London Calling
Author: williz
Summary: Modern Will/Elizabeth and definitely AU. Will and Elizabeth are lovers in London and this is the story of their lives. Plots will filter in and out of the story. It's mostly for destroying my writer's block.
Note: This story is dedicated to Mz-Turner. She is my soul sister and whenever I have writer's block, she gets the juices running. Thanks soul sister!!!!
Disclaimer: William Turner and Elizabeth Swann do not belong to me. Although, if you are Disney and want to reach me to negotiate...email me. I'm up for whatever you have to offer. Keira Knightley...if you want to give me a call, maybe we can shop, grab a coffee, cuss out Lindsay Lohan, what have you.
One Month Later
"Mate, tomorrow's yer birthday! Stop bein' a crazy an' get yer arse out o' this damn stuffy joint," Jack scolded, placing a hand on Will's back.
Will just chuckled. "That's precisely why I'm taking tomorrow off, Jack," he said. "Besides, I've got things I need to finish here, then I'll go home."
There was a long pause. "So when yeh askin' 'er?"
"What do you mean?" The younger man asked, looking up from his work. "Asking her what? And who?"
"Elizabeth, mate. Who else would yeh be askin'?"
"Asking what?!" Will asked again, turning around and putting his hammer down.
"Askin' 'er ter marry you, f'course! Wot else! Seriously, mate, I ponder 'bout yer brain sometimes."
"My brain is just fine." It was then that Will caught on to what Jack had just said. "Jack! Don't talk about that so loud! Since when did I say I was asking her to marry me?"
"Yeh didn't."
"Exactly, now will you go so that I can finish this faster? Please?" He huffed, wiped his forehead, then turned away, picking the hammer back up again.
"Nope, all yeh do is work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, cuddle yer lassie, work, work, work, work, cuddle 'er some more, work, work, maybe a bit o' sleep 'ere an' there, 'ave extra-marital fun wif yer lassie…"
"JACK!"
"And did I mention work?" Jack finished, fingering one of the blades hanging up in a rack.
"Jack, seriously. Stop it. Go. You're distracting."
"Me and some mates are going out to the park and playing some football. Come wit' me."
"I'm….working."
"I….know," Jack mocked, rolling his eyes. "Just come an' I'll leave yeh alone…until tomorrow."
Will just laughed and shook his head, putting his stuff down. "You know what?"
"Wot?"
"I hate you, Jack."
"Love you too, brother."
"GOOOOLAASSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Jack called loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth and jumping up and down.
As Will ran passed him, they gave each other high fives and got back in their places.
"C'mon, that goal wasn't even right, mates!" The blonde, tall, skinny young man said as he got off the floor. "Will, mate! C'mon! Ya bloody knocked me off my feet!"
"I do that often, Kenny. It's called football. Now get off your arse and start playing," Will laughed, ready for some more.
"BEEP!" Jack yelled in his gruff voice. Harry had forgotten the whistle they always used for the ref. This time, they had no referee either, so Jack was it.
The team with the jerseys on kicked the ball off.
Mike held the ball for a few seconds and when Gary got close enough, he lobbed it off to Kenny. The moment Kenny got the ball, he was knocked off his feet by Jack and had the ball taken from him.
Jack dribbled up the side, did a rainbow over Jesse's head, and took a kick off the midair ball, sending it across the field where both Will and Link stood, waiting for it.
Will ducked under the ball, throwing Pete off and causing him to look at him with a confused look on his face. Will never let a ball go, even when it seemed he wouldn't get a good foot on it. That was known among the football guys.
But the moment he saw Link come from the corner flag towards the ball, he cursed himself. Link leaped in the air, his long, curly mop of black hair flying around his head, and bicycle kicked the ball right in the back of the net.
"Oh yeeeaaah!!!" Will said, getting up from the ground and helping Link up. "That was a slice of the good stuff, mate!"
Link laughed and clapped his friend on the back. "Yeah, you're jealous, innit!"
Burt Jenson looked at his watch and put his fingers in his mouth to whistle. "Oi, mates! Time's up! It's been a two hour game and I've got a family!"
"Ahhh, bugger to your family, Burt!" A shoe went flying and hit Jim in the head. "Ow, ey!"
