A/N: Why hello there young, most likely fourteen-year-old adolescent reader with a dirty mind for some die-hard otp smut. Pleased to meet you. :) Come on, we all know what you're here for. With the new DMTNT movie inspiring my juices again and the fact that the POTC movie-fandom holds rank as the third most popular story entries (next to Star Warsand Avengers. What a big responsibility), I'm pretty proud for this one to be my first FF. I've read a lot (and when I say a lot, I mean a lot) of Willabeth smut before, but I couildn't help but happen to notice that since DMTNT's premiere, there hasn't been any good Willabeth smut entries out there. So I decided to make a bad Willabeth smut entry. :) Read with your own discretion or wash your eyes with Holy Water later. Enjoy!
"The essence of all beauty, I call love, the attribute, the evidence, and end, the consummation, to the inward sense of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
August 16, 1729 - Depends on the one day.
William Turner and Elizabeth Swann-now, also Turner-gazed into one another's eyes across from where each other stood on the Pearl and the Dutchman, sailing side-by-side.
After the hard, but inevitable realization his father, Bootstrap, had told him of his fate with his new wife, Will had never before laid his eyes upon the woman he loved with such desire and want as he did now. His beating heart-which was now harvested in the dead man's chest-ached for Elizabeth. He longed to hold her, to kiss her, to run his fingers through her hair, and though the length of two ships stood between them, his wife held the same intense longing and adoration in their gaze, alone, which spoke a thousand words.
Just in the past hour, Elizabeth had been married, widowed, and now prepared for her honeymoon to come. Anxiously, her fingers etched the grain of the Black Pearland fingered with the intricate filigree design of her Singaporean sleeves. She didn't know why she was so nervous. If anything, her heart was overwhelmed with joy that Will was alive, after she thought her world has collapsed as he lay, dying in her arms, after Jones stabbed him. But was he still hers?
I'm so ready to be married. Was something she had said only months ago. Or so she thought. Elizabeth had prepared herself for this. So why was she squirming inside? She knew there was nothing to fear about her union with Will, but there was something different about him now than months before, on their first wedding day. The man she once knew and loved had changed over the time of their shared adventures. A part of her felt she hardly knew him anymore. Yet, she desired to. In every way possible. Starting with becoming his wife.
"Your chariot awaits, your highness." The warmness of Gibbs' bellowing voice tore Elizabeth's tender gaze from the man who awaited her just a ship away, Gibbs' seeing the dismay and heartbreak in her eyes, "The oars are inside."
Inside, her bones shook on the way to the rowboat, like an execution walk to the gallows, though she kept herself steady in front of the crew.
"Mrs. Turner." Barbossa's large hat dipped, Jack the monkey sitting atop his shoulder with sad little eyes, as if he would even miss her, too. Elizabeh smiled. Even if Barbossa had kidnapped her and tried to kill her, there would always be a place in her heart that would fondly miss him.
"Goodbye, poppet." Pintel echoed from Raghetti. She would miss them, too. Even if they did suggest she dine with the captain naked.
And then came Sparrow. Timidly leaning against he rail, his hat shadowing his face, like a little boy avoiding goodbyes.
"Jack," Elizabeth smiled. His pouty eyes slowly met hers, then became sincere. She couldn't leave him on a sad note, "It would never have worked out between us."
"Keep telling yourself that darling." A toothy grin made her smile widen. Her opinions put aside of Captain Jack Sparrow, she would always remember him the most, and their shared adventures which had taken her and Will through so much. As she moved to embrace him, he quickly held up his hands, "Once was quite enough." And he would always remember that kiss.
"Thank you." After smiling sadly to the crew, Gibbs helped her into the rowboat.
Elizabeth rowed as fast as she could against the drift of the waves until she was close to the beach. When her muscles had become sore, she jumped out into waist-high water to drag the rowboat past the surf. The leather outergarment of her Singaporean armor and shoulder-pads was sweltering under the heat against her skin, which she quickly made haste to unstrap and dispose of into the rowboat. She unbuckled the heavy weight of her sabre from her hip, unsheathing it and stabbing it into the sand for Will to find her on the beach. Then she waited. Her stomach twisted in anxious knots as she waited, and she felt the cool, sea-air breeze beginning to send her chills. She was unsure if she was shivering, or anticipating.
Soon, Will's rowboat from the Dutchman came into view on the horizonline, bobbing along waves, his biceps heavily rowed against the laboring waves in haste to get to his wife.
An exhilerated smile to Elizabeth's lips which had shone the same light on her face the instant she saw her husband alive when he was raised from the Dutchman. "Will!"
Her voice was faint above the sound of waves and wind, but he heard her. His entire body pounding when he laid eyes upon her, waiting for him. "Elizabeth..." Her name softly whispered from his lips. Saying her name felt so forbidden now, like he could only utter it to an extent, especially after nearly losing her, losing his own life, and almost never having a chance to taste the sound it made upon his lips again.
His rows were more difficult and strenuous against the current of the surf; unable to spare another moment away from his wife when she was only a beach away, he stood atop of the rocking boat and plunged into the water up to his abdomen to drag the rowboat against bobbing waves.
Elizabeth quickly slid her boots off, discarding them on the shore so she wouldn't get them water-logged as her toes melded into the wet sand across the seafoam, splashing into the waves for her love. "Will!" She called out his name again, strangled against her swollen, pounding throat.
The newleyweds were up to their calves in the surf as Turner captured his arms around his wife's waist, hoisting her lips to meet his in their second of all kiss as husband and wife since their vows made on the Black Pearl.
Hastily, they sucked for air between mingled breaths, Turner's breath catching in his throat as he took in the godly appearance of his woman before him, her lower lip swollen and pink from their passion and her bosom heaving in unison with his. Elizabeth hadn't noticed it before, but she could easily tell now how different his breath smelled. His mouth tasted sweet, like wintergreen, his breath like iron, mixed with the sea.
"I was so afraid I lost you," Elizabeth whimpered, her fingers trailed their way down his billowing tunic until they found the scar which replaced his heart, "When Jones stabbed you- and, and I watched you die... Oh, Will, I was so afraid,"
"Sh-sh-sh-sh..." Turner moved his brow against hers, his hand enclosing her fingers over the scar of his heart. The soothing feeling his deep and gentle voice provided couldn't compare to anything else that would have made Elizabeth feel safer. Save for his tender smile, "There's nothing to be afraid about now. I'm here. With you. We're together again, Elizabeth. As we should be."
Elizabeth could see the sweet sadness in his eyes, and soon her own happiness faded away as she put it together, a hard realization darkening her face.
"Jones was only allowed one day on land every ten years..."
