AN// Readers, it is my trademark double version chapter trick again! I like
to adhere to rules so I made versions of this chapter. One version is
obviously seen here and it's the "clean" version. Those under 18 and easily
offended at sexually graphic material, just skip the rest of my AN and go
on ahead to the chapter.
All the others, follow me. If you're over 18 or not offended by my wordiness of some situations, *grin*, I have a link to the actual way I wanted this chapter to pan out. Just copy and paste the following link to your browser and you'll end up at my original version. At the end of ThAT web page, there will be a link leading you back here so you can review as you would if you had never left the site!
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Chapter 17:
"What?" Patricia asked breathless once they were in the open deck. She just looked up at him wide eyed. "You what me?" Will chuckled under his breath and put a finger on her lips to silence her. Once getting the desired effect, Will bent down to give her another quick kiss.
"Hush, love. Our captain..." his voice still retaining its annoyance, "...wishes to speak with us." Patricia just kept looking at him and then turned to the front, her smile still too confused to appear.
"Well, lads and ladies," Jack started looking down at them from the railings by the wheel. "Congratulations for reaching the end of your journey to the Maiden Blue's gold and jewels..."
"We were at sea for twelve bloody hours! Shortest journey I've ever been on!" someone shouted from the midst of the people.
"I don't remember asking you, now did I, mate?" Jack asked with a poisonous smile. "Now, before I was interrupted, I was about to speak of one of the most sought after treasures in all the seven seas... The Maiden Blue..." A murmur went through the small crowd like a wave starting from the front to the back. "Everyone thought that the Maiden Blue has disappeared but, with a stroke of luck from my friend Miss Taylor there, I have found it and you, my able-bodied crew, shall recover it and be one of the richest of the world..."
"Well, where is it? I only see some dark waters around us, cap'n," the voice called again.
"That's because you have to look UNDER the water's surface to find it, lad," Jack said annoyed by this interrupter. "And will you please shut up?"
"Why's that, sir?"
"Alright, who's this bloody idiot? I swear I'm going to throw him off the ship after another word," Jack snapped. The crowd parted, leaving a dirty boy probably in his late teens, snickering with his friend of the same age. The moment they realized that they were revealed, they straightened up a deep flush on their faces.
"'Allo cap'n," the taller one stammered.
"Mack! Dylan...." Jack called as he stopped down from his pedestal and approached them. "Thank you for volunteering to go to shore and set up some tents for some of the crew tonight."
"Our... Our pleasure, cap'n..." Mack said his voice cracking again.
"Now take the little gig over there..." Jack pointed to the small boat on the starboard side. "And that little bag over there... Have your firewood, our blankets and other necessities. We'll follow in an hour's time, savvy?" This time he pointed to a large bag of supplies on the floor. Dylan and Mack nodded their head, furiously. "You, lads, need to learn to follow a bit of authority..."
"Pot, kettle, Jack," AnaMaria said a twitch to her lips telling everyone she was teasing him.
"I didn't ask anything of you either, AnaMaria," Jack said through clenched teeth.
"You needn't have. I can tell what you need of me in the blink of an eye," AnaMaria continued.
"Ahhhh! Forget it! I REALLY wanted my speech but I keep getting interrupted AND I forgot how it went anyways! Is it wrong to want a little respect?!" Jack exclaimed, annoyed. "Mack, Dylan... Make sure I have a warm, stable bed tonight or BOTH of you will sleep in the water. Everyone, gather things for a group of ten's trip to shore. Make sure we have enough to stay the night." Jack stomped off, still peeved that his moment was shot through by a couple of mouthy teenagers and an AnaMaria.
The crowd dispersed, slightly amused with had just happened, especially AnaMaria, but now her thoughts were drifting elsewhere. Her eyes caught Elizabeth, who remained stationary among the workers, and she went up to her.
"Not working, Miss Swann?" AnaMaria asked with a smile.
"Must I?" she replied. She pointed to the other side of the boat, a little bit out of the way of everyone else and partially hidden in the shadows. "I'd rather watch the show..."
