a/n: Post DMC. It's the usual confronting the kiss. Yeah, we've all read them multiple times.
"Don't touch me," the voice of William Turner was hoarse and harsh. His eyes were just as cold as his voice as he looked away from the only woman he loved. He turned away sharply, rising from the seat he was in and away from the hand that lightly gripped his shoulder. He couldn't stand even being in the same area as her for now. He was betrayed and heart broken, unsure of what he was feeling anymore. Numb was the single way he could describe his emotions.

Her brown eyes seemed darker than usual as a strong mixture of emotions all smacked her at once. "William," her voice shook as she choked back each one of her sobs. "Wh-what di-did… I-I do…?" Her own voice was hoarse and hurt, yet still somewhat soft. She followed his walking figure with her eyes and curled up in the chair she resided in. Why did her life have to change so much in such little time? Not even last week, she was standing in her wedding dress and prepared to trade her last name of Swann for Turner. Now, she was still a Swann and her only love currently hated her.

Turning before he left, he spoke in the same deep, harsh voice. "I saw you." When outside of the hut that belonged to Tia Dalma, he shook his head. "How could you, Elizabeth? I can't believe you…" he had inaudibly whispered as his brown eyes connected with the mucky river water. The whole day had been a living hell for him to recall. Not only that day, but this whole adventure of chasing Jack. He was tricked onto The Flying Dutchman by Captain Jack Sparrow, he received lashings for something his father also took part of, he finally met his father but ended up having to leave him behind, and when he was finally with his love, she ripped his heart out. He shook his head and slammed his hand on the railing that he leaned against. To think the whole situation was because of someone he counted as a true friend.

The female, Elizabeth, stood in utter misunderstanding and confusion. He saw her? She let out a loud gasp and ran into the personal room she was supplied with. Cramping styled for the two night stay in Tia Dalma's hut. The voodoo lady put most of the crew in one large room but William fought to make sure Elizabeth had her own room. Tia did so, but also allowed Will to stay with her. As she thought of William's words, it had all connected. Will saw the kiss she gave to their notorious Captain Jack Sparrow. The faces of the remaining crew members were rigid and disheartened: everyone knew what had happened.

One crew member and Jack's first mate, Mr. Gibbs, moved out towards the figure of William Turner. "William, yeh shoul' go talk to 'er," Mr. Gibbs heard him sigh in uncertainty. "She still loves yeh." He continued with his voice soft. Everyone could see that Elizabeth still loved him, even if the action she provided proved differently. Mr. Gibbs didn't understand why William wouldn't just talk to the girl. There were always possibilities of the relationship forming to how it once was. Sure, old Gibbs was just a pirate but he did know Elizabeth as a little 12 year old lass. Not to mention he also met Will at the same time. Will shook his head with complete doubt. "No. She kissed him, she kissed Jack Sparrow. She loves him, not me." He protested with a still sour voice.

She was crying. For the first time in the longest time, Elizabeth Swann was crying! She was a strong woman and emotions didn't take over her this easily. But there was a very good reason: the only man she will and would ever love hated her. Her shoulders shook as she hid her tears and sobs into the thin pillow. She didn't know what to do anymore. She hated Jack Sparrow, excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow with everything in her. She didn't know how to tell Will that the kiss meant nothing to her. But, that was not the complete truth. Sparrow tested her curiosity and it got the best of her. She needed to speak to William. Elizabeth wanted him to come in: come in and hold her, kiss her, tell her everything was fine. Of course, she knew everything wasn't fine. Everything was anything but fine. How could everything be fine when she promised to help assist finding the man who ruined her whole life?

Will wanted to go in there; he wanted to know why she did it. Why she deceived him and kissed Jack. Jack Sparrow of all men! Will knew of his history in Tortuga and all over the world. A scowl crossed Will's figures, slamming his fist down onto the railing once more. Gibbs just watched. "Go, mate, yeh need to talk to 'er." Mr. Gibbs spoke as he studied Will's eyes. "I promise yeh, she still loves yeh. Don't yeh trust me, Turner? I'm sure yeh don' remember, but I was there when our lil Miss Swann found yeh floatin' in the water." Will turned his gaze towards the older man before making his decision. Hesitantly and halfheartedly, Will entered the given hut once more.

