Swagfic for meowbooks
Title: Here and Now
Author: yoiebear
Written for: meowbooks
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Will and Elizabeth spend a little time alone before their marriage
Mod notes: Request was for “cozy simple moments or complex (i.e. contemplating destiny, do we have a choice?). Fluffy Nonsense, drama, dramedy, angst, adventure, Will/Elizabeth, Elizabeth/Norrington, Jack/Will, Elizabeth, James Norrington; Murtogg and Mullroy; overlooked characters (Navy, Barbossa's crew, Governor Swann).” Prompts were “twitch, twinkle, sesquipedalian.”
Special Mod Note: Remember that wee clerical error we mentioned earlier? This was it; as I said, meowbooks - just consider that Christmas came early for you this year ... *G*
Elizabeth Swann woke with the pale light of the moon creeping in the small, familiar room. The bare walls had been seen by her eyes in the light of day on many an occasion and, while their empty space was far different from what she was used to, the smell of the ocean was a constant reminder that she belonged here.
A light snore followed by a heavy snort beside her reminded Elizabeth of the previous night's transgressions. She looked at his sleeping form and suppressed a giggle when his right arm twitched before he rolled onto his side to continue his slumber.
Will knew Elizabeth thought him asleep, but, truth be told, he hadn't slept a moment in the nearly two hours since she'd drifted into dreamland. Instead, Will watched his fiancée and thought of where they had been.
Will had always been against Elizabeth's nocturnal (and often impromptu) visits to the smithy. It was not as though he did not enjoy her company, but it had been years since these transgressions had occurred. Not only that, but a marriage proposal and set wedding date made the visits more of an inconvenience to her standing in society.
The late night visits first began mere weeks after they arrived at the Governor's Caribbean post - when Will had moved from the mansion into the Browns' meager home to begin his apprenticeship. As children, Elizabeth would tell Will the latest pirate tale she'd heard or teach him the latest card trick she'd learned. They were as innocent as any meeting between a boy and girl could ever be.
It was their second summer in Jamaica that Governor Swann learned of Elizabeth's meetings at the smithy and the games stopped. That was also the year Will realized he was in love with the Governor's daughter, but he promised to never tell her.
That is, until the day at the fort. He hadn't meant to tell her his feelings, but he figured if he were to die with Jack, at least Elizabeth would know he'd loved her.
It was that night, just hours after their declarations and months before a formal engagement announcement, that Elizabeth paid Will the first visit in seven years.
The long hours were what began her sword fighting lessons and, over weeks and months, the thrusts and parries of blades evolved unto what they now shared - heated kisses became skin against skin.
And now, here they were.
Elizabeth grabbed the threadbare blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped herself in it before she went to the window. From the placement of the moon and twinkling stars in the night sky, she could tell sunrise was yet several hours away. As much as she wanted to stay and again cuddle against her sleeping lover, Elizabeth reached for the tunic, breeches, stockings, and shoes she wore for the darkened journey from the Governor's Mansion.
She heard shuffling in the bed as she dropped the blanket to the worn wood floor and smiled to herself.
Will finally spoke when Elizabeth reached for the tunic to cover her pale skin - "You don't have to dress just yet."
"And what makes you say that, Mister Turner? We've not yet married. What would the vicar say if I were found without a stitch upon my body while trying to make my way home?" she said with a smile before she turned around to see Will with a similar grin.
She willingly dropped the shirt and crawled into his arms. His reply came slowly, between short kisses. "I fear his Godliness would be ruined, somehow, by the visual of you in your altogether. To see a creature of your stature in a state of undress might cause him to resign his commission and chase mermaids the remainder of his days.” He grinned. "Really, I would simply hate for anyone but me to see your beauty."
Elizabeth laughed. “Is that the sesquipedalian way of saying I’m yours and only yours?” She quickly kissed Will’s lips before she continued, “My beauty, as you call it, is nothing compared to your own.” Her hands appreciatively ran from his shoulders, down his biceps and across to his chest.
With a final kiss, Elizabeth slowly pulled away - their lips the last part of their bodies to break apart. "I'm afraid if I don't go now there may be repercussions to our actions. Father doesn't know of my nighttime visits with you, and I would hate him to find out because I fell asleep here and was not in my bed with the dawn."
Will again watched her sleek form as she left the bed and moved to the discarded clothing. He also took the free moment to put on his own tunic.
When Elizabeth was as decent as a woman in men's breeches could be, Will stood to escort her to the smithy's backdoor, which was nearly hidden by flowering vines.
"Soon we won't have to hide, Will. Three days and all will be right with the world."
He leaned against the doorframe and watched as Elizabeth ran the small trail that lead to her father's home.
