Characters: Beckett, Elizabeth, James and mentions of Mercer
Rating: M, but it could be higher. You've been warned.
Warnings: See rating, sexual content, smut and my twisted minds workings.
Pre warning: Thing is going to be a whole lot more erotica from here on in. You've been for warned.
Summary: Takes off after the last chapter. Elizabeth finds dinner with Lord Beckett both pleasurable and pretty awful. Elizabeth looks back at her foolishness.

Notes:I know some of you have been hanging on for more so here it is! Chapter four! Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming! I do appreciate criticism and comments so please aim and fire - one purpose of fanfiction!

Training

Since James Norrington was still standing across the room by the door, it meant that he couldn't possibly have heard the demanding whisper Lord Beckett made to Elizabeth Swann.

"Lift your skirts up and bring your chair in closer, this is where your training begins. Behave," He said, leaning in closer to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth certainly didn't want to, but she feared he'd hurt her if she didn't 'complete her training' with flying colours or at all. She hadn't eaten yet so she was quite weak - not strong enough fight back if she needed to, or if and when she disobeyed. Therefore she pulled her chair in and lifted her skirts to her thighs, but only doing so after James took his seat. She'd obeyed. If she messed this up, James would find out about her and Lord Beckett's behavior under the table, and God knows what would go through his mind if he did. She used her fear of not knowing how Beckett would punish her to keep herself - well, to try to keep herself form doing or saying anything out of line.

Beckett sent her a rather pleased smile when he noticed she'd obeyed. It most certainly would've been the first time she'd seen him smile - it definitely wasn't a smirk this time. But of course he wouldn't smirk; it would hint James to the obvious if he did…

"My apologies for my lateness sir,'' James apologized, like the fine gentlemen he was and always had been.

This was when James decided to ask about the presence of Elizabeth, who, by the way looked rather shocked to see him. He'd thought that if Elizabeth was on the ship that she'd in the brig for sure, but seeing her sitting across from him and dining with his Commander compelled him to say something. He knew about the capture of the pirates, and this was what fueled him to ask.

"My Lord, if I may – why is Elizabeth here and not-"

"Elizabeth is here because I desire her presence. I gave her a rather dull room, so I thought she might find this better than sitting about daydreaming or whatever it was that she was doing in there,'' Beckett interrupted.

James seemed confused. "Elizabeth has a room? So she isn't a prisoner then?"

'I may as well be one. I feel like one.' Elizabeth thought to herself. She could've said it aloud, but she knew to keep such comments to herself.

"Elizabeth is no prisoner. She belongs to me and the brig is no place for something of mine," Beckett answered. He noticed the Admiral's increasingly confused look, and decided that he should explain what he originally thought James would have already known. "I thought that word would have made its way around to you by now, but it seems that's not so. You see, Elizabeth is to be my bride tomorrow, my wife for the many days that follow. Till death, do us part, isn't that right Elizabeth?" his smirk was there now, not a smile this time that was for sure. The smirking Lord had played his expression upon not just Elizabeth, but James as well.

Lord Beckett knew all about the newly appointed Admiral's past feelings for Elizabeth and his engagement to her. But what he wanted to know now was: does he still have any feelings for her? If so, he could force Elizabeth to see how if she'd married James as planned and not helped Will save Jack Sparrow from the noose, then she wouldn't be getting married to him tomorrow.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth before answering with fake politeness "Yes," she replied. She'd smiled afterwards, seemingly appearing to be quite the actress.