"Don't mess with my family!" Burt yelled good-naturedly in his Irish drawl. "I'll see you mates later. I've got some milk to pick up a'the store."
They all bid him farewell as Jim tossed him his shoe and he lumbered away. A few of the other guys decided to go home as well, leaving Will, Kenny, Jack, Pete, and Link.
Will draped a towel over his neck and kicked the ball up skillfully into his hands, tucking it under his armpit. "What say you blokes to a good drink at the Pearl?" He asked. "As I can remember, you fellas don't have families," he teased.
"Aye, but I've got a wife!" Jack said. "And she's over at the Pearl workin' as we speak! I don' want meh lady 'earing any o' this stuff!"
"Too bad, that's the only place we get free drinks, Jack. So sorry," Link said, ruffling his friend's black mane of hair.
"Awww c'mooon!" Jack said, following the other four young men out of the park. "Please?! I'll pay!"
"Nah, I haven't seen your pretty wife in too long, Jack," Kenny said, winking at Jack. "I think I'd rather go to the Black Pearl, right mates?"
"Right," the others agreed.
A few minutes later, the five sweaty, tired men sat with mugs of beer, drinking and talking, laughing raucously when Anamaria hit her husband in the back of the head with her towel she used to clean some of the tables.
"My God, Jack! Be a good host and get them something to eat too!" She said, laughing at his discomfort.
"Shit, woman, I…"
"Wot?!" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I said…sit woman! I'm going to get some food for the fellas…hehe…hehe." He stood up with wide eyes and ignored the laughter of the other four men as he stood up and went to the back. "Calamari," he yelled to the cooks.
He growled and went back into the kitchen, rolling his eyes.
"How do you keep such a tight hold on that guy, Ana?" Pete asked, taking a large gulp of his beer. "In school, the women were all over that fool and he went right back at them just as ardently! He's whipped, lass!"
She just laughed. "I don't know. I think he just needed the right woman to come along," she joked.
The men laughed. Will leaned forward.
"As long as you never tell Elizabeth your secret on how to keep your man whipped, I'm fine…"
Anamaria laughed, slamming the table with her hand. "Done!"
They spoke for awhile, Jack still getting some work done in the back as the calamari came out with the special sauce. The men dug in immediately and chomped loudly, Anamaria staring amusedly at them and shaking her head. 'Men,' her eyes seemed to drawl.
"So Will! When ya gunna pop the question?" Pete asked with his mouth full.
"Arrrrgh!!! I haven't even thought about that yet! Do you mind if I have my own relationship?? My God!"
"Well, seriously, mate! You've dated her for seriously, like…what, 5 years?" Kenny burped.
"Two years….we've been together for two years…"
"Almost three…" Ana corrected, smirking at his discomfort.
"Right, fine! Almost three years."
"Then seriously, mate….it's a wonder ya haven't done it yet," Link said. "I mean, it's a terrible waste of good woman for ya not to marry 'er now. Innit?"
Will ignored him and stared into his half-filled mug of Guinness beer. "Look, just leave it. Maybe I'm not ready for it, yet. Will you let me handle it? Considering she's my girl?" He gave them each pointed looks.
"Not fer long if yeh don' ask 'er soon," Jack chimed in as he walked from behind Will and plopped down backwards into a chair, raising an eyebrow.
Will merely sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, this was becoming an extremely tiresome conversation.
Rebecca stared at her friend as she sat at the lunch table in the orphanage both she and Elizabeth worked at. They were eating their fruit bowls and yogurt together, talking.
"What would you do if he did though?"
"Well, he wont."
"But if he did."
"He wont."
"If he did, though…what would you do?" Becca only blinked at her friend.
"Nothing…I guess…"
"Well, you'd have to answer him sometime, right?"
"Innit…yes….but….I don't know. Can we drop the subject?"
"And why are you so sure he wont?"
"It's just…it's Will. He's content with how we are right now. And I don't think he would do anything he believes will jeopardize our relationship. It's comfortable!" She stirred her strawberry around a bit in the vanilla yogurt.
"What if he did, though?"
"Will you stop asking that?! You sound like a broken record!" Elizabeth barked.