AnaMaria gave Elizabeth a strange look before turning her head to where the other was pointing. In the shadows, Will was holding on to Patricia's hands and staring down at her with an amused look in his eyes. The other half of the couple was staring at him with uncertainty. They could only guess that Will had finally gotten his act together but Patricia still needed a moment to realize that her hopes weren't in vain after all.
"Oooo! He's going to kiss her!" Elizabeth squealed. As if on cue, Will leaned down to do as Elizabeth had said to shut Patricia's babbling up. "Awww! Aren't they adorable?" AnaMaria could only laugh at the gleam in the younger woman's eyes.
"Sickeningly so... How 'bout you, Miss Swann? Aren't you missing your own husband?" AnaMaria prodded.
"In a way," Elizabeth shrugged. "Not to sound horrible, but I think I needed a bit more time before I become the straitlaced wife of James..."
"James?"
"The commodore..." Elizabeth looked out onto the water where she could see Mack and Dylan begin the fire. "I respect him as my husband... and I know he's looking for me so that does count for something..." Her eyes went to the invisible horizon as if she would see the white sails of her husband's ship but there was nothing but stars, white foam, and faint glimmer of the sun in the cerulean sky. "I just don't think I was made to sit at home... I needed this one last chance to break free..."
"Glad that Will took you then?" AnaMaria grinned.
"In the long run, yes... I am," Elizabeth finally said out loud.
"Happy that you're at least enjoying yourself, Miss Swann but now you must ready for going to shore..." AnaMaria replied, leading her to grab a bag for supplies.
"Me?"
"Yes... I think Jack wants the original crew, me and Gibbs included to go to shore after Mack and Dylan... Us plus two more... Prolly De Misse and Aleretto..."
"Why us? Wouldn't Jack want someone to keep with the ship?"
"Nah.. don't worry about the rest of the crew. As long as the gold isn't in their hands, or a map, for that matter, they won't run and leave us here," AnaMaria explained, grabbing a knife and securing it at her belt.
"You sure about that?" Elizabeth looked warily at the men around her.
"They're got nothing to run WITH, Miss Swann." Elizabeth slung a bag over her shoulder, handed to her by the female pirate and shrugged.
"If you say so..."
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Will and Patricia turned to the decks below after grabbing two canvas bags. "Come on... we'll need all the blankets and sheets we can get..." Patricia nodded and led the way, still feeling Will's hand at the small of her back. Once behind closed doors again, Will took her in his arms and kissed her slowly again, his tongue entering hers and not quite wanting to leave but even as Patricia arched his body against his , Will could still feel her uncertainty. Reluctantly, he pulled away though his arms held on to her waist tighter.
"Why'd you stop?" Patricia pouted as her hands pulled at his hair, teasingly.
"I love you..." he murmured, their faces so close that their noses touched. "You believe me, don't you?" Only silence answered him. "Please... PLEASE believe me? Forgive my last eight years' stupidity and blindness and believe me?"
"It's just..." Patricia sighed, not really sure how to say that she believed him but not quite. "It's hard to believe that you do..." Will looked at her solemnly, brushing away dark strands from her face... but a slow cheeky grin started to grow.
"Well, if that's the case..." he beamed, his hands lowering down to just below her butt and then pulling her up off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she threw her head back and laughed. "... why don't I spend all of tonight making you a believer?" Will laid Patricia down on the bed, his head nesting at her neck.
"All night?" Patricia giggled, her hands feeling its way underneath his shirt.
"All night, love," Will replied. His own fingers were pushing away the cloak she still wore, motivated by the heat of the skin he was getting so close to touching. He pushed down her chemise over her shoulder kissing his way from the outside and across the collar bone and up her neck. His lips felt her lips again and they both opened their mouth, tongues barely getting enough of the taste of the other.
