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Title: Redeaux
Chapter: ??
Characters/Pairings: James/Elizabeth, mentions Jack/Will
Spoilers/Warning: NC-17, AU
Summary: Because it’s supposed to be her wedding night…
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners, mainly Disney. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: This may or may not be continued into a series of related OneShots as my whole inspiration for this story began with something that would happen years down the road from when this happens. (Does that even make sense?) Anyway… Oh, and I tried my hand at porn again. Not sure how it turned out as I sort of suck at rating my own porn. Let me know.
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It’s still rather early, barely past dusk, when James Norrington stumbles into the tavern. He’s already drunk (and has been for the past six months) but his day has been a tad bit more difficult than usual and all he wants to do is drink until he can’t think or feel anymore; which shouldn’t be too hard as he can barely stand on his own and has to lean rather heavily on the bar to stay right-side up.
“Pete,” he mutters, signaling the familiar bartender with a swirl of his finger. Pete nods and wanders off for a fresh bottle of rum, leaving James to turn around and watch the crowded bar. Ooh, wait. Maybe staring at the room as a whole while it’s spinning like that isn’t the best idea in the world. Shaking his head drunkenly, James swivels back around. Much better, he thinks, focusing his unsteady gaze on the unwavering wood of the bar in front of him.
Pete returns a few minutes later and slams a dirty glass of rum in front of him. Usually James would grimace at the condition of his cup but, as he’s woken up in a pigsty more times than he’d care to admit to, a little bit of grime isn’t really all that much of a problem anymore. Besides, the alcohol disguises the taste and kills any icky things anyway.
He’s just taken his first sip when a skinny little cabin boy sidles up beside him and orders himself rum. James frowns and, through his drunken haze, realizes that voice is disturbingly familiar to him. He turns a wary eye on the boy (who is by no means a boy) and arches an eyebrow.
“What,” he slurs accusingly, “are you doing here?”
“James?”
James sighs. “Elizabeth.”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding all these months,” Elizabeth says after a moment of silent contemplation.
He knows what she must be thinking - that he’s a mess, a wreck, a drunk - but can’t find it in him to care what she thinks anymore. James takes another sip of his drink and says, “Had to go somewhere, didn’t I?”
Elizabeth shrugs and swallows the rum Pete’s placed in front of her in one large gulp.
“You didn’t answer my question,” James says as Elizabeth gestures for a refill.
She looks at him pointedly. “Today was my wedding day.”
“You got married?” James asks in horror, suddenly feeling much more sober than he had a few minutes ago. “What the hell are you doing here then?”
“Didn’t you hear me?” Elizabeth snaps at him. “Was. Today was my wedding day. Obviously, as I am here with you,” she throws back the new cup of rum the second Pete places it in front of her, “my day has not gone as planned.”
James, in his inebriated state, is struggling to hear what she’s not saying and is failing miserably. “So you’re not married?”
“No,” Elizabeth tells him bitterly.
“He’s hasn’t…” James grimaces, trying to word his question as delicately as possible. “He hasn’t been run through, has he?”
Elizabeth snorts. “You could say that.”
James stares at her blankly.
“My fiancé has left me to pursue an alternate lifestyle.” Elizabeth shakes her head ruefully. James only continues to stare at her uncomprehendingly. “Not only is he sailing under black flags now, he’s also under Captain Jack Sparrow.”
“So he’s a pirate-“ And then it dawns on him. “Oh. I see.”
“They were very nice about it all, really,” Elizabeth says sadly, running her fingertips along the rim of her cup. “Will was almost as upset as I was. I believe the realization came as quite a shock. And Jack… He felt terrible.” She smiles up at James miserably. “We’re quite the tragic pair, aren’t we?”
James chuckles mirthlessly and taps his glass against hers. “We’re not a pair,” he tells her before throwing back the contents of the cup. He slams the empty glass down on the counter, throws enough coins to cover both their drinks onto the bar, and begins walking away from her.