"Elizabeth is to be your wife, why? It's a little…sudden," James asked with a somewhat jealous feeling overcoming him. He'd suffered that feeling many times before. The worst when Elizabeth jilted him for Will. But it wasn't just the jealousy of Will. He couldn't help but hate the fact that, she, a well educated young lady wanted to marry a blacksmith over a trusted Commodore of the British Royal Navy. And now he felt jealous, foolish and upset knowing that his Commander was sitting him through the torment of knowing the woman he still loved would now belong to him. She would become Lady Beckett, not Mrs. Norrington as he hoped she'd become. Was it foolish of him to still love her? He dreamt about her, even when he thought she was dead. Though there was a hint of anger somewhere lurking inside of him at the fact that the woman he loved would never become his wife, or the wife of a man who actually loved her. Instead she would become another of Lord Beckett's possessions. James knew Beckett was cruel to his men; he was bound to treat Elizabeth even worse. James also knew that at least with Will she would've been known and loved, but now she would be with a man who barely even knew her.

"Yes, she's to be my wife in order to gain her pardon," Beckett replied - proudly. Oh he knew that James would be frustrated to see yet another man taking is dear Elizabeth away from him. But this was just all another way of breaking Elizabeth. 'Getting her to realize that she wouldn't be marrying me if she'd married Mr. Norrington; later I'm sure she'll see it and I'm sure she'll regret her foolishness'

"Oh, I see," James replied, forcing himself to understand.

"You know Admiral; I think Elizabeth must've forgotten something when she acquiesced to my little agreement. I think she's forgotten that she may be the one to gain, but I'm one to take – take something which she should have long lost by now. Am I correct Elizabeth?"

"No, I didn't forget," Elizabeth replied. Her answer was polite and full of demure, but her thoughts raced. 'Take something she should have long lost by now…' She wasn't sure, but something in her gut told her she knew what her fiancée meant. "You'll take my…my… my Lord, do you mean my-" she stuttered.

"If you have a guess, I would very much like to hear it," Beckett teased.

"Very well,'' she said, glancing sideways to James and feeling guilty because once, he might have been the one too… "Take my maidenhead. You're going to take it and enjoy doing so." Her guilt made her say this with bitter self sympathy, and sympathy for her past fiancée who was there to hear it.

Her maidenhead, her maidenhood, her virginity – whatever you liked to call it – she knew Lord Beckett would enjoy taking it, but it felt strange to actually say it out loud. It wasn't the only thing that felt strange. Supposedly Beckett was going to give her a hint; he was moving his hand betwixt her thighs and to their joining – to that secret place of building desire, wet and striving to be hidden. She wanted to be pleasured, but just as before, she didn't want it to show... Oh my! With her previous fiancée present it made her feel a hundred times worse.

He gently and smoothly ran his index finger across her ready stimulated clitoris through her under garment. The soft feel of the cotton and the outline of her stimulation and the wire like hairs are instantly pleasing to both him and her. Elizabeth tried not to gasp at the sudden new pleasure; but that didn't mean it would be removed from her thoughts. She'd never heard of such a thing like what he was doing. It was new to her and with all new things would come the curiosity to see what they could do...

Elizabeth looks at James. 'Wait… could Beckett have invited James to join us to make me see that…I should've let Jack hang and none of this would be happening and I would be married to...James..' Elizabeth figured it out, though she had no idea that was what her latest fiancée was up to. She'd always been a fan of truth hurts and tough love, but this was just ridiculous! She ground her teeth hard, only stopping when it began to hurt too much; she didn't want a chipped tooth.

"Ah, and yet you still agreed," Beckett brushed Elizabeth's warm aperture clumsily as he spoke – trying to get the Admiral not to suspect was tougher then he'd thought. "Marriage is the perfect course for such intimate intentions with a woman, wouldn't you agree Admiral?"

He continues to smooth over his possession, making a quick switch to use his thumb – running it in a slow circular movement around the end of her clit. Gradually he added more pressure – more pleasure. Elizabeth felt the need to moan but held it back with her attempted innocent glares across the table to James. Beckett's knee cap had excited her but this was much more sensitive because it was aimed just in the right spot. She'd never imagined gaining a pleasurable feeling like this. No…she didn't want this. Her mind told her not to want it but her body gave in too easily – just as Beckett wanted it too.

