Finally finished this train-wreck of a story! I really had to push myself, so this chapter probably isn't the best. It's more of a quick wrap-up ending type thing, but whatever. I truthfully am happy this story is finished, because I really dislike it. That's not to say I don't appreciate all the reviews and support I've gotten, because I do! You guys rock! Maybe someday there will be more fics in the works, but for now...enjoy this.
M rated chapter, I tried to keep it tasteful though...even though I'm such a smut lover :P
One year later.
My dearest Elizabeth,
You lay sleeping at this present moment in time, curled up on your side facing the iridescent candle by which I am writing this letter. In your slumber, you seem to sense the suffocating heat and pull the sheet down to your waist, revealing a perfectly rounded breast, marked from the over-eager actions of my very own mouth hours before. Even as you sleep, your lips form the perfect pout that never fails to ignite my senses and cause a knot to form in the pit of my stomach.
My love, you are now probably wondering the reason for this letter. You see, as we were lying together in the afterglow of our passionate love-making earlier this eve (which, might I add, never fails to render me breathless), I could not help but be plagued with thoughts about a certain letter I wrote you years ago. You see, that letter…that horrid, cowardly, vulgar drivel is the only letter I have ever written you. I know nothing can make up for all the pain and heartache I put you through when I left, but I just wanted you to know, once more, how incredibly sorry I am. My actions almost cost us a future, and I will never, ever forgive myself for that.
My year with you and our son has been hectic and difficult, I won't deny it (who knew raising a child could be so hard?), but it has also delivered me such happiness that I thought was lost years ago. Our dear child is almost four years old, and already the budding swordsman. My heart swells with pride as I watch him play with the wooden sword I crafted for his third birthday. He will grow up to be a great man someday; I just know it. He has your blood running through his veins, after all.
Did you know that a few weeks ago he revealed to me the stories you used to tell him to help him sleep? You must know I would love nothing more for those stories to become a reality, and hope that tonight is the night that we are finally blessed with more children. I really do hope we can all live out the fantasy that little Luke adores so much.
I can feel my eyes grow heavier now with each written word, and know it is time to retire and sleep. I cannot wait to slip between the sheets and press myself into you and get lost within the depths of your warm skin. You are a picture of perfection, my darling, and I cannot tell you enough how much I adore you.
My love for you is eternal, perpetual…unyielding. Truthfully, my love for you cannot really be contained to the written word, but alas, this letter is an attempt to try. I love you, Elizabeth Turner, forever and always, no matter what. You are my everything. You are my life.
- Will
As he signed his name, Will took a moment to reflect on the past. It was eventful, to say the least. His willingness to try and make up for his wrongdoings had proved pitiful at times, such as the incident with James Norrington. But in the end, he and Elizabeth finally came to an understanding; they loved each other, they were committed, and they wanted to make it work again. They made a decision to leave Port Royal for a fresh start; to raise their son peacefully and without any backlash from the townspeople.
Elizabeth's major concern was to leave her father, and Will understood that entirely. He said that he would not be offended in the slightest if in the end she didn't want to leave. But thankfully, Weatherby, knowing the effects of all the history the young couple had in Port Royal, convinced them to make the move. He was sad and distressed to see his only child leave, but he knew they would see each other again in the future.
The journey to England was long and arduous, especially with a young child, and took many months. In the end, Will and Elizabeth chose to settle down in a quiet seaside town in Sussex, and purchased a small cottage by the sea. Will painted the exterior pure white, just the way Elizabeth always dreamed of. It took a while, but after a few months they were settled. Will had offered his services at the local Blacksmith given his experience, and eventually they had a permanent position for him.
The days were spent down at the beach with Luke, running around and playing in the waves if the weather permitted. And when Luke finally fell asleep, the nights were theirs and theirs only. On the first night in their new house, Will and Elizabeth finally consummated their new life in a fit of passion. They hadn't been with each other since conceiving Luke, and both were nervous.
