Disclaimer: I have absolutely no permission to be writing this story. See if that stops me. Copyrights belong to a bunch of people, probably Disney's on the list somewhere.
Summary: Will and Elizabeth get married and live happily ever after. Yeah,right.
Notes: Allo, allo. Round of applause for Johnny and Orlando who did the impossible - turned me into a slash writer. After all these years. Who knew? In any case, this story will definitely be of the Jack/Will persuasion, never fear.
I'm not sure quite how things will turn out rating-wise. My guess is somewhere between hard PG-13 and medium R, knowing my foul mouth. Sorry, I tend more towards the plot than the porn.
As for distribution, I can hardly condemn anyone for yoinking my story, as
we're all pirating the creative property of someone else. But I would greatly appreciate it if you inform me as to where it?s going. I'm asking. You do it too, okay?
The Pirates of the Caribbean: The Secret of Bootstrap Bill
"... I now pronounce you man and wife," the preacher finished. Will Turner pulled back from his kiss - or tried to. There was a wave of shocked whispers among the large crowd that was crammed into the three sections of ribbon-festooned pews as the former Miss Elizabeth Swann threw her arms around her husband's neck and bent his head back towards hers.
"Er, Dearest," Will began, his cheeks flushing. He raised his hands and tried to gently pry hers off of him.
She murmured incoherently, stepping closer to him.
"T
"Treasure," he continued, a little less patiently as he somehow caught sight of Commadore Norrington of all people. Elizabeth's ex-fiance was politely attempting to hide his glare.
Even the priest looked at them as he closed his red leather Bible with a
frown of disapproval.
"Elizabeth!" Will hissed finally, taking a step back and breaking her hold.
The glazed look snapped out of Elizabeth's eyes and she seemed suddenly
aware that they were in front of a crowd of two hundred people - including her father, the governor of the settlement, and in a church no less. She shot a mortified look to her groom.
Will smiled reassuringly, amused now that her breach was over. He took her hand left hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the shining gold band she now wore before he led her back down the aisle. More whispers than cheers came from the guests as they passed.
"Told 'im 'e shouldn't a waited till the weddin night," he clearly heard his former master, Jonathan Brown, say knowingly to the well-dressed lady who stood next to him as they went by.
The lady, Miss Margaret West, tossed her well-coiffed head and turned her eyes to the backs of the retreating couple. More specifically, the back of the retreating groom. Not that she would admit to it, naturally. Though she did give a sigh as her friend stepped into the sunshine with her attractive new husband. 'He's only a blacksmith,' she consoled herself. 'Horrid match indeed. Elizabeth will be quite miserable, I expect. Poor thing.' Cheered, she stood and gave her arm to her father, an admiral in the king's army.
Elizabeth did not feel miserable. In fact, she rather felt like all of her dreams were coming true at once. Finally, she was able to have it all. The stability and the excitement both at once. The adventure she and Will had
shared would forever color him as a pirate in her memory. He had been daring and reckless and brave and outrageous, but he was still her Will, the sweet boy she'd grown up with. The perfect mixture of two worlds, wrapped up behind a beautiful face. 'And body,' she thought suddenly, and the blush that had just begun to recede returned with interest as they stepped together into the four-horsed carriage that would take them back to her father's mansion.
* * *
It was funny. Will had pictured his wedding night in a lot of different ways over the years.
Sometimes he'd seen himself as suave and debonaire, sweeping Elizabeth (always it had been Elizabeth) into his arms without a word and laying her gently onto a large, silk-draped bed, undressing her slowly and tortously before he descended upon her with kisses and brought them both to heights of pleasure neither had ever dreamt of.
Other times he'd have nightmarish visions of himself sweeping his bride off of her feet - and losing all sense of balance of his own, tripping over a corner of the carpet, or stumbling over his dropped hat. Elizabeth would go legs-before-head on a one-way trip to the floor with petticoats flying in all directions.
He'd imagined nights of passion and nights of adventure and nights of
humiliation and fear and overwhelming love. The only thing that remained constant in all of his conjectures was the certainty that he would feel
something more intensely than he had ever felt it in his life.
