She appeared in one form or another on his ship; his deck, his bunk – anywhere.
At first, he'd told her to leave him be. Wasn't it enough that he was tied to her and her sea for the next ten years of his life, let alone have her haunt his every waking hour? He'd told her he was married, but she didn't seem to care about that. She didn't seem to care about a lot. Will would never understand why Davy Jones had carved his heart out for the sea wench.
But as time had passed – years, he supposed – he had begun to miss her touches, her caresses when she didn't appear for long lengths of time and he found his hand giving pleasure that dimmed in comparison to her. He'd never even done that for Elizabeth.
He knew for that, for both of them, it wasn't about love. It never had been and never would be. He had no doubt she manifested herself to others; she had admitted to him that she'd done it with Jack Sparrow. For some reason, that thought had turned him on that little bit more. And although he didn't – couldn't, really – share his bed with others, she knew it was only attraction.
He supposed it had something to do with the fact that he was bound to her through some kind of witchly magic because if he'd been Will Turner, full mortal and not chained to some ridiculous ship, charged with an unending duty he had no doubt he would not even consider doing some of the things he did with her.
Not even with Elizabeth.
Over time, the guilt of what he was doing lessened. He didn't think it ever would and in a way he was glad that it had gone. With Tia, he could do things that would not be proper to do with Elizabeth. With Tia, he could let out the animal, give in to the carnal urges that reminded him he was a man and he needed certain things.
He hadn't seen Tia for a while; too long his body told him. And he needed to see her, because his hand could only pleasure him so much before it became stagnant, repetitive. With her, it was always different.
His body quivered when she appeared on the deck before him and his hands lingered on the wheel for only a second longer before he was moving towards her, his body already responding to her presence. She reached out to him with a dainty finger, her fiery red hair a swirl around her head in the wind.
This was one of his favourite forms and she knew it; the siren from the swells of the sea.
As they stumbled to his bunk, losing layers along the way, he thought back to their agreement.
It wasn't about love.
But attraction seemed to be enough.