Longing - Will pov
How is it that he can close his eyes and still feel her in his arms? Can still see her eyes, dark with desire and luminous with love? Can still hear her low moans and tiny cries as they'd lost themselves in each other? Can still hear her breathing hitch at the slow, searing kisses he'd pressed to every inch of her body? Can still feel her skin, so soft and warm and smooth, beneath his hands?
His throat gets tight with longing and desperation as he grips the Dutchman's rail. How is it that he can still taste her?
Remembering - Elizabeth pov
Pulling on Will's shirt, she breathes in his lingering scent, eyes falling closed. Tilting her head back, she allows her hands to wander, feeling the soft fabric like a caress against her palms as they move down her body. She lifts one hand to skim her fingers over the line of her throat, following a path to the swell of her breast.
She remembers how she'd guided his hand the exact same way as they'd sat in the heated darkness of the Interceptor's hold. She remembers his warm, rough touch on her moist skin, shivers at the memory.
... blacksmith's hands.