Her sobs were echoing all through the small cabin. Many crew members sent Will a cold look telling him to go calm her. The younger male caught all the looks and took a minute before the sobs rang out once more. It pained Will to hear it, but he felt the ache from deception. Taking in a deep breath, he slowly moved towards the room he shared with the female he cared for. Even if he was facing heartache, he'd forever care for her. "I didn't mean to!" Elizabeth did not notice Will's presence as she complained and cried into her pillow. "I killed him… and now the only one I love hates me! It's like I'm killing two men at the same time…" her words passed the pillows and painfully into Will's ears. She had killed the notorious Jack Sparrow? Was that even possible? He shook his head to come back to watching the feeble Elizabeth.

Will did not hate her. He would constantly love Elizabeth, even if she didn't feel the same in return. It wasn't possible for Will to teach his heart to hate the woman he loved since their first meeting as a grungy twelve year old. With a soft sigh, Will entered the room fully. "Elizabeth, who did you kill?" He questioned though he had already connected each piece towards her sentence. His voice was a lot calmer compared to earlier. He moved slowly towards Elizabeth, his eyes comforting in contrast to the environment. Elizabeth gasped in shock, rising to a sitting position. "Will," she barely whispered. She made a futile attempt to straighten up. Her usually full and curly blonde hair stuck roughly to her neck and had smoothed into a nasty straight. Humidity killed any person's hair. Her eyes were shallow from the twenty minutes of crying. Her lips were cracked and dry, even when she liked them to add a little moisture. Her clothing which she stole from her Will was raggedy and too loose for her already thin body.

"I…" Elizabeth paused a moment as she went to explain on who she killed. She could not connect her eyes with Will, so she just kept looking downward. It was too painful for the known fact she caused him heartache. Her fingers folded around the pillow that sat on her lap. Elizabeth sat next to her on the small cot, egging her to speak. "I… killed…" She couldn't even speak all that well in fear. Part of her feared that if she told Will who she killed, he'd hate her even more. "I killed Jack." She finally blurted and buried her face into her hands. She did not care that Will watched her and sat next to her. Elizabeth knew Will was in pain and she couldn't stand it anymore. There was nothing more she could say. She was sick of living the pirate life. She was sick of those wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates! All except for one particular pirate, of course. That one special pirate was the William Turner who sat beside her.

"You said he elected to stay behind," Will spoke up before Elizabeth gave her explanation. Though, Will completely knew different now. She shook her head and her honey hair fell across her face. "The Kraken was after him… I kne-I knew that so there was only one way to make him stay…" Her voice grew particularly quiet and hesitant to speak. Will watched with nervous eyes after brushing the hair from Elizabeth's face. "All along the adventure… He was dreadfully flirtatious… and, sorrowfully, I flirted in return…" She kept her face hidden away from Will. "I knew what he wanted… he longed to kiss me. That was the only way I figured he'd stay with the Pearl." She bit her lip as she curled into half a ball. "I chained him… I chained him to the Pearl." Her shoulders began to quiver once more from holding back the sobs.

Will, nervously, wrapped his arms over Elizabeth's shoulders and pulled her caringly to his chest. Putting all the words together, he could hardly believe what he had heard. He was in love with a killer. Before his thought went on any further, Elizabeth spoke up with a muffled voice. "I did it… I did it for us…" She began to cry freely into his torso. "It wanted him… not us… It was the only- only way… to shelter our future… together…" She felt Will's grip strengthen around her body as her face warmed into Will's muscular chest. "You saw me kiss him… did- didn't you?" She questioned uncomfortably to be sure. She bit her lip as she glanced up at the handsome man that held onto her firmly. She missed when things were just like this. The two would spend long nights on the beach and stare at the stars in each others arms. She shut her eyes as the memory flooded back to mind.