“This is supposed to be my wedding night,” Elizabeth calls after him, causing him to freeze. She sighs. “I so wanted it to be my wedding night.”
While the part of his brain that is still functioning is screaming at him to keep going, his heart just won’t let him take another step away from her. Instead, he takes a deep breath and strides back over to her. Elizabeth opens her mouth to say something more, but is silenced as he cups her face in his hands and crushes his lips against hers.
She doesn’t protest at all and so he deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responds in kind and somewhere in the back of his mind it registers that her hands are on the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their bodies are completely flush.
When they finally pull away for air, Elizabeth asks, “Is there somewhere-“
“I have a room,” he interrupts her softly and gently caresses her cheek with his thumb. “It’s not much but-“
“I’m sure it will do,” she whispers against his lips.
He quickly leads her from the tavern to the small room he’s rented a few doors down. She is, thankfully, fully engrossed in nibbling his ear when they burst through the door and doesn’t notice the empty bottles littering the floor; though he does nearly trip on one in his intense pursuit of the dusty bed and winds up smashing into the wall. Elizabeth giggles and pushes his tattered coat off his shoulders. When the coat is gone she begins unbuttoning his stained, yet relatively clean, white shirt while he pulls the tricorn hat off her head and tosses it somewhere across the room.
“So beautiful,” James murmurs as her hair tumbles down her back in waves. She grins and his shirt is gone a second later, followed quickly by his breeches. “Well now,” he says, head tilted to the side, “I feel somewhat underdressed.”
Elizabeth bites her bottom lip, studying him. He can tell by the look on her face that she’s never seen a man naked before and the realization that he is the first sends shivers through his body. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks (ever the gentleman), giving her a chance to back out before things have gone too far.
“Yes,” Elizabeth answers as her eyes travel the length of his body. Honey brown finally settles on green and she nods with certainty, “It is.”
Those three words are all it takes and within seconds he’s divested her of her shirt and her wrappings. His fingers skim the waistband of her pants as he trails a line of kisses across her collar bone and up her neck and then he eases her backwards until her thighs have met with the edge of the bed. She begins to sit, but James stops her and, smirking, goes down on his knees in front of her.
He quickly works her trousers over her hips and nudges her legs a few inches apart with his knees. Elizabeth’s breath hitches as his fingers slowly trail from her knee to her inner thigh. He glances up at her, relishing in the way her lips have parted and her eyes have drifted shut, before tipping his face forward. He lets his tongue glide back and forth across her folds, gently at first, but then, as she begins making little mewing sounds in the back of her throat and grabs hold of his hair, flattens his tongue and applies more pressure until he can feel her legs begin to wobble.
“Don’t stop,” Elizabeth groans as James pulls back.
“Later,” he tells her softly and rises. Elizabeth lets out a tiny hum of protest but doesn’t stop him when he kisses her again and pushes her back onto the bed. On impulse, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he situates them on the bed and then lets out a moan as his rigid cock brushes against her sensitive clit. The sensation, so new and euphoric, makes her feel as if her veins are on fire and she wants nothing more than to feel it again. Plus, she’s rather thrilled by the way she causes James to tremble as she grinds against him.
“Eliz-“ James groans as she arches into him again. “Elizabeth, please.”
“I want you,” Elizabeth whispers breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”
James exhales a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and pushes the tip of his cock against her entrance. He hesitates only a second, but it’s enough for Elizabeth to gently push against him. He slides in with a bit of resistance and can’t help but notice the way Elizabeth winces.
“It’ll be better,” he promises and kisses her softly.
He’s right, of course. It hurts at first as he slides in and out, but after a short time the pain she feels begins to ebb and is replaced by the exhilarating sensations from before. James senses the change and begins thrusting faster and harder until the fluttering she feels in her womb becomes so fast and hot she can’t take it anymore and, with a cry, she cums, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders. She’s still shuddering with pleasure a few moments later when James throws his head back and follows her lead with an electrifying orgasm of his own.
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She’s gone by the time he wakes up the next morning.
