What would have happened if Beckett never showed up? How would their wedding have gone? Well more importantly their wedding night!
At last, newly weds Will and Elizabeth Turner, had finally been able to leave the wedding reception. They had only agreed to a big wedding to please the governor. The weather had been surprisingly cold and had started to rain right after the ceremony, but likely the party had been at the Governor's house. It was pouring with rain as the Turner's carriage made its way to their new home. Will had had spent the last year working very hard to earn the money and build their house. It took Elizabeth a couple of convincing conversation to make Will understand that she wanted to live much more simply than when she lived in her father's mansion.
After all her adventures with Jack Sparrow and Will she knew she'd never be happy going back to living like a spoilt princess. Elizabeth knew that in marrying Will she wouldn't be settling for less, she would finally be able to be herself.
They sat in the carriage next to each other, hand intertwined, Will gently rubbing his thumbs over her hand. Elizabeth was thinking to herself, does Will know the effect his simple touches to have over me? Her cheeks reddened at the thought that after tonight he was bound to know. Thankfully the dark prevented the colour of her face being visible. The ride to their home takes a while from the Governor's house as Elizabeth had requested that they build it away from the rest of Port Royal. Will had found a perfect spot and built their home as close to the beach that was safe. It was perfect because plantations separated it from other inhabitants. They sat in comfortable silence, content to hold hands and listen to the rain until the carriage arrived.
When the carriage pulled up Will looked at his wife, noticing for the first time she looked cold. He took off his coat and stepped out of the carriage holding it above his head.
Elizabeth took Will's offered hand and stepped out the carriage to be wrapped in his arms as he held the coat over their heads as they jogged to the house. They closed the door behind them, finding the house empty, something Elizabeth requested of all their new servants. Will hung his coat in the closet, took Elizabeth's hand, leading her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Elizabeth had barely shut the door when Will pushed her against it, covering his mouth with his. Both of them poured over a year's worth of pent-up passion in that kiss. Elizabeth went to deepen the kiss, opening her mouth to him. But instead of furthering the kiss, Will ended it, only to then kiss her more gently and move his hands from her waist to one on her neck and the other cupping her cheek. Elizabeth sighed against his mouth and he pulled away, in order to take in her appearance. Her lips were swollen and red from their acting her light, hazel eyes bright in the candlelight. Her chest was heaving slightly and her wedding dress clung to upper body like a skin.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered and Elizabeth smiled sweetly at him. She reached up and took his hat off his head, tossing it aside with a giggle. She smiled and went o kiss her but she put her hand against his lips.
"Wait," she whispered. "I can't breathe!"
Will frowned at her unsure of what she meant. Was she nervous?
"It's the dress," she explained with a ragged breath. "I was stupid enough to let them choose a dress with a corset because I wanted to look my best!"
Will stepped back immediately so he no longer had her pinned to the door. She kissed his cheek and whispered,
"I'll be right back," She walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Will was surprised that Elizabeth had chosen to wear that sort of dress, she had told him about what happened last time. He walked around the room, impressed by what Elizabeth's had done. She had insisted in decorating the house herself. On the same wall, to the right of the door was a modest fireplace. To Will's left was a dresser that must had been his, as on the opposite wall was another dresser but this was more a dressing table that you could sit. Will walked over to the end of the bed, which was positioned on the wall to his right, next to the bathroom door. He couldn't but gape at the bed Elizabeth had chosen. It was a huge four poster bed with thick wooden pillars, more popular in England to keep the cold out but this one didn't have the thick curtains. The bed however seemed to have many blankets and pillows made of soft materials. Opposite the bed where the French doors that led to the balcony. Elizabeth had especially requested that their bedroom had a balcony that looked over the sea. Will walked over to the doors and watches the storm that was ragging outside.
Will turns around to see Elizabeth walking out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. His breath got caught in his throat as he walks towards her, taking her in. She's dressed in a white nightgown, material almost transparent against the light from the fireplace. She was wearing a cream dressing gown over the top that wasn't done up. Her golden curls had been let down, cascading down her back, just begging Will to run his hands through it. He reaches her and puts his hand on her neck, his thumb stroking her collarbone gently. Elizabeth tilted her head towards his hand and closes her eyes allowing herself to get lost in his touch.
