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Title: The memory of touch
Author: ceria_taliesin
Fandom: PotC
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth/Will
Rating: NC17
Warnings: pwp
Summary: 400 words Written for the porn battle found here
Thank you, fabu for the lovely concrit, as always.
Jack has brought them to the desert as a gift for Will, who had never seen one. They spent the night curled together for warmth in a small tent. Elizabeth found it hard to believe something so warm during the day could be so cold at night. Rising with the dawn, they stand at the edge of the expanse, staring at endless sand that's distorted by the heat. She smiles, thinking it almost looks like waves on an ocean of brown.
She's standing next to Will, uncomfortable in such heat; Jack is leaning against Will's back, watching his profile with a small smile. She turns her head as Jack says, "The heat - it leaves memories on your skin." He swipes a calloused thumb across the back of Will's neck and seconds later Will shudders.
Unable to touch one and not the other, Jack runs a finger down her jaw line, the heat making the sensation last for seconds longer than it actually does. It's like he touched her twice, or possibly, two people touched her, one right after the other. Grinning at each other, they undress Will - it's his birthday after all, fifteen years since he and Elizabeth first met.
They return to the tent to hide from the suns' rays. Lying Will down, blindfolded to enhance his senses, Jack uses long, slow caresses, the heat drying the trails his tongue leaves immediately on Will's sun-colored skin, but not the memory of it. Elizabeth runs once-perfect fingernails down his pale thighs, smirking as he twitches in the aftermath. It's a slow process to make Will hard. She knows he feels four people touching him instead of two, but that's all right, it is his birthday.
Jack and Elizabeth are careful to vary their touch. He pulls a feather from his sash, hands it to her, then picks up a sun-warmed rock. She lightly dances the feather across his stomach, Jack follows it seconds later with rough heat. Will finally whimpers, his only sign that he's close to losing control.
Jack points to Will's mouth and prick, letting Elizabeth chose the one she wants. She kisses Will's mouth, letting Jack take his prick - he's the one most skilled at that.
Will begins to thrash beneath them and she sits back to watch him melt inside Jack's mouth. He pulls the blindfold off, squinting in the brightness and she grins at him before tugging at Jack's hair, pulling him close to kiss him, sharing Will.
Author: ceria_taliesin
Fandom: PotC
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth/Will
Rating: NC17
Warnings: pwp
Summary: 400 words Written for the porn battle found here
Thank you, fabu for the lovely concrit, as always.
Jack has brought them to the desert as a gift for Will, who had never seen one. They spent the night curled together for warmth in a small tent. Elizabeth found it hard to believe something so warm during the day could be so cold at night. Rising with the dawn, they stand at the edge of the expanse, staring at endless sand that's distorted by the heat. She smiles, thinking it almost looks like waves on an ocean of brown.
She's standing next to Will, uncomfortable in such heat; Jack is leaning against Will's back, watching his profile with a small smile. She turns her head as Jack says, "The heat - it leaves memories on your skin." He swipes a calloused thumb across the back of Will's neck and seconds later Will shudders.
Unable to touch one and not the other, Jack runs a finger down her jaw line, the heat making the sensation last for seconds longer than it actually does. It's like he touched her twice, or possibly, two people touched her, one right after the other. Grinning at each other, they undress Will - it's his birthday after all, fifteen years since he and Elizabeth first met.
They return to the tent to hide from the suns' rays. Lying Will down, blindfolded to enhance his senses, Jack uses long, slow caresses, the heat drying the trails his tongue leaves immediately on Will's sun-colored skin, but not the memory of it. Elizabeth runs once-perfect fingernails down his pale thighs, smirking as he twitches in the aftermath. It's a slow process to make Will hard. She knows he feels four people touching him instead of two, but that's all right, it is his birthday.
Jack and Elizabeth are careful to vary their touch. He pulls a feather from his sash, hands it to her, then picks up a sun-warmed rock. She lightly dances the feather across his stomach, Jack follows it seconds later with rough heat. Will finally whimpers, his only sign that he's close to losing control.
Jack points to Will's mouth and prick, letting Elizabeth chose the one she wants. She kisses Will's mouth, letting Jack take his prick - he's the one most skilled at that.
Will begins to thrash beneath them and she sits back to watch him melt inside Jack's mouth. He pulls the blindfold off, squinting in the brightness and she grins at him before tugging at Jack's hair, pulling him close to kiss him, sharing Will.