~~*~~
If truth be told, neither Catherine nor Will could have figured out how they stripped from their wet clothes so quickly. The actions were that of two lonely and desperate people as they helped the other undress with hands that trembled with need.
The instant they shed their wet clothing, both were in the other's arms, embraced in a fevered kiss as they stumbled about the cabin in a flustered, sexual haze.
They didn't care as the water bowl crashed to the floor after Will backed into it upon having Catherine slowly sink down his body, kissing a heated path from his chest to his abdomen. Her actions made his blood boil. Will Turner could vaguely remember the look of a predatory cat in her eyes just before he leaned his head back and groaned gutturally at the pleasure.
It had been far too long since either had been with another and their foreplay was brief, agonizing to the point of boundless pleasure. Just as the water bowl fell, Will urged the woman back to her feet and kissed her so thoroughly, she moaned upon his lips.
Cupping her face in his hands as they kissed, the two danced a staggered dance about the cabin till Will had the beautiful woman pinned between the wall and his body, the door just a foot beside them. Never in his life had he been with another woman besides Elizabeth, and never in his life had he taken her in such a heated and near animalistic way as he intended with Catherine.
She was wildfire in his veins and the feel of her bare foot, sliding up the back of his leg to rest on his thigh, only made him want her more.
There was no slow. The two could not have been quiet during the act if their lives depended on it. For they were caught in the moment and the pleasure and sexual release between them was like a sweet intoxication.
~~*~~
Red Roof hummed to himself as he made his way down the ladder, bottle of rum-borrowed from the cargo down below. Just as his foot hit the landing, the redhead slowed his step and found himself humming a broken tune while tilting his head curiously.
~~*~~
Bowing his head, leaning over this exquisite creature, Will closed his eyes. No matter how desperately he wished for this scene in time to last, his body would betray him.
Catherine's staccato gasps of fulfillment gave way to a loud, low, incomprehensible utterance before it became muffled as she buried her face against his left shoulder. The temptation to nip his salty skin overwhelming-and she did just that. By morning there would be a slight bruise on his golden flesh. The action surprised Catherine, she'd never done anything like that before, but in the moment, it felt right.
The moan that Will growled was soul searing as he could feel the pressure against his shoulder as her teeth teased his skin.
~~*~~
"Oh," Red Roof mumbled, stopping in his tracks, nearly dropping the bottle of rum he had intended to deliver to Catherine and Will, hoping to stave off the chill of diving into the blue waters.
"Ohhh!" the lanky man said more loudly, the events of what he was so obviously overhearing finally sinking in.
Smiling broadly, feeling quite proud of himself and Stout for their plan to get those two together going obviously right, Red Roof looked at the bottle of rum and decided he and the other man should toast to their success.
Now whistling, rather certain that the couple behind the closed door would not hear him, the red-haired man jovially went above deck in search of his partner in crime to tell him the good news. A toast to the new couple was in order, as well as the fact that the three original crewman aboard the Engloria-Ark included, had mysteriously slipped off ship the day they left Santa Marta. All was definitely looking well.
~~*~~
Breathing heavy, hearts pounding, Will slowly lifted his head while Catherine leaned back against the wall. He gingerly released his hold on her, but kept his hands to her hips to steady, unsteady legs.
The kiss he stole from her lips this time was soft, passionate, and gentle.
~~*~~
If truth be told, neither Catherine nor Will could have figured out how they stripped from their wet clothes so quickly. The actions were that of two lonely and desperate people as they helped the other undress with hands that trembled with need.
The instant they shed their wet clothing, both were in the other's arms, embraced in a fevered kiss as they stumbled about the cabin in a flustered, sexual haze.
They didn't care as the water bowl crashed to the floor after Will backed into it upon having Catherine slowly sink down his body, kissing a heated path from his chest to his abdomen. Her actions made his blood boil. Will Turner could vaguely remember the look of a predatory cat in her eyes just before he leaned his head back and groaned gutturally at the pleasure.
It had been far too long since either had been with another and their foreplay was brief, agonizing to the point of boundless pleasure. Just as the water bowl fell, Will urged the woman back to her feet and kissed her so thoroughly, she moaned upon his lips.
Cupping her face in his hands as they kissed, the two danced a staggered dance about the cabin till Will had the beautiful woman pinned between the wall and his body, the door just a foot beside them. Never in his life had he been with another woman besides Elizabeth, and never in his life had he taken her in such a heated and near animalistic way as he intended with Catherine.
She was wildfire in his veins and the feel of her bare foot, sliding up the back of his leg to rest on his thigh, only made him want her more.
There was no slow. The two could not have been quiet during the act if their lives depended on it. For they were caught in the moment and the pleasure and sexual release between them was like a sweet intoxication.
~~*~~
Red Roof hummed to himself as he made his way down the ladder, bottle of rum-borrowed from the cargo down below. Just as his foot hit the landing, the redhead slowed his step and found himself humming a broken tune while tilting his head curiously.
~~*~~
Bowing his head, leaning over this exquisite creature, Will closed his eyes. No matter how desperately he wished for this scene in time to last, his body would betray him.
Catherine's staccato gasps of fulfillment gave way to a loud, low, incomprehensible utterance before it became muffled as she buried her face against his left shoulder. The temptation to nip his salty skin overwhelming-and she did just that. By morning there would be a slight bruise on his golden flesh. The action surprised Catherine, she'd never done anything like that before, but in the moment, it felt right.
The moan that Will growled was soul searing as he could feel the pressure against his shoulder as her teeth teased his skin.
~~*~~
"Oh," Red Roof mumbled, stopping in his tracks, nearly dropping the bottle of rum he had intended to deliver to Catherine and Will, hoping to stave off the chill of diving into the blue waters.
"Ohhh!" the lanky man said more loudly, the events of what he was so obviously overhearing finally sinking in.
Smiling broadly, feeling quite proud of himself and Stout for their plan to get those two together going obviously right, Red Roof looked at the bottle of rum and decided he and the other man should toast to their success.
Now whistling, rather certain that the couple behind the closed door would not hear him, the red-haired man jovially went above deck in search of his partner in crime to tell him the good news. A toast to the new couple was in order, as well as the fact that the three original crewman aboard the Engloria-Ark included, had mysteriously slipped off ship the day they left Santa Marta. All was definitely looking well.
~~*~~
Breathing heavy, hearts pounding, Will slowly lifted his head while Catherine leaned back against the wall. He gingerly released his hold on her, but kept his hands to her hips to steady, unsteady legs.
The kiss he stole from her lips this time was soft, passionate, and gentle.
~~*~~