"More..." Patricia moaned, her hips unconsciously trying to break through her skirt and his breeches, where something else was trying tor each her as well. Will's hand snaked down her body gathering the skirt up to the waist. Will looked up to see her Patricia's face flushed and eyes clouded with want. As his finger tips grazed the skin of her now-bare thigh, a series of bumps echoed through the room.
"Come on, down there! Time to go a-shore!!" a shout said through wooden planks. The heated atmosphere dissipated and Patricia turned her head into the pillows, laughing.
"God damn him to bloody hell!" Will yelled into the bed. "We're not going, Patricia..."
"What? But..." Patricia started but she quieted at the angry stare from Will's eyes. She laughed and dropped a kiss on his neck. "Fine... we'll tell him we'll follow tomorrow then?"
"We? No, not we," Will blushed.
"Why not?" A nudge from his hips told Patricia all she needed to know. An evil smile showed itself on her face and her hand slithered down his body. "I'll go to Jack myself then..." As she got up, the hand wandering on Will just narrowly brushed against the source of Will's embarassment. Will's body shuddered at the slight contact and made to reach for her but she just laughed and jumped out of the way of his hand. "No no.. Must go up and tell Jack of our plans to stay here the night..." She walked away and shut the door behind her, still laughing, as Will threw a pillow at her back.
"Tease!" he growled, before falling back into the sheets and burrowing himself in the warmth Patricia made and inhaling the scent that she left behind.
Patricia fixed herself up a bit before going up to where Jack was pacing the deck impatiently.
"There you are! Come on! It's almost full dark!" Jack tried to coerce her into a boat. "Where's your aggravating boyfriend? COME ON!"
"Shhh! Jack, listen to me!" A faint blush went across her cheeks as Patricia explained her and Will's plan. "We want to stay here the night... We can always follow in the morning... But.. uhh.. yes.. Will and I just want to rest on the ship for the evening." Jack, at first, froze midwave towards the gig and then gave a mischievous grin, as if he were part of some naughty secret.
"Oh!" Jack replied his voice low and dangerously playful. "I see how it is! Just tell Turner not to go at it all night... wouldn't want to hurt you unless, of course..." Patricia blushed at the vulgarity of what he was implying. "Ahh! I KNEW you were wild cat in the sack!" His eyes winked suggestively. "God bless the first man to introduce you to the goings-ons of the bedroom. Well, then Miss Taylor.. Have yourself a good evening but make sure you have rest to search those islands in in the early morn."
With that he staggered away, humming a tune and jumping into the boat before being lowered down to the water. He leaned over to AnaMaria, who had her back turned to him, and gave her a wet kiss on the cheek.
"Jack! You disgusting bastard! You keep yourself away from me, you hear?" AnaMaria grimaced wiping away the traces of the kiss.
"Aww.. but Ana, you know you liked it!" he reasoned. "And anyways, love, all of Miss Taylor's talk about staying the night with her lad... Makes me envious and wanting me own company for the night..." His hand ran down her arm and retreated only when AnaMaria turned to glare at him but the evil eye had the opposite of her desired effect on him. Instead of recoiling in fear, Jack leaned back a smug look on his kohl-stained face.
"What?" AnaMaria snapped as Elizabeth looked at her, slyly.
"I wouldn't mind having my own tent for the night. That's all," Elizabeth shrugged, calmly, before bursting into giggles at AnaMaria's face.
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It was still dark when Patricia and Will woke up. Actually, it was only Will, who woke up. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he looked down at the girl in his arms. He sighed when he remembered how Patricia was in the same position only two mornings ago.
Will had dreamt about making love to his best friend that night only to find her fully clothed the next morning, though next to him in his bed. He smiled at the memory of their beautiful night together, his dreams literally coming true. Now she was in his arms, but her naked skin pressing into his. Fingers danced from the hand resting on his chest and down the arm, past her shoulder and to the breast pressing into his side. His hands gently caressed the white skin and kissed her forehead before lowering his hand to her belly. His hand came to the the tiniest of bulges and felt a goofy grin grow on his face.
One day that little bump will grow and my child will grow inside it, he thought wistfully. His mind screamed a halt when the word "child" registered to his consciousness.