Now, five months after they arrived in England and one year since they left Port Royal, Will had just finished writing his letter. He read it over a few times and smiled in approval. Folding it neatly in two and delicately writing Elizabeth's name, he set it on her bedside table. As he was cleaning the end of his quill and capping the ink pot, he heard his name and turned around to see Elizabeth sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet to her chest.
"Can't sleep?" she questioned softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes and yawning. Will apologized for waking her and pulled off his trousers, slipping back into bed beside her.
"I wrote you a letter," he murmured with a small smile, kissing the soft skin of her shoulder and gesturing to her bedside table where the letter sat, illuminated by the soft flickering candlelight.
Elizabeth reached for it and stared momentarily at the intricate scrawl of her name on the browning parchment. She smiled as she began to read, the smile soon fading into seriousness as she took in every detail. As Will stared at her face he could distinctly see tears beginning to form in her eyes. Her fingers stroked the letters forming Will's name down the bottom.
"Will…" she could hardly speak, hardly move, and merely stared into his eyes.
"I thought you deserved a proper letter. A letter you could keep and read over years from now and smile."
"Thank you," she breathed, tears dampening her cheeks. She carefully folded the letter and tenderly placed it back onto the table and moved closer to Will, "Thank you." She repeated, pressing her face into his neck. Will wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
Pulling away and letting out a calming breath, Elizabeth wiped her tear-stained cheeks and chuckled, "Such a blubbering mess." They shared a moment, their eyes piercing each other's, before Elizabeth moved closer to his warm body and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her mouth to his in a chaste kiss.
Eyes closed and sparks ignited on contact. Will trailed his hands down her back, stopping to rest on her round hips. His tongue plundered her mouth and she yielded, breaking efforts to keep the kiss innocent. It was no use. Her fingers delved into his hair, clawing and scratching at his scalp and deliberately tugging on the strands. She wanted him, and she would let him know.
They broke apart a few moments later, breathing deeply and sucking in as much air as they could. His shortness of breath was a mixture of the need for air, and arousal, and when Elizabeth laid back against the soft downy pillows, a look of seduction in her eyes, Will didn't need to be told twice. He moved between her legs and stretched out over her, his body covering hers like a blanket. Elizabeth's fingers began their exploration, moving up his arms, probing his hard muscles and numerous small scars littering his normally clear skin. She craned her neck up and bit his shoulder affectionately, sending shivers down his spine.
"My, you are restless. It is the middle of the night," it was a teasing tone that he used, a rather taunting one at that, and Elizabeth curled her lip in exasperation.
"That didn't stop you last night. Nor Saturday."
"Touché," he flashed his trademark lopsided grin and she grasped the back of his neck, pulling his face to hers and reconnecting their lips. The kiss was unhurried, languid even, and Will savoured it. He adored the feeling of her lips against his. When they kissed, it felt as if all was right with the world, that no amount of evil could ever break the euphoria. It was like a rush; a first sip of a fine wine or a first taste of chocolate, and Will intended to get lost in it for as long as he could.
As they kissed, Elizabeth's curious hand wandered between them, toying with the sprinkle of hair below Will's belly button and traveling further downwards. He pulled away and inhaled sharply at her actions, his breath caught in his throat as he willed himself not to utter a sound (or rather, a moan or any sign of enjoyment), as he did not want to wake Luke. It was undeniably difficult, as Elizabeth's fingers continued to taunt him so.
After a while he could stand it no more, so he reached for her wrists and pinned them by her head, preventing any more movement…or mischief. She pouted up at him, unrelenting in her pursuits to make him moan; now using her legs to taunt. Her toes stroked up and down his calves, curling and even reaching as high as his backside. Will countered with his lips to her breasts, kissing and sucking the supple skin and causing her to writhe beneath him. Fresh love bites joined the ones created earlier that evening, and Elizabeth let out an involuntary moan.
Pressing his lips to her neck, he uttered, "You little minx."
