A/N: I know what you're thinking. An update, finally! I apologize for not updating in a while, but do know I have few chapters in mind to write that I will be writing like crazy. Of course, updating weekly. ;) Meanwhile, I'll write and post one-shots so you won't be so lonely. :P
Elizabeth hummed as she made way along to the hall leading to her father's study. While it was a chilled day to be doing anything, she thought she should visit her father and see if she could persuade him to allow her husband to take a few days, even a week, from the smithy. Poor thing was going through a rush of orders since it was nearing the ceremony for Jared Smith, an young man positioned into the Navy that was to be promoted to commander and people wished to give him a congratulation gift, and from the weapons Will had finished but more sweeping it, Will got paid quite well.
She knew Will wanted to impress her father that he could provide for her, but he had hardly took a break and was always worn out when he arrived home from work at two. Lifting her hand, Elizabeth knocked gently against the door, but it was loud enough for one to hear.
"Yes?" was her father's reply.
Elizabeth smiled and cleared her throat. "It's me, father," she replied. "I was hoping to speak to you."
"Oh, Elizabeth, of course!" was her father's happy answer. Elizabeth twisted the knob and entered, finding her father sitting at his desk, organizing paper's and folder's. He looked up when she entered and beamed.
"Elizabeth, my dear," Weatherby stood up to greet his daughter as she made her way towards her father across the table and leaned, hugging Weatherby. "What can I do for you?"
She puffed out her lower lip in a pout, playing innocent. "Can't a daughter simply visit her father?"
"Not unless she wishes something that only her father can acquire."
Elizabeth flashed her father one of her sweet smiles as he sat in his chair. Elizabeth placed her hands against the edges of the desk, biting her lip. "Actually," she said, causing Weatherby to look up with an raised eyebrow. "I do wish to ask for something, if it's not too much trouble to ask."
"Of course, my dear. Ask away."
"As you know," Elizabeth said. "Mr. Smith is to be promoted to commander." Weatherby nodded. "And Will works very hard, father, and is very worn out when he arrives home from the smithy. Will hardly takes a break and the poor thing is just exhausted!"
Weatherby nodded, listening carefully to her. "Yes," he said. "I have taken note that William has been working rather hard these past couple of weeks."
"I'm worried Will is to draw himself sick," Elizabeth said, biting her lip. "I mean, he wakes up at dawn and arrives home at two in the afternoon. I know I ask this quite a lot, but do you think Will could take a couple of days, maybe even a week from the smithy?"
Weatherby paused for a moment, clearly thinking. "Hmm," he hummed, tapping his finger against the edge of his desk. After a moment, he chuckled. "Of course, dear, William has worked very hard these past weeks. I'll send a proper note to him and have him go home."
With great hesitant and a visit from the Governor in the smithy, Will closed the shop and went his way home. Will believed the Governor when he said that he would find a replacement for him for the week to finish his duties. Will was not comfortable with someone finishing his order but he was sure that the Governor would pick someone a bit experienced.
Within a few minutes Will arrived home. Will called for his wife, earning a call from her upstairs as he shut the door behind him and hung up his coat and his feathered hat remained on his head- just as Elizabeth liked it. She took an interest with his feathered hat whenever he put it on as he departed for work and whenever he arrived home from work- or the market. Will didn't had a clue why but he kept it on because she liked it and it was for his amusement of her bashful attitude whenever he had it on.
Will trotted up the stairs and into their bedroom. But she was not there, however…the curtains were drawn and candles were lit. The sheets were silky, as were the pillows. Such placement was not occurred but only when Will set it up for a night of romance with his wife. Will arched an eyebrow as he took a step forward, gazing around the room and then arms wrapped around his torso.
"Do you know why I love your hat?" Elizabeth's hot breath blew against his ear and Will refrained from shuddering, in delight that is.
"Not even in the clearest mind, I don't," he said, his voice low as hers. Elizabeth pressed a light kiss against his ear.
"Because it reminds me of the day you claimed your love for me." Will smiled as he remember that day very well. "That is why I love it when you wear your hat because it reminds of that day." She tightened her arms around him. "I love you so much, William Turner, and no other man shall make me feel the way you make me feel."
Will twisted himself half-way to look at her and gathered her in his arms, pushing her against his chest as he gazed into her hazel eyes lovingly. Will placed a hand upon her cheek and stroked her skin lightly. "I love you with all my heart and soul," he said softly. "So very much, Elizabeth, please know that."
"Believe me, I do."
