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Day 16: Depths of Affection (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Title: Depths of Affection
Author: were_lemur
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elizabeth Swann (plus imaginary Norrington and Will)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~150
Warnings: none
Summary: Elizabeth considers her potential suitors.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Elizabeth knows it's unladylike to touch herself there, to run her fingers along the slick cleft, to delve between the curls like a clownfish into an anemone, but sometimes at night she can't help herself.
Lately her father has been suggesting Captain Norrington -- James -- as a suitable potential match. She tries to imagine what it would be like, being married to him. Tries to imagine him in the bedroom, but all she can see is him in his stiff formal uniform and his wig. She can't picture him naked, sweaty, disarrayed like she feels when she touches herself.
Unbidden, the image of Will Turner rises to her mind's eye. She's seen him at the smithy, and though he was decently clothed at the time, the image of sweat dripping down his face makes him seem like a much more likely prospect in the bedroom.
She shouldn't even be thinking of him in that way.
But as her fingers seek out the pearl in her oyster, she can't bring herself to care.
Author: were_lemur
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Elizabeth Swann (plus imaginary Norrington and Will)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~150
Warnings: none
Summary: Elizabeth considers her potential suitors.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Elizabeth knows it's unladylike to touch herself there, to run her fingers along the slick cleft, to delve between the curls like a clownfish into an anemone, but sometimes at night she can't help herself.
Lately her father has been suggesting Captain Norrington -- James -- as a suitable potential match. She tries to imagine what it would be like, being married to him. Tries to imagine him in the bedroom, but all she can see is him in his stiff formal uniform and his wig. She can't picture him naked, sweaty, disarrayed like she feels when she touches herself.
Unbidden, the image of Will Turner rises to her mind's eye. She's seen him at the smithy, and though he was decently clothed at the time, the image of sweat dripping down his face makes him seem like a much more likely prospect in the bedroom.
She shouldn't even be thinking of him in that way.
But as her fingers seek out the pearl in her oyster, she can't bring herself to care.