"Oh shut up and make love to me," she hissed through clenched teeth.
Although it was a whisper, it sounded more like a shout in their bedroom that dripped with silence. The words reverberated around the room and Will hazily gave in. He feared what would happen to him if he did not obey. When Elizabeth wanted something, she got it, no questions asked.
Freeing her wrists from their human irons, Will shifted and positioned himself comfortably atop his wife, who parted her thighs to accommodate him. She breathed in deeply as he entered her, eyes closing as the time of night caught up with her. Will pressed his forehead against hers, and they kissed, softly, slowly, lying still for the time being and savoring the exquisite feeling of being at one with each other. As Elizabeth opened her eyes a moment later, she was met with Will's amorous gaze that pierced her whole being, leaving her with a strong sense of security and warmth pooling at her center. She never wanted to leave the comfort of his embrace.
"I love you…" It was a mere tiny whisper, the three words that left Elizabeth's pouted lips, but at the same time it was profoundly passionate and sensuous. Will repeated the sentiments with equal fervor and began his slow, gentle movements, allowing a pace that Elizabeth could match with ease. Though she enjoyed this tender, deliciously agonizing style of lovemaking, Elizabeth wanted, and needed, more. Her hips bucked against him, urging him on with great enthusiasm. Fingers clawed at his back and eventually found their way to his head, tangling in his hair, a few strands sticking to the back of his neck. He could have sworn he heard her growl 'faster', buried deep beneath pants and groans of pleasure.
During the midst of their lovemaking, Will opened his eyes and stared lovingly at Elizabeth. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shut, and one hand gripped the surrounding sheets while the other squeezed his upper arm. With each thrust he made, her face contorted and a quiet gasp slipped out, her mouth open in a small smile. The sight caused a tremor to run down his spine and a knot to form in the pit of his stomach as he reveled in the fact that he, and only he, would ever see her in such a wild, unrestrained, passionate state. She was truly mesmerizing.
"Will…" He was startled out of his fantasies by the mention of his name and a hand on his cheek. A sigh was muffled as he kissed the palm of her hand tenderly, every nerve ending in his body on fire as he struggled to stay composed and to listen to her.
"Please, do something for me…"
"Anything."
"I…. I need more pressure. Lift yourself up, towards me. That's it…oh…" Will obliged and pushed himself up higher. Her neck was exposed as she tilted her head back, and before he could stop himself, his lips were upon her skin, kissing and biting and trying to stop the inevitable release inching closer and closer. His movements turned into rocking rather than thrusting, and for a moment he thought he could actually last for her pleasure this time. Not a moment later, however, his back and shoulder muscles tensed as his climax washed over him, his seed filling her to the brim. Sighing, he felt himself soften and slip out of her.
Elizabeth was undoubtedly disappointed, as she was on the brink of release herself. Will cursed himself over and over in his head for not being able to last and bring her over the edge, and suddenly an idea struck him and he grinned. Kissing her soundly on the mouth, he then moved down her body, pausing briefly to swirl his tongue around her belly button. Elizabeth spread her legs in anticipation of what was about to happen, her body tingling all over.
With Will's head buried deep between her thighs, she writhed and hissed and lifted her hips to meet the sweet pressure of his tongue. A few moments later, waves of pleasure washed over her, spreading all throughout her body, and she felt as if she were floating. She laid there, chest rising and falling rapidly as she sucked much needed air into her starving lungs.
"You're doing that to me every day from now on," she practically demanded, eyes closed.
"Yes."
"That was amazing."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Will smiled warmly and moved back up to lie beside her. When she turned to him he was grinning, "and I'm glad it made up for my terrible performance. Or at least, I hope it did."
Her response came in the form of a soft kiss, palm lingering on his chest.
"I think things are finally starting to fall into place," she murmured, "I think everything is going to be all right from now on."
"I hope so, Elizabeth. I hope so."
Will kissed her forehead softly and pulled the covers up to their necks, both falling into a contented sleep.
FIN
