A/N: Kind of like the previous chapter where Elizabeth is remembering the events of that day, Will is remembering some events that took place a while ago. I've always kind of wanted to do a 'what if' story to this part of Pirates. The scene that took place below deck and aboard the Interceptor. I know it won't exactly follow the story line, but I had to play my own ways about it. You know. Mushy Liz and Will stuff HAD to have happened.
Wednesday
Will was adrift in a sea of memories as he helped various guards and navy men load the Dauntless for Commodore Norrington's next big venture after Captain Jack Sparrow. This incredibly elusive pirate had managed to stay one step ahead of the Royal Guard on all accounts, even when the Commodore as been tipped by a variety of pirates and renegades. Will stood in at the bottom of the ladder as the others took a lunch and left him below decks with the job of sorting out the swords and weapons for the voyage.
But Will's mind was not on swords or weapons, it was dutifully bound to his wife as the memories crashed down into his head of the time spent alone aboard the Interceptor not six months before.
"Why did you take it?"
"Because, I was afraid that you were a pirate. That would have been awful."
"It wasn't your blood they needed. It was my fathers blood; my blood. The blood of a pirate."
"Will I'm so sorry, please forgive me…" She was cut short as his hand slammed down onto the table, the cursed piece of gold digging into his palm as he glared at the back of his down turned hand.
A sigh mixed with a sob escaped her lips as she stood and fled to the opposite side of the cabin; her back faced him as her shoulders bounced with the effort of keeping her tears at bay. Standing with a regretful exhalation, his steps made a series of loud thuds against the floor as he reached her slowly. His hands rested against her shoulders, and with a swift finesse she turned and wrapped her arms around him as she buried her face into his neck with a cry.
"Please don't be angry with me Will, I hadn't meant to take the medallion for my own, I just was not willing to lose you because of a piece of wretched treasure." She sniffled into the column of his throat as her tears fell to the top of his shirt.
"You've nothing to apologize for, Elizabeth, I am the one who is sorry. I should not have snapped at you like that, it was ungrateful of me." His hands moved in lithe circles around her back and shoulders as he pulled away, cupping her face in his hands. "Do not cry; please." He nearly begged as the pads of his weather-worn thumbs caressed the drops from her cheeks.
"Come and lay down, you are weary." He almost ordered as he lifted her up to his chest before laying her down onto the small cot he'd set up across from his. He placed her head on the downy pillow and pulled the blankets up over her cumbersome dress. Leaning in and pressing a light kiss to her forehead and another into her hair, he made his way above decks to see to manning the ship for the return to Port Royal. His heart bloomed with the thought that he was able to rescue Miss. Swann from Barbossa and his pirates. The sense of pride was soon joined by guilt as he thought of his revelation of Jack wanting to barter him with Barbossa and the retaliation that would most likely leave the pirate with a nasty headache; if he was still alive.
Afternoon settled into evening as Gibbs came to take his watch and he moved with sluggish steps back down the small ladder and into his stay room; currently inhabited by one, Elizabeth Swann. Her frame was silhouetted in the candle light as the single flame burned from the center of the table. Moving to his own cot he shrugged out of his vest and yanked the cotton shirt over his head with a small grunt, all but falling with an exhausted thump onto the bed provided.
The cotton blanket pooled at his waist as he lay on his back, one arm stretched out over his eyes and the other resting idly against his stomach. Tossing and turning woke him as the squeak of the small cot in the corner invaded his pleasant dreams of returning to Port Royal with Elizabeth at his side. The candle had long since burned out, and by the looks of things only a few hours had passed by. He tried to adjust his eyes to the invading darkness as he attempted to focus on Elizabeth's flailing arms as she fought an unknown demon.
"Just a dream." He stated to himself as he closed his eyes once more, her body becoming still as she sighed in her sleep. The dream world had begun to clutch his mind as a cry filled the room. Sitting up immediately, his hand moved to the sword he had place within reach and his head slammed into the hard wood cabinet above his cot as he heard Elizabeth's frantic breathing.
"What is it?" his voice was deep and rugged, having a raspy sound to it as he stood and made his way to her bedside, his hand rubbing at the aching knot above his hairline. He sat on the edge of her bed, looking at her with soft brown eyes as he waited for her eyes and her mind to focus on her surroundings, not wishing to push her to see beyond what she was capable of. His hand reached out tentatively as he brushed his fingers over hers gently. He was unprepared for the slap she delivered as she yelled at him to keep away, the darkness of the room suppressing her into the corner of the cot. She pulled her legs up to her chest as she buried her tearstained face into the red dress Barbossa had gifted upon her.
"'Lizabeth, it's me; it's Will." Will was dazed as he attempted to quell her fears as she recognized his voice.