"Well, answer me and I will!"
"No! Just drop it!"
"Ugh, you're so stubborn, Lizzie, seriously. My God. A simple yes or no, that's all I ask."
"Well, I can't grant you that at this moment…so quit it."
"You're a brat."
"You're pushy!"
Rebecca just sat there and stared at her friend with a blank expression. "Don't make me say it, Elizabeth Swann."
"Don't make you say wha—Ooh…oh no! No! Rebecca, don't say it!" Elizabeth's eyes were wide.
"…am I bothered?"
"Nooooo!" Elizabeth moaned, laughing. "You are so ridiculous!!"
"Are you disrespectin' me?" Becca asked again. "Look at my face, though! Am I bothered?"
Elizabeth laughed out loud, trying to hide her face. "You are so mean! You know what that does to me!"
Both girls laughed, finally getting a hold of themselves. They just ate then, the silence comfortable for a few minutes. They looked out of the window at the same time to see a man walking passed the window.
He was painted golden and walked like a robot, his hat thrust out in his hand, collecting whatever coins people placed in it. He turned his head and pointed at them, then waved robotically. They waved back, stunned.
He had underpants on the outside of his pants. They were gold as well. "Golden panties," Rebecca said, her eyes wide, matching Elizabeth's.
There was a moment of silence.
"That is well bing bing."
Both young women burst into laughter once more, earning concerned stares from their employers and some of the children as well, but they didn't care as they hunched over, tears streaming from their eyes.
It was nearly six o'clock in the evening as Elizabeth knelt next to little Carol, who drew on the small easel.
"What should I draw, Elizabeth?" The seven-year-old girl asked.
"Well, I don't know. What do you like?"
"I like trees."
"Draw me a big ol' tree with apples on it," Elizabeth said with a smile. "Red apples."
"Ok!" The little girl exclaimed, and immediately began to draw what the young woman had requested. Elizabeth watched with a grin before she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She turned to see her employer, Mr. Roberts, smiling down at her. "My dear, there is someone here to see you."
"Oh?" She asked, tilting her head. She highly doubted it was Will, as he told her two days before he had to work three long days in a row to get his orders finished for his birthday. And tomorrow was his birthday, so he was working extra hard today.
She stood up and followed Mr. Roberts. "Where are they?"
"In the playroom," he said, opening the door for her and nodding her in. She smiled her thanks and walked in, surprised to see Will on the ground with a Barbie in his hand.
"And then you can make Barbie go to sleep, Will! Because tomorrow she has a big day! She's going shopping!" The eight year old girl said as she brushed the red-headed Barbie's hair.
Will looked completely awkward holding the Barbie doll. "Erm…where's her bed?" He mumbled.
"She doesn't have one yet, silly! Here, put her on the floor and cover her!"
"Oh, yeah…erm…right!" He paused. "For a second there, I thought she was going to sleep in her Barbie van! Hehe! Hehe…." The young man saw that the little girl was just giving him an annoyed glare. "No? Alright then. The floor it is…"
He set Barbie on the ground and covered her with a blanket. "Are you sure Barbie's alright with these lowly conditions?"
"She says it's like camping. She's fine."
"Ah, yes…I see," Will said, doing his best not to laugh. "And where's Ken?"
"Duh! They broke up! Didn't you read it in the newspaper? Barbie's a woman of the future! She doesn't need a man!"
"…yes, well she's also sleeping on the floor, so we see where that got her." He received another glare and shrugged sheepishly. "What?! It's true!"
Elizabeth, trying her best not to laugh out loud at the scene, walked up to her boyfriend and kissed his cheek from behind. He immediately leapt up, blushing profusely.
"Uh, I—I—We were just…"
"Playing Barbie?" Elizabeth asked, crossing her arms and raising an amused eyebrow.
"Uh…nah, I was just…"
"Will put Barbie to bed for me!" Olivia said, grinning.
"That's very kind of you, love!" Elizabeth said, grinning madly.
"Yeah, yeah…" He took her arm and began to lead her out of the room. He turned to her and said softly. "Did you know Barbie and Ken broke up?"
"Duh, Will!" She giggled.
"What's this world coming to?"
