Hello everyone! To those following my other POTC stories with my OC Abigail and James Norrington...surprise! I'll be bringing them back in these short little stories based around their life after they leave the ship (I mean, they can't stay on there forever, think of the barnacles).

So, just for you, here's a short preview of what IS to come in the first chapter. Enjoy!

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She stood with her back to him, facing the bed and her hands wrapped around her waist. He could hear her heavy breathing and see the way her entire body shook with excitement, expectation and nerves.

He came to stand behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He grasped her hair in his hands and carefully parted it over one shoulder.

His head bent low and rested against the side of hers. With restrained and practised ease, his hands came round and began to unlace the front of her dress. Abigail didn't offer to help him, but moved her arms back to the sides and gripped his forearms, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

"Three Months." He whispered as the ribbon fell away. He pulled the item back and down and she reluctantly let go as he slid it off of her arms.

"Three Months. One week," his hands made quick work with the tie to her top skirt, "And two days."

The heavy skirt fell to the floor quicker than she thought possible.

She turned her head to him.

"I'm sorry-" He silenced her with a brief and commanding kiss as he began to pull at the ribbon of her light petticoat.

"I've missed you," He said as he finally pulled away and began to plant kisses over her face and neck, "your eyes. Your laugh. Your smell."

As the fabric of her petticoat fell to the floor also, he dropped to his knees and held her hips in a firm grip. She felt his hands pull up the fabric of her blouse and she gasped at the exposure.

"Hello, old friend." He muttered before he pulled her back and keeping a tight grip, bit her on her left cheek.

"JAMIE," She tried to turn and push his hands away, "We've talked about this!"

When one of his hands moved and grasped her firmly in between her legs, she cried out at the pressure she'd so sorely missed.

"No, no. you don't get to yell at me, I'm still mad at you and this is punishment." He carefully begun to rub torturous circles using his palm and fingers as he kissed and bit her playfully on the same cheek.

She leaned back and grasped at his arms again for the support, especially when his fingers finally parted her folds and felt her wetness.

He growled behind her and purposefully curved his fingers against her before retreating, spreading her wetness over her as he gently dragged his fingertips over her bundle of nerves.

She clutched at him and began to shake.

"Jamie, please, I can't stand up anymore."

He could feel her breaking beneath his fingers, her legs ready to give way. He stopped his ministrations and she whimpered as he stood, his hands trailed upwards, underneath her shirt and both cupping her breasts.

He leant in again, close to her ear and just held her.

"Off."

She understood and raised her arms up as he pulled off her blouse, flinging it halfway across the room. He didn't return to touching her the same as he was doing instead placing his hand flat against her back.

"Crawl onto the bed for me. Lie down and turn your face against the pillow."

She obediently did as she was told and turned her face, watching him from over her shoulder. He began to undress with haste and soon, his clothes joined hers on the floor.

He paused for a moment as he looked down at her, the window now being the only source of light as the moon came out from behind the clouds.

"Bathed in the moonlight." He whispered before leaning over and crawling to join her on the bed.

He steadied himself when he reached her but instead of lying flush against her, he diverted and laid beside her instead, looking into her wide eyes.

"Don't say anything. Not yet."

His hand came out and began to stroke her with the familiar tenderness that made her want to cry out. She'd missed his touch. His loving embrace.

He traced her shoulders and back, his hand splaying flat in some places as she dipped and curved. He cupped her cheek where he had bitten her playfully and drew his hand back up again.

She raised her head from the pillow and looked at him. He wasn't just feeling her body for pleasure. He was making sure she was beneath him.

"Jamie."

Her hand came out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to her so her lips could claim his.

She knew, whatever he had planned for her 'punishment' would have to wait. Their hands began to roam and she turned herself to press herself flush with his body, James eagerly responding.

They spent an hour, slowly getting reacquainted and making love. They were slow, calm and heated. They brought one another to the brink and back down again.

They praised one another's bodies with their lips, their hands and every fibre of their being.

When they both had called out the names of the other and began to slow back down, James pulled her close to him holding her in his arms as his face buried into the top of her head.

Her arms rested themselves between their torso's and she splayed her hands flat against his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her. Her brain eventually caught up with the rest of her and she remembered something.

"Jamie," she pulled her head back to look up at him as he reluctantly loosened his grip, "I left food downstairs."

She couldn't quite make out his face when only the moonlight shining in through the window was the greatest source of light, but his tone spoke volumes.

