An eventful day at Port Royal

Author: MBFC
Summary: How exactly does Commodore Norrington spend his days when he is not off chasing pirates?
Rating: M
Pairing(s): You/Norrington
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Commodore Norrington, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner, Lt. Gillette, Lord Beckett, Mercer, Davy Jones.
Notes: These are a random collection of drabbles from my part. Although it follows the timeline backwards from midnight till morning this does not imply that this happened in fact during one day. The story is settled before, during and after the first and second movie.
Disclaimer: I don not make money out of this story.

"Thoughts"/ "Speech"

Port Royal – Midnight – Deserted bay…

"Please James…" You give him your best pout and blink at him with a hint of playfulness in your eyes. Running your hands over his uniform playing shyly with the buttons, "It will be very entertaining…"

From him you receive his 'I do not tolerate nonsense' face, which he usually saves for his soldiers, or the pirates that he deals with during the day. Rolling your eyes at him, you take his strong, rough hands a pull him towards the beach. He relents, and allows you to lead him to the beach. Surely, something about the suggestion you have made earlier that evening must have intrigued him.

Uncertainly, he stops next to you just before the shoreline. The setting sun painting different silvery colours in the sand, and vibrant colours in the sky. A cool sea breeze plays with your hair as you turn around to face him. A playfully seductive smile dances across your face and sets a sparkle in your eyes. The Commodore's eyes subtly burn into yours never letting on his true emotions but you know in your heart that you are going to get him this night, you are sure of it.

"Sit." You purr at him, gently, but forcefully pushing against his chest, urging him gently to sit on the cool, damp sand. You watch the sun reflect in her eye like an evening fire…how it glows off his tanned skin. He is even more handsome without his powdered wig…

"I will get dirty." He protests towards you and refuses to sit down. You better get dirty. You think in the back of your mind. Playfully, you kick a bit of sand on his boot…

"Really James you can be such a spoilsport," Sighing, you let yourself fall seductively down in the sand onto your back making a sand-angel. The feeling of the cool sand beneath you sends shivers down your spine. This man has just not had that much fun to even know how to have fun. Your dark hair spreads about your face like a soft frame, and your eyes look up into his…

"What are you doing?" He asks with a confused look on his face. Is he just playing with your emotions? Or is he slowly, ever so slowly, seducing you and he isn't even aware of it? You laugh lightly, your eyes sparkling with mirth.

"For someone how has travelled the world and the seven sea's extensively, you can be mighty ignorant." You hold out your hand to him for the last time hoping that he takes it this time. He doesn't…

"I am not ignorant…" He says with an undignified tone , "I have a reputation to keep up."

"Couldn't you have left it at the Interceptor this evening?" You giggle as you see the look of sheer outrage on his face, "…Perhaps not?" I'll bet you have a reputation to keep up… I'll bet you do… You slyly grin at the lightly enraged man. He is so handsome when he gets mad.

He turns on his heel and takes a step back to the house. Somehow, you manage to grab hold of his foot and he falls face first into the soft sand. A string of words that would make any pirate blush issues from his mouth as he goes down. Giggling even more, you watch the wind blow his brown hair into his face. Commodore Norrington gives you a sneering look which is absolutely useless since his face is covered with sand and hair. As he turns on his back, and starts to brush the sand off of his face, you crawl seductively over to him. "And now, my dear Commodore, a small lesson in the art of seduction…" You whisper in his ear after lightly nipping on the lobe. Slowly and temptingly, you move over his body to straddle his lap triumphantly, wiggling your hips seductively as you pull a wickedly funny face at him.

"Really woman, what if one of the crewmembers passes by, what would they think." James leans on his hands and manages to get his face only inches away from you. You can feel his breath on your face. You move your hips suggestively against his letting him know that you are serious.

"Well, they will think that you are a lucky man Commodore Norrington. Although I do fear that they won't recognize you with all this sand covering your handsome face." Leaving him to groan as an answer as he falls back down in the sand and you realize that you have one this part of the game.

