Will sighed. He was sure Jack and Elizabeth were plotting something behind his back. He slumped down further into bed, crossing his arms over his bare chest and blowing hair out of his eyes.
"Will?" he looked up at the familiar voice and saw Elizabeth in her nightgown. She smiled slightly and took her place beside him. "What's wrong?" she asked as she gently brushed his face with her fingers and smiled again. "You look like a child who didn't get his way." Will pouted. "You and Jack are up to no good," he said darkly. Elizabeth laughed and shifted closer to him, wrapping him in a warm embrace which he both accepted and returned. Although they both knew that Will was in love with Jack, and Jack returned the feelings, they were married. They put up a charade of being the loving, doting couple, and no one suspected a thing. The charade, however, meant sleeping with each other at night. Will didn't really mind; it was nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who he could communicate with, and not just want silent company.
"Elizabeth?" "Yes, Will?" "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Elizabeth sighed. "I suppose so. I won't try to stop your intimacy with him, if that's what you mean." Will flushed a bit, and bit his lip. "Be-because, we…urm…were together before you came back. Jack taught me--" Elizabeth put a finger to his lips. "Hush. Jack told me the entire story…that is, after I slapped him into next week," she said slyly. Will stifled a loud belly laugh. It was impossible for anyone to keep anything from Elizabeth. Even the wily Captain Jack Sparrow could not keep his secrets safe from her. "And, to be honest, I think it is quite romantic that Jack played piano for you." Will blushed bright red, and Elizabeth could clearly see the shade, even through the darkness. "Do you mind if he still teaches me?" Will whispered. "I mean, with your piano and all…" Elizabeth waved her hand with an air of dismissal. "Go right ahead. I always hated that thing and had a hunch the feeling was mutual."
"Ah, that's a good girl," Will said lovingly, giving her a brotherly kiss on her forehead. Elizabeth smiled and settled onto his chest. "Well, goodnight, Will," she whispered. "Goodnight, Lizzie," he whispered back. He waited until her breathing had become deep and steady before he slipped out of bed and pulled on his shirt and boots. Before he darted out the door, he stared at the sleeping girl in his bed apologetically. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth," he said before he maneuvered his was through the large, empty corridors and slipped out the door.
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Jack, meanwhile, tapped his fingers on the wooden table of the bar. He was growing impatient. He was the only person in the entire tavern, save for a few whores in a corner who eyed him flirtatiously. He ignored them. His eyes shot to the door, though, when he heard it open. Will smiled at him, seemingly out of breath by the long run to the tavern from the governor's house. "About bloody time," Jack muttered, storming up to Will, grabbing him by the collar, and giving him a crushing kiss. Will blushed furiously once Jack released him. "Jack!" he hissed, trying to hide his embarrassment, "what the hell are you doing?!" Jack looked at Will innocently, and Will raised a warning finger. "Don't give me that look," he said threateningly. Jack raised his hands in mock-surrender. "I'm not allowed to kiss you now?"
Will's eyes darted around the room, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the whores and the bartender weren't paying any attention. Jack narrowed his eyes. "Just, you know we could get hung for…you know…" "Being intimate?" Will flushed; he hadn't expected Jack--secretive, mysterious Jack--to be so bold about the two of them. Jack's eyes remained narrowed, but there was a soft touch to them. "You're mine, Will. You know I'm always one to show off what's mine." "Of course. You wouldn't be Jack without your flamboyant, out-there, look-at-me attitude." Jack flashed a gold-plated grin, although he knew Will's words were a thinly veiled insult. "That's my boy," he said affectionetly, touching Will's face. Sighing, Will ordered a tankard of ale and sat down with Jack. "So? What did you want me here for?" Jack's obsidian eyes glowed mischievously in the warm candlelight.
"I'm…'moving' into Port Royal."
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Okay. You're all free to go, 'what the HELL?!' Jack's moving in! Beware, Norrington, you're getting a rather feisty new neighbor XD
Yeah. I don't really know where the story is going to spin from here. I was so, so, sooo excited about it in the beginning. But that excitement is wearing off :(
Don't get the wrong idea, no no no. I'm going to continue this story. It's eaten up too much of my time and heart not to. But the eleventh chapter is going to take a while. To everyone who reads this little attempt at a good Jack/Will fiction: please wait for me! I'll come through for ya, I promise.