I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters who weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. I also do not own Isabella Swann, Alexander Swann, or Count Phillip Rochester, who belong to Vilofied.
"James?"
I groaned, turning over while I buried my head deeper into my pillow.
Someone chuckled. "James, wake up."
I became vaguely aware of something shaking my shoulder.
"James!"
I started upon hearing someone yell my name, but was soon calmed when a soft hand began caressing my face.
"Had you planned to sleep all day?" Chrissy asked with a chuckle.
I rolled over on my back, facing her on the edge of my bed. "What time is it?"
"A bit past ten." She answered, stroking my hair. "Were you having a good dream, or something?"
"Why does that matter?"
She smiled. "Sometimes I'll sleep a bit late, when I'm dreaming about you."
"Oh?" I responded, cocking my head, smiling. "What do I do in these dreams of yours?"
She smirked. "I won't say."
I narrowed my eyes playfully. "What if I tell you what I was dreaming about?"
"I already know what you dream about." She laughed, rolling her eyes.
I laughed softly, deep in my throat, while I studied her. She perched easily on the side of my bed, her left leg drawn near her body, foot tucked beneath her, while her other foot simply dangled centimeters from the floor. She wore no dress today, but simple, grey breeches, and a cream-colored top. Her shoulder-length golden hair was swept back in a grey ribbon, and her deep blue eyes sparkled and glowed, reminding me of the sun reflecting off of the sea. Her smile glowed as well, causing me to cock my head once again.
"What has you all cheered up?"
She shook her head as she put her legs on each side of my torso, then eased herself down on my pelvis. "We are to be married in just a matter of days! Doesn't that excite you?" She asked excitedly, rubbing my chest with both of her hands.
I groaned at her touch, as though she was actually touching my skin instead of rubbing it through my shirt. "Yes." I responded in a rough whisper. "It does. It makes me thinks of all the things we'll be able to do once we've been wed."
She furrowed her brows.
Something hit me then. She was too young to have been told by her parents of…well…Then she grew alone, and had no one to tell her…
I sat up, causing her to slide back a bit atop my legs. "Chrissy…" I could feel my face turning scarlet. "Do you…well…do you know how babies…come about?"
She shook her head. "No..?"
I closed my eyes.
"Maybe?" She said, sounding very unconfident.
I let my head hang limply.
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
I nodded, curtly. "Yes…th-that's it. That's exactly how they come about." I furrowed my brows, then looked back up at her. "Do…you know what takes place on a wedding night?"
She nodded. "Uhm…are we…going to..?"
"That's a question we'll answer after the wedding." I interrupted as I lifted my head and brought my gaze to her. Smiling awkwardly, I began to caress the left side of her face. "Don't be afraid," I soothed. "I'll do everything I can to make that night…pleasant, and enjoyable. You don't have to worry." I whispered, drawing her closer at her look of concern.
She welcomed my embrace, easily going limp against my front while I stroked her back. "Hmm." She sighed.
I stopped, hesitating. "What is it?" I asked quietly.
"Don't stop!" She almost whined. "It feels good." She cooed, pressing her face to the curve of my neck.
With a smile, I began stroking her back again. It did take me by surprise, however, when she wrapped her arms about my neck and her legs about my waist, and began nuzzling the skin just beneath my left earlobe. Then, without warning, her slick, warm and wet tongue began teasing said area of skin.
"Chri…Chrissy?" I whispered roughly, realizing my arms had wrapped tightly about her waist without my permission.
"Hmm?" She mumbled, her teeth nibbling lightly at my earlobe.
"I…think you…you…" My control was slipping. It felt so good! So tempting… "Stop…please." I whispered, though secretly not wanting her to.
"Why?" She whispered, lowering her lips to nuzzle my neck.
"I…I…" I started, helplessly losing my voice, pressing my neck to her curious mouth. "Stop." I forced out in a rough, but soft, voice.
She lifted her head and met my gaze, her eyes sad and afraid at the same time. "Does it not feel good?" She asked brokenly.
"No!" I replied in a strained whisper, my hands coming up without my permission to cup her face. "It felt…wonderful!" I cooed softly. "That's why I wanted you to stop. I fear I may lose control of myself. I want to wait until we're wed for that." I finished in a whisper.
"Then it'll be alright?" She asked innocently, sounding like a child.
I smiled softly, my thumbs gently rubbing the area just below her eyes. "It will be perfectly fine, then."
She returned my soft smile, then, and linked her hands behind my neck. "You said you would show me Norrington Manor, today."
