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The drabbles that occur before this one can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/barbossabeth/69171.html#cutid1 I recommend reading those before you read this. Forgive the screwed up formatting...stupid computer...stupid lj...grrr.
Title: One Step Further
Author:
vseverinsevier
Pairing: B/E
Rating: R to mild NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing...'cept maybe this rather sad looking house plant sittin' on me desk.
Author's Note: Heh heh. I have the next part in my What If Drabble series for you all. It's partly from Elizabeth's point of view and then it went off on its own and there was little I could from stopping it from going where it went. I hope you all like it and
barbossamonkey, I hope this is delicious enough for ye!
Now, I proudly present to ye...One Step Further...
One Step Further
She didn't know how long they'd kissed and she didn't care. With Will acting the way he was over the debacle with Jack, she hadn't felt wanted or desired in any way and she'd wanted to feel...something...anything. And here...now...in the arms of this pirate captain, this pirate lord...she was overwhelmed with feeling. Oh, how overwhelmed was she! His lips were soft yet demanding, his beard rough against her skin, his arms like vices around her.
Her heart was racing and she felt such heat in her belly. God...Will's kisses never did this to her! Hell, even the kiss she'd shared with Jack hadn't been anything like this! And the funny thing was that the kiss hadn't even progressed any farther than intense, closed mouth kisses!
Suddenly, his arms loosened around her and he took a minute step backwards, withdrawing from her so that his face was an inch or two from her own. She didn't open her eyes and she felt his warm moist breath caress her lips as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Lazily she opened her eyes and looked up into his and slight hesitation in those icy depths. She willed her great desire to show in her eyes and she tilted her head up to kiss him and he met her halfway.
His left arm wrapped around her lower back and held her to him while his right hand slid up her back and tangled itself in her hair at the nape of her neck. One of her hands clutched a handful of the front of his coat while the other had a deathgrip on his shoulder. His mouth opened over hers and his tongue gently traced the seam of her lips, begging for entrance and she more than happily obliged. His tongue met hers and their kiss became the epitome of 'passionate', his tongue dueling with hers and exploring her mouth ravenously.
Again, she strayed out of thought and time. The only thing she was aware of was his body against hers...his lips against hers...his arms around her...and then he was gone.
He tore himself away from her and stepped back a few feet, just staring at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly from their passion. Her own chest heaved as she tried to get oxygen to her deprived brain and she suddenly became very aware of his absence. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong but was quickly cut off by him suddenly striding over to her and heaving her into his arms and over his shoulder. She made several small noises of protestation as he turned and mounted the steps to the main deck and swiftly entered his cabin.
He set her down gently after shutting and locking the door and she spluttered for a moment at the indignity of being carried in such a way, but he just gave her one of his suave smiles and she fell silent.
He stepped closer to her, still smiling and raised his hand, gently brushing the back of his knuckles against her soft skin before cupping her cheek. His head slowly descended and their lips met softly, almost tenderly. His other hand came to rest lightly on her waist and she slid her hands up his chest, one hand holding onto his shoulder. Their eyes closed, their lips brushed against one another multiple times before he finally covered her mouth with his, once again plundering her mouth and triggering a sudden, urgent need for their skin to be touching in the most intimate ways imaginable.
She ripped his hat off his head and flung it onto the table and he growled deep in his throat before attacking her shirt, deftly undoing the ties that held it together and he pushed it off her shoulders. The kiss broke as she struggled with his baldric and he helped her get over his head and it fell to the floor. As he yanked off his coat, he captured her mouth again and didn't break it as his coat came off and then his waistcoat. He grabbed her waist and held her to him as she clawed at her belt and struggled to undo it. It finally acquiesced and it also fell to the floor but they'd forgotten about his pistol and when it hit the floor, it thudded loudly and made them both freeze and pull back from each other.
They panted from their frenzied and heated activities and they stared at one another and it finally snowballed what they were about to do. He took in her topless form in the soft candlelight and marvelled at her beauty. And she, in turn, did the same and with his shirt partially undone, her eyes rested on the bit of his chest that she could see. Then her eyes raised to his and their gazes locked and they both gave a sideways glance to the bed in the corner of his cabin, not ten feet from them...what if...they partook completely of the forbidden fruit?