Turner nodded, "He was bound to his duty on the Dutchman."
"As are you?" When Turner's gaze became downcast, Elizabeth had her answer. Suddenly all she could remember was holding Will, dying in her arms, after Jones pierced his heart. No. No, no... This can't be isn't real. The joy that sprung from her heart when seeing her husband alive again, all of the hopes and dreams she had of them as husband and wife, it all shattered like glass. Turner saw his wife's eyes-though beautiful, deep hazel eyes he loved-grow misty. There was nothing more painful to him than watching the woman he loved in pain. He would give anything he could to erase her hurt.
"Now it almost feels like both our hearts have been pierced by the same sword."
"Elizabeth..." The back of his knuckles reached to caress her cheek, but Elizabeth only brushed him away, smiling sweetly.
"No. Let's not talk about it. If we only get our honeymoon for one day, I want to forget everything else, and only be with you."
The pounding in Turner's chest stopped, feeling his heart swell at the perfect view of the woman he loved silhouetted against the high-tide of the sun. The way her bosom heaved under the perspiration trapped between the Singaporean leather and her skin, how he could feel the warmth of her lingering breath from her pouted flushed lips, and the desire that danced in her hazel gaze... in that very moment, he knew she was perfect. And he could no longer deny himself of her.
This time Turner kissed her more gentle and chaste than their last. Reenacting their first kiss on the barracks of Port Royal, his sea-worn hand curved to hollow of his wife's neck, his other weaving into her hair as he guided her mouth to his in a kiss sweetly. He wanted her to remember every detail of the way he kissed her, the way he tasted, and never forget.
Elizabeth shivered with pleasure at the sensation of his rough hands upon her supple skin, a soft moan escaping from her lips against his. She needed more of him. His closeness, his scent, the sight of him, the feel of him in her arms. It all became too much for Elizabeth and soon her fingers had twisted into his hair in a desperate attempt to deepen the love-making between their mouths. However, despite that he wished for nothing more than to completely lose himself in her touch, she could see that something was holding him back.
Grounding his stance firmly against the crushing waves at his feet, his forearm securely held to his wife's waist as he scooped his other bicep under her calves, thrusting her in his cradle. Elizabeth's kiss vibrated against his lips as she laughed, feeling his mouth curl into a smile against hers.
To him, just her smile alone was brighter than the sun, her laugh vibrant and full-bodied. It was the most beautiful sound in all the world to him; and he knew he would miss it the most.
Turner trudged his wife out of the surf, carrying her bridal style. Still deeply lost in their kiss, Elizabeth's hand trailed down from the hard muscles of his biceps, which held her up securely in his grasp, to the holster of his rapier-the very sword that pierced his heart-To his surprise, she unsheathed it, plunging it into the sand besides her own sabre.
At last, Elizabeth knew, this is how it was supposed to be. This was the wedding picture they deserved. Despite the alternate path their journey took, Elizabeth knew that nothing could be more perfect than it already was. And when she saw the look of pure devotion in Will's eyes as his gaze fell upon their two crossed swords, she knew he felt the same... and yet, there was something that weighed on him like the crushing waves against a rock.
"Elizabeth..." When his sad, dark eyes met hers, she nearly melted. Suddenly she was confused as he lowered her onto a nearby rock and returned to the surf, where his rowboat had drifted to shore. Reaching in, he pulled out the chest which contained the sacred drum of his love. Beating for her. With the pulsating vibration of the chest in his grip, He slowly walked to Elizabeth and set it at her feet in the sand.
"I've told you before that my burden isn't yours to bear."
"Will, what do you mean?" Elizabeth's eyes grew with both worry and confusion.
"This," He motioned to the chest, "My destiny. It's not meant for you, Elizabeth. You deserve so much more. You deserve a husband who can take care of you, a man who can love you, tenderly. A good man who will raise your children-"
"Our children."
"Elizabeth," Her name was deepened from his lips, "If there were any possible way-any way at all-of us conceiving a child, on this one day, how could I leave you to raise it, on your own, for ten years? And suppose we didn't conceive, I would be leaving with you with nothing but a ruined reputation to find happiness again. And Elizabeth," He knelt besides the chest, collecting her petit, soft hands into his roughed fingers, "You deserve happiness. A better man than I, even Norrington-"
"No... no, Will, that's not true. I married you, I love you! Not James, not any other man,"
"Not any other man. Like Jack."
Suddenly Elizabeth felt her heart pounding rapidly. Everything slipping through her fingers, including the only man she could ever love. How could he be saying this? Mere moments ago they were in one another's arms, passionate professing their love.
"Will, I... I already told you I was sorry about Jack-"
"Sorry about leaving him to the kraken, or sorry about kissing him?" There was a snap in Turner's tone that made Elizabeth's blood start to boil, "Tell me the truth... Do you still think about him, even when it's me holding you? Is it his lips you imagine when I kiss you?"
Elizabeth was growing angrier by the moment, her fists balling at her sides-however she looked beyond the coldness in his narrow eyes and saw an expression of hurt and betrayal. It wasn't until that moment that Elizabeth realized she had truly wounded the only man who could ever hold her heart. And now his was locked in a chest. Elizabeth realized she needed to put an end to this now.
"When I kissed Jack, it was... nothing like I ever imagined,"
Turner's jaw tightened.
"I thought it would be... thrilling. Exciting. But when it happened," Her hazel eyes couldn't deny his gaze, "It wasn't you."
His beating heart pounded within the chest.
"It didn't feel passionate, or wild, or alive, like it does when I'm with you. It felt so lustful. Dirty," Elizabeth's voice faltered, her eyes watering, "But the most repulsing part was that I knew I had betrayed you. And with each day we went without words, with each day never knowing if I could ever be the one to hold your heart again, I regretted it until it weighed on me. Oh, Will, I love and no other. It's you alone who could ever hold my heart..."
When the tone of his beloved cracked, so did Turner's heart, and suddenly everything was pushed aside: His jealous feelings, the bitterness he had been holding against her. It was all quickly forgotten and replaced by closure.
"Elizabeth..." His arms invited her into his chest, pulling her close and burying his beard and nose into the scent of her messy hair. He knew she never loved Jack. He had always known it. All he wanted now was to hold his wife for however long he could until the sun went down, "Elizabeth, I... I will not bind you like Jones did to Calypso. You are as changing, harsh, untamable as the sea-"
"Like Calypso." Elizabeth's mirrored his tone earlier. Her brows narrowed when Turner acknowledged this.
"How can I trust not find you in the arms of another man again?" That's what hit her in the gut the most.
