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Title: Arguments
Pairing: Norrington/Elizabeth, implied Will/Liz, James/Jack
Rating: R ish
Length: 445 words
Sometimes James and Elizabeth were enemies. They could bicker far into the night without needing so much as a breath. And their anger could lay awake unabated longer than Will or Jack could after a night of drinking. But when the pirate and blacksmith woke they were both there for their lovers, even when often and annoyingly pitted against the other: Jack supporting James and Will supporting Elizabeth over a pointless argument. Not that Will or Jack cared worth a half pence what those two found to bicker about. It was everything really. How standoffish James could be, how cold Elizabeth occasionally was, how James was not in charge of anyone, how Elizabeth was not the final decision maker, how this and that until both of them were breathless and furious and relaying it all to poor Will and Jack.
Will was happy to satiate Elizabeth on the nights she fought with James. She would always get so frustrated, so riled up that her anger rushed out of her in a torrent of bites and deep red scratches down Will's back. But she would still be too upset, too fidgety to let Will cuddle up close behind her when they were done. And Jack certainly had no better luck with James, who, usually pliable to the pirate's will, would be snappish the entire evening, pushing Jack's insistent kisses away until it finally ended in an angered frenzy on Jack's bed. Jack, to his surprise, always came out with the most bruises when James and Elizabeth took to fighting each other.
It was the winter months especially that the two found each other's company insufferable. James with his righteousness and almost smothering care. Elizabeth with her detest for being cooped up because of rain, and taking it out on the nearest person. But though they drove one another to wits end, it was always to Jack and Will's bewilderment that the two could rarely keep their hands off each other. Some wild mixture of loathing and lust, betrayal and searing guilt drove them to together, and they crashed like waves against rock on the floor of James' cabin. She left shiny white lines down the blade of his shoulder that never faded; four jolting streaks across the black tattoo Jack had convinced him of four months ago.
"I cannot stand you sometimes," Elizabeth once told him, tired and glistening after a torrid and exhausting apology.
James smiled wryly and bit her earlobe, kissing down to the crook of her neck. "My sentiments exactly, darling," he replied, wrapping a warm arm around her waist. She turned her head to meet his lips with her own, and they shared their first tender kiss since the whole argument began.
Pairing: Norrington/Elizabeth, implied Will/Liz, James/Jack
Rating: R ish
Length: 445 words
Sometimes James and Elizabeth were enemies. They could bicker far into the night without needing so much as a breath. And their anger could lay awake unabated longer than Will or Jack could after a night of drinking. But when the pirate and blacksmith woke they were both there for their lovers, even when often and annoyingly pitted against the other: Jack supporting James and Will supporting Elizabeth over a pointless argument. Not that Will or Jack cared worth a half pence what those two found to bicker about. It was everything really. How standoffish James could be, how cold Elizabeth occasionally was, how James was not in charge of anyone, how Elizabeth was not the final decision maker, how this and that until both of them were breathless and furious and relaying it all to poor Will and Jack.
Will was happy to satiate Elizabeth on the nights she fought with James. She would always get so frustrated, so riled up that her anger rushed out of her in a torrent of bites and deep red scratches down Will's back. But she would still be too upset, too fidgety to let Will cuddle up close behind her when they were done. And Jack certainly had no better luck with James, who, usually pliable to the pirate's will, would be snappish the entire evening, pushing Jack's insistent kisses away until it finally ended in an angered frenzy on Jack's bed. Jack, to his surprise, always came out with the most bruises when James and Elizabeth took to fighting each other.
It was the winter months especially that the two found each other's company insufferable. James with his righteousness and almost smothering care. Elizabeth with her detest for being cooped up because of rain, and taking it out on the nearest person. But though they drove one another to wits end, it was always to Jack and Will's bewilderment that the two could rarely keep their hands off each other. Some wild mixture of loathing and lust, betrayal and searing guilt drove them to together, and they crashed like waves against rock on the floor of James' cabin. She left shiny white lines down the blade of his shoulder that never faded; four jolting streaks across the black tattoo Jack had convinced him of four months ago.
"I cannot stand you sometimes," Elizabeth once told him, tired and glistening after a torrid and exhausting apology.
James smiled wryly and bit her earlobe, kissing down to the crook of her neck. "My sentiments exactly, darling," he replied, wrapping a warm arm around her waist. She turned her head to meet his lips with her own, and they shared their first tender kiss since the whole argument began.