That's why he lay awake while Elizabeth slept so peacefully on his bare chest. She looked lovely, as always. Even with her hair loose and unruly from lovemaking, she still had the angelic aura she'd possessed since the first time he saw her, when she stood over him, a child, glowing in the sunlight and promising to watch over him.
He closed his eyes and conjured that image - the one that he had always used as a symbol for all the reasons he loved her. There it was, same as ever. A moment of connection forever captured in his memory. She was his love, his savior, the first face he saw when he awakened from the brink of death. He was forever indebted to her.
So it was impossible that he could be disappointed on the most important night of their life together.
Maybe he had just been expecting too much. It hadn't been unpleasant. There were the same physical pleaure and sense of release as he felt when he took himself in hand. But the way Elizabeth reacted, the enthusiasm he had felt in every inch of her... it made him feel inadequate. Why wasn't he as frantically eager as she was? Wasn't it supposed to be the man who couldn't control the depths of his passion? Wasn't there supposed to be a moment of connection, of togetherness where you bonded not just with your bodies, but with your entire being? He didn't feel any closer to his friend - wife - than he had before they stepped into the church that morning.
Was something wrong with him?
He shook himself impatiently, causing Elizabeth to stir, then snuggle closer to him with a sigh. A soft grin touched her lips when she looked up at him. Something in his expression made the sleepy smile fade.
"Will...?" She asked, her voice tight with concern.
He looked into her questioning eyes. His protector.
"I believe my arm has fallen asleep before the rest of me," he explained soothingly. "Could you let me shift my weight a bit?"
It was the first time he had ever lied to her.
"Oh! I'm sorry, darling." She sat up and watched him flex his arm for a moment. "I guess we're a bit new at it, aren't we?"
He stared at her. "Yes. That's it." His face lit up. "It's because it's new. We'll get better and better with time." He grabbed her suddenly and kissed her, stopping a question on her lips.
"That's all it is," he affirmed with relief when again Elizabeth was sleeping in his arms. He had been ridiculous, expecting so much so soon.
He hadn't forged a sword his first time stepping up to the fire, had he?
Summary: Will and Elizabeth get married and live happily ever after. Yeah,right.
Notes: Allo, allo. Round of applause for Johnny and Orlando who did the impossible - turned me into a slash writer. After all these years. Who knew? In any case, this story will definitely be of the Jack/Will persuasion, never fear.
I'm not sure quite how things will turn out rating-wise. My guess is somewhere between hard PG-13 and medium R, knowing my foul mouth. Sorry, I tend more towards the plot than the porn.
As for distribution, I can hardly condemn anyone for yoinking my story, as
we're all pirating the creative property of someone else. But I would greatly appreciate it if you inform me as to where it?s going. I'm asking. You do it too, okay?
The Pirates of the Caribbean: The Secret of Bootstrap Bill
"... I now pronounce you man and wife," the preacher finished. Will Turner pulled back from his kiss - or tried to. There was a wave of shocked whispers among the large crowd that was crammed into the three sections of ribbon-festooned pews as the former Miss Elizabeth Swann threw her arms around her husband's neck and bent his head back towards hers.
"Er, Dearest," Will began, his cheeks flushing. He raised his hands and tried to gently pry hers off of him.
She murmured incoherently, stepping closer to him.
"T
"Treasure," he continued, a little less patiently as he somehow caught sight of Commadore Norrington of all people. Elizabeth's ex-fiance was politely attempting to hide his glare.
Even the priest looked at them as he closed his red leather Bible with a
frown of disapproval.
"Elizabeth!" Will hissed finally, taking a step back and breaking her hold.
The glazed look snapped out of Elizabeth's eyes and she seemed suddenly
aware that they were in front of a crowd of two hundred people - including her father, the governor of the settlement, and in a church no less. She shot a mortified look to her groom.
Will smiled reassuringly, amused now that her breach was over. He took her hand left hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the shining gold band she now wore before he led her back down the aisle. More whispers than cheers came from the guests as they passed.