"I'm not finished with your punishment yet."

"This was a punishment? That explains why my legs feel like jelly," she switched tones to match his, stern and formidable, "YOU have to eat and keep your strength up."

Jamie's arms loosened around her and she felt his hands fall to her hips.

"Yes, that is technically true. But then, so do you," he shifted her suddenly and rolled on top of her, pressing her back into the soft mattress, "you are not permitted to leave this bed until I return."

The kiss he gave her was supposed to leave her breathless and quivering beneath him, but she defiantly lifted her chin.

"Oh? And what are you going to do to stop me?"

She could see his wide smile from above. He had missed their bedroom banter.

"If you don't behave, I may have to tie you down with my belt."

Abigail felt a strange and familiar heat in her stomach that spread lower and she arched into him as she spoke.

"That's a good incentive to disobey you. Will you keep your promise?"

Jamie actually growled. She'd heard him growl many times before but tonight, as he lay on top of her and she wiggled beneath him, she felt the growl deep from within him.

Suddenly with that familiar quickness he had, he rolled off of her and out of the bed. He skilfully landed on his feet and marched out of the room, completely naked and muttering something about 'woman'.

Abigail watched him and waited until she heard him creak loudly down the stairs. She sat up and swung her feet out of the bed.

She made quick work in the bedside table, reaching for the candle and its holder and the match she kept there. As she lit the wick, she smiled to herself.

'I want to see his face.' She thought of how, when they made love in the shadows of the night, she'd longed to see his face as he came unbroken with her.

As she walked back around the other side of the bed to meet him at the door, she found the squeaky floorboard and pressed her bare feet against the wood, leaning into it and prolonging the satisfying creak it let out.

Jamie called from downstairs.

"I can hear you moving up there."

Abigail just smiled, even though she knew he couldn't see it.

"Better get the belt then," she spotted it lying on the floor a couple of feet from her, "Commodore."

The silence that met her for a few heartbeats was just as satisfying as the sudden growl he let out.

"Wench!"

Quickly, as she heard his feet start up the stairs again, she scooped up the belt and pulled its length between her hands and firmly grasping the smooth end and the buckle.

He rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway. They both stared at one another.

Her with his belt in her hands and he, holding a small glass of water.

Her heart fluttered wildly. Even when ready to let his passion take over, he would still consider her first.

The candlelight helped a lot. She stared into his eyes as he looked between her and the belt. He wanted her. He was hungry and he wanted her, but she also saw that hesitation in his face. He didn't want to push her too far.

"If you want me to stop, you must tell me. Understand?"

She gave him an encouraging smile and nod.

"Yes. Jamie, yes."

Satisfied by her reply, he took a mouthful of the water in the glass before setting it down on the floor, out of the way.

Without saying another word he walked towards her and she could already tell what he planned to do. Taking her face in his hands, he pressed his lips down to hers and she parted her lips, letting the water flow into her mouth. She drank it all and neither of them cared when some spilt out and fell between them.

She felt a trickle fall from down her chin, over her neck and onto one of her breasts. Jamie pulled back and greedily licked the path as if he was parched. His mouth came over her nipple and suckled furiously as she grasped onto his shoulders, forgetting about the belt until it was pressed taut against him.

He pulled back and stood straight up, his hands grabbing hers.

"Are you ready?" He pressed his forehead to hers and she felt his hot breath against her skin.

She was taking deep breaths and was unable to form any more words, her mind currently going into overdrive when his fingers splayed over the leather of the belt.

She nodded and watched him draw back, her hands still in his grasp.

Carefully, he held her hands in place and began to thread and loop his belt around her wrists. They were not tight, but she could feel his own hands shaking silently as he pulled the end through the buckle. Finally, his hands left her and she opened her clenched fists, twisting and turning in the confines of the belt. She was secure, but he'd left her space to be comfy.

Her hands then splayed out flat against his chest and they looked into one another's eyes, unsure of what to do next.

"I can feel your heart beating as fast as mine."

He smiled at her and stooped low again as he moved forward. She understood what he wanted and looped her bound hands behind his neck. His hands came around and cupped her buttocks, pulling her forwards. As he kissed her, they both couldn't contain their laughter as she hopped up and entwined her legs around his hips, Jamie stumbling forward in surprise and allowing the momentum to carry them back until his legs hit the bed.

He eased her down and they both refused to let go of one another, clinging to one another. If they were to drown, they would sink fast below the waves and lay at the bottom still entwined.