I stared anxiously out the carriage window as we neared Norrington Manor. This was James's home I was about to enter…where he'd resided for years…eaten, slept. A place that was soon to be mine as well. I couldn't help but feel a bit excited about getting to see the place.
When we finally stopped, I was in awe. James's home was a two story mansion, painted white with a brown shingled roof. The porch was long and open, with three stairs leading up to it. The two large doors leading into the manor were painted a deep shade of blue, almost black. There were three windows on each side of the doors, also with deep blue trim. The upper half of the manor had at least six windows, maybe more. The drive we'd pulled into was filled with grayish gravel, and that was surrounded by lush, green grass. The entire manor seemed to be surrounded by grass!
"This…this all belongs to you?" I whispered.
He smiled. "And you, too." he paused, watching me as I continued to stare out the window. "Do you wish to go inside?"
I looked to him then, still in awe. "Yes…I would."
He chuckled, I guess, at my expression, before he opened the door and climbed out, then helped me out of the carriage as well. I rested my hands on his offered left arm, allowing him to escort me into his beautiful home.
Someone opened the door for us before we even reached the porch. He was a tall man, reaching maybe to about the bridge of James's nose. His hair was a light shade of grey, along with his soft, kind eyes. He wore a light brown coat and breeches, with a white waistcoat and stockings, along with black buckle shoes.
"Good morning, James." his voice was light and kind, as well as his smile. "You've no idea how happy we are to have you back, Sir." he said, bowing at the waist
"Albert." James nodded, smiling as well. "Thank you."
Albert then directed his gaze to me, the same kindness in his smile. "I take it you're Miss Groves?"
"Albert, this is Chrissy. Chrissy, this is Albert. He's been my butler since I was an infant." James introduced, pushing me a bit towards the man who appeared to be in at least his sixties.
Albert bowed and kissed the top of my right hand. "A pleasure, Miss Groves." he straightened, then looked back to James. "Do you plan on coming in, or do you want to stand on the porch all day?" he asked playfully.
I looked to James to see his reaction. He chuckled. "I believe we'll be coming in, Albert."
The butler nodded and stepped aside, giving us room to enter. Once inside, he shut the door and turned back to us. "Can I get anything for you, or the lady, Sir?"
"No thank you, Albert. I just wanted to show Chrissy about the manor before the wedding."
Again, Albert nodded. "Yes, sir. Might I take your hat and coat?"
"Please, Albert." James replied, taking off his silky black tricorn and lavender jacket. "That will be all, Albert. On your way." he said with a smile.
With a bow, Albert left the room.
"Good man, he is." James stated sincerely, before glancing down at me with a smile. "What would you like to see first?"
I reluctantly dragged my gaze from his eyes to look at the room we were standing in. It was the Main Entrance, by the looks of it. A large, open room with light brown wooden floors and white walls. Straight ahead of me led to a hallway, most likely going to the kitchen or out the other side of the house, or something like that. To my right was another large room, a sitting room most likely, or a parlor. To my left was also a large room, and a large staircase standing a little farther out from the entryway of the room.
"It seems so…big." I breathed.
James chuckled as he placed his left hand at the base of my nape. "You seemed to enjoy the gardens at Swann Manor, so why don't we start with my gardens?"
"Are you getting tired?" James asked me from the doorway of his study. "Do we need to continue the tour another day?
I looked up from the smooth surface of James's desk, to greet his gaze. We'd walked longer than intended in the gardens, and around most of the lower part of the mansion, so we stopped to rest in his study. I'd been enjoying walking about the grounds so far. I didn't really want to stop, because there was so much more of the place to see.
"No, I just needed to sit for a few moments. I still haven't seen the upper part of the house, yet." I said quietly.
In a moment, James was at my side, offering his right hand. "You're sure?"
"Yes." I chuckled, taking his hand.
With a smile, he led me out of the study and to the large staircase, traveling up the stairs at my easy pace. We passed a few doors, staff rooms, I suppose, then stopped once we'd reached a certain door on the left side of the hallway.
"These are my quarters." James said as he opened the door, leading me in.
The room wasn't very large, but it wasn't small, either. Like most of the estate, it had wooden floors. The walls were painted a light shade of blue, and the ceiling was white. Centered against the wall in front of me, with two windows on either side of it was a large bed, the sheets and pillows white. To my left, a changing screen and small table with a wash basin. To my left was a wardrobe and a chair.
James shut the door and led me to another near the changing screen. "This door, here, leads to your quarters." he said quietly, leading me into the adjoined room.
My room was much like James's, with the same type of furniture which was even arranged in the same places, with the exception of the bed, which was tucked away in the upper right corner.
