Lovers 100 : In My Arms
Title: In My Arms
Summery: My attempt at a good-relationship Belle. At the moment, ‘attempt’ is kind of the operative word… not sure why, but I’m not entirely happy with it. I’m stuck as to how to fix it.
Prompt: 090. Afterglow
Pairing: Belle (Gillette/Beckett)
Genre: POTC
Rating: G
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
“Sleep.” The voice was soft and gentle in his ear, warm breath soothing against his skin.
A soft contented sigh escaped past Andrew’s slightly parted lips and he began to relax completely, body seeming to melt into his lover’s arms.
“Cutler…” He murmured, closing his eyes.
“Yes, my sweet?” Dark curls fell forward, across cheeks tinted with dimming heat.
Andrew laid his hand across Cutler’s, as it rested lightly across his chest.
Cutler pressed a small kiss to his temple with tender care. He tightened his arms around him, holding him close.
Andrew sighed again, mumbling incoherent and jumbled sounds as he often did when falling asleep.
Cutler smiled. He laid his head down on the pillow. He lay awake and still, listening to the slow, steady sound of his young lover’s breathing.
It would not be long and Andrew would return to sea, again. He didn’t know what port awaited him, but it was rumored that within the coming year Port Royal was to be retaken and a fort established there. The governor had essentially already been chosen, as had the men to do it.
They said that Norrington was to be one of them. Naturally so; he was a promising young talent, a skilled sailor.
Cutler’s arms tightened again around Andrew.
Wherever James went, Andrew was sure to follow.
The Caribbean was indeed far from the homeport of England. The trading business was still only in its beginnings, though looking very promising. Eventually it could take him there, but nothing was certain.
Still, he knew Andrew could be happy there. Once he was acclimated, anyhow, especially if he were with his friends. Indeed, where James Norrington was, Andrew Gillette never seemed to leave his side, and never before had there been anything able to stop Theodore Groves from keeping nearby. It was a rare thing, one to have such friendships as deep as theirs ran, and secondly to have been able to remain in each other’s company for so many years. Cutler supposed it was because they worked well together. James was a fine leader, Andrew always quick to assist or take charge when needed, and Theodore was the one who could fill in any gaps left. All were fiercely loyal to each other.
Yet the future was uncertain. There were many things hidden in fate’s hand, and the wind ever quick to change her loyalties.
Andrew shifted against him, feeling his tenseness. He sighed, but didn’t awaken.
Yes, there was no telling what would come next, but right now was there, to be had.
Cutler fell asleep with Andrew in his arms, red hair soft and glinting against the pillow and his pale skin.
Summery: My attempt at a good-relationship Belle. At the moment, ‘attempt’ is kind of the operative word… not sure why, but I’m not entirely happy with it. I’m stuck as to how to fix it.
Prompt: 090. Afterglow
Pairing: Belle (Gillette/Beckett)
Genre: POTC
Rating: G
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
“Sleep.” The voice was soft and gentle in his ear, warm breath soothing against his skin.
A soft contented sigh escaped past Andrew’s slightly parted lips and he began to relax completely, body seeming to melt into his lover’s arms.
“Cutler…” He murmured, closing his eyes.
“Yes, my sweet?” Dark curls fell forward, across cheeks tinted with dimming heat.
Andrew laid his hand across Cutler’s, as it rested lightly across his chest.
Cutler pressed a small kiss to his temple with tender care. He tightened his arms around him, holding him close.
Andrew sighed again, mumbling incoherent and jumbled sounds as he often did when falling asleep.
Cutler smiled. He laid his head down on the pillow. He lay awake and still, listening to the slow, steady sound of his young lover’s breathing.
It would not be long and Andrew would return to sea, again. He didn’t know what port awaited him, but it was rumored that within the coming year Port Royal was to be retaken and a fort established there. The governor had essentially already been chosen, as had the men to do it.
They said that Norrington was to be one of them. Naturally so; he was a promising young talent, a skilled sailor.
Cutler’s arms tightened again around Andrew.
Wherever James went, Andrew was sure to follow.
The Caribbean was indeed far from the homeport of England. The trading business was still only in its beginnings, though looking very promising. Eventually it could take him there, but nothing was certain.
Still, he knew Andrew could be happy there. Once he was acclimated, anyhow, especially if he were with his friends. Indeed, where James Norrington was, Andrew Gillette never seemed to leave his side, and never before had there been anything able to stop Theodore Groves from keeping nearby. It was a rare thing, one to have such friendships as deep as theirs ran, and secondly to have been able to remain in each other’s company for so many years. Cutler supposed it was because they worked well together. James was a fine leader, Andrew always quick to assist or take charge when needed, and Theodore was the one who could fill in any gaps left. All were fiercely loyal to each other.
Yet the future was uncertain. There were many things hidden in fate’s hand, and the wind ever quick to change her loyalties.
Andrew shifted against him, feeling his tenseness. He sighed, but didn’t awaken.
Yes, there was no telling what would come next, but right now was there, to be had.
Cutler fell asleep with Andrew in his arms, red hair soft and glinting against the pillow and his pale skin.