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Title: Debt Repaid
Pairing: Elizabeth/Jack/Will/Jaques (anti-Jack)
Rating: R/NC-17
Notes: It's late and this just sort of...came out of my ass. So excuse me. It's complete rubbish. XD
Will's flesh seemed rediculously soft and tender in comparison to the leathery roughness of the pirate's own skin. Not that Elizabeth was complaining, mind. Merely observing. Elizabeth had grown to observe a great many things in the past fortnight.
"Elizabeth, darling," the sound of...was it...Yes, Will's. Will's voice crying out from beneath the soft yellow blanket. The blacksmith's wife lazily hummed questionably. "Would you...Would you move you're leg but a bit?"
"Of course," said she, lethargically crossing one long leg over the other.
"Thank you."
"Christ!--Yes, thank you," a second voice hissed.
Elizabeth grinned and turned onto her side. She curled happily at the pirate's side, and ran her sharpened fingernails up and down the length of his torso, from the hard packed flesh of his breast to corded muscle of his stomach. He was a beautiful creature. A great blue-ish/black colored tattoo of a winged bird decorated the expanse of his chest. A bird of prey, surely, Elizabeth decided.
The pirate, however, paid the lovely woman at his side little head. But his attention was forced to her when her great lips came down upon his, and her soft and languid tongue stabbed between his lips. She must have been a linguist, the way she used that vicious little muscle of hers. Hot and pink, slick and wanting. Searching, begging, imploring. Lapping, sliding, sucking and ...Christ, christ, christ!
"Will!" the pirate screamed into Elizabeth's mouth. She promptly bit him.
At length she slid away from the burnt brown corsair to simper knowingly at her husband who crawled up from beneath the sheets, a stupid grin on his face. The boy had swallowed his mess. She married the smart one.
"Why, Mr. Turner!" she scolded. "Where ever have you been?"
"Oh have no worry, Elizabeth," purred Jack from across the room. He too wore a grin of sensual stupidity that only a bottle of rum could properly administer. "Young Mr. Turner was just repaying a long owed favor to, Jacques, here."
"Yes," Will hissed. He ran his fingertips up and down the wilting length of Jacques tired shaft. So sweet it was painful. The blonde pirate whined and grimaced. He bucked his hips upward, nevertheless. The lad was skilled. Of that, Jacques was certain.
Elizabeth sighed and gave in to a shrug. "Well, as long as what was owed has been repaid."
"It has," wheezed Jacques through Will's delicious and agonizing ministrations.
"In that case, I propose a toast!" cried Jack, who was of course always eager to toast to some thing or another. He swaggered over to the bed and snuggled in down by the blacksmith, nestling his elbows in between Elizabeth's legs. "To Jacques! Our newest, and most portentous acquaintance!" They all cried cheers and took swigs of the bottle that Jack sent around. He looked terribly smug as a callused palm pressed itself flat and firm against the folds of Elizabeth's core. beneath the blankets. She moaned.
"Here, here! That's the spirit, Elizabeth!" shouted Will, before gulping down the fiery liquor.
Elizabeth glared at her husband. But her incendiary stare drifted away as her lashes began to flutter and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Leisurely she melted down into the pillows behind her. Jack had disappeared beneath the yellow sea of fabric...surprisingly, as had Jacques. Will now happily sat in his place beside Elizabeth. They smiled at each another faintly before shuddering at the same moment. Knowingly the two gripped one another's hands tightly, and freed themselves to Jack and Jacques's ambrosial kisses and torturous tongues.
Pairing: Elizabeth/Jack/Will/Jaques (anti-Jack)
Rating: R/NC-17
Notes: It's late and this just sort of...came out of my ass. So excuse me. It's complete rubbish. XD
Will's flesh seemed rediculously soft and tender in comparison to the leathery roughness of the pirate's own skin. Not that Elizabeth was complaining, mind. Merely observing. Elizabeth had grown to observe a great many things in the past fortnight.
"Elizabeth, darling," the sound of...was it...Yes, Will's. Will's voice crying out from beneath the soft yellow blanket. The blacksmith's wife lazily hummed questionably. "Would you...Would you move you're leg but a bit?"
"Of course," said she, lethargically crossing one long leg over the other.
"Thank you."
"Christ!--Yes, thank you," a second voice hissed.
Elizabeth grinned and turned onto her side. She curled happily at the pirate's side, and ran her sharpened fingernails up and down the length of his torso, from the hard packed flesh of his breast to corded muscle of his stomach. He was a beautiful creature. A great blue-ish/black colored tattoo of a winged bird decorated the expanse of his chest. A bird of prey, surely, Elizabeth decided.
The pirate, however, paid the lovely woman at his side little head. But his attention was forced to her when her great lips came down upon his, and her soft and languid tongue stabbed between his lips. She must have been a linguist, the way she used that vicious little muscle of hers. Hot and pink, slick and wanting. Searching, begging, imploring. Lapping, sliding, sucking and ...Christ, christ, christ!
"Will!" the pirate screamed into Elizabeth's mouth. She promptly bit him.
At length she slid away from the burnt brown corsair to simper knowingly at her husband who crawled up from beneath the sheets, a stupid grin on his face. The boy had swallowed his mess. She married the smart one.
"Why, Mr. Turner!" she scolded. "Where ever have you been?"
"Oh have no worry, Elizabeth," purred Jack from across the room. He too wore a grin of sensual stupidity that only a bottle of rum could properly administer. "Young Mr. Turner was just repaying a long owed favor to, Jacques, here."
"Yes," Will hissed. He ran his fingertips up and down the wilting length of Jacques tired shaft. So sweet it was painful. The blonde pirate whined and grimaced. He bucked his hips upward, nevertheless. The lad was skilled. Of that, Jacques was certain.
Elizabeth sighed and gave in to a shrug. "Well, as long as what was owed has been repaid."
"It has," wheezed Jacques through Will's delicious and agonizing ministrations.
"In that case, I propose a toast!" cried Jack, who was of course always eager to toast to some thing or another. He swaggered over to the bed and snuggled in down by the blacksmith, nestling his elbows in between Elizabeth's legs. "To Jacques! Our newest, and most portentous acquaintance!" They all cried cheers and took swigs of the bottle that Jack sent around. He looked terribly smug as a callused palm pressed itself flat and firm against the folds of Elizabeth's core. beneath the blankets. She moaned.
"Here, here! That's the spirit, Elizabeth!" shouted Will, before gulping down the fiery liquor.
Elizabeth glared at her husband. But her incendiary stare drifted away as her lashes began to flutter and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Leisurely she melted down into the pillows behind her. Jack had disappeared beneath the yellow sea of fabric...surprisingly, as had Jacques. Will now happily sat in his place beside Elizabeth. They smiled at each another faintly before shuddering at the same moment. Knowingly the two gripped one another's hands tightly, and freed themselves to Jack and Jacques's ambrosial kisses and torturous tongues.