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: 222
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 day after the first night, part 8.
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Norrington was woken before dawn by Mercer fisting his hair; the first thing he did was vomit into the chamber pot held under his face. James moaned in pain when he could catch his breath, he felt miserable.
But Mercer was drawing him up and pressing a cup of water to his lips to rinse out the horrid taste. When Norrington spit out the water into the chamber pot the clerical assassin forced him to stand and washed him between his legs with a lukewarm cloth.
“Mr. Mercer! I must protest!”
“There, there, Admiral. Orders from Lord Beckett, else you’d be a slug-a-bed all day long.”
James clamped his mouth shut and endured the tender mercies of Lord Beckett’s hospitality. He was helped into his new dress uniform and Mercer made a surprisingly good valet, though Norrington insisted on tying his own cravat. For breakfast he was served strong black tea and dry toast; Norrington was content to nibble on a piece of toast while he had several cups of tea.
Later that day among all the pomp and circumstance - when the sunlight was piercing his eyes and he felt weak as a kitten and looked as pale as milk - the crowd would think that the new Admiral had over indulged the night before in celebration of his new rank.
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: 222
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 day after the first night, part 8.
***
Norrington was woken before dawn by Mercer fisting his hair; the first thing he did was vomit into the chamber pot held under his face. James moaned in pain when he could catch his breath, he felt miserable.
But Mercer was drawing him up and pressing a cup of water to his lips to rinse out the horrid taste. When Norrington spit out the water into the chamber pot the clerical assassin forced him to stand and washed him between his legs with a lukewarm cloth.
“Mr. Mercer! I must protest!”
“There, there, Admiral. Orders from Lord Beckett, else you’d be a slug-a-bed all day long.”
James clamped his mouth shut and endured the tender mercies of Lord Beckett’s hospitality. He was helped into his new dress uniform and Mercer made a surprisingly good valet, though Norrington insisted on tying his own cravat. For breakfast he was served strong black tea and dry toast; Norrington was content to nibble on a piece of toast while he had several cups of tea.
Later that day among all the pomp and circumstance - when the sunlight was piercing his eyes and he felt weak as a kitten and looked as pale as milk - the crowd would think that the new Admiral had over indulged the night before in celebration of his new rank.