"Are you alright now?" he asks, causing her to look up at him and smile, nodding.
"Why did you wear a corset after what happened last time?" Elizabeth blushed scarlet and turned her head away from Will, looking very embarrassed.
"I was nervous about what you might think of me. I wanted to look my best," she said quietly.
"That's not like you," Will replied with concern.
Elizabeth knew he was right, that was out of character. But she had heard some interesting things from the maids about what men want and what happens on wedding nights that made her worry about what Will would think of her!
"Are you nervous?" Will whispered. She out her hands on his chest, fingers played with his buttons on his jacket.
"Yes," she replied, barely audible to Will. Elizabeth pulled her husband into a hug, keeping one hand on his chest and snaking the others around his back, pulling him to her. His arms went immediately around her, one hand going into her hair. Elizabeth looked up at him with complete trust and adoration and added louder,
"But I trust you," Will smiled at her and used his other hand to stroke her face, bringing his lips down to hers. Feeling as though it were ages since they last kissed, she hungrily returned it. This time he deepened the kiss using his tongue to tease her mouth open. She moaned softly, welcoming his tongue into her mouth with her own as she gripped his clothing. Her knees buckled and his arms had to tighten their grip when she started to fall. Will held Elizabeth against him, never breaking the kiss.
After what felt like a life time, Elizabeth broke the kiss, they both hastily sucked in air.
"Elizabeth," Will breathed for no reason other than to say her name. Elizabeth bit her swollen lip then replied huskily,
"It appears you are over dressed," His dark chocolate eyes burned with desire at Elizabeth's new found boldness as she took off the white material around his neck, then took off his blue jacket. Will's heart was thundering in his chest as he watched the woman he loved undress him with a nervous smile on her angelic face.
Once he was down to a plain while shirt, she reached up and took his hair out, running her hands through it before slowing running them down his neck, over his broad shoulders, down his chest and stomach to the waistband of his trousers. She looked at them thoughtfully as she started to untuck his shirt, her hand occasionally making contact with the skin underneath.
Elizabeth felt her hands started to tremble as she untucked his shirt. She was trying not to let Will see how nervous she really was. She slowly lifted his shirt up and he lifted his arms over his head, so she could take it of. Elizabeth let the garment drop out of her hands to the floor as her hands explored this new territory. His skin was warm as her hands traced his collarbone and moved to his chest, her hands could feel his fast heartbeat and hard muscles. Elizabeth chuckled lightly and Will asked,
"What?" she looked at him with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes.
"I was just thinking, maybe you working so hard the past year wasn't all bad an idea!"
Her fingers agreed with her as they felt his stomach muscles twitch under her touch. Elizabeth could have sworn Will was blushing as he watched her face intently as she studies him.
Will raised his fingers to her shoulders, gently running his fingers under her robe. Elizabeth sighed at the contact. He grasped the robe and slowly pulled it off her petite form, letting it pool around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her nightdress. His hands ran up and down her exposed arms, elbows to wrist where her sleeves ended. The low neckline cut of her nightdress allowed Will to see the curve of her breasts. Elizabeth, being tired of just standing there, also feeling nervous under his intense gaze, whispered breathlessly,
"Will," before throwing herself at him. Her arms went around his neck while one of his lifted her slightly so could she could kiss him and the other cupped her neck. Both groaned at the contact between their heated bodies as their tongues duelled. Will broke the kiss, running his kiss along her jaw line to her ear, then down her neck, finding a sensitive spot at her collarbone where the neck and shoulder meet causing her to whimper. This caused her to start kissing his neck is return, wanting to find his weak spot. She soon found it when she started kissing the front of neck, sucking on his Adam's apple, causing him to groan loudly. He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her with amazing passion. Before Elizabeth knew they had been moving she felt her legs bump the bed. She gasped in surprise. Will moved the covers back, then, kissing Elizabeth coaxed her into the bed, getting under the covers.