Good god, I pretty much just said that I was going to have children! CHILDREN!, the logical voice in his head screamed in panic but he felt her belly again in the palm of his hand and the more wistful voice returned.
Yup... children... and Patricia will the mother of said children. If the logical voice had any retort to that, Will would never know because just then Patricia woke up, looking up at Will, and all thoughts except for the ones represented by the wistful voice disappeared. She saw the smile on his face and her forehead creased.
"Penny for your thoughts," Patricia greeted her lips meeting his briefly.
"Nothing important, love," he said, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Seemed pretty deep for not important, judging by that grin," she prodded.
"Just... just thinking about you..." A kiss... "Me..." Another kiss... "And just random thoughts about what'll happen when I get you to myself somewhere in the future and what that equation might equal."
"Equal what exactly?" Her voice was raspy and the sound didn't escape Will.
"I don't know what it equals yet but god, your voice in the morning makes me want you again..." He covered his body with hers, throwing the sheet over them again.
"What thrice in a night isn't enough for you?" she laughed.
"How many times is it ever enough for a man making love to the woman he loves?" he asked. Her laugh came again.
"Good answer but it was a yes or no question," she grinned. Words left their communication and kissing became the preferred way to speak to each other and it spoke volumes. Patricia could feel Will's need for her against her leg and she was more than happy to meet the moment but a short rapping on the door broke the atmosphere.... again.
"Miss Taylor? Mr. Turner?" a voice called. "The last boat will be leaving soon for shore. The captain instructed me the night before to call you for it."
"We're coming," Will answered in a strangled tone. He glared down at Patricia, still aroused and now a bit angry. "There is a conspiracy against us! They never want us to finish anything!"
"You finished three times last night, Will... I think you'll be fine..." She gave him a slow, sensuous kiss and Will took all his strength to pull away.
"You kiss me that way, I won't be fine," he snarled through clenched teeth as Patricia just looked at him mockingly. "Aren't you even a little bit annoyed at the interruptions?!"
"Of course, I am," Patricia shrugged. She slid off the bed clutching one of the sheets to her body to protect her modesty and then walked to the crate of clothing pulling out some underwear and a simple, long-sleeve pale yellow dress (AN// Think Elizabeth stranded on the island with Jack but outer wear version.) "It's just that... the fact that you want me at all was something I thought would never happen. Now that you do, even if we don't finish what we started, I'm already happy." A pink blush coloured her cheeks when she turned back to Will, who was reclining on the bed, back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him, palming the back of his head. She slipped on the clothing before coming near Will again and sitting beside his body.
"I make you happy with just the fact that I want you?" Will asked. He leaned over to her and she leaned in as well, a finger playing with his long curls. She nodded, looking into his eyes, with sincerity. "Love, in a way, that's almost wicked of you..." he grinned.
"What? Why?"
"Because, for all I know, you can just spend every night teasing me, making me want you like last night and making your self happy, and then leave me to my own devices," Will explained. "Not a nice possibility."
"Will! I've waited for you the last eight years! I'm getting my just rewards from you every possible night just for my patience," Patricia reassured him. A kiss was shared between the two before Patricia stood up and walked to the door. "I'll wait upstairs for you."
"You won't wait for me here?" Will pouted. As Patricia stepped behind the door, she just shrugged.
"If I see you in all your glory again, we'll REALLY be late... We just haven't got the time so I'll see you in a bit." She blew a kiss and hurriedly shut the door behind her. As Will just sighed his annoyance, he heard her footsteps hurry up the stairs and the slam of the door when she exited to the outside world. He hurriedly dressed and tied his hair back before going after her.
AN// Okay initial idea was that I continue past this point but it was just TOO LONG! I already spilled onto twelve pages (Verdana size 10) on the uncut version. It's seven when all cleaned up... I just really hope you guys got to read the full version(Read first AN//)... The sex scene was put in here, not for the sake of having a sex scene. but to kind of reinforce Will and Patricia's love. *shrug* I hope you enjoyed either way.
