DISCLAIMER:: CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, PotC AND ALL OF ITS CHARACTERS ARE NOT IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN. I ONLY OWN WHAT I WRITE. NOT WILL OR ELIZABETH. OR ANY OTHER PotC CHARACTER. OR THE ODD LINE THAT I THROW IN.
Chapter One :: Beginnings and Endings
Elizabeth Turner approached Will. This was what she had dreamed of since she had been old enough to know what happened on a wedding night. Sure, it was on a beach at sunset instead of on a big bed, but she wanted this. She knew Will wanted this too. His eyes glowed with a firey passion that had not been there before. He ran to her, touching his lips to hers. She undid her sword belt and let it drop, eager to keep her mouth locked with his. He fumbled with his belt, so her hands reached out to help him. Too late she realized it was a trick, meant to bring her closer to him.
Will moved his hands, the belt falling, and she touched the place where his clothes covered his very male spot. It pushed her fingers back as it hardened and elongated. Then he was dragging her behind a rock, smothering her with kisses. He pulled his pants down as she pulled her dress up, exposing herself to him. She broke away from their kiss, needing to say what was on her mind before she was lost in passion.
"Will," she breathed, "I love you."
"I love you too Elizabeth."
He brought his mouth back to hers, this time pushing his tongue between her lips. They lay on the sand, unaware of anything but each other. A moment passed, then another. Elizabeth thought that she would die of need if they did not do what they had set out for. She moved her hand, exploring his chest, which was heavily muscled from all of his years as a blacksmith's apprentice. He shivered, his male part getting harder still, and pulled down his underclothes. She undid the ties to her breeches, and was lost to the world of her fantasies.
Will slid into her the way a sword would slide into a well-made scabbard. She shivered with the intensity of her feelings and laughed. She was free. Free to do what she pleased with Will. Free from the scrutiny of society, from the burden she had born since the day she had realized her love. They rolled in the sand, their bodies intertwined. Then he was on top, and moving. Up, down, up, down. With each thrust, she felt more alive.
She felt something else inside of her, like a liquid that was moving farther inside of her. She knew not what it was, and suddenly Will went limp. He pulled out and they just lay there, her not understanding, and him with a look of understanding too much. She had been only a baby when her mother had died, and so she had never learned about any of the finer parts of a wedding night, aside from the fact that there was sex.
Will stood, looking at the sky.
"Nearly sunset." He commented, still not looking at her.
"Does this mean goodbye?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"This means goodbye Elizabeth. Mrs. Turner. My wife."
"No!"
She grabbed one of his boots, moving away from him. He was already starting to fix his clothes. Why wasn't he looking at her? It was the last they would see of each other for ten years, and yet, he acted as if he didn't care. He cast a shadow over her as he approached, fully clothed except for the article she was holding.
"I'm going to need the other one."
She didn't want him to leave, not yet, not now. Instead of giving it to him, she put his boot on and knelt on a rock. She was going to make him work for it. He came forward and bent down, kissing up her leg as he removed the boot.
"Look for the green flash." He said, and then he was gone.