I've started up a fun activity to help count down the days to Dead Man's Chest- drabble fics! Willabeth of course. Check it out in my forums (I would give a link but I can't Dx Just click my name) This drabble relates to tattoos :D
Tattoos
Will Turner's tattoos were unique. They littered his back and shoulders, and sometimes, even ran down his arms. He called them his prizes, tokens from evenings spent with Elizabeth alone in their bedroom, writhing and moaning and bringing each other over the edge time and time again.
In fact, at that moment, Will was receiving more tattoos to add to his collection. Elizabeth curled her legs around his waist, squeezing her thighs tightly together. Will groaned into her neck, moving his hips back and forth to the rhythm in his head. Pleasure surged through Elizabeth like electricity, and she cried out, digging her nails in Will's shoulders.
When they both descended, Will rolled onto his back, panting in the aftermath. Elizabeth snuggled up to him, whispering in his ear, "I see your tattoo collection is growing," She affectionately ran her fingertips over the fresh indentations on his shoulders created by her zealous fingernails.
"Still has a lot more to go before it's complete," He grinned, pulling her into yet another passionate kiss.
