A Lady For His Lordship: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Entertainment and Play
Characters: Lord Beckett, Mercer, Elizabeth and Will
Pairing: Elizabeth/Beckett
Rating: PG 13, next chapter might be an M or higher so you have been forewarned...
Warnings: Some smooching and sexual descriptions
Word Count: 2, 354
Chapter Summary: Will and Elizabeth share some final moments together and our cruel lord find’s this rather entertaining. Elizabeth begins to play her little game...
Lord Beckett couldn’t take his eyes of his latest prize and fine possession. Elizabeth. He recalled all the times he had seen her and what those times had in common. He noticed that every time he’d spoken to her, she had been persistent on her rudeness. He figured that she would have much to learn before she would become his Lady Beckett. He observed the creature that she was; untamed. She wasn’t like most of the women that he’d met. Most women would do as they were told with no questions asked, Elizabeth however was very different, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to a man and stand up for her opinions. Why would she do such a thing? It was as simple as the fact that she liked having her voice heard and most of the time it didn’t go ignored. Things are going to become quite a shock to her when she realizes that he won’t listen to her little opinions. He wouldn’t tell her this of course. Instead he would make sure that she’d regret it. This would provide him with a great deal of entertainment.
“Have you never seen a woman before or something?’’ Elizabeth asked with all her rudeness, interrupting his train of thought. The fact was that he’d been staring at her the whole time.
“No. I have seen women before. Those women knew there place. Unlike you,’’ He spoke with his eyes still upon her. She was standing arms crossed with a look of annoyance about her.
“If we were all the same life would be rather boring wouldn’t it?’’ She said knowing that what she was saying was true. She also knew what he was trying to get through to her; her attitude problem. The attitude she played upon him was her pure hatred. She couldn’t resist but to do it for annoyance towards him, it was her entertainment.
“You make a point. Though, I’m suggesting that your attitude needs an adjustment to my liking,’’ He said then began moving over to her, slowly.
She wasn’t sure what to say next. She unfolded her arms. Her arms now rested beside her in a relaxed way. Beckett walked over to her left side; she had her eyes following him till she would have to turn her head to see. He disappeared behind her. She moved her sight range over to her right. He had circled her to end up in her sight once again. He stopped in front of her. Eyes met with the words ‘war declaration’ hanging above them. Her arms and hands once relaxed, now found themselves tensed. She was clearly in an uncomfortable situation. He on the other hand was relaxed, very relaxed; too relaxed for Elizabeth liking.
He grabbed her wrists with his hands. He pulled her close to him quickly. She looked up at him. She was sure on what he was going to do to her next. She tried to escape from his grip but as she tried he only tightened his grip on her, it hurt. Her head now lay at his chest as he was the one to place it so. He whispers into her ear “Don’t struggle. Do as you’re told, no questions and I won’t hurt you as often. Behave, fix your attitude otherwise you’re only going to make this harder for yourself,’’ She whimpers her response “Hurt me as often?’’
He pushes her away with the grip he has on her wrists. Still holding her wrists he says narrowing his eyes upon her “I have already warned you. No questions and especially stupid ones as such. Consider that your final warning,’’ he lets her wrists fall beside her. Something about what he was saying really spooked her and it took a fair bit to spook Elizabeth Swann. She had seen immortal, supernatural so why was she scared of him?
She was more confused than ever now. When he was pulling her close she thought that he was doing so to kiss her, not to tell her something like that. Then again who would want to kiss her in the state she was in? She looked filthy and smelt like sea water.
Elizabeth opened her mouth but no words came. She closed her mouth when she heard footsteps coming from outside in the hall way. She was immediate to jump to the conclusion that it was Mercer returning with Will. When she turned to the door to see Mercer and Will enter, not only had this confirmed her assumption but this also made her heart leap with joy.
“Elizabeth.” Will said with a soft tone in a slight whisper. She took in the sight of his soft eyes. Her heart was now pounding with excitement. Elizabeth moved over towards him with a rapid pace. She placed her arms around him, lent her head upwards and kissed him under his jaw line; she had released her excitement on him with her kiss. Beckett watched his untamed beast in this scene, he was observing her in her natural lovingness towards Will, he seen how tame she became when in Will’s arms. Beckett released now that he wanted her lips on himself in the near future more than ever. The near future wasn’t nearing fast enough.
Beckett motioned Mercer to release Mr. Turner from his irons. Mercer did as commanded and removed the irons then stood in the corner waiting for his next instruction. Will moved his free arms around Elizabeth and stroked her, holding her tight against him. Elizabeth couldn’t resist the temptation much longer. Their lips met again. As quick as they met, they found themselves parted. He would kiss her in any; way, shape or form. He loved her. He was the only one besides Jack who would want to kiss her in this state. Jack… because he’d probably kiss anything.
This wasn’t love for Elizabeth. This was her saying goodbye
Beckett moved over to Mercer in the corner and asked him to wait outside till he would ask for the return of Will to his cell. After Mercer took his place outside Beckett took his own place behind the desk and once again he began to observe his prize. “Tell him the news. I’m not going to give you forever.’’ Beckett said toying with the lace at his sleeves in a manner of all arrogance, usual form in other means.