Elizabeth tightened her grip on William's large hand in contrast to her small one. "Will! Come on! You know how much I love the sunset!" She giggled as the male followed after her quickly. They had been courting for five months times and their relationship was wonderful. "Oh, calm down, my Elizabeth," Will called to the female a few steps before him. When the two came to the spot of their usual meetings, Elizabeth quickly fell to the ground and rested her legs straight forward. Will looked down at her with a slight frown but recovered when she grasped his hand and pulled her down beside her. He did as instructed and sat right beside his love. Elizabeth unconsciously scooted closer to Will and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Will responded by pulling Elizabeth onto his lap and had a firm grip across her middle. A bright smile crossed her lips as she relaxed onto the comforting chest. "William, this is such a pretty scene…" her voice was dreamy as she stared out at the water that brimmed the ocean. The yellow, gold, and oranges all combined to the perfect sunset. "Well, love, you can come out here and watch it whenever you want. Port Royal is open to you since your father is the Governor." Will responded in a soft return. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder towards Will before turning slightly.

Elizabeth had turned, her knees gripping at Will's waist and placed two hands on his chest. "Even if that's the case, I might not get to always see the sunset with the single man I love," her voice was soft and eyes half shut, back facing the sunset. Will couldn't resist smirking and gently held onto Elizabeth by her hips. "Who might that be? Your father?" Elizabeth's eyes flew open by the sarcasm supplied by William. "William Turner!" She smacked his chest with one hand and turned, falling onto his back with a thud. Her arms crossed her chest as a scowl formed across her pretty features. Will shifted slightly and bright his chin to rest on her shoulder, lips close to her ears. "I love you, Lizzie," he barely whispered and placed a soft kiss at the little skin revealed by Elizabeth's dress.

She couldn't resist the wide grin that crossed her lips as the words were whispered to her. It wasn't often that Elizabeth accepted being called 'Lizzie', but William was the single exception. "Sure you do," she tried to sound angry. "Too bad you're faced with a single love." She stood sharply and walked off, hiding the bright smile that crossed. Will let out a soft chuckle and stood, brushing the sand off his trousers. "Miss Swann, I must beg you to come to a stop," his voice was unheard to the marching female. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Will jogged at a quick pace before rounding his arms to her waist. She let out a rather loud squeak before falling comfortable to Will's chin resting against her shoulder.

With one hand, Will slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers and left it there for a moment. "My dear Lizzie, I have a question," he whispered into her neck and kept his grip tight around her middle. "Yes, William?" She questioned in return, enjoying his warm breath against her pale neck. A kiss befell to her neck and she let out a soft sigh. "Elizabeth… There is no woman I could love more than I do for you. I have always doubted the possibility for a man at my label of a mere blacksmith to truly love a beauty of a governess such as you. Your father has allowed us to court for the past five months and there is still no doubt of my love for you," he paused his whispering to her neck. Elizabeth watched Will somewhat before making any sort of reply. "Elizabeth Swann," he paused once more to bring his hand from his pocket, something hiding within his fist, and rested it to her middle once more. "Will you marry me?" He opened his hand to reveal a silver band with wording incrusted around the lining. A small diamond was placed precisely in the middle. "I know I'm just a mere blacksmith, but if you truly marry me… I will do all that I can to make sure you have the best life you can possibly have," his words were rushed as Elizabeth gazed adoringly at the ring.

When she was making no reply, Will figured the response would be a no. After a few minutes of Will uttering apologizes, she responded. "Oh god, William, of course I will! Yes, yes, yes…" She repeated as tears welded into her eyes. "There is no man I could ever love more than you. I love you even more than I love my own blood father…" Many found it hard for a woman to love a man more than her own father, but she did. Her arms swung around Will's neck and her face buried into his chest. "Will, you won't believe how happy I am. You make me feel so special unlike any other man." Elizabeth responded in a muffled tone. "You're so caring and you do not lie to me. Ever since our first meeting at the young age of twelve, I had loved you. Tis a shame that my true emotions never came out until five months ago." Her eyes were shut tight and she clung onto him like she was about to die. "I know I do not have all the money of the world, but I will be sure to buy you everything you will ever want." Will placed his cheek to Elizabeth's hair, gently rubbing her back in a soothing manner. "I am already saving up to buy a small house on the skirts of town. I know the house is not…" He was cut off by Elizabeth's lips attacking his own.