You turn on his lap so that you back is his face and start to unbuckle his shoes and remove those hideously ridiculous white stockings. While you are working on undressing him leaving his trousers ,of course, still on , you feel his hands sneaking up your sides and going for the buttons on your dress. You feel him begin to undo them one by one making you shiver in anticipation, but not so quickly.

"What about your reputation?" You say while you smack his hands away teasingly. "You wicked man." Squirming a bit against him as your tongue runs over your lips.

"You do not care about my reputation," He says while putting his hands back on your sides. You smile at the feel of them running tantalizingly up and down you sides. This man was a fast learner in the art of seduction. "I do so care about your reputation, my love, I honestly do," you reply with mock sincerity letting your breath run over his face…your lips inches from his parting temptingly.

"Hmmhm." Ignoring his comments, you turn around to undress him from the top, "Why does this wretched thing have some many buttons." Wishing that you had a knife to cut them loose as your hands work on the many buttons of his frock.

"Preventing British Naval Personal from being ravaged by adventures young ladies." You can hear the laughter in his voice ,as you look him in the eye.

"I thought it was to keep them save from pirates like, let's say Captain Jack Sparrow." Giving your best imitation of the seemingly always drunk pirate that has gotten your Commodore into an awful mood lately.

"Ha…" You kiss him quickly to prevent the mood from going sour, and before he can retort with his stupid logical thinking. Letting your tongue ever so lightly brush over his upper lip before resuming your task of getting the damned frock off.

"Do you not think it would be easier if I did the undressing?" The logical response comes.

"Is my Commodore getting a little impatient?" You quirk one eyebrow at him as you finally manage to get his frock open groaning loudly when you find another shirt underneath it. "I see why you did not want to come is there even a hint of skin beneath all these clothes."

"Why do you not find out?" He puts his hands behind his head ,and lays back down with a small content smirk on his face.

"Aha…some skin at last…" Triumphantly you raise your hands above your head but not before you have reached for his hat and have put it on your head, "I have conquered the great Commodore."

"That is enough…" You manage to dodge his arms as he reaches for the hat clearly not amused anymore, "I will not have you mock me."

"I am truly sorry could you forgive me." Your voice has turned seducing and sweet as you reach behind your back to open your dress and letting it slowly slide down to your waist. The orange sun shines on your lightly tanned skin, and reflects the lust now burning in your eyes.

His eyes immediately turn towards the thin chemise that you wear underneath you dress. Unconsciously he is licking his lips as he unfolds his arms from underneath his head.

"Is that a yes?" You watch his hands slowly sliding up your still covered calves leaving a tingling sensation behind as you brace your hands on his chest.

"Yes." His eyes still lingering on your breasts.

Letting his hands wander underneath your dress, you allow him to almost reach your hips before leaning forwards and kissing him passionately. After the kiss ,you get back to your feet and let the dress fall down towards your feet and you playfully kick it into his direction.

Leaving him behind slightly bewildered and in an obvious state of arousal ,you teasingly untie the laces holding the undergarment up and let it slide down your body. The cool Caribbean breeze cause your skin crawl, making your nipples hard.

Take one look back at the Commodore who is still trying to make an effort of looking dignified, you run into the ocean diving into the cool salty water. When you resurface and float in the water you watch the Commander gather his clothes and neatly pilling them before returning his attention to the ocean. Your gaze look over the finely toned body. You sense that he is still not fully convinced of this adventure, but patiently wait for him to make up his mind. He looks longingly after you as you drift in the small waves leaving some essential part of your body bare for his gaze.

Containing your laughter when you see him look around for any onlookers and muttering something under his breath with sounds a lot like, "Oh, to hell with it all." He swiftly unbuttoned his trousers and places them on top of the rest of his uniform. Letting your head rest against the water, you wait for anything to happen, but nothing happens. lazily your open one of your easy only to get startled. After some splashing your feet firmly found the ocean's floor and having Commodore Norrington laughing at you.

You splash some water into his face before disappearing underwater finding his foot and pulling it back up with you while your other foot locks behind his knee causing him to fall backwards into the water.