"Will? Where…where are we? This is the Black Pearl, how on earth did you climb aboard unnoticed?" She questioned and came out of her corner. She was a strong woman, but night on the Black Pearl had placed a large amount of trepidation in her mind and she had come to loath the time after the sun set and the moon shone.
"No Elizabeth, we're on the Interceptor. We are rid of the Black Pearl, I promise." He stood and walked with hands stretched out as he ran knees first into the table. With a muffled curse he shuffled about for a match as he lit the last remaining candle, its soft glow making him squint in contrast to the dark interior of the stay room. He turned to face her, laying his sword back beside his cot as he approached her slowly and perched himself back beside her on the small bed.
"I thought I was back."
Will merely shook his head and reached out to her. Accepting his embrace with a sigh she allowed herself to be coddled onto his lap and against his firm chest. Her arms wound around his neck as she burrowed her nose against his throat. His warm fingers brushed over her shoulders and back, massaging the tension out of the knotted muscles. When she was completely relaxed against his chest he moved to lay her back onto the small cot as her arms about him became a vice.
"Don't leave me, Will, please. Don't let me alone." She begged and he nodded, standing and walking over to the slightly larger bed the cabin offered as he lay her down, maneuvering himself behind her and pulled her against his chest.
"You know, Miss. Swann, if anyone were to see us like this they would talk." His deep voice close to her ear made her tremble as she rolled in his grasp, pushing her body flush against his own. The material of the dress crinkled between them as he looked down into her face.
"You're beautiful, Miss. Swann." He stated, a blush rising to his cheeks as he broke her gaze, his dark eyes fixing on the pillow they both shared.
She smiled gently at him and leaned up to place a kiss to his cheek. "You are, and always will be my dearest friend, William."
Caught up in the moment, his head turned and her lips brushed his own. A tremor ran down her spine as her heartbeat began to increase. She tested the waters once more raising her mouth to his; this time his hand came up to capture the nape of her neck keeping her from retreating. His lips were anything but prodding, and at the same time anything but gentle. They demanded that she respond however, and she did with fervor. They were engulfed in the taste of one another as his tongue taunted her lips, asking her permission before entering the cavern of her mouth. It traced the rows of perfectly lined teeth, across her tongue briefly before stroking the roof of her mouth. The need for oxygen broke them apart far too quickly for his liking, and he bent his head down for another taste. His now trained lips and tongue traced the line of her jaw as he reached the sensitive spot below her ear. Nibbling at it carefully, it elicited several gasps from the woman next to him, knocking him back into reality. With a moan of frustration Will pulled away. His body screaming for release as he rose on shaky legs to stand next to the bed as she looked up at him with a furrowed brow. Her light brown eyes seemed darker, a shade of purple deepening closer to the pupils. Her lips were swollen from the onslaught of his mouth and small scratches adorned her chin and cheeks from the stubble around his mouth.
"We cannot continue, Elizabeth, I'm sorry. I do not wish for you to think ill of me."
"Why would I think ill of you? You were kind and very gentle. Please Will, this is what I want. I want you to turn away the memories. Rid this room of the dark." She pleaded, coming to stand next to him as she ran a hand through his unbound hair and over his cheek; down his neck to his chest. The feather light contact broke Will's resolve as he grabbed her roughly against his body, his mouth claiming hers with something akin to a growl. His lips devoured hers as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Her hands clung to his shoulders, fingernails scratching over the tanned yet soft skin, belying the steel-like muscles below. She felt his insistent arousal against her lower stomach through the layers of dress, and it lit a fire in her chest she had never known before. Nothing had ever felt his strangely wonderful before; this extremely erotic and tantalizingly forbidden. They broke apart for air as Will looked down at her, seeing the innocence he'd fallen in love with so many years ago. Adrift in a sea of emotions he once again stepped away from her with a sad look marring his handsome features.
"We cannot do this, for you are not yet mine to claim."
"I would be if you would claim me, William. It's all I ask of you on this night, to wash away all that was wretched and evil and replace it with naught but good and light."
"You ask too much Elizabeth, you do not know what can come of this. As much as I would enjoy taking away your fears in a blissful night of passion, it is not my want to lay yet another burden on her mind. Please, Miss. Swann, do not ask it of me. This is one thing I cannot give you on this night." Without another word he tossed open the latch and made his way topside, leaving her below with even more things to sort out as he watched the ebb and flow of the sea hammer against the hull of the Interceptor.
Will's thoughts were interrupted as the men returned and finished checking and rechecking their weapons. They thanked him and he left the docks, wandering around the lonely streets of Port Royal in the late evening. Few were out on this night, most indoor where the oncoming rainstorm would not affect them. As if on cue, a large both of light filled the sky and the surrounding area and the deafening blast of thunder soon followed. Will cursed as he jogged home in the rain, fumbling with the lock and wet fingers as the door opened before him. The hired hand stood with a large towel in on hand and a glass of rum in the other, gracing the master of the house with a lopsided grin.