Elizabeth kissed Will's cheek as he took her hand. "So why aren't you working right now?" She asked.
"Jack infiltrated the smith and made me play some footy with the fellas, then we got some drinks, and I just didn't feel like going back to work. So I decided to come pick you up from work. I have plans."
"Plans?" She asked, smiling up at him as they walked out of the orphanage hand in hand.
"Yep! Come on." He pulled her along the street, then whistled for the next cab. Quickly, one pulled over and he opened the door, allowing Elizabeth to get in first before he slid in next to her. Shutting the door, he leaned forward to the driver.
"The park, please."
"Aye."
As they drove off, Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "A cab?" She asked, looking a tad bit shocked.
"Yes, ma'am…and I'm paying for it too."
"No mad dashing out of the cab anymore?" She asked dryly.
"That was only once!" He defended.
He saw the driver look up at him through the rearview mirror and his eyes widened. "Really, only once! I have my wallet here with me!"
Elizabeth laughed at Will, clinging to his arm as the locks on the doors automatically clicked locked.
The car stopped, Will paid, and they got out. He pulled her into a clearing as she gasped. They were at the skating rink, but it was oddly empty. The last, people who had been on it were lumbering off in the distance apparently done with their ice amusement.
The little ice skates rental kiosk was still open, so Will rented two pairs, one much smaller than the other.
They put them on, then went out onto the ice. Elizabeth seemed incredibly nervous.
"Will, must we do this? I'm…well, I don't much like it."
"What, ice skating?"
"Yes, I've never been too fond of ice skating."
"Come on, love! It's fun!" He pulled her out with him, but immediately, she lost balance and landed on her bum directly. She winced and looked up him, slumping.
"See? I suck."
"You don't suck! You alright?" He got down on his knees in front of her.
"Can we go home now?"
"Nope, you're learning to skate."
"Oooh no, Wiiiilll…" she groaned. "Please take me home now."
"Nope! Come on, up we go." He gently pulled her up and held her. She tried her best to brace her legs and stand, but her legs were wobbling and the skates moved a bit of their own accord. She held onto his strong hands tightly.
"Will, I can't do this!"
"Yes, you can! Come on and hold onto me. I wont let you fall." He took both her hands in his and began skating backwards slowly. She hobbled after him, making loud scraping noises in the ice as she literally ran after him on the ice.
She slipped and pitched forward again, but he caught her against him and held her up. "See? I'm not letting you fall. And why are you running, Elizabeth? This isn't grass, we don't run. We glide." He laughed.
"Don't laugh at me," she pouted.
"Alright, alright…I'm sorry love. Come on."
A few minutes later, she was gliding with him, although she was still very stiff and it seemed she was still nervous. "You're getting it!" Will exclaimed, grinning proudly.
The pride in his eyes made Elizabeth's heart soar as she beamed up at him. "I'm ice skating!"
"You're ice skating," he said softly.
They skated around the pond a little bit more easily then. Will turned so that he was in front of her, facing her and skating backwards so that he could talk to her. He was skilled enough in ice skating that he could do this without worry.
"You know what they used to call me?" He asked. But he was skating backward, so he didn't notice the small branch that had fallen on the ice prior to their arrival. His skate hit it and he flew backwards, his feet raising in the air over his head and landing flat on his back. "OOF!!!!"
He made a wincing face and lay there, completely still. "Ooow…" he gasped, the breath nearly gone from his body.
"Oh, Will! Darling, are you alright?" She gracelessly flopped down beside him and lay on her stomach beside him, hovering her top half over his and pushing his hair sticking out of his beanie from his eyes.
"I'm fine," he said, smiling.
"What did they used to call you? Klutz face?"
"Nah, Kermit the frog."
She laughed. "Why?!"
"Because I was the best swimmer on the team and could skate like a pro. So they figured, water equals frog, I guess. And thus I became Kermit the frog." He shrugged.
She only laughed. "That's silly and random."
"Isn't it though?" He asked. He winked up at her. "Kermit theeee frog heeere…news has it that Elizabeth Swann sucked at ice skating at the beginning of the evening and now is fit for the Olympics thanks to William Turner's excellent coaching. That's all for news."
Elizabeth giggled. "You sound just like him!"