"Yes, I suppose it is," James said glancing at Elizabeth before looking down to his empty plate. He briefly looked at her again – curious to see if she realized that he still wanted her, but he had always found it hard to look her in the eyes - her beautiful eyes.

Elizabeth notices his glace but doesn't take it at all seriously – she's too worried about what Beckett's doing. His smooth caress on Elizabeth became harsher now. She became tense with worry – she had to hold back her groans of want. This was tough for her. The physical feel mixed with the mental wasn't doing her any favors.

She thought about how much more pleasurable it would've felt if he'd done his embrace on the inside of her undergarment or better with no undergarment at all – she could think of adulterated possibilities all night if she wanted too, but there is a time and place for everything – now just wasn't the time. She knew she would have to fight to get rid of the mental representation of her thoughts or else she'd lose to Beckett and she couldn't – wouldn't- let that happen. It was a tough battle. The image that had been horrible to her at her first glance was like all good art; the second glace is the approved one. She had to keep fighting it off. She concluded that it was better not to think with such impurity and that if he'd done any of her impure thoughts his sticky fingers when they'd eventually surfaced on the table would've given all the under the table occurrences away as if it were an in person confession.

He still rubbed at her as she throbbed for more, making sure James didn't notice a thing whilst keeping an eye on Elizabeth.

That want to moan was becoming more like a need – a desire. Eventually, her mind gave in and she became less tense – more allowing, slightly more aroused. Any more arousal and she'd explode into not just one moan but many. She wanted this to end now. In her married life to Beckett she was sure she'd have many, many more pleasures as such, so losing this one now wouldn't do much damage to that expectation.

"Look, can we eat-" Elizabeth began, trying hard to change the subject. But of course she was starving too.

"Yes, Elizabeth, you may eat now sweet, that is, after you say grace," Beckett interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to ask. He smirked as he waited for her to begin grace. He still had his thumb and now fingers against her place of climax – but he slowed his pace and finally, he eased the pressure and pulled her skirts down for her. Her training was complete - in this subject at least.

"I-I can't remember how to begin, maybe you should do it. And don't call me 'sweet,'" she snapped with a sarcastic smile. Sweet…how dare he call me that! At lease he stopped doing that, any longer and I-I, wouldn't have been able to keep it down…I'm glad he stopped when he did. Did he see my plea and its reason?

"You've been away from civilization for far too long. I'll start grace and when we get back to Port Royal I must have someone to revise your etiquette…amongst other things. And I, sweet, shall call you whatever I please." He thought that she would've at least remembered how to say grace, but he wasn't entirely banking on it.

After grace was said, Elizabeth was first to reach for the platters of food. There was everything, from sea food to vegetables and pork roast amongst the platters. Even a bottle of what appeared to be red wine. James and Beckett joined in and started to pile food onto their plates. Elizabeth was looking forward to eating, it all looked so good. She never would've thought that she'd be so happy to see and eat food. When one has something for a long time, then it fades or goes away, this is when the person becomes thankful. Elizabeth was pampered by her father, sometimes even too pampered; like that dress her father had brought her for the-then-Commodore Norrington's promotion ceremony. It was that dress combined with that single piece of Aztec gold that would change her life forever. If only she'd known that then, she would never have put the medallion on that morning. She knew her life would never be the same from the moment they set sail on the Dauntless back to Port Royal, but she hadn't expected anything like what was in store for her right now. For God's sake she was marring Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company tomorrow, and she'd only met him less than five months ago, it was crazy, like a never ending nightmare.

When dinner was almost finished, Lord Beckett turned to James after pouring a glass of the red wine for his self and Elizabeth. "Wine, Mr. Norrington?"

'At least he considered asking you...' Elizabeth mused. Beckett had already poured her a glass without considering asking.

"Might I just ask - and I know this may seem strange and I probably should've mentioned it earlier, but… I think I'll make the wedding as traditional as possible, and for that I need a best man. Would you do me the honor, Admiral? I could have Mercer do it but it just wouldn't look right, and Groves is too busy for such."

