I don't own anything Pirates related. Sigh

And this story really just exists in the nether reaches of my own warped mind...

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"No, no, Elizabeth, that's not quite right," Will said, exasperation creeping into his voice. I dropped the sword to my side and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Will! I just can't seem to get it. Show me again?" I held the sword handle out to him.

"Don't apologize, darling, it's not easy," he smiled wanly at me and proceeded to thrust and parry and make the sword in his hand sweep graceful arcs through the air.

It was three weeks before our wedding. With all the stress of planning the event, which was getting more and more huge by the day as my father insisted upon inviting an increasingly large number of his friends from England, Will finally consented to take me out to try to teach me to sword fight relax us both. I could tell he didn't want to. He seemed to have this funny idea, much like my father, that it wasn't a skill that a lady needed to possess. But, I wore him down, reminding him of the threat that pirates continued to pose to our home.

That is how we came to the wide, empty beach a short ride from Port-Royal. We were unaccompanied, at last, and the day was beautiful and sunny. We packed a small picnic and intended to spend the day.

However, the little lesson wasn't succeeding in relaxing either of us. While Will would never be short with me, and I don't think he could have yelled at me if someone put a pistol to his head and ordered him to, there were lines around his mouth and a muscle in his jaw was working fiercely. I had to suppress a giggle as he fought the air in front of me.

He turned and smiled handsomely at me, "What are you smiling at?"

I covered my mouth with my hand and bent my head, but he closed the distance in three short steps. He lifted my chin and asked again. I bit my lip and shook my head, so he ducked down and kissed me.

I melted in his arms. We hadn't been kissing for very long, but we were practically experts for all the time we spent practicing. He back away and put the sword in my hand. "Again," he announced, his eyes dancing with mischief, "You'll never learn if you don't practice."

I was reluctant to part from him. I turned and placed my back against his chest and put his arms on mine, "Show me again?" Standing as we were, my lithe body fit neatly against his leanly muscled one. I felt every line and angle of him through my thin cotton dress. And I knew he could feel me as well. I smiled.

He cleared his throat. "Delighted," he replied, his voice sounding hoarse.

He directed my arms with his and whereever he stepped, I mimicked. Soon, I wasn't paying attention to the sword in my hand.

"Miss Swann, you're not being a very good pupil," Will said. He'd bent low to murmur in my ear. His proximity to my bare throat and his low growl made me shiver with delight. I dropped the sword and reached up behind me to pull his head down further. He took the hint and kissed the side of my neck. He had the barest stubble on his chin and it grated my soft skin, making for a lovely sensation. He wrapped his powerful arms around me and held me close to him as he kissed a little further north, just below my ear.

Finally, he let me go and turned me back to face him, "Elizabeth, I - " he began, searching my eyes with his own.

I put my finger to his lips to silence him. I took both of his hands in my own and we walked to the blanket we'd arranged on the ground. We sunk to our knees, still facing one another. My heart raced and Will's eye widened with understanding. I'd been privately hoping for this, well, probably forever. And, with the wedding so close, it wasn't exactly like we were doing anything wrong. Will leaned forward and kissed me, effectively cutting off any doubts I might have had.

His kiss was gentle, but forceful. I caught his face in my hands and kissed him so passionately, it was like I'd never done it before. I explored his lips with mine, biting and sucking them until I heard him groan. I pulled back and studied his expression.

He no longer looked uncertain. His brown eyes were dark and full of hunger. He grinned at me, as confident as I'd ever seen him.

I reached to him and unbuttoned the first button of his grey waistcoat. He just watched my hands on the buttons. Soon, I had removed the item and had begun on his white linen shirt. The cloth was soft under my fingers. Once I'd divested him of that garment, I ran my hands over his bare chest. It was beautiful and smooth. There was a small burn on his right shoulder, I assume from his work as a blacksmith. I leaned forward on my knees and kissed the mark. He made a low sound in his throat and ran his hands over my arms.

As I kissed his neck, he tentatively worked the buttons on the back of my dress. Having little luck, I sat back and unfastened them myself. I smiled ruefully at him, "You'll have to practice that."

He smiled at me, "Indeed."

I pulled my dress down, to reveal my thin white chemise. Will gasped. "Mr. Turner, are you blushing?" I asked as I stood and stepped out of my dress and shoes. The shift clung to my long legs and Will could only gape at me and I settled back onto the blanket in front of him. "I do believe it's your turn, Will." I teased.

He grinned and stood. I'd never seen a man without his britches, and for all of my teasing, I was rather nervous. I had no idea what to expect. But I watched as he removed his stockings and shoes and unbuttoned his grey breeches. He stood before my, completely naked. I shivered, as the sight was glorious. Better than I'd even imagined.

He knelt back onto the blanket, his cheeks rosy from the sun and, I'm sure, lust. I leaned forward and kissed him again, exploring his well-made body with my hands. My ministrations must have emboldened him, because he finally reached down and separated me from my thin chemise. I was naked at last.

He reached down and caressed me, gently at first, and with increasing vigor. I threw my head back as his bent to lick and nibble at my breast. Finally, I pulled him away from me and held his face in my hands. "Will, I can't wait any longer," I panted. He grinned and I laid back against the woolen blanket.

He knelt between my legs and my breath caught as his manhood touched my belly. He bent down, his dark eyes clouded, "Elizabeth, I'll try not to hurt you." I nodded up at him, trusting him completely. He kissed my softly and said, "I love you." I gulped and nodded once more.

Finally, I felt him at my entrance. I widened my legs to accommodate him and he pushed into me. I felt like I was going to split open, but the pain was soon overcome with desire burning through my lower belly. I smiled up at him and he grinned, obviously relieved that I hadn't pushed him away.

He bent down and kissed and nibbled at my throat, slowly increasing his tempo. I held him fast and soon, had wrapped my legs around his middle and was matching each thrust. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take it any longer, the world burst and crashed around me. I arched up to him and shook and trembled, moaning his name over and over. I felt resplendent in his arms. And, soon after, he stiffened against me and then relaxed, letting his forehead rest against my chest.

We parted, reluctantly, and clung to one another for a while, reveling in the sunshine on our bare skin and the sweet sensation of our bodies touching. I was about to open my mouth to tell Will how happy I was, when a shadow fell over us.

The shadow also came with a voice, "Congratulations, kids. That was quite a little show. And, Will, I'm glad to see you're not a eunuch."

I covered myself as best I could with a blanket and sat up. Leaning casually on the sword I'd dropped earlier stood Jack Sparrow. He grinned at me. "Hello Lizzy, dear William," was all he said.

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To Be Continued?