"Wet evening, is it not Mr. Turner?" He helped peel away Will's soaked jacket and vest, holding them away from him as the young man nodded in reply and made his way upstairs. He found Elizabeth in their room; the large picture window wide open as the rain settled into an even larger downpour. The small dormer above the window keeping the rain from entering the house. She was perched on the inner windowsill, her head leaning back against the wall as she folded one leg underneath her to rest her chin upon, and left the other to dangle off of the edge and almost to the floor.
"I was hoping you would arrive home before the storm hit, Will." She smiled lightly, turning her head to stare at her half drowned husband with a lighthearted giggle. Standing quickly she moved over to his still frame in the doorway, pulling him into the wash room. "We should remove these wet clothes; wouldn't wish you to catch a chill." She donned her motherly habits as she worked the sopping cotton shirt off over his head, a few dry patches where his vest protected it from the rain showed a clear white while most of the shirt was transparent. Peeling it from his bronzed chest, she placed a light kiss to the dewy skin before moving back up to his mouth.
"I've thought of nothing but you all day, Elizabeth."
"Were they pleasant thoughts?" She questioned as she continued to undress him slowly as he kicked his shoes off and peeled the socks down his calves before she tugged the trousers to the floor and led him over to a steaming tub of water. She eased him down into it as he shivered with the contrast of hot and cold meeting, the warmth seeping into his drenched skin. She undid the tie that held his hair back and placed gentle kisses to his shoulder and the side of his neck before he spoke again.
"I've been consumed with the thoughts of our first kiss. Working aboard the Dauntless all day has given me many an insight to our actions while on the Interceptor." He saw the light blush on her cheeks and smiled, running wet fingers across her lips.
"I still could not believe you had refused me. I was more than willing to stay with you that night."
"Are you still unhappy with me that I did not fulfill you desires? Was it not enough that I had awakened them?" He asked with a tint of haughtiness in his usually reserved and humble voice.
"No, Will, I admired your courage to tell me no. You were indeed right on that night; I did not know what it was that I wanted. I wasn't sure of what had happened when you kissed me, and I was all the more confused when you refused to continue." She sighed, lifting the washcloth up and running it over his perfect skin. A few scars marred the flesh, but none too unsightly and many almost completely unnoticeable.
"Well, I too applaud my restraint. It was almost too much to bear." He stated as he rose from the tub quickly, wrapping the large towel around his waist as he leaned forward, his lips catching hers as his tongue flitted across her pout. He pulled away quickly and walked back into the room with a sly grin as he rifled through the closet for a fresh pair of trousers to sleep in. He was detained by his wife however as she kissed her way down his back, her tongue tracing each bump of his vertebra below skin and muscle.
"Elizabeth, I warned you once before not to tease." His back vibrated against her lips as his voice rattled through his upper body.
"And I have never once obeyed a command of yours not to tease. You may as well accept it." She reached a hand out, running her fingernail down his spine as he straightened quickly with an indrawn breath and turned, his dark eyes fastening on hers.
"And I have always enjoyed the outcome." She was in his arms before she could think, his mouth already working over hers as his teeth nipped at her lower lip almost painfully, his tongue darting out to lave the bite with a lick as he finally entered her mouth. Hs stroked her sides with his hands before moving behind her to undo the tight laces of her sleep dress. With knowing and deft fingers he slid it from her body and allowed it to pool at their feet. Her hands made their way down his rippling chest to the towel firmly tucked into itself above his navel. Once it too made its way to the floor, the couple nearly fell haphazardly onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Will's hands moved down her body, fingers skimming the taut peaks of her chest before moving to the sensitive spots above her hips.
Their lips finally broke apart with a smack, their breath mingling between their red lips as Elizabeth nudged her lower stomach against his weeping arousal. With a groan and a kiss he entered her swiftly, nearly taking them both by surprise. They started with a frantic pace as the longing of the day erupted inside them, catapulting each into release soon as they finally lay unmoving, sweat mingling with breath and heartbeat as they whispered words of love and other endearments.
"I'm glad that you waited, Will."
"Waited for what, love?"
"Waited for us."
She yawned against his shoulder and fell into a contented sleep as he nodded and kissed her forehead.
"So am I."
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A/N: Hey hey hey! Yay chapter three! You know, I'm kind of running out of ideas to write! That's why it took me so long to get these chapters up. If you have an idea for a scene you'd like to see, please please please put it in a review or an email! I'm desperate for ideas!!
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Thanks a million! I'll thank all of my reviewers personally at the end of the series. I promise I'll do it for the other stories too…have to give you all incentive to write the darned things don't I?
_Liz_