"I practice."
"I bet you do, you dork." She leaned down and kissed his cold lips. "It's cold."
"It is. Let's go home."
"Whose home?"
"Erm…mine. It's closer, and there are a few snowflakes in your hair. Which means it's starting to snow."
"Romantic."
"You're beautiful."
Elizabeth was taken off-guard, but smiled anyways. "Thank you," she whispered sincerely.
They got up and skated back to the side, but the moment the blades of their skates hit the snow, they toppled over in a heap, Elizabeth squealing with laughter as Will landed above her, pushing her body slightly into the snow.
"You did that on purpose," she accused, narrowing her eyes teasingly.
"Mebbe…" he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He stood and reached down to pull her up.
A few minutes later, they stood with their ice skates in their hands, giving the man in the kiosk their rentals and walking hand in hand out of the park. "See? You're a professional now," Will said, grinning at his girlfriend.
"Hardly!" Elizabeth scoffed.
It was awhile later when Will pushed open his apartment door, snow covering his head and shoulders. Elizabeth stepped inside first, snow falling from her coat. Then Will followed with a thoughtful look, shutting the door behind him.
They took off their outer layers and showered.
An hour later found them on Will's couch in silence, staring out of his window at the thick snow falling to the ground below outside. Will's arms were wound around Elizabeth's torso as she tucked herself into his chest. Her maroon, cotton sweater went passed her wrists and the hood was over her head, giving her a comfortable look.
Will had on a Chelsea Football Club sweatshirt, which seemed to not only keep him warm, but his significant other as well.
There was a comfortable quiet between them. They breathed together and every once in awhile, Elizabeth would nuzzle closer to the man she loved, or drape her leg over his to make them even more one than they already were.
"Elizabeth?"
She looked up, his quiet voice startling her from her dreamy stare into the snow falling outside. "Hm?" She mumbled, her mouth pressed against his chest.
"Do you ever think about the future?"
"Sure. Global warming and all that. Of course I do." She turned her face away from him again and shut her eyes lazily, swinging her arm over his chest and squeezing him to her.
"No, no…I mean, erm…our future, Lizzie. Do you ever think about our future?"
"You and I?"
"Yes."
"I always think about our future, Will." She raised her head and sat up a bit on her elbow, looking down at him, her long, wavy hair spilling out a bit from the hood and dangling tauntingly above him.
"What do you think about it, then?"
She tilted her head a bit and thought for a moment. "I don't know. All I know is that we have one, because I cannot think of my life in any way, shape, or form without thinking of you also."
"Hm, same." There was another long pause in which he seemed slightly dazed as he thought. Elizabeth only stared at him, watching his eyes. "But…do you think maybe somewhere out in the world, there might be some guy who was made for you? Some guy that isn't me?"
"No."
Her answer was so quick, it caught him off guard. "No?"
"No. There is no one better equipped for living with me than you, I've come to realize."
He chuckled. "That's true, it's a very tedious affair, isn't it…what with your stubbornness and all that."
"Oh shut up, you jerk," she giggled. "I'm trying to be serious."
Will looked up at her and waited for her to continue. He reached up and twirled some of her fallen hair with his finger.
"Will, why do you ask?"
"Well, I just…I didn't know how you felt about it and I've been thinking lately."
"About what?" Elizabeth asked, feeling her heart thump wildly in her chest. Suddenly, her lips were dry as she swallowed.
"About our future…together. The steps we have to take someday, you know to—erm—to make it final." He seemed a bit flustered now.
"How would we do that?" Elizabeth whispered, waiting for him to say the right words.
"I don't know."
Wrong words.
She slumped a bit and smiled wanly down at him, dropping her head back on his chest. Damnit, she had been wrong. She had thought he was about to take that step, that giant leap. And he hadn't.
Fighting the tears that threatened, Elizabeth burrowed her face in his chest. All of a sudden, the conversation was over and the air was thick around them. Will was completely oblivious to it as he sighed, thoughts spinning out of control in his head.
He knew their futures were intertwined, joined…but he had no idea how to pursue this. He had no idea how to propose. What could he do? He knew he would have to get permission from her father first.
That was daunting in itself. He was terrified.
