Crimson

I told you one day,
we'd be together,
Like I've told you so many times,
till death do us part.

Forever

Freedom, desire, hope, destiny. All four words with different meanings, but connected in one way. All conjoined to fit one another like a puzzle. Simply holding together the pieces and fragments of a broken life. The mysteries that are held with in it, some should never be answered as corruptly as they are. With hate, anger, betrayal the one thing one would never grow to live with. So many men have given their hearts to the countless whores and women, just for them to be handed back in broken pieces. Along with it, an indestructible pain, feelings that you could never re-kindle.

Desire, the freedom of your will and heart to reach out for your desire, the desire your heart longs for, but should never obtain once lost. Elizabeth Swann was a desire of one William Turner. The pain of his heart had not subsided, since that kiss one year and seven months ago. It was one thing his heart could never get over. Elizabeth Swann had stolen his heart, and destroyed his life along with it. William Turner climbed the later onto the second floor of the smithy he had finally returned to, it no longer felt like home. He picked up the letter she had written him while he was away for a week; he read it slowly and sorrowfully.

My Dearest William,

Oh how I wish you were back with me, I wish to see you again, to kiss you. For you to hold me, oh it's been so long. I am so excited for your arrival home though. I do want to tell you that I have the most amazing beautiful spot for our ceremony. It is on a cliff over looking the sea. The view is simply breath taking. I can not await, the day approaches so soon. How long now a month? That is so exciting, though I do wish that Jack Spar—

Was that when it began? He threw the letter to the floor. Thoughts racing a mile in his head just coming through and through. Was that the beginning of this? Had an affair begun then? What had he done wrong, nothing, no maybe something? But what? This made absolutely no sense. He stood up kicking the letter to the side, watching it slide under his bed post. Walked to the dresser where a book stood, a journal, written on the cover was 'Miss Elizabeth Swann.' He smashed the book onto the ground.

"No, no more memories god damn! No more damn memories!" He yelled furiously.

"Oh Will, I'm so sorry.." Her voice came in sobs, "I didn't know, oh Will. I'm so sorry. I've done this to you. I'm so sorry." She spoke in such a low voice. He could see the tears streaming down her face, "I came.." she opened her mouth but no words came out. "I came, to, to see if." She closed her eyes. "I'm sorry.."

"I," He couldn't speak himself, he couldn't determine whether it was from humiliation, or anger, or sorrow. "I didn't mean for that." He cast his gaze down. "You should go. He's probably wondering where you are." Tears threatened violently to fall.

"I didn't mean to cause you this pain Will. Please believe me." She said slowly. "Believe what I'm telling you."

He looked up to her, "I believe what you say. My heart just refuses to listen though." Though truly, he just wanted to believe. Because he did not. He never could again. However what he thought, he didn't not falter, he believed what he could. Never trying to force what he couldn't on to him, the pain of the aftermath would be unbearable.

"I have been thinking so much lately. That, maybe, I did do something wrong Will." Elizabeth began to advance towards him. Was she just bouncing back and forth between the two men? She walked until she stood just inches from him. "If I could do anything, anything to take the pain away, would you let me Will?" She asked.

"Yes." His response was daft, and he knew it. He just wanted her again to feel the love they had shared so long ago. Even though, he knew that this wasn't right, he wanted it.

"Would you forgive me? Would you love me again? Would you have me, take me back?" He questioning grew harder as the pressed her body against his. Putting her hands to his chest, running them across the front of his body, until her mouth was nearly pressed against his.

"Yes," He said in a shallow whisper as she stepped closer, advancing with each move. She brushed he hand on his check, and pressed her lips to his. He heard a quite whisper, "I shouldn't have realized this sooner."

She ran her hands across this upper torso until she finally had removed his shirt. The moments they spent just kissing, deepening their kiss, and removing clothing were precious. Oh so precious, both had felt a sense of desire. Will had begun to move back towards the farther part of the room, where his bed lay. Elizabeth kept her kissing. She held her hands on his nude torso, just enjoying each moment. He was so different than Jack. He was gentle, yet free; he loved, when Jack did not.

She felt herself being pushed back, until both lay on the bed, on top of one another. Just loving, and being loved in return, she felt his hands on her body, pulling off her clothing. She nodded in approval; she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She used her female wits to trick all men, she wanted this, and Jack was away for the day. She needed to say she was sorry to Will. But hadn't expected this. "Oh Will, I love you." She whispered in between gasps.

"As do I," He said.

"Please, Will, Please don't stop." She moaned, pleasure rushing through out her. Things happened so fast at the moment, "Will, oh god, Will I love you." She murmured between gasps. "Please say it again."

"I love you," He replied. She noticed the light returned to his eyes. Her hips rocked with his in a swift motion. "Will, Will, oh please. Don't stop." She was moaning his name over and over. Both of them desperately calling each others names. Her breath was coming in gasps, "I love you Will, only you. I haven't felt this way in so long." She was whispering in his ear by this time. "I love you. I love you," Both were moaning pleasurably by this time. "Will you take me back, forgive all that I've done?"

"Yes," She could no longer feel the tension that had built up in the both of them for nearly two years. She just felt love.

"I really should go," Elizabeth blurted out. It had to have been hours by now. "I guess I'll see you soon." She smiled as he nodded. "Bye Will, I love you."

The greatest thing you will ever learn, is to love and be loved in return.

A/N-
So is she a whore?
Does she love him?
You never know until the last chapter.
Yeah I stole a quote from Moulin Rouge. Don't yell I'm crediting them.
Also, the poems I post at the beginning are mine.
If I see them stolen, I will find out.
And Get on your case.