Unlike Elizabeth, James chose his words carefully before speaking. He was either thinking it through or it was just a silence or a pause of surprise due to the unexpected. James surely wasn't a good friend of Beckett's so why would he ask him to be his best man? James was a smart man and knew that Beckett would probably make much ado later if he passed up the 'honor' as his Commander had called it, to be his best man.

"I suppose I can, sir." James answered with a grin. He was almost immediate to think thoughts of regret, but he couldn't change his mind now.

"Excellent," Lord Beckett said brightly before reaching for his glass of wine. He raised it. Elizabeth had attended enough of her father's mostly dull parties to realize that Beckett was proposing a toast, and of course James having attended most of the time with her; had realized the same. "Here's hope for a wonderful wedding ceremony," he said, shortly after Elizabeth and James had raised their glasses. Elizabeth of course was a lot less enthusiastic and Beckett didn't let this go unseen. With the last smirk on his face for the evening that Elizabeth would see; he dismissed the Admiral and commanded that Mercer was to take Elizabeth back to her room. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet," he said.

After Elizabeth was roughly escorted back to her room she sat down at her vanity after making the short trip over to her bedside cabinet. She could call the furniture and objects in the room hers, for now at least. She'd taken out her diary and now with a quill and the ink jar out she began to write.

Dear Diary,

Dining with Lord Beckett couldn't have been any worse. The only things that I enjoyed tonight would've been the food and seeing James…alive. He's no longer Commodore James Norrington; Beckett's seen fit to give him the promotion to Admiral. It's good to see James is getting at least some of what he deserves. He should have me. Mrs. Elizabeth Norrington had always been a fantasy that I'd enjoy. That's all it is and all it will ever be – a fantasy – because of my own actions.

I feel foolish. I saw something in James tonight, something that I wish I'd seen a long time ago. The way that he looked at me from across the table; it made me see that he might love me. Realizing only now hurts. I honestly thought he wanted to marry me merely because we'd be a smart match. We'd always been friends but having him propose in the way that he did, was unexpected. I never gave much thought into seeing James as a possible lover. I can recall some awkward gazes he gave me from across the room at my debutante and other occasions, but I always thought James was just a shy and quiet person. I keep having 'what if' thoughts.

While waiting for James to arrive Beckett pushed hard at my region with his knee cap and later on while James was present he felt me in the same place with his fingers. It was a satisfying sensation but I shouldn't have enjoyed it. It makes me feel terrible knowing that Will never had the chance to do something like that with me. I remember lying in bed on the night before the wedding thinking about losing my virginity to Will; it would've been romantic. I doubt doing the same with Beckett will be anywhere near as pleasurable – for me anyway.

Beckett asked James to be his best man and he accepted. This made me feel awful. I hope that one day James will actually be the groom. What James wouldn't give to be the one to kiss me; the bride.

It's getting dark in here and the candle is just about to go out. I can't see what I'm doing very well so I think I'll just go to bed. I might as well enjoy some of my final moments of freedom with a good dream; but nothing to full of hope. I don't think I'll dream. Dreams are good and by the rate that my happiness is depleting I doubt I'm going to get anything good coming for me.

She put the quill and ink back into the middle drawer of her vanity, and the put her diary back into the bedside cabinet. She moved over to the wardrobe and found something to wear to bed. She was just dying to get out of her stays! She undressed and changed into her new night time attire, it was a bit big but it was better than having to wear something constraining like a corset. She lay back onto her rock hard bed with the soft pillows, and wept out all the regret she had for her decision to assist with Will in the rescuing of Jack Sparrow. If she hadn't have done what she'd done maybe Will could still be her friend when she'd married and became Mrs. Norrington. There were endless possibilities.

It was easier to have upsetting and regretful thoughts when she was alone, because no one could stop her from losing her train of thought. And it's easier to cry when you don't have to worry about anyone seeing you.

Elizabeth cried herself to sleep that night.