The Gift

Chapter 18: Pochissimo

Setting: Post POTC 3

Characters: Norrington/ OFC

Warning: This is my favorite Italian musical term; it's pronounce po-kiss-i-mo. It means 'little-by-little'. Isn't that sweet? However, this chapter is a little naughty-- ye, be warned!

Author's Note: Ahoy maties! Thanks to everyone that's left review-- they are greatly appreciated! If you want a cleaner version of this story, it's at my Livejournal. You can link to it from my profile and Homepage. I'm lyralupin over there. Again, thank you:)

In the darkness, he heard the tenor strains of a violoncello calling to him, singing a dark melody of love and sadness and wooing him to open his eyes. And so he did. In the firelight of the hearth sat a dark-haired angel in a blue gown, her limbs curled around the bass viola, her eyes closed as her heart sang within the instrument's amber resonance.

"Lucy," he called to her.

The angelic face looked up and smiled, her sadness instantly gone.

"James!"

She put down her instrument and rushed to his bedside.

"Where am I? What happened to the ship? To Barbossa?"

"You're home," she said, smoothing his hair from his eyes. "They took the Golden Bones as a prize, and Barbossa is dead….Groves pulled his body from the sea and had him quartered."

"Good."

James smiled then looked at her with strange realization.

"The gun I left with two shots -- it was you."

But Lucy just bit her bottom lip.

"I'm not the best at following orders."

"I'm glad," he laughed then immediately winced in pain. She offered him a cup of wine and he sipped readily. His body soon warmed and the pain quieted.

"Thank you…" And then he added as he looked around the room, "Are we alone?" knowing it wasn't proper for her to be with him in such circumstances.

"Yes. Doctor Ingram was here, but he got called back to the fort. My father and Gillette have gone to attend midnight mass... It's Christmas Eve, James."

Then she bent forward and kissed him deeply. Well, James figured, maybe they could go against decorum this one time. After all, it was Christmas Eve.

"Mmmm...Am I getting my present early then?" James moaned and kissed her again.

"Yes," Lucy said, standing with a smile and pulling off her stockings. Norrington tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy.

"Did that wine have laudanum in it?" He asked, feeling warm and fuzzy. Lucy laughed.

"Just a little. Doctor's orders."

She climbed back on the bed, straddling his body with her legs.

"He said it would be better if you didn't move."

James breathed heavily.

"What are you up to?" He asked, hands moving to her skirts, touching her bare ankles and naked calves with pleasure. She leaned over and kissed him carefully as her hands found his chest and then his waist, pulling back his night shirt and finally wrapping around his hardening need. He moaned, back arching as she grasped him in her hands.

"Oh, Lucy!"

"I'm tired of waiting for you, James," she whispered hotly in his ear. "I love you, James Norrington." He could feel her naked legs beneath her satin skirts as she gripped him tighter between her thighs. "I love you body and soul."

If he could have spoken, he would have called her a succubus, because he now realized her intentions. And if he could have moved with any degree of strength, he would have thrown her off and told her this wasn't right. But he couldn't. She was seeking his submission, and he would give it to her; because in Lucy's hands, his body and heart were safe. He knew he was loved as she eased herself around his desire, and he welcomed her.

Her face twisted with pain, as the head of his need fitted tightly into her body. Bringing up his hips, hands tightening around her bottom, he breeched her maidenhood and knew with certainty that she had not been violated by her captors. He released a deep sigh of relief followed by a moan as she began to ride above him.

My god, he thought, This is the wildest sex I've ever had, and it's just our first time.

He had seen this position but had never thought to emulate it.

"Is this alright?" She finally asked.

"My God, yes!" He whispered through his haze. "Are you alright, love?" His hands grasped her wrists. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, not now," she said, and he knew he sat deep within her core.

"Move again," he commanded, and she did as his hands found her hips again and aided her rhythm.

His head fell backward in pleasure.

"Oh, Lucy! How you undo me!" He cried as she bucked against him, beginning to find her own pleasure in their lovemaking.

She clung to his nightshirt now, her black hair sticking to her damp face as she rode above him, sating her own need. Even in his opium fog, he resisted his own orgasm until he felt her quiver and cry out.

His finger tightened around her hips.

"Just a bit further, love."

She bucked against him once more, and he too was undone. Then removing herself from him, she laid at his side and he kissed her forehead.

"I am wanton, James."

He laughed.

"Maybe, but at least you're my little wanton."

His strong arms wrapped around her.

"That was a wonderful gift. I hope you shan't regret giving it to me early."

"No," she replied firmly. "I wanted to show you how much I love you, and how much I'll always love you." She cooed and nuzzled beneath his chin. "I could think of no better way to show you what you mean to me."

He smiled at her words.

"My god, I love you, too, Lucy."

James couldn't remember a time when he had felt more needed, more whole, or more loved. And together, they fell into a deep sleep.

It was Doctor Ingram who woke her with a gentle shake. Goodness only knew what he had thought finding Lucy bare legged and strewn across James Norrington's sleeping form.

"I think it best if you go home now, Miss Gagliano," he whispered gently.

Her cheeks burned red as she stood and collected her things, leaving the room without saying a word.