"And this," James started, shutting the door we'd walked through before leading me to another, "Is our bedroom, that we'll share."
I gently let go of James's hand and walked a few steps forward in awe. The room wasn't much different from the others, though the furniture was a bit nicer…and the bed was a large canopy bed that was pushed in the upper right corner, like in my room. Large windows on the left and front wall, if you were entering from the main door, gave us a view of the gardens, and the ocean several yards behind them. It was the brightest room of all of them, because of the large windows. Large, dark blue drapes were pulled back, allowing the view.
I turned to face my fiancé, my brows furrowed. "If this one room is for both of us, then why do we each have a separate room, as well?"
He walked a few steps forward, stopping not far from me. "Incase one of us gets sick, and we have to sleep in separate rooms so one won't cause the other to fall ill. Or, if one desires time to just themselves, or just a place to nap." He paused, hesitating. "And, this room is the farthest from all the others, tucked away at the farthest end of the house."
I smiled, understanding what he was getting at.
"Do you like the bed?" he asked quietly. "I bought it just a few days ago, as one of your wedding gifts."
I walked to the bed, easing myself gently down on the mattress. It was very soft, and comfortable, more so than it looked. I slid my hands on the white blanket, taking in its soft and comforting texture. "You got this…for me? This large bed? It must have cost you!"
He smiled, sitting to my right as he did so. "Don't feel bad about me buying things for you." he whispered, stroking my cheek with the backs of his left-hand fingers. "I got this for both of us…it'll be nice in a few nights."
We shared a smile, then I spoke. "Just a few more nights, James."
He furrowed his brows. "Is something the matter?"
"I'm…I'm just a bit nervous. Aren't you?"
"That depends on what you mean. Nervous about the wedding, or other matters?"
"Other matters?"
He swallowed a bit hard. "You know…after the wedding."
"Well…" I started. "Nervous about the wedding…thinking about all of the people watching."
He smiled. "I am a bit nervous, yes. Just keep in mind…there won't be many people there. We arranged it to be a small wedding." he said gently, his left hand finding my right.
"I know." I whispered. "It's just nerves."
I looked up to meet James's gaze, his features showing concern for the nervous concern on my features. He smiled lightly and moved my right hand to his right, and gently cupped the back of my head with his other. I held his gaze for a few moments, not even realizing we'd been getting closer until our lips met. I allowed a small sigh to pass my nose and my body to go limp against him when his arms closed around my waist.
My hands, as though they had their own brains, began traveling up and down from his stomach to his chest, sliding easily on his silk lavender waistcoat. I heard him sigh as well when I forced my hands to only rub his chest, and I made the kiss go from tender to a bit rough. I felt my body going downward, and soon I was on my back and James was lightly pressed against me.
I moaned lightly when his lips began to trail kisses down the left side of my neck, stopping at the base. I felt one of his hands lightly tug impatiently at the collar of my shirt, his lips trying to reach a bit of my shoulder. Once a bit of my upper shoulder was exposed, he stopped the kisses and focused on nibbling only on that one spot just an inch or two from the base of my neck.
My eyes opened lazily, then closed again in pleasure. I was vaguely aware that my entire body was tingling…because James had forgotten to support himself and his full weight was on me, or it was all just caused by his lips and teasing tongue, I couldn't figure out. I kind of liked it.
"James." I tried to whisper, but it came out in a moan.
He groaned lightly in response, then moved lower to my collarbone. His curious right hand trailed down my side and traveled under the hem of my shirt, his fingers immediately splaying across the small of my back.
"James." I whispered roughly. "James!" A bit more forcefully.
His head shot up immediately, his eyes concerned. "What is it?"
"I can't breath, your full weight is upon me." I chuckled.
"I'm sorry." he whispered, rolling the both of us on our sides, keeping me drawn against him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
I smiled lightly. "Don't be sorry." With that, I gently pushed his head down to rest against my shoulder. "Keep going."
In moments, his lips were once again caressing the skin of my shoulder. His hand, which was still under my shirt, rose to rest between my shoulder blades.
"Sir, we've…"
Both of us froze upon hearing the door open, and Albert's voice fill the room. It sounded like he'd frozen as well. Slowly, both of us turned only our heads to look over at the…surprisingly amused butler.
He straightened up, upon regaining his composure, and put his hand on the doorknob. "We've prepared tea and a light snack for you and lady in you study, Sir." With that, he closed the door, and his footsteps grew faint.
James and I turned back to face each other, both of our faces scarlet and our eyes wide. In a faint whisper, James responded to the entire ordeal.
"From now on, we lock the doors."