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All the others, follow me. If you're over 18 or not offended by my wordiness of some situations, *grin*, I have a link to the actual way I wanted this chapter to pan out. Just copy and paste the following link to your browser and you'll end up at my original version. At the end of ThAT web page, there will be a link leading you back here so you can review as you would if you had never left the site!
My last upload was a punk. Umm just go to my profile.. See above? Click BluWine and read my Bio. Under Things Change should be the link! And it should work perfectly!! *grumbles*
Chapter 17:
"What?" Patricia asked breathless once they were in the open deck. She just looked up at him wide eyed. "You what me?" Will chuckled under his breath and put a finger on her lips to silence her. Once getting the desired effect, Will bent down to give her another quick kiss.
"Hush, love. Our captain..." his voice still retaining its annoyance, "...wishes to speak with us." Patricia just kept looking at him and then turned to the front, her smile still too confused to appear.
"Well, lads and ladies," Jack started looking down at them from the railings by the wheel. "Congratulations for reaching the end of your journey to the Maiden Blue's gold and jewels..."
"We were at sea for twelve bloody hours! Shortest journey I've ever been on!" someone shouted from the midst of the people.
"I don't remember asking you, now did I, mate?" Jack asked with a poisonous smile. "Now, before I was interrupted, I was about to speak of one of the most sought after treasures in all the seven seas... The Maiden Blue..." A murmur went through the small crowd like a wave starting from the front to the back. "Everyone thought that the Maiden Blue has disappeared but, with a stroke of luck from my friend Miss Taylor there, I have found it and you, my able-bodied crew, shall recover it and be one of the richest of the world..."
"Well, where is it? I only see some dark waters around us, cap'n," the voice called again.
"That's because you have to look UNDER the water's surface to find it, lad," Jack said annoyed by this interrupter. "And will you please shut up?"
"Why's that, sir?"
"Alright, who's this bloody idiot? I swear I'm going to throw him off the ship after another word," Jack snapped. The crowd parted, leaving a dirty boy probably in his late teens, snickering with his friend of the same age. The moment they realized that they were revealed, they straightened up a deep flush on their faces.
"'Allo cap'n," the taller one stammered.
"Mack! Dylan...." Jack called as he stopped down from his pedestal and approached them. "Thank you for volunteering to go to shore and set up some tents for some of the crew tonight."
"Our... Our pleasure, cap'n..." Mack said his voice cracking again.
"Now take the little gig over there..." Jack pointed to the small boat on the starboard side. "And that little bag over there... Have your firewood, our blankets and other necessities. We'll follow in an hour's time, savvy?" This time he pointed to a large bag of supplies on the floor. Dylan and Mack nodded their head, furiously. "You, lads, need to learn to follow a bit of authority..."
"Pot, kettle, Jack," AnaMaria said a twitch to her lips telling everyone she was teasing him.
"I didn't ask anything of you either, AnaMaria," Jack said through clenched teeth.
"You needn't have. I can tell what you need of me in the blink of an eye," AnaMaria continued.
"Ahhhh! Forget it! I REALLY wanted my speech but I keep getting interrupted AND I forgot how it went anyways! Is it wrong to want a little respect?!" Jack exclaimed, annoyed. "Mack, Dylan... Make sure I have a warm, stable bed tonight or BOTH of you will sleep in the water. Everyone, gather things for a group of ten's trip to shore. Make sure we have enough to stay the night." Jack stomped off, still peeved that his moment was shot through by a couple of mouthy teenagers and an AnaMaria.
The crowd dispersed, slightly amused with had just happened, especially AnaMaria, but now her thoughts were drifting elsewhere. Her eyes caught Elizabeth, who remained stationary among the workers, and she went up to her.
"Not working, Miss Swann?" AnaMaria asked with a smile.
"Must I?" she replied. She pointed to the other side of the boat, a little bit out of the way of everyone else and partially hidden in the shadows. "I'd rather watch the show..."