Chapter: ??
Characters/Pairings: James/Elizabeth, mentions Jack/Will
Spoilers/Warning: NC-17, AU
Summary: Because it’s supposed to be her wedding night…
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners, mainly Disney. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: This may or may not be continued into a series of related OneShots as my whole inspiration for this story began with something that would happen years down the road from when this happens. (Does that even make sense?) Anyway… Oh, and I tried my hand at porn again. Not sure how it turned out as I sort of suck at rating my own porn. Let me know.
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It’s still rather early, barely past dusk, when James Norrington stumbles into the tavern. He’s already drunk (and has been for the past six months) but his day has been a tad bit more difficult than usual and all he wants to do is drink until he can’t think or feel anymore; which shouldn’t be too hard as he can barely stand on his own and has to lean rather heavily on the bar to stay right-side up.
“Pete,” he mutters, signaling the familiar bartender with a swirl of his finger. Pete nods and wanders off for a fresh bottle of rum, leaving James to turn around and watch the crowded bar. Ooh, wait. Maybe staring at the room as a whole while it’s spinning like that isn’t the best idea in the world. Shaking his head drunkenly, James swivels back around. Much better, he thinks, focusing his unsteady gaze on the unwavering wood of the bar in front of him.
Pete returns a few minutes later and slams a dirty glass of rum in front of him. Usually James would grimace at the condition of his cup but, as he’s woken up in a pigsty more times than he’d care to admit to, a little bit of grime isn’t really all that much of a problem anymore. Besides, the alcohol disguises the taste and kills any icky things anyway.
He’s just taken his first sip when a skinny little cabin boy sidles up beside him and orders himself rum. James frowns and, through his drunken haze, realizes that voice is disturbingly familiar to him. He turns a wary eye on the boy (who is by no means a boy) and arches an eyebrow.
“What,” he slurs accusingly, “are you doing here?”
“James?”
James sighs. “Elizabeth.”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding all these months,” Elizabeth says after a moment of silent contemplation.
He knows what she must be thinking - that he’s a mess, a wreck, a drunk - but can’t find it in him to care what she thinks anymore. James takes another sip of his drink and says, “Had to go somewhere, didn’t I?”
Elizabeth shrugs and swallows the rum Pete’s placed in front of her in one large gulp.
“You didn’t answer my question,” James says as Elizabeth gestures for a refill.
She looks at him pointedly. “Today was my wedding day.”
“You got married?” James asks in horror, suddenly feeling much more sober than he had a few minutes ago. “What the hell are you doing here then?”
“Didn’t you hear me?” Elizabeth snaps at him. “Was. Today was my wedding day. Obviously, as I am here with you,” she throws back the new cup of rum the second Pete places it in front of her, “my day has not gone as planned.”
James, in his inebriated state, is struggling to hear what she’s not saying and is failing miserably. “So you’re not married?”
“No,” Elizabeth tells him bitterly.
“He’s hasn’t…” James grimaces, trying to word his question as delicately as possible. “He hasn’t been run through, has he?”
Elizabeth snorts. “You could say that.”
James stares at her blankly.
“My fiancé has left me to pursue an alternate lifestyle.” Elizabeth shakes her head ruefully. James only continues to stare at her uncomprehendingly. “Not only is he sailing under black flags now, he’s also under Captain Jack Sparrow.”
“So he’s a pirate-“ And then it dawns on him. “Oh. I see.”
“They were very nice about it all, really,” Elizabeth says sadly, running her fingertips along the rim of her cup. “Will was almost as upset as I was. I believe the realization came as quite a shock. And Jack… He felt terrible.” She smiles up at James miserably. “We’re quite the tragic pair, aren’t we?”
James chuckles mirthlessly and taps his glass against hers. “We’re not a pair,” he tells her before throwing back the contents of the cup. He slams the empty glass down on the counter, throws enough coins to cover both their drinks onto the bar, and begins walking away from her.