"Little minx." He calls after you as you swiftly swim away from him still making sure that you are not getting to far from the shore.

You laugh at him challenging him to come after you, but he stubbornly refuses to do so. Change of tactics. Again disappearing underwater, you head for his direction. Out of trained instinct, he suspects this and catches you under your arms hoisting you up from the water.

"It will not be that easy." He smirks again at you. We will see about that.

Leaning into his body ,you let your head rest against his chest listening to the beating of his heart for a moment as his hands roam of your body. For a moment ,you are content in letting him think that he has won, before swiftly ducking underneath his arms and reach around his neck from behind him.

Hoisting yourself on his back, given with the help of his hands, you fold your legs around his waist. His hands resting on your ass, digging into the firm flesh. Gods, that feels so good.

"And how is this supposed to be entertaining?" Apparently the stubborn man is still not convinced.

"Are you not entertain then?" Letting your hands roam over the hairs on his chest finding one of his nipples and playfully pinching it.

"Not really." His voice betraying him by getting a little deeper, and his breathing heavier.

"And what would entertain my dear Commodore?" You whisper into his ear before proceeding to suck on his earlobe earning you a groan from him.

"Let me think for a moment." His voice hitching a little as your right hand slides towards his belly which trembles a little. You let your hand rest there a moment, before letting it quest a bit lower. He moves a bit more…a faint signal that you might be getting your point across.

"Would it be another ship to Commandeer?" You nip at his ear again.

"Perhaps…" Letting your right leg slide down from his hip as your hand travels to replace it making lazy circles on it's way. His thighs tremble as your hand teases the area. You moan softly in his ear. Your right leg moves up and down his leg suggestively, and he gasps a bit.

"Would it be hanging a certain pirate?"

"Tempting…" His let's out a short breath. You smile wickedly as it is followed by a moan form him. His muscles in his legs twitch. You feel his hand begin to massage your arse, and you squirm a it more.

"Would it be me?" Grinding your pelvic area against his hipbone to stress your point.

"No, that is definitely not it." But his voice betrays him. I'll just bet it's not, my dear James. You eyes grow large at his comment what a saucy fellow he is. You let your other leg down over his hip, and quickly brace your hands against his chest pulling him backwards underwater.

"You are an evil man! May Davy Jones come and get you." You point your finger against him whilst glaring at him. Turning around, you find that your foot is caught on something before falling forwards into the water. Coming back up, you can hear a roaring laughter from behind you as your being pulled backwards against his chest.

"Now we are even." He whispers into your ear letting his lips caress your neck and shoulders.

Leaning your head backwards, he strokes his thumb over your lips. Sneaking out your tongue ,you taste the saltines of the ocean on his thumb. His other hands joins in the exploration of your body. From your jaw line down, they trace a slow and agonizing path to stop just short of the swelling of your breasts. His lips still caressing your neck as you clasp your hands around his neck letting your fingers slightly running through his brown hair.

"Lords, you taste good, my love," He whispers in a husky voice as he nips and sucks at the tender flesh on your neck. You moan softly, and it floats on the breeze that surrounds the both of you. As you push your hips backwards, you find him semi-erect which is rather astonishing since the water isn't all that warm. Nevertheless, you are rewarded by a groan which you can hear rumbling in his chest. He closes his eyes for a moment and your realize this is the time to get even with him for his inappropriate answer.

"James…" You purr only getting a "hmm" in return as his hands have travelled over the swell over your breasts and are currently teasing your already hard nipples, "Is that Lt. Gillete in the bushes over there."

"Hmmm…" Obviously the lack of blood in his brain has delayed his reaction time, "What?" He immediately lets go of your body and eyeballs the bush you have pointed towards suspiciously. Turning around, you let your hands wonder over his chest before gently cupping his erection, which had nearly fade with your comment, slowly rubbing it.

"Now we are even." You purr to him sweetly.

Authors Notes: Reviews are welcome and the next chapter will follow soon.