The thought had crossed his mind-unevitable to avoid, actually—-that if his one-day return from ten years would result in heartbreak, seeing his beloved Elizabeth in the warmth and comfort of another man. As devastating as it would be, Turner had already fully accepted those terms, being that the situation was already unfair enough on Elizabeth as it was.
There was nothing else but the beating of the crashing waves. The few hours of their one day left, which Elizabeth had anxiously waited to spend every moment of passion and tenderness with her husband, was not about to be wasted on arguming and somberness. During the past few months of their relationship, from Singapore to the Locker, that's all it had been.
"I'll wait."
"Elizabeth... we can't-"
"I'll wait for you." Her glossy, hazel eyes were on the very brink between sincerity and declaration. Her hand enclosing over the scar on his chest, "Till death do us part. That was the vow we made, Will. You are my husband. My only husband. Even if this one day is all we have for ten years, or an eternity... I will keep my vow to you that we promised each other when we wed."
Will Turner had never desired the woman he loved more than he did in that very moment. And not for jealous reasons of possessing her loyalty for him and only him; rather, than she was so filled with so much love for him that she would sacrifice her own happiness for him, as he had been prepared to sacrifice for her.
He had made her a promise long ago, during the first year of their engagement; Not even weeks prior to being robbed of their wedding night had he stopped them in the middle of passionate sword lessons in the back of his forge-when the lessons had quickly stopped being about swords, or at least one in particular-and now he wished he hadn't stopped them. Especially during those cold months of their bitter journey to World's End. So many unspoken words. So many moments stolen from him that he could have taken her into his arms and kissed her with all the fire he had when they had the chance.
But at least he owed her tonight. If nothing else, at least that much. And he surely would not fail to deliver. We'll finish this where we left off-when we're man and wife-and I promise you: it will be worth the wait. And he would not disappoint her expectations.
Expectations she indeed had. Propriety be damned.
Turner's sea-worn hands dove into his wife's hair, crushing his mouth to hers in a searing hot kiss that was everything she asked for and more. When Elizabeth witnessed the combined love and desire dancing in his deep, mahogany eyes, it was nearly enough to undo her. She returned his mouth both hungrily and posessively. She wanted to know her husband and become his wife in each and every possible way. And she had only a matter of hours to do it. But for now, she had eternity.
The kiss deepened slowly and his mouth moved softly against hers as if he was exploring her taste for the first time, his tongue brushing her lower lip as if asking for permission. He took her mouth with such vigor it left her dizzy and wanting. The pleasure caused them both to madly crave one another.
Elizabeth deepened the kiss, teasing his mouth open with her tongue and emitting a bubbling groan from his chest. He returned the gratitude as his tongue seductively returned hers in engaged combat, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth. Her lips were pressed so hard against his open mouth it was like a whirlpool of passion and desire as their tongues collided with each other.
Both groaned as their tongues dueled, his fingers invading her soft locks. His tongue was devouring her mouth, making her body throb and her insides quiver. Each stroke of their tongues provided simultaneous taking and giving, making the kiss all the more insistent.
His palm against the crevice of her throat, Turner's index and forefinger went to gently tilt Elizabeth's chin back and grant him deeper access to her warm cavern for his toying tongue. She moaned softly, welcoming his tongue into her mouth with her own as she groped his billowing tunic. He gently nipped her bottom lip, eliciting an appreciative moan from her.
Suddenly Elizabeth's moan turned to a whimper when he found the tender place hidden just between her ear and neck, and slowly scraped his teeth down a blazing trail, his tongue following with a teasing lick that only left her more afire. This was an entirely new experience for Elizabeth, but she found that she enjoyed it – enjoyed it immensely, in fact. Loved it, she immediately corrected herself when Turner's lips reached the tender skin just beneath her ear.
Once his intoxicating path had reached a dead-end, his direction turned opposite, trailing warm, moist kisses down her neck, his tongue tasting the flavor of her skin and finding his discoveries lived up to what he had always skin salty and amazing to taste.
His sea-hot mouth pulled her sensitive earlobe between his teeth, a sensation that made her lose every sense she had and emit the most guttural of moans that surprised Will. He placed an open mouth kiss under her ear, sucking gently at her skin. He lingered at Elizabeth's ear before working downward, running his teeth across at the tender sensitive skin just beneath. He paused to softly bite at the most receptive spots at hollow of her neck just where it was guaranteed every time to make her moan for him
Tilting his head down he fastened his lips against the column of her throat whilst nibbling and sucking alternatively, feeling her pulse flutter underneath the soft surface of her skin. Turner placed a string of soft kisses along her jaw line until he reached the crevice where her shoulder and neck met. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation, loving the things he could do to her.
When his lips met the fabric of her Singaporean kimono, his fingers gently brushed the material off her shoulder, his mouth following. Reaching up with his other hand, he delicately slid the sleeve of her robe down her other shoulder, opposite of the one currently being assaulted by his lips, reveling in the feel of her soft, bare skin beneath his hand. His lips then followed the same path, gently sucking at the convergence of her neck and shoulder.
Elizabeth sighed at the flaring sensation of his stubble against her collarbone as he began to nuzzle his nose and chin across the expanse of skin he'd just exposed. Turner looked at his wife with admiration and pure devotion as he pulled the rest of her silken strands over her shoulder and exposed her throat to his thirsty lips, alighting a dizzying spin from conscious existence in which her swan-like neck curved gracefully against him.
Elizabeth was completely paralyzed by his caresses, her fingers trembling as they fisted into his hair, feverishly holding his lips there, urging him to continue his blazing descent. The way his warm breath felt on her neck sent chills down her spine and made her completely afire. The feeling was mutual for Will, as he was overcame by the feeling of her soft body against his, moaning softly against the crook of her neck.
The moist kisses migrated to her collar bone and finally to the swell of her breast, where he began to lavish multiple kisses against the smooth skin. Elizabeth arched back to allow him more access. The things he could do to her were beyond comprehension. Dear God... how could this feel so good?
She was reduced to a little intake of breath followed by a soft cooing sound, which Turner mistook for a gasp of pain and suddenly stopped his ministrations. Elizabeth's eyes flew open at the sudden loss of his contact, a desperate flush heating her skin as she felt her heart drop to her stomach.
"I'm sorry... Did I—-?"
"Don't stop," Elizabeth drilled eyes into Will's as she slowly led his sea-rough fingers from her neck from throat, shoulder, to breast-her perfect, round breast-past the material of her garment, "Please, don't stop..." Her seductive gaze and her quivering tone used the same pleading that he recognized so long ago, when they had been back on the Black Pearl, when she had guided his hand to the Aztec medallion hanging dangerously low on her neckline.