What if...they took this one step further?
barbossamonkey...I fear yer goin' to want to keelhaul me for this (or worse *gulp*)...I left ye hangin'...again... *runs and hides behind Barbossa*
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Title: One Step Further
Author:
vseverinsevier
Pairing: B/E
Rating: R to mild NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing...'cept maybe this rather sad looking house plant sittin' on me desk.
Author's Note: Heh heh. I have the next part in my What If Drabble series for you all. It's partly from Elizabeth's point of view and then it went off on its own and there was little I could from stopping it from going where it went. I hope you all like it and
barbossamonkey, I hope this is delicious enough for ye!
Now, I proudly present to ye...One Step Further...
One Step Further
She didn't know how long they'd kissed and she didn't care. With Will acting the way he was over the debacle with Jack, she hadn't felt wanted or desired in any way and she'd wanted to feel...something...anything. And here...now...in the arms of this pirate captain, this pirate lord...she was overwhelmed with feeling. Oh, how overwhelmed was she! His lips were soft yet demanding, his beard rough against her skin, his arms like vices around her.
Her heart was racing and she felt such heat in her belly. God...Will's kisses never did this to her! Hell, even the kiss she'd shared with Jack hadn't been anything like this! And the funny thing was that the kiss hadn't even progressed any farther than intense, closed mouth kisses!
Suddenly, his arms loosened around her and he took a minute step backwards, withdrawing from her so that his face was an inch or two from her own. She didn't open her eyes and she felt his warm moist breath caress her lips as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Lazily she opened her eyes and looked up into his and slight hesitation in those icy depths. She willed her great desire to show in her eyes and she tilted her head up to kiss him and he met her halfway.
His left arm wrapped around her lower back and held her to him while his right hand slid up her back and tangled itself in her hair at the nape of her neck. One of her hands clutched a handful of the front of his coat while the other had a deathgrip on his shoulder. His mouth opened over hers and his tongue gently traced the seam of her lips, begging for entrance and she more than happily obliged. His tongue met hers and their kiss became the epitome of 'passionate', his tongue dueling with hers and exploring her mouth ravenously.
Again, she strayed out of thought and time. The only thing she was aware of was his body against hers...his lips against hers...his arms around her...and then he was gone.
He tore himself away from her and stepped back a few feet, just staring at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly from their passion. Her own chest heaved as she tried to get oxygen to her deprived brain and she suddenly became very aware of his absence. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong but was quickly cut off by him suddenly striding over to her and heaving her into his arms and over his shoulder. She made several small noises of protestation as he turned and mounted the steps to the main deck and swiftly entered his cabin.
He set her down gently after shutting and locking the door and she spluttered for a moment at the indignity of being carried in such a way, but he just gave her one of his suave smiles and she fell silent.
He stepped closer to her, still smiling and raised his hand, gently brushing the back of his knuckles against her soft skin before cupping her cheek. His head slowly descended and their lips met softly, almost tenderly. His other hand came to rest lightly on her waist and she slid her hands up his chest, one hand holding onto his shoulder. Their eyes closed, their lips brushed against one another multiple times before he finally covered her mouth with his, once again plundering her mouth and triggering a sudden, urgent need for their skin to be touching in the most intimate ways imaginable.
She ripped his hat off his head and flung it onto the table and he growled deep in his throat before attacking her shirt, deftly undoing the ties that held it together and he pushed it off her shoulders. The kiss broke as she struggled with his baldric and he helped her get over his head and it fell to the floor. As he yanked off his coat, he captured her mouth again and didn't break it as his coat came off and then his waistcoat. He grabbed her waist and held her to him as she clawed at her belt and struggled to undo it. It finally acquiesced and it also fell to the floor but they'd forgotten about his pistol and when it hit the floor, it thudded loudly and made them both freeze and pull back from each other.
They panted from their frenzied and heated activities and they stared at one another and it finally snowballed what they were about to do. He took in her topless form in the soft candlelight and marvelled at her beauty. And she, in turn, did the same and with his shirt partially undone, her eyes rested on the bit of his chest that she could see. Then her eyes raised to his and their gazes locked and they both gave a sideways glance to the bed in the corner of his cabin, not ten feet from them...what if...they partook completely of the forbidden fruit?
What if...they took this one step further?
barbossamonkey...I fear yer goin' to want to keelhaul me for this (or worse *gulp*)...I left ye hangin'...again... *runs and hides behind Barbossa*
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