FIC: All Your Nights Belong to Me
Title: All Your Nights Belong to Me
Style: Prose
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG - 13
Length: Drabble
Pairings: Beckington
Warnings: AU, AWE, Slash, Unanswered Questions, etc…
Authoress: LJ -
cassiopaya, GJ - smw006
Characters: James Norrington and Cutler Beckett with a supporting cast.
Word Count: 215
Summary: James Norrington is given a choice: he can serve Lord Beckett during the day or he can serve him at night.
Notes: The first part of the first night, or Part 6.
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That night Admiral Norrington ate at Lord Beckett’s table; not in the dinning room but in Beckett’s private quarters. Cutler insisted on a cessation of formalities. They supped on nothing but oysters and shrimp in the raw. Instead of wine, licorice tea was served with the meal. It was quite possibly the worst combination of tastes James had ever experienced, but he understood the aphrodisiacal implications of each item; trust Cutler Beckett not to opt for something so pedestrian as champaign and strawberries.
There was something wrong, however, for James felt the room grow hot and stuffy. The French doors were slung wide open and a breeze played with the gossamer curtains. Norrington felt dizzy as Cutler Beckett smiled at him from across the table.
“Are you quite finished, James?”
Norrington tried to respond, but his mouth was too dry to form words and he downed the rest of his tea sloppily with clumsy hands.
“Yes, I believe you are.”
Cutler rose and came to stand before James, he offered his hand palm up to the new Admiral as though he were his Lady to be escorted to the wedding chambers. After some hesitation, he clasped his hand upon the Lord’s and drew himself up unsteadily from the chair. Beckett smiled.
“Come.”
And Norrington did.
Style: Prose
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG - 13
Length: Drabble
Pairings: Beckington
Warnings: AU, AWE, Slash, Unanswered Questions, etc…
Authoress: LJ -
cassiopaya, GJ - smw006
Characters: James Norrington and Cutler Beckett with a supporting cast.
Word Count: 215
Summary: James Norrington is given a choice: he can serve Lord Beckett during the day or he can serve him at night.
Notes: The first part of the first night, or Part 6.
***
That night Admiral Norrington ate at Lord Beckett’s table; not in the dinning room but in Beckett’s private quarters. Cutler insisted on a cessation of formalities. They supped on nothing but oysters and shrimp in the raw. Instead of wine, licorice tea was served with the meal. It was quite possibly the worst combination of tastes James had ever experienced, but he understood the aphrodisiacal implications of each item; trust Cutler Beckett not to opt for something so pedestrian as champaign and strawberries.
There was something wrong, however, for James felt the room grow hot and stuffy. The French doors were slung wide open and a breeze played with the gossamer curtains. Norrington felt dizzy as Cutler Beckett smiled at him from across the table.
“Are you quite finished, James?”
Norrington tried to respond, but his mouth was too dry to form words and he downed the rest of his tea sloppily with clumsy hands.
“Yes, I believe you are.”
Cutler rose and came to stand before James, he offered his hand palm up to the new Admiral as though he were his Lady to be escorted to the wedding chambers. After some hesitation, he clasped his hand upon the Lord’s and drew himself up unsteadily from the chair. Beckett smiled.
“Come.”
And Norrington did.