This time, there was no trinket to distract Turner's gaze from the bare swell of her breast. His hands seemed to develop a mind of their own, wishing to touch her in ways – in places – that were forbidden to them before matrimony. Moulding her hand over his, she cupped him to her breast. With his hand on hers, she began to imitate his other hand's actions, slowly rubbing herself. The expression on Will's face couldn't be described as his eyes darkened with desire at the arousing sight of his calloused hand on the swell of her breast. He reveled in the feel of their weight against his palms.
Shaping her breast fondly, he almost was jealous that a fabric could hug her so and not him. Her eyes had fire burning deep within the cores. He could already feel his body being engulfed in the flames. He wanted her. Immediately, the heat of her body sunk through his pants and into his own skin. Perhaps it was his lack of experience, or maybe it was hers, but Elizabeth's breasts seemed to be extremely sensitive.
Seeing his hand begin to to tremor with a blood-burning yearning hunger that could not be denied, Elizabeth took her nipple between her index finger and thumb and began to roll it between them, causing it to tighten before she stilled his hands with her own and left him there to explore her through the thin fabric of her kimono. There was a clear invitation in her gaze as she arched into his touch. The sight of her, the scent of her, the feel of her softness beneath his fingers…It was all so tempting. Continuing to massage her breasts, Turner licentiously made love to her mouth once more.
An experimental squeeze caused Elizabeth to keen into his mouth, Will brushing the pads of his thumbs lightly against the roundness of the underside of her plump breasts. Each new turn of his hand stimulated such an immensely zealous reaction for her as it prompted increasingly bold overtures from him. His thumb gradually applied pressure to one of the pink rings which encompassed the hard bud until it's soreness brought an inescapable and altogether pleasurable moan from his wife.
His forefingers gave her nipple a small squeeze before settling a devastating gaze into her eyes. His mouth then descended to explore the ample portion of her breasts left exposed by her plunging neckline. Elizabeth gasped when his mouth began to caress her breast, his facial hair scratching her soft skin sending jolts of heat through her veins. Elizabeth gripped his shoulders and cocked her head in pleasure. She loved the feeling of his tongue on her breast and she knew he loved the taste of her soft skin.
His mouth was opened but wasn't using his tongue, instead using his lips to suck at her flesh, the sensations sending heat through her veins as his hands had slid up her body, sliding at her thighs, grazing skin with the rough pads of his fingertips until they cupped her breasts.
He began to suck at the flesh, drawing her in with his teeth, nibbling then allaying the tiny bites with his tongue. Elizabeth cried out in unadulterated pleasure at new sensation that pounded its way though her entire body. There weren't words to describe what she was feeling when his mouth made it way down to her, her...
His thumb went to massage the hard peak of her clothed nipple, rough skin stroking the sensitive skin as he enclosed his heated mouth over the bud, tongue flicking against it until it hardened before running his teeth gently over it. Elizabeth threw her head back in a strangled cry as his lips found her darkened flesh, sucking at it softly then grazing it with his teeth.
Switching to her other un-abused nipple, he applied pressure to it as he brought his mouth down and suckled lightly on her opposite nipple, giving it the same attention. He swirled his tongue around it, nipping, sucking, rolling it into his mouth until a heat pooled her centre, spasms and knots surfacing in a very intimate area. She thrust her hips towards his in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building up there.
"Ohh..." Was as close to intelligible speech as she could manage, her hips bucking into him, an intimate action that made Turner's brow press against her breasts. And he loved her reaction to him, the sounds, the sighs, the passion. It was all for him. Because of him. It unleashed his deepest desire to make her lose complete control, satisfy her in no way she had ever been pleasured before. He wanted to hear all of the moans, all of the sighs, the gasps, for him alone and what no other man could do... Until suddenly he realized there was.
"Have you ever imagined him touching you like this?"
Elizabeth's eyes suddenly fluttered open. She had been left nearly without all her senses by his ministrations that when they stopped, her wits hardly processed his words.
"What?"
"You heard me." Turner's voice deepened, his accent pronounced.
Elizabeth blushed under his intense gaze until she averted her eyes, her lips moving to find the words to begin yet another rebuttal. Had she truly severed his trust this deeply? What more could she say to convince him?
Before she could answer and to her surprise, Will's muscular arms had suddenly hoisted her from the rock she had been sitting on, one of his hands diving under one of her hips to secure her legs about his waist.
"Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. Say I'm the only one who can do these things to you. When you moan, when you sigh, I want it to be my name. For me only. Say it," The growl in his voice, combined with a hinting whimper and pure passion drove Elizabeth off the edge. Her legs instinctually accomadated his hips, feeling is body's immediate reaction was pressing against her stomach and eliciting a burst of excitement to surge blood through her veins and settle in a wet pool between her legs.
"Will Turner," Their breaths mingled, "You are the only man who could ever do these things to me and make me feel the way you do," Fisting his hair, Elizabeth lunged for his lips and kissed him for all he was worth. Turner languidly returned it, thrusting his own tongue out to wildly meet hers, his hands entangling in her hair. He found the more intensity and longevity he kissed her with, his own desire for her increased. Turner pulled his lips from hers slowly, but found his lower lip caught gently between her teeth before she let go.
She abandoned his mouth in favor of assaulting his adam's apple with a feverish intensity. This time she found his weak spot, promoting an imminent growl when the roundness of her lips sucked his throat.
Turner lost himself in the feel of her teeth nipping his skin, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply, desperate to breathe in the indescribable scent that clung to her. He barely registered her hands fiddling with the the open lapel of his billowing burgundy tunic, which was soon untucked and drawn from his breeches, followed by her hands slipping underneath.
She tantalizingly grazed warm, soft fingernails along his lower abdomen, feeling his taut muscles quiver, watching his eyes darken and his face contort with desire as he sucked a breath against her mouth. Her arms circled around his shoulder blades and explored the skin. Suddenly she gasped when her fingertips felt lashes and he flinched,
"Will..."
"It's nothing."
He attempted to move her hand from his back and bring it to his lips instead, but Elizabeth had already moved to his side and visually saw the severity of the scars.
"Will," She sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers daring inches from the scars, now too afraid to touch it, "This isn't nothing!"
He knew there would be no getting around it. If they were to be man and wife, now was the time for all honesty to come out.
"It happened on the Dutchman. The Bo'sun ordered us-well, I don't know which one of us-to secure the mast tackle. That was when I met Bootstrap. He must have recognized me, I didn't at first. When he let loose of the cannon rope, it crashed into the deck on my fault. Jones ordered five lashes by the hand of the Bo'sun, who takes pride in cleaving flesh from bone. So Bootstrap took it on to himself as an act of compassion by his hand."