AnaMaria gave Elizabeth a strange look before turning her head to where the other was pointing. In the shadows, Will was holding on to Patricia's hands and staring down at her with an amused look in his eyes. The other half of the couple was staring at him with uncertainty. They could only guess that Will had finally gotten his act together but Patricia still needed a moment to realize that her hopes weren't in vain after all.
"Oooo! He's going to kiss her!" Elizabeth squealed. As if on cue, Will leaned down to do as Elizabeth had said to shut Patricia's babbling up. "Awww! Aren't they adorable?" AnaMaria could only laugh at the gleam in the younger woman's eyes.
"Sickeningly so... How 'bout you, Miss Swann? Aren't you missing your own husband?" AnaMaria prodded.
"In a way," Elizabeth shrugged. "Not to sound horrible, but I think I needed a bit more time before I become the straitlaced wife of James..."
"James?"
"The commodore..." Elizabeth looked out onto the water where she could see Mack and Dylan begin the fire. "I respect him as my husband... and I know he's looking for me so that does count for something..." Her eyes went to the invisible horizon as if she would see the white sails of her husband's ship but there was nothing but stars, white foam, and faint glimmer of the sun in the cerulean sky. "I just don't think I was made to sit at home... I needed this one last chance to break free..."
"Glad that Will took you then?" AnaMaria grinned.
"In the long run, yes... I am," Elizabeth finally said out loud.
"Happy that you're at least enjoying yourself, Miss Swann but now you must ready for going to shore..." AnaMaria replied, leading her to grab a bag for supplies.
"Me?"
"Yes... I think Jack wants the original crew, me and Gibbs included to go to shore after Mack and Dylan... Us plus two more... Prolly De Misse and Aleretto..."
"Why us? Wouldn't Jack want someone to keep with the ship?"
"Nah.. don't worry about the rest of the crew. As long as the gold isn't in their hands, or a map, for that matter, they won't run and leave us here," AnaMaria explained, grabbing a knife and securing it at her belt.
"You sure about that?" Elizabeth looked warily at the men around her.
"They're got nothing to run WITH, Miss Swann." Elizabeth slung a bag over her shoulder, handed to her by the female pirate and shrugged.
"If you say so..."
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Will and Patricia turned to the decks below after grabbing two canvas bags. "Come on... we'll need all the blankets and sheets we can get..." Patricia nodded and led the way, still feeling Will's hand at the small of her back. Once behind closed doors again, Will took her in his arms and kissed her slowly again, his tongue entering hers and not quite wanting to leave but even as Patricia arched his body against his , Will could still feel her uncertainty. Reluctantly, he pulled away though his arms held on to her waist tighter.
"Why'd you stop?" Patricia pouted as her hands pulled at his hair, teasingly.
"I love you..." he murmured, their faces so close that their noses touched. "You believe me, don't you?" Only silence answered him. "Please... PLEASE believe me? Forgive my last eight years' stupidity and blindness and believe me?"
"It's just..." Patricia sighed, not really sure how to say that she believed him but not quite. "It's hard to believe that you do..." Will looked at her solemnly, brushing away dark strands from her face... but a slow cheeky grin started to grow.
"Well, if that's the case..." he beamed, his hands lowering down to just below her butt and then pulling her up off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she threw her head back and laughed. "... why don't I spend all of tonight making you a believer?" Will laid Patricia down on the bed, his head nesting at her neck.
"All night?" Patricia giggled, her hands feeling its way underneath his shirt.
"All night, love," Will replied. His own fingers were pushing away the cloak she still wore, motivated by the heat of the skin he was getting so close to touching. He pushed down her chemise over her shoulder kissing his way from the outside and across the collar bone and up her neck. His lips felt her lips again and they both opened their mouth, tongues barely getting enough of the taste of the other.
"More..." Patricia moaned, her hips unconsciously trying to break through her skirt and his breeches, where something else was trying tor each her as well. Will's hand snaked down her body gathering the skirt up to the waist. Will looked up to see her Patricia's face flushed and eyes clouded with want. As his finger tips grazed the skin of her now-bare thigh, a series of bumps echoed through the room.
