PotC Advent Calendar: December 14, 15, 16
“You should visit me in England one day.” Words whispered against white perfumed skin not for the first time. The answer is the usual low murmur that could mean anything from “I’m sleepy”, over “In your dreams”, to “I love you”. Only one thing is for sure, it can’t simply mean “Yes”. They have been over this several times and Weatherby knows his lover will never yield.
“Ze English are arrogant barbarians full of zemself.” Chevalle had once said.
“Me too?” Weatherby smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when his hot tempered lover smiled back.
“Especially you.”
It’s these rare moments Weatherby remembers, not running into young Cutler in the empty corridor. He should.
Title: Rule the Waves
Characters/Pairing: Beckett/Calypso
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 136
Rule the Waves
Her dark teeth made him shiver in disgust even as he leaned in eagerly to kiss her. She was everything he wasn’t: hard, heartless, powerful, and heartbreakingly beautiful. A woman. A goddess. He was still Cutler back then. Merely a boy not fresh out of school, eager to live. She sought him out on a dark night once everyone was fast asleep and just smiled. He knew who she was, he had been brought up to know power and the raw strength she radiated aroused him like nothing before. She let him initiate, like a true seductress and he walked into her trap unknowingly. When the cold light of morning found him alone he vowed to rule her forever. And now, holding the heart of his rival in his palm, he finally feels like he could.
Title: Plain
Characters/Pairing: Beckett/Lucy (my OC)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100
Plain
The whore opens his breeches with practiced fingers and Beckett stifles a sigh of boredom. He knows the routine well enough: clothing pushed aside, fingers wrapping around his half hard cock, lips sliding over heated skin, tongue teasing in just the right places. She’s good. A mistress of quick release. But Beckett just groans in frustration at her plainness and shoves his cock deep into her mouth before pushing her away with a disgusted sneer. She dusts her skirt down, walks out without demanding payment and Beckett can’t see her faint smile of triumph, knowing he’ll never call her again.