"Oh, Will..." As she listened to the tale, her voice broke into a raspy whisper, "I... I never knew." When she lay eyes on the scars, she could only imagine the pain it had caused her beloved. And this whole time, she never knew, "Do they still hurt?"
"Not so much anymore."
Elizabeth hesitated. Her smooth pads began a cool trace down the skin which avoided his scars. Turner sucked in a heavy breath, however not of pain. There was something sensual-almost therapeutic-about her healing touch upon the scars he bore that longed such much-needed affection. When Elizabeth softly brushed her lips down his back, he shivered.
His desire increased when she began working the fastenings of his belt buckle. Elizabeth's breathing grew more erratic, her breasts heaving as her deft fingers brushed against the bulge pressing insistently behind the laces of his pants.
Suddenly his hand lunged forward to still hers and move it away. At first Elizabeth blushed a little in embarrassment, fearing she had done something wrong. But it wasn't until she heard him unbuckle the rest of the fastenings from his waist himself to spare her trembling hands. When it clanked in the sand, he pulled her waist against his chest, his palm sliding up to cup her lips into a rapacious kiss. She could feel how much he wanted her by his straining hardness pressing against the black cotton of his breeches.
Turner's mouth smiled against hers when she jumped at the sound of her own holster thudding in the sand when his skilled fingers unbuckled it from her waist, just as she had earlier done for him.
The expression of want on his face made her bolder once again. Elizabeth dipped her forefinger inside the waistline of Will's pants, gliding it across from hipbone to hipbone, her tongue tracing his ear. As deftly as she could, she untied and unbuttoned all the contraptions holding his pants onto his hips, brushing her hands against the prominent bulge. He was very warm, even through the material, and she could feel the definite outline of his anatomy. Her other hand proceeded to loosen the ties of his straining hardness held back by the black cotton until her hand was able to fit between the strings.
Feeling bolder, she lowered her hand into his breeches, closing around him with great ease until his entire manhood rested in her palm. Elizabeth took a moment to discover the feeling of him which overwhelmed her whole body. Elizabeth had never felt anything like it before. He felt like hard steel, wrapped in soft velvet. She couldn't describe it.
When Turner found himself thrusting helplessly into her grip, it was then that Elizabeth realized she had no idea what to do. Well... she did have a good idea of what she should do, but her innocent eyes met his for confirmation. A shiver went down Elizabeth's spine feeling the warm of Will's hand when it wrapped above hers and encouraged her to take a firmer grip
He traced her fingers in agonizingly slow, steady strokes against his member, the friction of his skin against hers jolting electricity through his body, a deep moan eliciting through his gritted jaw. His desperate, begging eyes rolling into the back of his head before leaving her hand there. Excitement and nervousness came over Elizabeth.
Thumb against tip, she began to experiment with small movements of her hand, slowly running up his shaft and back down again. Turner's moans encouraged her to keep moving, and Elizabeth began to experiment with different strokes, twisting her wrist in different directions as she continued the steady motion. So many times in the back of his forge had he fantasized about her like this. The feel of her smooth, silken hand-rather than his own calloused, sea-worn hands-sliding up his length, hesitant and unsure of what she was doing, only heightened the sensation of his pleasure.
After a minute of even stroking, she felt braver and began to increase the speed. Elizabeth took satisfaction in the different facial expression that strained on Turner's face when she started flicking her thumb over the head of his cock. She couldn't help but wonder, does he look like this when he...
Will gently laid Elizabeth supply on the soft sand and knelt besides her so his arms could acquiesce for Elizabeth positioned them above his head to lift the thin garment off in a motherly way, revealing a heartless, scar-bound torso. She couldn't stop herself from placing her hand over the deep scar on his sun-kissed muscle and leaning forward to press her lips against his chest. Will shivered violently. Suddenly unable to contain himself any longer, he cupped Elizabeth's face, entangled in her woven hair and commandeered her mouth.
Minutely, he lifted his hips and helped her slip his trousers down until she was directly in front of him, her lips parted almost both instinctively and hesitantly. Curiosity getting the better of her, she glanced at him with permission, to which his index and thumb lifted her chin with a desirable gaze in his eyes-leaving the choice to her. She looked on him in such a way that stirred up all sorts of improper feelings within Will. He looked down at her with clouded desire, finding her actions endearing and more than willing to comply.
Elizabeth was like liquid fire beneath him, and just her touch alone sent his senses go mad into flames. Finding his desire for her insatiable, Turner seeked to satiate his feral hunger, the raw need for her that had taken him over. She had set off something animalistic and primal within him, and it screamed to be relieved, almost certain he must have her then and there. It soon became apparent to the both of them what their choices were; forever burn in each other's desire or douse the flame.
Her breath grazed his cock before Elizabeth's mouth went in to finish the job. Her lips closed around him, feeling his breath catch in his throat before shivering. Elizabeth's tongue played along his flesh, and he struggled not to writhe. He could feel her tongue as it slid against his skin satisfying every bit of him entirely. the sounds of his grunting pleasure was now beyond his control. He slid his hands down her cheek and into her mess of hair massaging her scalp in slow circles. He felt the white-hot liquid flow, almost letting go, but Elizabeth wrapped a firm hand around the base of his member, refusing him release.
Her name rang in his ears, all his senses dulled by touch. After a few more strokes, Turner's grip against her thigh became very tight, and it wasn't long before labored breath began to grunt. His hips tensed against her abdomen. She tightened her grip around him and sucked just a bit harder one last time until he came into her mouth. The moisture of Elizabeth's mouth blended with his own release until she could taste his hardness on her lips. Silence enveloped them, save Turner's breathing deep upon climaxing.
"Elizabeth. God."
As Elizabeth watched her husband gather back all human wits and senses he had just lost, Elizabeth couldn't help feeling proud of her accomplishment. He removed his hand from massaging her hair and wiped his stickiness from her swollen lips before cupping her face with one hand and invading her mouth to taste her flavor was mixed with his own.
Suddenly the leather of her sweltering, black, underbust corset suddenly made her feel faint, and she longed for nothing more but his cool, sea-rough hands against her flushed, supple skin. Never breaking from her lips, his skilled fingers slunk about her waist and worked the fastenings of the Singaporean corset until the laces loosened at the small of her back. She was then able to remove the outer layer of the horrible Singaporean doublet and discard of it on the beach. This left her in a sleeveless kimono and sarong with a v-shaped neckline held by a sash that allowed two slits down her legs for easy movement.
