A/N: I've heard from a few reviews and e-mails that the .doc version isn't working right. It seems to be working okay on my computer….but here's an .html version. Hopefully it will work okay. If anyone else is having problems, please e-mail me! I'd like to fix it! So this isn't a new chapter, only a different version. Turning_point_102@yahoo.com
Title: Ceremony Then Ritual
Summary: A basic story of Will and Liz's wedding night. Sort of a prequel to My Elizabeth and Vignette #1, if you will.
Disclaimer: I do not, or claim to, own Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann Turner, or any other characters that came from the wonderful movie POTC. But….I cannot claim this story as my own idea, for a fan named Danielle wrote in and asked me to do this story. I've just been waiting for an excuse to do another one.... and now I have one. On to the story.
The wedding of William Johnathan Turner; the blacksmith of Port Royal; and the lovely, social Elizabeth Ellen Swann; the governor's own daughter; was a sight to behold. The beautiful and rosy bride walked the aisle with an air all her own, the light brown tresses bundled into a tight bun as long curls hung over her shoulders and down her back. The flowing white wedding gown clung to her curves in all the right places accentuating her grace and beauty apart from the humid Caribbean evening; the palm trees and the golden sandy beaches stretching out before the wedding party.
The groom stood tall and proud as the tailored suit showed his edges and wide shoulders through the heavy black material. The overcoat was not overly ornate, the black and navy material stretching over his slight waist as it was held to his hips firmly by a wide belt. The trousers were Navy style, tight at the hips as they went to his calves, tapering off on each side as they were tied over the stockings that stuck out from his fitted boots. Though he was of common descent, to the untrained eye no one was any wiser to the couple's ordeals inside social circles.
After the wedding, they stood side by side with fingers entwined as they accepted gifts and various congratulations from well-wishers, friends and family. The glow and glint in their eyes giving nothing away but at the same time hiding nary a thought of the love that they harbored for one another. The deep sorrow shone in Governor Jamison Swann's eyes was hindered by the happiness he saw radiating from his only child. His previous opposition to this whole engagement and marriage was cleared from his mind as if it were a chalkboard and their union the cleansing cloth. Embracing both, the band struck up as the reception began
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"'Lizabeth, dun think that I wouldna have wed you. Fer you're right the perfect lass for a bloke like me I'm sure." The Scotsman wavered back and forth as he placed his arm around Elizabeth's shoulders, his dapper and expensive suit stained by the wine as the glass in his hand tipped yet again before reaching his lips and trickling down his red beard, putting another stain to his white shirt and large cumber bun.
She pretended to be enthralled by his lack of conversation skills whilst being occupied with the liquor as she attempted to keep the harsh colored liquid away from her wedding dress as she lifted her hand to her forehead, feigning a headache.
"I really must step outside Sir. I fear I have an atrocious ache. Please forgive me for being so rude." She spoke quickly as she walked away from him and from the celebrations to the large veranda as the cool air swept across her flushed cheeks.
"Come to escape the crowds, eh my love?" A soothing low voice called her from her thoughts as Will appeared at her side, his elbow touching her own lightly as he initiated contact with his new wife. His chocolate eyes scanned the gardens before he turned them on Elizabeth as she watched him. "What?"
"I can't believe this day has finally happened, Will. I counted the hours, minutes and seconds of each day before I became your wife." She folded her arm under his lightly and leaned her head against his strong shoulder, his arm making its way around her as his fingers flippantly rubbed the small of her back.
"Will….do you think they would miss us terribly if we were to leave now?"
"It's not customary for the wedding couple to leave before the guests, Elizabeth. Can you imagine the state of your father?"
"True. But...." she paused as her lips traced his ear as she spoke to him in hushed tones. "This is our day. And night." She added as she flashed him a wary but excited smile as she turned to look up at him with hopeful eyes and pouted lips.
Will's eyes turned a deeper shade of russet as he tightened his grip on her waist and drew her in for a dizzying kiss, his tongue tracing the edge of her lips tentatively, her welcoming fervor caught him off guard as she met him with a breathless sigh, her slight body leaning into his strong frame as her own tongue touched his cautiously.
"Though….I doubt we will be missed; much." He stated quickly as he broke apart and placed a small kiss to her nose before making his way from the veranda to the main hall, passing the doorway to the dining hall quickly as he held her hand, leading her up the staircase to the room at the far end of the guest hallway.
The previous week, her father had spoken candidly about the stay room, letting Will know of the accommodations he and his new wife would require the night after the wedding. With a timid blush, Will thanked the Governor with a small bow of his head as Jamison embraced the young boy, the words 'my son' echoing in the blacksmith's mind as he looked up at the older gentleman with tears welling in his mocha orbs.
The room was not overly decorated, the curtains in the corner letting in a fair amount of light from the bright and full moon. The large four poster bed seemed ominous to Elizabeth as she turned to her husband's silhouetted frame as he closed and locked the door behind them.
"Will….is it common to be as nervous as I am?" She questioned him, seeing his face in the dim light from the terrace doors.
With a small smile he gathered her against him gently, one large hand cradling the back of her neck as the other planted itself at the small of her back.
"I have waited many long years to have the privilege of calling you my wife, Elizabeth. If you would have me wait another ten years for this evening, I would. I could spend another lifetime with you just by my side in nothing but name only." His deep whisper and the intensity of his voice made her eyes water as she put her hands against his chest and pulled away from him, her forehead resting against his.
"I love you, Will. I want…." She sighed. "I don't know what I want." She confessed as he smiled brightly, moving back to envelop her face in his strong hands.
"I do." His voice was low and almost ominous as his eyes darkened with a heady passion that made her knees go weak as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He held her face perfectly still, willing her not to move as his mouth wreaked havoc on her senses. He goaded her pouted lips on with his own firm but soft ones, willing her to move in time with him before he deepened his actions. His warm tongue traced the contours of her softness before she opened her mouth to grant him entrance.
He tasted of smoked wine to her, the heady feel of him kissing her so intimately made her knees buckle. Drawing her body closer to his own, his hands still firmly placed on her cheeks prohibited any forward movement as she groaned into his mouth lightly. His control began to falter as his tongue swept against hers as she attempted to duel with him. He crashed her body against his as her arms wrapped themselves of their own accord around his neck and shoulders. They sucked at each others mouths hungrily, each eager to overcome the lightheaded sensations as they broke apart for air.
Her eyes were closed as he looked down at her, coming to the realization that his hands were firmly planted on her hips, his strong arms holding their lower halves together as her thin arms held their chests in a tight and warm embrace. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her lips swollen from the exchange.
She was stunning.
"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His voice was sensuously ragged, his accent more pronounced and deep as his once brown eyes flickered black in the moonlight. Her fingers had unwittingly tangled in his deep brown hair, the cloth that held it up long forgotten on the floor at their feet as his locks hung in a dark curtain around his finely shaped cheekbones and strong jaw line.
"Make me your wife, my William." She scarcely even recognized her own voice as she stepped closer into the ring of his arms.
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A/N: Sorry to cut it off there, I'm dead tired and I've been going all day! That and it's 1:04 AM. Anywho; more coming in the next installment. Tell me what you guys think!!!!
_Liz_