But Jack and Anamaria were right. His footballer mates were right. He had to propose or he would lose her. He knew it. But what if she didn't want to marry him. They were still young.
As he pulled Elizabeth closer and kissed the top of her head, he remembered that tomorrow was to be his twenty-fourth birthday. He breathed in and smelled the shampoo Elizabeth had used to wash her hair. She smelled like Old Spice.
He chuckled.
Elizabeth looked up at him. "What?" She asked, amused.
"You smell like man."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, defensively narrowing her eyes.
"You used my Old Spice and you smell like a man. But you smell good." He grinned cheekily.
"That was all that was in there, you know."
"I know. I was in there."
"Yes, I know," she giggled, kissing his nose. "We were both in there."
After a pause, she shifted her body so that her face was right above his. "And unless you want to go out and buy me some female body wash and shampoo, you'll be stuck with a girlfriend smelling like a man. So there."
"I said you smelled good! I love it."
She moved so that she was lying flat on top of his body, then tucked her legs between his, pushing her arms beneath his neck. "I never had the chance to really tell you how adorable you looked with that Barbie in your hands this afternoon." Her tone turned teasing.
"Hey, excuse me! I was being nice playing with that stupid thing!"
"I know! I said it was adorable! It was wonderful of you to sit there and actually hold one of those putrid things. I've always hated Barbies. Really." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"What did you and your sister play with then when you were that age?"
"We kicked the football around!"
"No, you didn't!"
"We did!" She laughed. "Or we would play tag. We were tomboys."
"You'd never know it."
"And what do you mean by that, Mr. Turner?" She asked in a teasingly offended tone.
"It's just that you and your sister are possibly the most beautiful two women I've ever met in my life and you both wear….well you both dress great and look great all the time, and you're really girly, Elizabeth. Seriously." He moved his head up to kiss her nose.
"I'm not girly!"
"You are…I could put you in the most un-girly situation ever—like perhaps a pirate ship—and you would wear all the dirty clothes and curse and swear, and at the end of the day, you'd want yourself a bath and a clean bed." He laughed as she swatted his arm.
"Is it so wrong to want cleanliness?"
"You're girly!"
"I am not!"
"I love you though."
"I love you too, but I'm not even girly!"
Will just laughed and enjoyed the feeling of her legs between his. Suddenly, his fingers flew to her side and began to tickle her. Elizabeth let out a loud squeal and began giggling madly.
"WILL! Stop it!" She giggled. "Stop!"
He leaned up and attached his lips to her neck, nuzzling her and simultaneously kissing her, only doing well to enhance her squeals. She kicked her legs while her giggles turned into an out right guffaw.
Suddenly her knee connected with Will's crotch area and everything stopped. She gasped, her hands flying up to her mouth and her eyes wide as Will just stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. "Oh Will…I'm so sorry!"
"Meeeeep," was all he was capable of as he rolled over. Elizabeth squealed once more as they both flopped down onto the carpet, sliding right off the couch. Will groaned, burying his face in her neck and reaching down to make sure his manhood was still there.
It was. Damnit to hell, it was….it stung terribly.
"Will, are you alright?" She asked, beginning to laugh. "I'm so sorry!" She laughed.
Will suddenly attacked her with a new vigor, tickling her and causing her to scream out, startled. She laughed loudly, begging him to stop. Her voice raised as he laughed, but suddenly there were four loud thumps beneath them.
They stopped.
"What was that?" Will asked.
The thumping happened again.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Someone's tryin' ta sleep down 'ere!" They heard a gravely voice call from the floor beneath them.
"I thought they only did that broom thing on the tele," Will said, looking up at Elizabeth as she lay on top of him.
They met eyes and burst out laughing. Elizabeth dropped her head on Will's shoulder, feeling tears begin to come from her eyes.
Thump! Thump!
They covered their mouths and muffled their laughter. The pain in Will's side dulled the pain in his nether regions now as he keeled over and hugged his face into Elizabeth's collar bone.
Finally, after minutes of trying to subside in their laughter, they succeeded, just lying there, entangled in each other's bodies and breathing hard.
"That was hilarious," Elizabeth breathed.
"Ridiculous, you mean. Oh, and thanks for kneeing me in my private area."