Once he had unknotted and unwrapped the long sash from her waistline, he dropped the material and returned his hands to her hips where only her breeches were left under her sarong. As their impromptu, albeit passionate, kiss came to an end, his fingers migrate below her navel, hooking into the band of her trousers as he looked up at her with almost black eyes. She inhaled sharply in anticipation as slowly slid them down her bare legs.
The sarong underneath kept her most intimate area covered, save for the two slits of material which slid when he bent her knees, laying the soles of her feet flat upon the sand and revealed her naked calves to him. Elizabeth was finding it incredibly hard to breathe as Turner's eyes turned black when his gaze fell upon her legs. She watched his eyes as they wondered down her body, unable to help but enjoy the attention he was giving her.
His hands took the place of his eyes when, starting at her ankles, his calloused hands slid up her lithe, smooth legs to her kneecap. The feeling of his hands upon her thighs took her breath away and she fell back against the sand and closed her eyes with a deep sigh.
Never taking his eyes off hers, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards himself so that her legs were on either side of his hips. Her toes curled into the sand as she drew her other leg up, entrapping him against her; His body covering hers as he effectively insinuated himself between the bent leg he continued to stroke upon the sand. When his hand reached her bare hip she sucked in a desperate little gasp, her knees bucked against Will's hips, causing intimate contact making them both groan.
His thumbs rolled and rubbed in circular motions up her hipbone until they reached beneath her sarong and slowly up her body. Her shift rose up her smooth calves, then passed her knees, and finally her
What came next was a lack of propriety and all sexual convention. It was no longer an option to have this primal, naked lust, but an instinctive need.
The sight of her exposed form caused him to lose his concentration. Lying in the sand completely naked, Elizabeth had never been more exposed, vulnerable and giving into her most deep and carnal lusts as she was now. Turner's heart stopped as he took in the image of his childhood friend, one and only love, wife and soon-to-be lover naked before him, feeling his heart swell at the sight underneath him. Elizabeth Swann. The woman he'd spent so many years dreaming, pining, yearning... lying before him in all her God-given, naked glory.
The sherbert shadows of the sun against the horizon, exaggerating the features of her body, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her stretched before him. It wasn't until the smoldering look ablaze in his eyes flitted up to hold hers that he noticed her blushing under his intense gaze. Even his very eyes made her feel he was penetrating her soul. Both naked, they felt as close as they'd ever be-finally-yet there was still more to come. His hands roamed, feeling the contrast between his rough hands and her smooth, lithe body. Their bodies were complete contrasts but felt made to meld together. He had never truly appreciated the difference between a man and woman's body until he lay there on top of her.
"Elizabeth." He breathed for no reason other than to say her name, his words which dripped like caramel from behind his lips. He reached up to twist a lock of her hair around his forefinger, seeing how the honey color contrasted with his skin tone.
"Are you nervous?" Elizabeth bit her bottom lip, anticipating as her arms gripped his shoulders.
"I think a little. But I know it's supposed to hurt."
"It won't," Turner placed the softest of kisses in her palm, which she reached to stroke his cheek. She gave him that sweet smile that made him feel like he was truly home. He nuzzled into her touch then trailed his lips to her wrist then continued up her arm to the soft skin on the inside of her elbow. "It won't," He repeated, "I'll be nothing but incredibly gentle with you, I swear upon my grave."
Elizabeth wasn't completely innocent. She heard all sorts of things during the course of her journeys through tavern whores and pirate damsels that had given her the most accurate sexual expectations to her humble vocabulary. From what she heard, it always sounded about the man's pleasure, and nothing more but the woman's pain. But Elizabeth always knew that if she was with Will this would never be the case.
When he sealed the promise with a chaste kiss, Elizabeth felt her heart swell at the beauty of how gentle and affectionate he had been with her thus far-even in the midst of this wild, raw, unadulterated, unrestrained lust-despite how much she could feel his arousal pressed against her. She had been open and vulnerable this entire time and he had done nothing but taken the utmost care of her and made her nothing but safe in his arms. Elizabeth felt no nerves, only the desire to be Will's wife in every way.
"You're beautiful. So beautiful." A creeping tingle worked its way down her spine when his warm breath hitting against the nape of her neck.
Turner gently coaxed her legs apart wide enough for his broad hips to accommodate them. She sighed as she felt his strong abdomen fold over her torso, their skin molding together as one. His thumbs circled teasingly along her hips as her knee grazed his nethers. Her hands roved over his back, delicately exploring the lashings from the Dutchman, prompting another chilling shiver down his spine and his mouth once again rested in the crook of her shoulder.
All of these trying adventures had certainly caused Will's body to bulk up considerably from strenuous life of a sea-rover. His muscle were twitching as her nails graze them, illustrated through the well-developed sections of eight ripped down the centre of his defined abdomen. His physique reminded her of those Mythological sculptures that had always made her shyly giggle when she was a girl.
But tonight she certainly wouldn't be giggling. Especially when, lost in the attention he distracted upon her neck, she felt something huge swell against her abdomen. Something that made her wonder if something that big could fit inside of her tiny body.
When she her gaze began to drift downwards, an index finger lifted her chin and brought her gaze to his sweet eyes.
"I promised you it won't hurt. Remember?"
She didn't know how Will could possibly hold to that promise, but in his smile, she'd believe him if he could move mountains. Turner started to kiss his way down her body, his stubble rubbing along the sensitive skin on her lower stomach as she felt a familiar tinging of fire start to mount pressure in her lower region. His hands caressed her inner thighs, stroking them when she jutted upward to get more attention in a certain area.
His caressing hand never breaking contact with her soft warm skin, he followed her down. Her skin was like silk, soft and warm and welcoming. Heaven help him, he wanted her desperately. Yet as much as he wanted to continue exploring her body, he wanted to go slow, to memorize every moment he spent with her. His kisses trailed down her stomach and lingered around the dip where her leg came together with her pelvis. He dragged his tongue along her joint, making her close her eyes at the sensation.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as his mouth moved down over her hips and down her right leg then to her inner thigh. Will was mesmerised when he noticed the effect he was having through her sarong when his fingers skimmed the light juncture of curls. His tongue licked at the pulse point at the column of her throat whilst his hand moved further south.
Her head craned froward again from its bent position when he suddenly stopped; This time his gaze asking for her permission. Elizabeth directed one of his hands to past the curls her entrance and began to stroke the button of nerves with his finger. As he watched, his cock begin to swell again.
Having a clear invitation, Turner plunged a single finger, prompting his name huskily escaping her lips in a most unladylike way. Her fingernails left crescent-shaped marks in his taut muscles when she vice-like gripped his upper arm for support, her other fingers tangled in his loose hair. Bending and stretching inside of her, his finger was soon joined by a second. And soon, a third.