Will picked her up bridal style and carried her over to their bed, gently setting her among the pillows and blankets. Will hovered her and she pulled him closer as he brought her in a sweet kissing. His lips moved slowly along hers, tasting her taste. Raspberries. Elizabeth's lips followed his, closing her eyes as she melted into their kiss as it became more fierce and passionate.
"Oh, Will," Elizabeth whispered against his lips as she gripped his shoulder blades, digging her fingernails into his clothed skin.
"Elizabeth…" Will wrapped his arms around her waist as he felt her hands wander around his body. Elizabeth squirmed and sighed, his hands always made her feel that way. Pleasuring, it was. She started at his shirt, carefully unbuttoning each button until his shirt hung loosely at his shoulders. Will shrugged it off and kissed her jaw line, trailing to her neck.
A smile made way to her lips as Will started to gently peck and nip her skin, trailing to her collar bone. Pressing her hands to his chest, she stroked his skin and stomach, rubbing her other hand against his chest. Will nipped firmly at her collarbone and Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, arching her back a bit. "Oh, William!"
Will grinned against her skin, pleased to know he was making her behave this way. Will started at the ties of her dress, tugging gently as it scrunched to her stomach, but she was yet to be revealed. Instead of dozens of layers of outer clothing, Elizabeth simply wore her corset and then dress. In the past two months of being married, Will has became quite skillful discarding the death trap of clothing, not to sound overconfident or anything. Will helped her up and fully took off her dress before turning her around and starting at the ties of her corset.
Within a few moments her corset was loose and Will gently tugged it off. Now she was naked, only clad in her undergarment, her back turned to him. Will eyed the sides of her breasts, starting to feel his arousal. Will pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder blade as his hands stroked her back. "You're beautiful," he whispered, kissing her neck before turning her and lowering her in the bed. Will hovered her as he gazed over her chest and stomach, legs and thighs. Her breasts rested neatly upon her chest, pale skin and her nipples pink. Her legs were creamy white, but utterly beautiful. Will kissed her collarbone.
And so, Elizabeth's hands worked with his belt and trousers and he was nude moments later after a few pauses of kisses and sucks. Will tugged her undergarment past her hips and gazed over her naked body, drinking in her divine beauty. "Utterly beautiful," Will breathed, kissing her forehead gently.
"Utterly handsome," was her reply as her hands stroked his chest.
And so, they made love.
They very next morning, Will got up early while Elizabeth was sleeping and went into the kitchen. It was eight in the morning and usually Elizabeth slept in until eight-thirty. It gave Will perfect time to make them breakfast in bed. After fixing them plates of eggs and pancakes with small bowls of fruit and juice, Will placed them plates, silverware and glasses onto a tray and grabbed a vase, filled it with water and plucked a small, single red rose into it. Will smiled, picking up the tray and carefully carried it in their bedroom.
Will twisted the knob and walked in quietly, only to find Elizabeth up and dressed in one of her simple dresses, sitting at her vanity mirror and brushing her long, honey hair. Elizabeth looked up with a smile and her eyes softened when she saw the tray of food. "Oh, Will," she said softly. "That looks delicious! Did I ruin your surprise, darling?"
"Not at all," Will smile, setting the tray down at his nightstand and went over to her, taking her hand and helped her up, leading her towards the bed. "Sit in bed, my darling, and we'll have breakfast."
Elizabeth giggled and did so, sliding under the covers, Will following her suit. He picked up the tray and set it in his lap, taking one plate and handed it over to her. She smiled and thanked him, and eyed the rose in the vase. "Oh, Will," she said softly. "Is that for me?"
Will smiled, somewhat bashfully, and nodded. Elizabeth smiled and Will picked up the little vase and handed it to her. She smiled brightly and buried her nose in the rose, smelling its scent. She gazed at Will lovingly. "Thank you, Will," Elizabeth said. "It's lovely."
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it. You know roses are my favorite flowers."
Will smiled and pulled him against her side, taking her fork and dug it in her eggs and held it up to her lips. Elizabeth giggled and opened her mouth; Will gently popped it into her mouth and pulled the forked away. Elizabeth chewed a few times before swallowing. They ate their breakfast and once they were done, Will set the tray of plates and glasses upon his nightstand, then leaned in his pillows where Elizabeth cuddled against his side, her head resting upon his chest. Will smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her head.
"So, how did you like breakfast?" he asked her, taking her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
"It was delicious, Will, thank you."
"Anything for you, Elizabeth."
She smiled and pecked his lips softly. "You're my everything," Elizabeth whispered as she stroked his clothed chest. "I love you, William Turner."
"And I you, Elizabeth Turner."
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