"I said sorry! How is it, is it ok?" She giggled.
"I'm sure it is. That hurt like a monkey."
"A monkey? Do monkeys hurt?"
Will shrugged. "It's a phrase."
"I know. Here, let me check it for you."
Will suddenly felt her hand graze him and his eyes popped. His eyes slipped shut as she rubbed him through his pajama pants. Elizabeth's lips connected with his chin as she moved her body over his again.
His warm hands pushed up beneath her sweater and felt her smooth, perfect skin at her back. He turned his face into her hair as she began pushing her own sweater up off of her body. She sat up, straddling him now, pulling the undershirt off of her as well.
Will smiled, seeing that she hadn't worn a bra as she began to untie her cotton sleeping trousers. She then proceeded to gracefully slither her way out of the trousers, leaving her only in her underwear.
Her lover was in a slight state of shock. They had just been teasing each other and then all of a sudden, she turned on him and became some sex crazed woman. It wasn't as if he felt the need to complain, but it wasn't like her.
Her fingers gripped his own trouser ties and pulled. The waistband loosened and she slipped her hands beneath it, pushing his trousers down to his ankles, leaving him bare from his waist down.
She then slipped her hands up his blue, Chelsea sweatshirt and tugged it off of his head. He was left in only a white t-shirt and the trousers still at his knees.
"W—What…?" He started, but found he couldn't finish as he noticed her underwear gone and she sunk into him, allowing them to join as they had many times over the past months. He groaned as she began to rock atop him.
With his hands gripping the carpet at his sides, Will let the pleasure ride itself out. He was flabbergasted at her vigor and boldness, but was not disheartened or disappointed in any way.
Only an hour later, Elizabeth was sitting on him and breathing hard, slumping a bit and looking down at William, whose eyes were wide and in shock. His chest moved up and down beneath his white shirt as he licked his lips.
"Phew," she breathed, holding her head a bit as she moved from him and dropped onto her back beside him. She looked down and saw his trousers still just below his knees. "Wow." Reaching down, she grabbed them and looked at Will.
He met her gaze, looked down, and let out a grunt, reaching down to pull them back up and tying the drawstring. "Holy crap, Elizabeth…" He said.
She looked up at him, seeing that he was still breathless and still trying to find his words. Honestly, Elizabeth wasn't too sure what had just happened. What she did know was that she thoroughly enjoyed it and hoped he had as well.
He just shook his head. "Christ…Elizabeth, what happened to you?"
"I don't know…" She was suddenly afraid she had been to bold and had frightened him more than anything. "I—I'm sorry, I thought maybe…"
"Sorry for what?!" He said, a grin starting on his face.
"I'm not sure…I was afraid maybe you didn't quite…like it." She diverted her gaze a bit, starting to regret what she had initiated with William Turner just an hour before.
"Are you kidding me? I don't know what the hell that was, but whatever it was…hot damn!" He exclaimed.
Elizabeth laughed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're such a dork!"
"What?!" He asked defensively.
"After all of that all you say is 'Hot damn!'" She laughed. "You're a dork…but an amazing dork. And I love you."
She pulled her clothes back on and sat on the couch, looking down at him as he smiled up at her. He got up and sat next to her, pulling a piece of fuzz from her hair.
"Thank you," she breathed.
"Always."
(A/N): So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry about the long wait. My musical went up this weekend and all last week was tech week which meant I was at school from 6-10 at night, and sometimes even 11. And the weeks before I had rehearsals forever. So I'm pretty much buuuushed. And this weekend is prom, so I'm pretty much going to be busy then too. The week after, we have the musical AGAIN! 4 shows in three days, so I'm busy busy busy.
And I decided now's the best time to get this out there. So here we are. I hope you all like it. Don't ask about the "well bing bing" because if you haven't seen the Catherine Tate show, you wont know what the hell that is. I hope I fulfilled some requests. I know at least one of you wanted Will on his friend time. Hence, FOOTBALL! WOOO!! Hehehehe.
And the Barbie part was just for my own comedic genius practice.
Hahahahha, hope you enjoyed!
-williz
P.S. The smut at the end was for Melleh. Hehehehehehehe! I owed it to her.