“This is supposed to be my wedding night,” Elizabeth calls after him, causing him to freeze. She sighs. “I so wanted it to be my wedding night.”
While the part of his brain that is still functioning is screaming at him to keep going, his heart just won’t let him take another step away from her. Instead, he takes a deep breath and strides back over to her. Elizabeth opens her mouth to say something more, but is silenced as he cups her face in his hands and crushes his lips against hers.
She doesn’t protest at all and so he deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responds in kind and somewhere in the back of his mind it registers that her hands are on the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their bodies are completely flush.
When they finally pull away for air, Elizabeth asks, “Is there somewhere-“
“I have a room,” he interrupts her softly and gently caresses her cheek with his thumb. “It’s not much but-“
“I’m sure it will do,” she whispers against his lips.
He quickly leads her from the tavern to the small room he’s rented a few doors down. She is, thankfully, fully engrossed in nibbling his ear when they burst through the door and doesn’t notice the empty bottles littering the floor; though he does nearly trip on one in his intense pursuit of the dusty bed and winds up smashing into the wall. Elizabeth giggles and pushes his tattered coat off his shoulders. When the coat is gone she begins unbuttoning his stained, yet relatively clean, white shirt while he pulls the tricorn hat off her head and tosses it somewhere across the room.
“So beautiful,” James murmurs as her hair tumbles down her back in waves. She grins and his shirt is gone a second later, followed quickly by his breeches. “Well now,” he says, head tilted to the side, “I feel somewhat underdressed.”
Elizabeth bites her bottom lip, studying him. He can tell by the look on her face that she’s never seen a man naked before and the realization that he is the first sends shivers through his body. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks (ever the gentleman), giving her a chance to back out before things have gone too far.
“Yes,” Elizabeth answers as her eyes travel the length of his body. Honey brown finally settles on green and she nods with certainty, “It is.”
Those three words are all it takes and within seconds he’s divested her of her shirt and her wrappings. His fingers skim the waistband of her pants as he trails a line of kisses across her collar bone and up her neck and then he eases her backwards until her thighs have met with the edge of the bed. She begins to sit, but James stops her and, smirking, goes down on his knees in front of her.
He quickly works her trousers over her hips and nudges her legs a few inches apart with his knees. Elizabeth’s breath hitches as his fingers slowly trail from her knee to her inner thigh. He glances up at her, relishing in the way her lips have parted and her eyes have drifted shut, before tipping his face forward. He lets his tongue glide back and forth across her folds, gently at first, but then, as she begins making little mewing sounds in the back of her throat and grabs hold of his hair, flattens his tongue and applies more pressure until he can feel her legs begin to wobble.
“Don’t stop,” Elizabeth groans as James pulls back.
“Later,” he tells her softly and rises. Elizabeth lets out a tiny hum of protest but doesn’t stop him when he kisses her again and pushes her back onto the bed. On impulse, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he situates them on the bed and then lets out a moan as his rigid cock brushes against her sensitive clit. The sensation, so new and euphoric, makes her feel as if her veins are on fire and she wants nothing more than to feel it again. Plus, she’s rather thrilled by the way she causes James to tremble as she grinds against him.
“Eliz-“ James groans as she arches into him again. “Elizabeth, please.”
“I want you,” Elizabeth whispers breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”
James exhales a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and pushes the tip of his cock against her entrance. He hesitates only a second, but it’s enough for Elizabeth to gently push against him. He slides in with a bit of resistance and can’t help but notice the way Elizabeth winces.
“It’ll be better,” he promises and kisses her softly.
He’s right, of course. It hurts at first as he slides in and out, but after a short time the pain she feels begins to ebb and is replaced by the exhilarating sensations from before. James senses the change and begins thrusting faster and harder until the fluttering she feels in her womb becomes so fast and hot she can’t take it anymore and, with a cry, she cums, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders. She’s still shuddering with pleasure a few moments later when James throws his head back and follows her lead with an electrifying orgasm of his own.
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She’s gone by the time he wakes up the next morning.