"Come on, down there! Time to go a-shore!!" a shout said through wooden planks. The heated atmosphere dissipated and Patricia turned her head into the pillows, laughing.
"God damn him to bloody hell!" Will yelled into the bed. "We're not going, Patricia..."
"What? But..." Patricia started but she quieted at the angry stare from Will's eyes. She laughed and dropped a kiss on his neck. "Fine... we'll tell him we'll follow tomorrow then?"
"We? No, not we," Will blushed.
"Why not?" A nudge from his hips told Patricia all she needed to know. An evil smile showed itself on her face and her hand slithered down his body. "I'll go to Jack myself then..." As she got up, the hand wandering on Will just narrowly brushed against the source of Will's embarassment. Will's body shuddered at the slight contact and made to reach for her but she just laughed and jumped out of the way of his hand. "No no.. Must go up and tell Jack of our plans to stay here the night..." She walked away and shut the door behind her, still laughing, as Will threw a pillow at her back.
"Tease!" he growled, before falling back into the sheets and burrowing himself in the warmth Patricia made and inhaling the scent that she left behind.
Patricia fixed herself up a bit before going up to where Jack was pacing the deck impatiently.
"There you are! Come on! It's almost full dark!" Jack tried to coerce her into a boat. "Where's your aggravating boyfriend? COME ON!"
"Shhh! Jack, listen to me!" A faint blush went across her cheeks as Patricia explained her and Will's plan. "We want to stay here the night... We can always follow in the morning... But.. uhh.. yes.. Will and I just want to rest on the ship for the evening." Jack, at first, froze midwave towards the gig and then gave a mischievous grin, as if he were part of some naughty secret.
"Oh!" Jack replied his voice low and dangerously playful. "I see how it is! Just tell Turner not to go at it all night... wouldn't want to hurt you unless, of course..." Patricia blushed at the vulgarity of what he was implying. "Ahh! I KNEW you were wild cat in the sack!" His eyes winked suggestively. "God bless the first man to introduce you to the goings-ons of the bedroom. Well, then Miss Taylor.. Have yourself a good evening but make sure you have rest to search those islands in in the early morn."
With that he staggered away, humming a tune and jumping into the boat before being lowered down to the water. He leaned over to AnaMaria, who had her back turned to him, and gave her a wet kiss on the cheek.
"Jack! You disgusting bastard! You keep yourself away from me, you hear?" AnaMaria grimaced wiping away the traces of the kiss.
"Aww.. but Ana, you know you liked it!" he reasoned. "And anyways, love, all of Miss Taylor's talk about staying the night with her lad... Makes me envious and wanting me own company for the night..." His hand ran down her arm and retreated only when AnaMaria turned to glare at him but the evil eye had the opposite of her desired effect on him. Instead of recoiling in fear, Jack leaned back a smug look on his kohl-stained face.
"What?" AnaMaria snapped as Elizabeth looked at her, slyly.
"I wouldn't mind having my own tent for the night. That's all," Elizabeth shrugged, calmly, before bursting into giggles at AnaMaria's face.
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It was still dark when Patricia and Will woke up. Actually, it was only Will, who woke up. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he looked down at the girl in his arms. He sighed when he remembered how Patricia was in the same position only two mornings ago.
Will had dreamt about making love to his best friend that night only to find her fully clothed the next morning, though next to him in his bed. He smiled at the memory of their beautiful night together, his dreams literally coming true. Now she was in his arms, but her naked skin pressing into his. Fingers danced from the hand resting on his chest and down the arm, past her shoulder and to the breast pressing into his side. His hands gently caressed the white skin and kissed her forehead before lowering his hand to her belly. His hand came to the the tiniest of bulges and felt a goofy grin grow on his face.
One day that little bump will grow and my child will grow inside it, he thought wistfully. His mind screamed a halt when the word "child" registered to his consciousness.