"How many times must I tell you that money means nothing to me?" She whispered into Will's lips, her hazel eyes connecting with his dark brown ones. "All I ever need in my life is you, Will. I don't care if we have to live in the smithy… all I care for is you." Those simple words brought tears to his eyes and he gently kissed Elizabeth. "You're too wonderful, love. How come you are so perfect in contrast to every other woman I know in this world?" His words were sincere and his smile showed how truthful his emotions were. Elizabeth couldn't suppress the small giggle. "I am not perfect. I am just the daughter to a governor. I do not even act as one, according to Father. But no matter what, I am not perfect." Her reply was soft while her head rested to Will's chest once more. Silence fell between them as they watched the still setting sunset in each other's arms.

Will nodded unhappily to Elizabeth's former question but still held his grip firm around her. Elizabeth sighed as she rounded his chest with her own small arms. Her crying slowed before she went to speak once more. "I'm so sorry Will," she whispered, glancing upward faintly. "It was the onl- it was the only way to get him in that position…" She felt Will's shoulders shift when she ran her hand down his back. "I'm sorry…" She looked Will in the eyes. They were lighter in difference to previously. They were a lot lighter than the near black color they were whenever he was angered. They had returned to their natural dark brown state as Will kept his eyes connected with Elizabeth's. His mouth was open slightly as he tried to think of what to say. Oh how Elizabeth longed for a kiss from him, but she knew it wouldn't occur at the moment. There was still a tension between them, fraying as they spoke softly to solve everything.

Will ran one hand against Elizabeth's arm then rested there to bring her closer to him. "I didn't mean to pain you, William… it was only thing I could think of…" She looked up to see his eyes had become compassionate and tranquil in difference to them numerous hours before. They were full of love and compassion, also understanding. She traced Will's facial features sympathetically with her fingers. She slowly traced his jaw line, lips, and cheeks. "I'm so sorry…" Her voice was a meager murmur. Will still made no response so she believed he had hated her. Though, apart of her lacked that belief. If he hated her, she wouldn't be resting on top of his lap and her hand wouldn't be against his face. If he did abhor her, she would be all alone in this room and sitting here to sulk with her disturbed emotions.

His grasp tightened and brought her even closer to him. The pain that still occupied her eyes was killing him. Had she forgotten that Will was a forgiving man? Her words were so sincere to her heart that he had learned to forgive. No, he hadn't forgiven completely but he had forgiven her enough for his own good. Call it the fact that love drove him crazy. Will softly grasped Elizabeth's hand into his own, lowering his lips to hers. This was the single moment both had wanted to do since they returned to Tia's hut for a second time. A soft sigh escaped from Will's lips before he unwillingly pulled away. When a smile crossed his lips, he kept his lips close to Elizabeth's. "Some thing my mother," his voice was soft as he spoke up, "and you both taught me while growing up," he stole another pleasant kiss "was to forgive and forget, love." It was complicated to overlook the happening, but Will had forgiven. Many would come to the thought 'She deceived him for another man. A pirate, at that!' but when you have a heart like William's, forgiveness is something that is used.

Elizabeth had a large grin on her lips. She was scarcely able to believe that Will had forgiven her so quickly. If she had been in his position, she would have never forgiven so easily. Actually, she would. She loved him all too much to feel hatred long like that. She bit her lower lip and let out a soft sigh. The conversation felt like that of a dream and once she woke up, he would loathe her for the rest of their lives. "I love you, William Turner," she whispered, cupping his cheeks into her petite hands. This was the man she would forever love. She didn't care if anything ever tried to separate them, they would always find their way around it. That happened many times through their long relationship. "I love you more than you will ever know…" She wrapped her arms around his chest once more, cheek resting to his strong torso and a few tears sliding down her dirty yet pale cheeks.

Will kissed her forehead tenderly as he cradled her body close to his own. "And I love you, my Elizabeth." He scarcely whispered before the silence fell comfortably between them. For the first time in months, the world felt entirely serene and right. A few faces hid behind the door way, wide grins plastered to their faces knowing that the two lovers had forgiven and were now back to their former stature. The lovers lacked a care for the fact they were being watched and that they were in a back room to a voodoo princess' hut, all they cared for was the person they hugged onto.