A/N: My schedule is so busy I've barely had time to update. Sorry loves.
Thanks to: coreysband51, fredsonetrueluv and jackNanamaria.
"Will?" Anamaria called from the door. She looked around in the relative darkness, spotting Will sitting on the bed with a bottle in his hand. She smiled, picking up the candle on the far side from him and using it to cross the small room to him. Ana sat down beside him, taking the bottle from his hand gently.
"Wut? W-w-w-wut are you doing Ana?" he tried to grab the bottle away from her but his unsteady fingers missed by a long shot.
"Shhh…." She tried to soothe him, stroking his hair. "You've had quite enough Mr. Turner." His hands grasped for the bottle she placed on the floor. "No William." She commanded with the first-mate sort of authority and tone. "God you're like a kid."
"Well at least I know who I'm in love with," he slurred. Her heart skipped a quick beat. She was sure he had said what she thought he heard even behind the slurring. In all other instances Anamaria could dismiss comments of sober and drunk fools alike even as similar as this but she felt his words tug her strings. Maybe it was the alcohol. But she highly doubted that. Alcohol tended to bring out one's truths she had found out none-too-gracefully one day, years ago, here on the Pearl.
"Ya know Sparrow…I go t' bed dreamin' about ye a lot. A lot, a lot. And in said dreams ye're a great bedder," she remembered saying six years ago just out of the Tortuga harbor. A few drunken words had indeed been the foundation of their relationship. But of course not the whole relationship- only the intimate aspects of it. Yes alcohol had been a good friend of hers in the last 10 years but especially in the last 6. Jack Sparrow didn't like women who didn't drink. She couldn't even attempt to lie to herself. Will was right even if he was drunk. "Do ye now dear William?" she said presently, deciding that ignoring the comment could make it worse. He failed to respond and she sighed with relief. "C'mon William. Let's get you to bed." The words repeated in her head over and over like a chant. "At least I know who I'm in love with."She sighed attempting to get him into a resting position.
"Ana," he started.
"Yes love," she replied holding his hand trying her hardest to keep him stable.
He sniffed her skin. "You smell. You smell like…" Ana quirked an eyebrow. "Like leather and salt with sea in it and……rum." She inhaled sharply, but letting herself calm down knowing that Will would not remember this in the slightest later.
"Well," she said, tugging at him to no avail. "I think that the rum is you. Its all over your breath love and the sea water or salt with sea in it as you dear William so lovingly call it is due to the fact that we're on a pirate ship." She didn't address the leather.
"Right. Wait we're on a pirate ship?" She nodded and smiled and like a child he skipped to the next matter at hand. "Ana. I don't want to go to bed." Ana sighed and let go of him forcefully.
"You need to go to bed William," she tried to falsely reason. Anamaria stood in front of the drunken blacksmith with her hands on her hips and a stern face reappearing on her once smiling face.
"Only if you come wit' me." Ana rolled her eyes. She had gone through this many times with Jack.
"Oh bloody hell Will," she said reluctantly said climbing into the bed beside her mate. He cracked a crooked smile plopping down beside her on the bed.
He draped an arm across her considerably smaller body and pulled her closer. He smelled like rum. Ana liked that. But she found herself imagining different features of a man. She adjusted herself in his grip. She could definitely stand for stronger arms; she looked at his pale skin, and more tanned skin; she ran her fingers through his thick brown strands, she would have definitely loved for this to have more trinkets and dreads in it. "I love you Ana," he murmured. She only gave a faint smile kissing him briefly on the lips.
Ana could definitely use the tickle of masculine facial hair.
A/N: If I don't get three reviews I don't update.