He rose and settled between her legs-her limbs opening around his kneeling frame-as he picked up speed against the button of her nerve centre. Her breathing became faster as his callused finger picked up speed against her mound. The gasps she uttered and the song of her moans were like music to Will and he continued his gentle exploration of her femininity. Surely this was heaven, the sheer ecstasy she felt at his touch.
"Elizabeth, have you... ever done this to yourself?" Biting her lip, she nodded. Turner's curiosity got the better of him, "Was it me you were thinking of?"
When she nodded again, his eyes turned black with desire. Deciding to take a risk, he moved his mouth to her inner thigh, simultaneously bringing the rough pads of his hands to gently coax her legs apart. He took his time getting to his destination, making its way closer and closer to…
When he finally reached it, he lowered his head between her legs and tried an experimental kiss. When there was no response, he kissed her again until she gasped in unison with her knees buckling, and he knew he had found her most secret area. Her slender neck craning back as her toes curling into the sand at the feel of his wet tongue slipping inside and exploring her, licking and teasing her delicate folds.
Elizabeth watched with half lidded eyes as his tongue lapped the apex between her legs. She concentrated to keep herself upright as his tongue continued its lolling path, and with a shuddering moan her trembling fingers wove in his black tressels
As she writhed under him in a struggle to have more pressure against her nether lips, he was more aroused by this notion to have elicited this kind of response from her. Never before had she moaned like this for him. He had never heard her moan this way before. For him. It was all for him. Because of him. It was indescribable what he alone could do to her and the incredible sensations he triggered within her. No one could ever make her feel more like a woman. And it only spurred him on.
His lips smiled into her wet center and added more pressure with his tongue as it continued its lolling path slowly against her, his hand roaming from her thigh to knee as he made love to her with his mouth.
Deciding this fine, delicate flower wasn't going to bloom just yet, he slipped a finger as his tongue hit the hood of her clitoris. His other hand held her shaking thighs firmly on the sand in place. Nibbling lightly on her folds, a gush of cream came from her, giving his appetite a teaser.
Then finally it came. After what seemed like an eternity, her vocal cords gained a life of their own. Elizabeth momentarily wondered if it were possible to die from too much pleasure when she sang his name louder than before, her inner muscle tensing around his tongue. After he greedily sank his lips over her nether lips when she spilled her warm juices that were only for him, Turner hastily slid downwards, working it's way between them to seize his swollen member and stroking himself a few times to make sure he was ready before guiding himself gently between her opening, causing her wet center to brush against his straining erection.
Turner had the perfect view of her orgasm from above as he plunged into her womanhood, grunting in a failed attempt to hide his pleasure. Forehead and hands slipped together, dark chocolate eyes staring into honey ones as they slowly and passionately meld into one, smooth thrust that changed two lives forever. Her mouth formed the perfect 'O' shape as she admitted a song of pleasure, an instinctual reaction that was just so Elizabeth. It strange watching her flutter from a minute twinge of pain to that of pleasure as he penetrated her virginal barrier.
The pinched moment of pain was etched away by rippling waves of the best climax she had ever self-administered in her entire limited sexual existence. Elizabeth felt pulses of intense pleasure drown out all the dull pain and she lifted her gaze to find his eyes, nearly black, staring down at her unashamedly. Turner took more pleasure from watching her reactions as he slid out until the tip of cock was barely inside of her, loving the sight of her tightened eyes, pure bliss written across every feature of her face.
Her wetness made it easier for her to stretch and accommodate his size within her petite form. He hadn't been prepared for the sensation of her muscles contracting around him so tightly, and his breath was strained against her throat. Thank God for masturbation.
As much as he would have stayed there, sheathed in his wife forever, he was still driving down the passion which was encouraging him to ravage her willing body. She brought him back to reality when the sweet sound of a loud moan assaulted his ear, the heat spreading from his groin and making his abdomen ache. It started out as a sigh, but quickly escalated into desperate, panting cries that filled his mind, clouding out everything else.
In seconds after Elizabeth had recovered, Will gave her a quick kiss as he began to lazily pull himself out of her until he reached the tip of his cock, the wet feeling engulfing his body and encouraging him to return. It was hard for him to concentrate on scouting out for any sign of pain over her face when his senses heightening as he pushed home. Her entire body quivered as he moved against her, every movement he made from then on caused her to react differently but the pleasure was evident all around.
This time it felt different. Turner's hand moved her left calf to bend at the knee, sinking slightly deeper into her warmth until he reached his limit. She bent her right knee to mimic her left.
He moved within her at a torturous slow pace, loving the sensation of her wetness around his shaft. He swallowed down the need to push harder and faster and kept their love-making at languid pace, his lazy thrusts making them both sweat and tremble. Needing to drive himself deeper, he hoisted Elizabeth's hips to find an alternate angle. She distributed her weight by wrapping her legs about his torso, which only increased the depth of his penetration.
Keeping his hand hooked around her hips, he tried different rocking movements until he found one that began to make her moan. He kept this motion and sped up the tempo. Not only was Will able to push himself deep inside her, but he had miraculously found an angle of friction that suited her as well.
Once a steady pace had been set, Elizabeth minutely lifted her hips to meet his thrusts but found it hard to match his rhythm. Turner soon moved his hands to her thighs to help guide her to imitate his momentum, doubling their pleasure. Elizabeth found the rhythm, a slow pulse compared to their sped-up heartbeats. The momentum quickened and Elizabeth clung to his arms, feeling the tightness in his bicep while riding the slow and gentle pace. Fastening his lips to the elegant curve of her swan-like neck, he sped up his thrusts with her breathy encouragement while she busied her hands with feather light caresses along his scarred back.
He had the most magnificent view of her small but neatly shaped breasts, bouncing with the rest of her body as their pace quickened. Involuntarily, he reached out to cup one squeezing her nipple hard until Elizabeth cried out his name from the orbs around them flushed dark red from the blood that gathered there. As if in reply, he groaned her name in return.
With each heavy thrust, Elizabeth's breathing grew shorter. It only took a few more strokes against her before she was bucking wildly against him. He reached up and pinned her wrists down above her head in the sand as he quickened his thrusts. She could feel him drive deeper into her as his pace began to increase. He was in and out of her with a rhythm she could hardly keep up with, her throbbing parts having no time to register his increased penetration. He began to lose himself as he plowed through her wet channel, moved himself in and out of her pliant body faster, harder.
Breathy moans and passion-filled cries were his inspiration whilst her nips and licks urged him to move faster, and he drove into her with an insistent pace. Spurred on, Turner thrust with slightly increased vigor, eliciting another moan from Elizabeth; louder this time, more insistent. As he raised himself to a forty-five degree angle above her body, he released her wrists and brought both of his hands to her hips and gripped them each thrust making them draw closer to the edge of paradise.