"Told 'im 'e shouldn't a waited till the weddin night," he clearly heard his former master, Jonathan Brown, say knowingly to the well-dressed lady who stood next to him as they went by.
The lady, Miss Margaret West, tossed her well-coiffed head and turned her eyes to the backs of the retreating couple. More specifically, the back of the retreating groom. Not that she would admit to it, naturally. Though she did give a sigh as her friend stepped into the sunshine with her attractive new husband. 'He's only a blacksmith,' she consoled herself. 'Horrid match indeed. Elizabeth will be quite miserable, I expect. Poor thing.' Cheered, she stood and gave her arm to her father, an admiral in the king's army.
Elizabeth did not feel miserable. In fact, she rather felt like all of her dreams were coming true at once. Finally, she was able to have it all. The stability and the excitement both at once. The adventure she and Will had
shared would forever color him as a pirate in her memory. He had been daring and reckless and brave and outrageous, but he was still her Will, the sweet boy she'd grown up with. The perfect mixture of two worlds, wrapped up behind a beautiful face. 'And body,' she thought suddenly, and the blush that had just begun to recede returned with interest as they stepped together into the four-horsed carriage that would take them back to her father's mansion.
* * *
It was funny. Will had pictured his wedding night in a lot of different ways over the years.
Sometimes he'd seen himself as suave and debonaire, sweeping Elizabeth (always it had been Elizabeth) into his arms without a word and laying her gently onto a large, silk-draped bed, undressing her slowly and tortously before he descended upon her with kisses and brought them both to heights of pleasure neither had ever dreamt of.
Other times he'd have nightmarish visions of himself sweeping his bride off of her feet - and losing all sense of balance of his own, tripping over a corner of the carpet, or stumbling over his dropped hat. Elizabeth would go legs-before-head on a one-way trip to the floor with petticoats flying in all directions.
He'd imagined nights of passion and nights of adventure and nights of
humiliation and fear and overwhelming love. The only thing that remained constant in all of his conjectures was the certainty that he would feel
something more intensely than he had ever felt it in his life.
That's why he lay awake while Elizabeth slept so peacefully on his bare chest. She looked lovely, as always. Even with her hair loose and unruly from lovemaking, she still had the angelic aura she'd possessed since the first time he saw her, when she stood over him, a child, glowing in the sunlight and promising to watch over him.
He closed his eyes and conjured that image - the one that he had always used as a symbol for all the reasons he loved her. There it was, same as ever. A moment of connection forever captured in his memory. She was his love, his savior, the first face he saw when he awakened from the brink of death. He was forever indebted to her.
So it was impossible that he could be disappointed on the most important night of their life together.
Maybe he had just been expecting too much. It hadn't been unpleasant. There were the same physical pleaure and sense of release as he felt when he took himself in hand. But the way Elizabeth reacted, the enthusiasm he had felt in every inch of her... it made him feel inadequate. Why wasn't he as frantically eager as she was? Wasn't it supposed to be the man who couldn't control the depths of his passion? Wasn't there supposed to be a moment of connection, of togetherness where you bonded not just with your bodies, but with your entire being? He didn't feel any closer to his friend - wife - than he had before they stepped into the church that morning.
Was something wrong with him?
He shook himself impatiently, causing Elizabeth to stir, then snuggle closer to him with a sigh. A soft grin touched her lips when she looked up at him. Something in his expression made the sleepy smile fade.
"Will...?" She asked, her voice tight with concern.
He looked into her questioning eyes. His protector.
"I believe my arm has fallen asleep before the rest of me," he explained soothingly. "Could you let me shift my weight a bit?"
It was the first time he had ever lied to her.
"Oh! I'm sorry, darling." She sat up and watched him flex his arm for a moment. "I guess we're a bit new at it, aren't we?"
He stared at her. "Yes. That's it." His face lit up. "It's because it's new. We'll get better and better with time." He grabbed her suddenly and kissed her, stopping a question on her lips.
"That's all it is," he affirmed with relief when again Elizabeth was sleeping in his arms. He had been ridiculous, expecting so much so soon.
He hadn't forged a sword his first time stepping up to the fire, had he?