I've been meaning to post this here for the past couple of days, but some technical difficulties have been preventing that from happening. Hopefully this works!

Oh, and I've recently decided that it's going to be very difficult for me here-on-in to neglect dialogue from our favourite movie (AWE OUT 25 MAY), but in order for me to keep my originality, I'm using T&T's words in different settings, so hopefully I won't be eaten by the evil monkey who feasts on plaguiriesers...thats not how you spell that word, but oh well, you know what i mean.

Oh, and i've decided to bump up the rating on this because i'm not sure where my mind is going to lead and thus i should prepare the little children that there is stuff in here that they should not be reading.

Love and Desire

The moment William Turner watched Elizabeth Swann embark on her descent down the stairs, her waist a fraction of the size it normally was, and her bosom bulging at the neckline of her dress, he felt his blood boil, heard his heart pounding in his ears, and was relieved that their was a table between where he stood and the old Governor.

He also found himself aware that the love he had felt for Elizabeth, which had grown tremendously since that afternoon in his parlor, changed in that moment. A new feeling of want and desire coursed through his body as he thought about her; new feelings of wanting to touch and caress her skin and feel her body pressed against him, were all that he could feel, and drove him mad as he changed into the clothes he was wearing to the ceremony that afternoon.

And as he saw Elizabeth, on the other side of the fort to where he was standing as he entered, these thoughts, which had temporarily disappeared from his brain, returned in a rush.

As Governor Swann began the ceremony with a speech, Will silently moved about the crowd of people – a mix of the high and low – directing his course for his beloved. When a row of people kept him from Elizabeth, he stood patiently, watching her skin, watching her shift as she began to feel the uncomfortable nature of her corset.

Elizabeth sensed that someone was watching her, and glancing over her shoulder noticed him, smiling weakly. Knowing that she'd seen him, he moved away from her, moving behind the fort wall where no one was around, and the bay sparkled beneath. He hadn't been waiting long before she rounded the corner, pushing him away from the archway of stone and kissed him.

Not to be outdone, Will quickly swiveled them so that it was Elizabeth who was being pressed into the wall. "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you this morning." He whispered when they finally parted.

Elizabeth giggled, kissing him again. "I take it you like my new dress?" She did a little pirouette before him as he smiled, pressing his lips to hers when she stopped spinning.

"I love your new dress, and what it does." He lowered his voice in her ear, feeling her shudder against him.

Elizabeth playfully slapped him. "William Turner, you are too much." She pulled him back to her lips, before pushing him away again. "You just don't realise how difficult it currently is for me to breathe." She kissed him again, pulling him close.

An eruption of applause signaled the end of their 'session', and reluctantly they parted, with Will grateful that Elizabeth hadn't felt what her outfit was doing to him. After righting themselves, and allowing the swelling of their lips to reduce, they both snuck back into the crowd of people.

In order to avoid suspicion, Elizabeth looked for her father, and when she spotted him, she immediately made her way towards him, hoping he had not noticed her disappearing act.

"Lizbeth!" She turned to see Thomas and Anne walking towards her, Anne slightly ahead of Thomas, both looking Elizabeth over with stunned expressions.

After curtsying, Anne spoke. "Oh Elizabeth, your father dotes on you. Why, I don't believe I have ever seen such a beautiful gown." She gushed, smiling as someone walking past the small group greeted her.

"Thank you Anne, but I assure you, I cannot breathe." Elizabeth replied, attempting to shift the corset.

"Oh you'll get used to that. But you still have a wonderful father." The elder woman continued.

"It's true, my dear." Thomas began. "My dear father dotes on Elizabeth more than either of them are truly aware. I cannot remember Charlotte ever receiving such a gift." Elizabeth had begun blushing during this little speech, and couldn't seem to stop. "But please excuse me, I am being called away." He nodded to someone behind Elizabeth and left the two women alone.

"Elizabeth you are positively beaming." The older woman said to Elizabeth quietly once Thomas was gone.

Elizabeth waved her hand aside as Anne linked their arms together and began walking out into the sun. "It's the dress."

"No, no, it's more than that. You're in love." She smiled as Elizabeth looked at her bemused. "The Commodore is a lucky man." She noticed Norrington a small distance from them and smiled again at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, no, no, I'm not in love with James." She said to Anne who just looked at her.

"My dear Elizabeth, you do not need to hide it. We are both women; we are sisters. You and the Commodore have been almost inseparable when put together; in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were married by the end of the month."

Elizabeth felt her jaw drop and forced herself to keep it up. "I can almost assure you Anne that James Norrington and I will not be married by the end of the month."

Anne merely shrugged, knowing Elizabeth was just being shy and modest. "If you insist. But you have a glow about you that women in love hold, and I am not the first to have noticed."

"Elizabeth, there you are!" She heard her father's voice behind her, and felt relieved by the interruption. "Come, child, the Commodore has been looking for you."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her father's words, but when she turned to where she had thought James Norrington had been, she saw him gone. After that she had no real chance of escaping, as shortly after, the new Commodore was before her, a smile on his face, his new medallion hanging at his chest. All Elizabeth could do in return was smile at him and offer her congratulations. When she looked around after that as he took her arm and moved her to a quieter area, she realized that her father had left them alone.

"You look lovely." He smiled to her, sounding oddly unsure of himself.

Elizabeth smiled at him weakly, before feeling the heat begin to suffocate her. Why was the sunlight doing this? She had been with Will less than an hour earlier and nothing had gone wrong whilst he had been kissing her. Why now were her lungs refusing to expand?

"I apologize if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind." Elizabeth could sense a speech coming, and immediately knew what was to come.

As the realization came that he was proposing, Elizabeth neglected to listen to what he was saying. And in that time, all Elizabeth could think of was Will, and how could she possibly escape Norrington's proposal?

But that corset seemed to be continuing its purge of her internal organs.

"Elizabeth?" She heard James's voice and looked at him, her eyesight going fuzzy.

"I can't breathe." She choked, before blacking out.

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