Author: yoiebear
Written for: meowbooks
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Will and Elizabeth spend a little time alone before their marriage
Mod notes: Request was for “cozy simple moments or complex (i.e. contemplating destiny, do we have a choice?). Fluffy Nonsense, drama, dramedy, angst, adventure, Will/Elizabeth, Elizabeth/Norrington, Jack/Will, Elizabeth, James Norrington; Murtogg and Mullroy; overlooked characters (Navy, Barbossa's crew, Governor Swann).” Prompts were “twitch, twinkle, sesquipedalian.”
Special Mod Note: Remember that wee clerical error we mentioned earlier? This was it; as I said, meowbooks - just consider that Christmas came early for you this year ... *G*
Elizabeth Swann woke with the pale light of the moon creeping in the small, familiar room. The bare walls had been seen by her eyes in the light of day on many an occasion and, while their empty space was far different from what she was used to, the smell of the ocean was a constant reminder that she belonged here.
A light snore followed by a heavy snort beside her reminded Elizabeth of the previous night's transgressions. She looked at his sleeping form and suppressed a giggle when his right arm twitched before he rolled onto his side to continue his slumber.
Will knew Elizabeth thought him asleep, but, truth be told, he hadn't slept a moment in the nearly two hours since she'd drifted into dreamland. Instead, Will watched his fiancée and thought of where they had been.
Will had always been against Elizabeth's nocturnal (and often impromptu) visits to the smithy. It was not as though he did not enjoy her company, but it had been years since these transgressions had occurred. Not only that, but a marriage proposal and set wedding date made the visits more of an inconvenience to her standing in society.
The late night visits first began mere weeks after they arrived at the Governor's Caribbean post - when Will had moved from the mansion into the Browns' meager home to begin his apprenticeship. As children, Elizabeth would tell Will the latest pirate tale she'd heard or teach him the latest card trick she'd learned. They were as innocent as any meeting between a boy and girl could ever be.
It was their second summer in Jamaica that Governor Swann learned of Elizabeth's meetings at the smithy and the games stopped. That was also the year Will realized he was in love with the Governor's daughter, but he promised to never tell her.
That is, until the day at the fort. He hadn't meant to tell her his feelings, but he figured if he were to die with Jack, at least Elizabeth would know he'd loved her.
It was that night, just hours after their declarations and months before a formal engagement announcement, that Elizabeth paid Will the first visit in seven years.
The long hours were what began her sword fighting lessons and, over weeks and months, the thrusts and parries of blades evolved unto what they now shared - heated kisses became skin against skin.
And now, here they were.
Elizabeth grabbed the threadbare blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped herself in it before she went to the window. From the placement of the moon and twinkling stars in the night sky, she could tell sunrise was yet several hours away. As much as she wanted to stay and again cuddle against her sleeping lover, Elizabeth reached for the tunic, breeches, stockings, and shoes she wore for the darkened journey from the Governor's Mansion.
She heard shuffling in the bed as she dropped the blanket to the worn wood floor and smiled to herself.
Will finally spoke when Elizabeth reached for the tunic to cover her pale skin - "You don't have to dress just yet."
"And what makes you say that, Mister Turner? We've not yet married. What would the vicar say if I were found without a stitch upon my body while trying to make my way home?" she said with a smile before she turned around to see Will with a similar grin.
She willingly dropped the shirt and crawled into his arms. His reply came slowly, between short kisses. "I fear his Godliness would be ruined, somehow, by the visual of you in your altogether. To see a creature of your stature in a state of undress might cause him to resign his commission and chase mermaids the remainder of his days.” He grinned. "Really, I would simply hate for anyone but me to see your beauty."
Elizabeth laughed. “Is that the sesquipedalian way of saying I’m yours and only yours?” She quickly kissed Will’s lips before she continued, “My beauty, as you call it, is nothing compared to your own.” Her hands appreciatively ran from his shoulders, down his biceps and across to his chest.
With a final kiss, Elizabeth slowly pulled away - their lips the last part of their bodies to break apart. "I'm afraid if I don't go now there may be repercussions to our actions. Father doesn't know of my nighttime visits with you, and I would hate him to find out because I fell asleep here and was not in my bed with the dawn."
Will again watched her sleek form as she left the bed and moved to the discarded clothing. He also took the free moment to put on his own tunic.
When Elizabeth was as decent as a woman in men's breeches could be, Will stood to escort her to the smithy's backdoor, which was nearly hidden by flowering vines.
"Soon we won't have to hide, Will. Three days and all will be right with the world."
He leaned against the doorframe and watched as Elizabeth ran the small trail that lead to her father's home.