The impending threat of release-a familiar friend to both-began to creep up on Turner. He could feel his control beginning to slip away. He postponed the inevitable with intense concentration to bring her to climax before reaching his own, which was tightly bottled up and ready to be released. She noticed his concern for her behind an intense concentration in his eyes. Her lower regions felt sore as a dull pain throbbed between her legs. The head of his cock drove right in and hit something which caused familiar feeling bubbling up in her stomach already beginning to empower her.
"Elizabeth, look at me." He wanted to memorize the look of pure bliss on her face as she came.
Seeing the passion and overwhelming love in Will's devoted eyes made Elizabeth prayed to every god there was as she came. It had been building inside of her like a forty foot wave, and finally it crashed down upon her, overtaking her body so much intense than previously.
The moment she tumbled off the first crest, she hoarsely produced his name as if it were an obscenity. He loved all of the ways she said his name but he thought that the way she sang it to the Heavens was his favorite. It was as if his name was hers, hers alone to use and to speak and to own; like he was someone important to her, someone she treasured.
Her shivering voice echoed as she felt her center spasm in unbearable pleasure. The flutter of her folds suddenly clamped round him. All the muscles in her body tightened, her toes curling as she released all the sexual tension that had been building up inside her.
For the first time, he felt the perfect heat of her soft body around him. The view of Elizabeth's swollen lips widened, her face flushing pink, cannon fire ringing in his ears alongside his wife's uneven gasps as she reach her peak; It all proved too much for Turner and the tightening of her muscles triggered the release of his organ deep within her.
"I love you." Something about the beauty in her softly shaking voice being more moving than those three simple words released every pent-up emotion between the two of them. It spurred the pounding of his heart coming from the beating chest until he felt himself tumbling off the edge of madness.
He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, opening his mouth against her skin, his hands grappled her hips as he pounded a few more erratic thrusts into her softness, trying to ride the last few waves of her climax to reach his own. The muscle in his neck bulged, her name a strangled cry against her neck before his hips uncontrollably jerked against her, emptying and depositing his warmth. Elizabeth threw her head back in a cry as he geared for one more thrust against her, finally filling his wife.
He shuddered violently against her small frame when her contractions milked him dry as he expelled his seed within his wife in three blasting spurts, hot against her walls. Their eyes closed in unison, heads thrown back in pure ecstasy as Will and Elizabeth came together. The mingling of each other's names accentuating every syllable on their tongues until their moans were now reduced to mere whimpers as they both overcame their release.
She held on at the very end of her high for as long as her body would allow her, knowing nothing would ever feel this good again. They clung to each other while sinking down from the high they had just experienced. Their bodies were moist from sweat and human contact. Once he could feel himself grow smaller, he pressed his lips against her skin and slid out of her, feeling the stickiness running down their thighs. Elizabeth feeling a sense of loss as he pulled out and couldn't help but wrap her ankles around his calves.
They made love countless times after that. More than Elizabeth could remember. When the sun was short of an hour to the horizon, they both reluctantly decided to help each other dress. Had this beach been their bedroom instead, Elizabeth would have never dressed, insisting they remain naked in each other's arms for all eternity. But Will did not have that eternity to spend with her.
"I'm going to need the other one," Turner smirked when her naked calf-save for wearing his stolen boot-bent before his eyes. Once again yearning to undress her, he knelt in front of the leg. His hand oh-so-slowly reached up the boot, sliding it off and discarding it without his desirable gaze tearing from hers.
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered when his hand curved under her thigh, his stubble rubbing against her smooth skin as he brushed his lips upwards. Pure bliss and euphoria was written across Elizabeth's face - it soon faded when his lips stopped at her knee.
"It's almost sunset."
She knew the reality of it would eventually be inevitable, and it was. Turner strode to the rock where he had left the chest, removing the discarded coat which covered it.
"It's always belonged to you," He held his own, heavy heart with two hands, his eyes drilling back into hers with a gaze of devotion, "Will you keep it safe?"
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded, biting a lip. Her bare feet made her way through the sand towards him, her hands folding over his with a tone of sincerity, "Yes."
He wanted nothing but to kiss her right then, drink her in, pour ten-years' worth of passion into her lips until he could return to renew it. They laid their brows against one another, doing nothing else but bathing in each other's scent until they had memorized the very presence of the other. When the caribbean breeze whipped around their bodies and when Turner opened his eyes, he realized-had his heart not been enclosed in the chest beating fervently between their hands-it would have burst within his own body from just the heartbreak of saying goodbye to his Elizabeth. He couldn't bear it.
When he turned to stagger back to the rowboat, Elizabeth instantly felt the loss of his presence, a horrid feeling washing over her when she realized this loss she felt would always be familiar to her, every day for the next ten years. She couldn't bear it either. As the man she loved-the husband she had for only one day-slipped past her fingers and into a decade where she could never follow, at least she could run for him now. She couldn't race after him into the world he was leaving for, but she would be damned if she didn't chase him in this one.
When Turner heard his name desperately carried off by the caribbean wind, he whipped his body around in time that her feet left the wet sand, hoisting her lips to his, and he readily returned it, holding her closer than ever. Both poured in an eternity's worth of pent-up passion until it fulfilled every moment-since compasses and keys had rudely interrupted their wedding day-of being denied their union, and ten more years of separation to come since their last kiss. When the love-making between their mouths came to an end, Will pulled away to take in the last sight of those beautiful hazel eyes he had fallen in love with so many years ago, and was the last picture he had to remember of her in years to come. The hot breath of his lips clung to her scent as he whispered softly,
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon."
August 16, 1751 - Twenty-two Years Later...
Elizabeth smiled as she softly folded her aged hand over the scar on her stomach where she had carried their son. The caribbean breeze whipped through her dark locks as she looked out from the lighthouse and caught glimpse of the Dutchman. This time, her grown son joined her husband on the horizon, their arms planted over each other's necks. This time, Elizabeth bound into his arms, knowing he was here with her again for good.
A/N: "What a truly revolting sight." This one was a bitch. After weeks of getting distracted, falling behind, trying to get past writer's block, I got it done! Plus, it rained, which always inspires me to write, so that served in my favor. Also, yes, August 16, 1729 is canon as Will and Elizabeth's official wedding day according to the calendar prop used in DMTNT which was cut out of the film. Please stay tuned for more stories I have in the works! I promise they won't take as long to get up here as this one did. Feel free to drop some constructive criticism and let me know what you liked or didn't like. Thank you!