Good god, I pretty much just said that I was going to have children! CHILDREN!, the logical voice in his head screamed in panic but he felt her belly again in the palm of his hand and the more wistful voice returned.
Yup... children... and Patricia will the mother of said children. If the logical voice had any retort to that, Will would never know because just then Patricia woke up, looking up at Will, and all thoughts except for the ones represented by the wistful voice disappeared. She saw the smile on his face and her forehead creased.
"Penny for your thoughts," Patricia greeted her lips meeting his briefly.
"Nothing important, love," he said, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Seemed pretty deep for not important, judging by that grin," she prodded.
"Just... just thinking about you..." A kiss... "Me..." Another kiss... "And just random thoughts about what'll happen when I get you to myself somewhere in the future and what that equation might equal."
"Equal what exactly?" Her voice was raspy and the sound didn't escape Will.
"I don't know what it equals yet but god, your voice in the morning makes me want you again..." He covered his body with hers, throwing the sheet over them again.
"What thrice in a night isn't enough for you?" she laughed.
"How many times is it ever enough for a man making love to the woman he loves?" he asked. Her laugh came again.
"Good answer but it was a yes or no question," she grinned. Words left their communication and kissing became the preferred way to speak to each other and it spoke volumes. Patricia could feel Will's need for her against her leg and she was more than happy to meet the moment but a short rapping on the door broke the atmosphere.... again.
"Miss Taylor? Mr. Turner?" a voice called. "The last boat will be leaving soon for shore. The captain instructed me the night before to call you for it."
"We're coming," Will answered in a strangled tone. He glared down at Patricia, still aroused and now a bit angry. "There is a conspiracy against us! They never want us to finish anything!"
"You finished three times last night, Will... I think you'll be fine..." She gave him a slow, sensuous kiss and Will took all his strength to pull away.
"You kiss me that way, I won't be fine," he snarled through clenched teeth as Patricia just looked at him mockingly. "Aren't you even a little bit annoyed at the interruptions?!"
"Of course, I am," Patricia shrugged. She slid off the bed clutching one of the sheets to her body to protect her modesty and then walked to the crate of clothing pulling out some underwear and a simple, long-sleeve pale yellow dress (AN// Think Elizabeth stranded on the island with Jack but outer wear version.) "It's just that... the fact that you want me at all was something I thought would never happen. Now that you do, even if we don't finish what we started, I'm already happy." A pink blush coloured her cheeks when she turned back to Will, who was reclining on the bed, back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him, palming the back of his head. She slipped on the clothing before coming near Will again and sitting beside his body.
"I make you happy with just the fact that I want you?" Will asked. He leaned over to her and she leaned in as well, a finger playing with his long curls. She nodded, looking into his eyes, with sincerity. "Love, in a way, that's almost wicked of you..." he grinned.
"What? Why?"
"Because, for all I know, you can just spend every night teasing me, making me want you like last night and making your self happy, and then leave me to my own devices," Will explained. "Not a nice possibility."
"Will! I've waited for you the last eight years! I'm getting my just rewards from you every possible night just for my patience," Patricia reassured him. A kiss was shared between the two before Patricia stood up and walked to the door. "I'll wait upstairs for you."
"You won't wait for me here?" Will pouted. As Patricia stepped behind the door, she just shrugged.
"If I see you in all your glory again, we'll REALLY be late... We just haven't got the time so I'll see you in a bit." She blew a kiss and hurriedly shut the door behind her. As Will just sighed his annoyance, he heard her footsteps hurry up the stairs and the slam of the door when she exited to the outside world. He hurriedly dressed and tied his hair back before going after her.
AN// Okay initial idea was that I continue past this point but it was just TOO LONG! I already spilled onto twelve pages (Verdana size 10) on the uncut version. It's seven when all cleaned up... I just really hope you guys got to read the full version(Read first AN//)... The sex scene was put in here, not for the sake of having a sex scene. but to kind of reinforce Will and Patricia's love. *shrug* I hope you enjoyed either way.
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