A/N: You reviewers are great! We love you. This chappie's actually been
written for a while, but time's really not let me type this up, so, at long
last.
(Oh, by the way, there's a Rocky Horror reference in here, and a title of
a movie. Brownie points to those who catch them)
Chapter 4
Norrington, having removed his shirt, stands in front of the mirror, removing his wig as well. His own brown hair falls loose from under the fake grey locks. It's the color and length, roughly, of Will's, trailing over his shoulders and neck.
Gillette begins to come down the stairs; he sees Norrington tossing his hair from shoulder to shoulder, looking quite feminine. At this rather frivolous point, both Will and Gillette are struggling not to laugh. Gillette finally decides, rather reluctantly, to cough quite discreetly.
Norrington abruptly stops, turns to face Gillette, and says "Yes, lieutenant?" Gillette smiles, finishing his descent down the stairs to Norrington, as Norrington turns to face the mirror. Gillette comes up behind the Commodore, wrapping his arms around Norrington's waist. Norrington looks up at Gillette through the mirror, feeling quite uncomfortable. Even though they may have had a charade the night before; he thought Gillette would understand that it had only been a thing lasting for a night. Gillette apparently didn't; he is begging Norrington "Please, Commodore.. I need another chance!" Norrington is quite firm, saying "No, Lieutenant, it was. a fit", and it will not happen again. Good day" Gillette goes upstairs, quietly and sadly. Norrington sighs, quickly changes his shirt, replaces his wig, and goes upstairs. Will emerges from behind his box, a little dazed and confused. He walks around the room, then hears an upstairs noise, looking around frantically for a hiding place. He squeezes under Norrington's bed. A moment later, the door opens. Norrington skips down the stairs, mumbling "I forgot my hat". He grabs his hat, and heads for the stairs, when something catches his eye. There was a foot sticking out from under his bed. He was alarmed at first, but his face changed to a sort of smile, as he realized who was under the bed, and who this foot belonged to. He quietly lays on his bed, then hanging his head over the side; he pulls the bedskirt up in one swift motion, becoming face-to-face with his new obsession, the absolutely gorgeous Will Turner.
Chapter 4
Norrington, having removed his shirt, stands in front of the mirror, removing his wig as well. His own brown hair falls loose from under the fake grey locks. It's the color and length, roughly, of Will's, trailing over his shoulders and neck.
Gillette begins to come down the stairs; he sees Norrington tossing his hair from shoulder to shoulder, looking quite feminine. At this rather frivolous point, both Will and Gillette are struggling not to laugh. Gillette finally decides, rather reluctantly, to cough quite discreetly.
Norrington abruptly stops, turns to face Gillette, and says "Yes, lieutenant?" Gillette smiles, finishing his descent down the stairs to Norrington, as Norrington turns to face the mirror. Gillette comes up behind the Commodore, wrapping his arms around Norrington's waist. Norrington looks up at Gillette through the mirror, feeling quite uncomfortable. Even though they may have had a charade the night before; he thought Gillette would understand that it had only been a thing lasting for a night. Gillette apparently didn't; he is begging Norrington "Please, Commodore.. I need another chance!" Norrington is quite firm, saying "No, Lieutenant, it was. a fit", and it will not happen again. Good day" Gillette goes upstairs, quietly and sadly. Norrington sighs, quickly changes his shirt, replaces his wig, and goes upstairs. Will emerges from behind his box, a little dazed and confused. He walks around the room, then hears an upstairs noise, looking around frantically for a hiding place. He squeezes under Norrington's bed. A moment later, the door opens. Norrington skips down the stairs, mumbling "I forgot my hat". He grabs his hat, and heads for the stairs, when something catches his eye. There was a foot sticking out from under his bed. He was alarmed at first, but his face changed to a sort of smile, as he realized who was under the bed, and who this foot belonged to. He quietly lays on his bed, then hanging his head over the side; he pulls the bedskirt up in one swift motion, becoming face-to-face with his new obsession, the absolutely gorgeous Will Turner.