Elizabeth stepped back a few steps from Will and turned to face the wall. She was hiding her facial expression - the expression of sadness. She held back the tears and took up some courage and turned around to face Will. She saw that Will looked very confused. “What news, Elizabeth?’’ he asked with his eyes meting hers slightly.
She moves one arm across her torso and with that arm she holds the other on her side. She breaks the eye contact and looks to the floor boards. “I’m so sorry Will. Beckett made me an offer, and I have accepted it in order to see you this…final time. I wanted to see you and apologize for everything that I have ever done, in doing so I am to marry Beckett tomorrow. I’m sorry,’’ she tightened her grip on her arm. Her courage had failed her and she began to feel tears run down her face.
Will was slow to take in the moment. He looked to Beckett with anger, and then turned to Elizabeth who now had her tears hitting the floor boards. He took her shoulders. She looked up slowly. He told her in a soft tone “There is no need for your apology. You go ahead and marry Beckett, live Elizabeth; you’re not fit for death for many years to come. You wouldn’t and don’t deserve the noose. It’s my fault that all this happened and I should be the one to say sorry. I’m sorry for dragging you into piracy and all this mess with Jack.’’ he said this slowly and whipping away her tears with his thumbs.
Beckett looked on at the scene. He noted how gentle he was with her; he also noted that being harsh would be an easy way to break her and her attitude problem or any other problem at that.
Elizabeth let out a whimpering cry and forced herself to Will’s chest like paper and glue. Will stroked her hair, and though this was a little difficult due to the tangles, he kept doing so as it was comforting her. He slowly rocked her like a baby and told her “I love you so much Elizabeth. Even now that you have to live with Beckett for the rest of your life, I still love you and I don’t want you to ever forget that. I have done everything that I can to save you from death, now it’s your turn to prevent your death on your own, you made the right decision.’’
Over behind his desk Beckett quietly repeated a part of what he had heard Will say “Even now that you have to live with Beckett,’’ he then quietly added a short laugh then even quieter said to himself “The man most certainly knows that I’m going to hurt his dearest sooner or later.’’
The couple didn’t hear a word of what Beckett was saying to himself, it was as if they were in a world on their own. “Oh Will, that’s so sweet of-of you, and it’s not entirely your fault.’’ she barely managed to say without a sob as she looked up. Her watery eyes met his soft ones. She raised her arms to cup his face with a gentle embrace; she leant forward and kissed him deeply. They both wanted their kiss to last for eternity but sadly they couldn’t hold their breath for that long. They came up for air and released the hold they had on one another.
Beckett rose from his chair and stood in front of it. He clapped his hands together three times, and received immediate looks from Will and Elizabeth. “That was slightly more entertaining then what I thought it would be, bravo,’’ he said still clapping his hands with long gaps between each clap.
“Argh! You’re sick, real sick!’’ Elizabeth said wiping away some of her tears. Will didn’t say anything; he just stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders giving Beckett a venomous glare from over her.
“Hmm is that the best that you can do? Though, once again I am entertained. I also think your time is up here Mr. Turner.’’
Will turned Elizabeth around and gave her one last, long and loving kiss. She felt loved to limit and she moaned to let him know this. She had been kissed by him before a great deal of times, this time was different, this time was to be there last passionate moment, this time she felt that passion release its self from her body with something she had never felt it do before; it wanted more. More of which she could not have. For the first time with Will she finally felt lust, it had never been inside her with such strong intensions before, she had always kept it down to prevent her from losing her virginity too early. The lust was her friend and yet it was her enemy. It tortured her at the time that was most hard for her. She didn’t want lust to happen ever again, something so good and yet so evil was taken from her at that final kiss. It wasn’t the only thing to be taken from her; she wanted Will to kiss her forever so he wouldn’t have to go.
Elizabeth stood frozen when Will slowly parted from her mouth. Beckett called for Mercer to take Will back to his cell. She watched Will, taking in all the details that made Will who he was, thing’s like his personality and voice, she took in every little detail such as colour of his eyes and hair even the way he smelt and smiled. Smiled, he smiled at her? “Goodbye, Elizabeth’’ Will said as Mercer placed him back in irons. Her courage failed her again and tears starting balling from her eyes like there was no tomorrow “G-Goodbye Will…and I won’t forget you, I won’t forget you!’’ it was an upset plea, one last plea for Will. Elizabeth fell to her knees on the floor and wept.
“Get up and stop sobbing, you’ll ruin the polish.’’ he said giving her gentle nudge with his boot meeting one of her legs.
She stood and wiped her eyes so that she could see. “It’s only polish, it’s easily replaced, Will isn’t like polish he is irreplaceable.’’
He didn’t say anything instead he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him. “So maybe you should be the one to replace it?’’ he asked raising his voice.
“No, no, I-I can stop crying now.’’ she was now scared and upset; the last thing she needed to do was polish a floor. She wiped away some more tears and fought to keep anymore from coming.
“Good. Now to fix you up and make you look presentable. Tonight you’re dining with me and regardless to any protests. Am I making myself clear Miss Swann?’’ he wasn’t really asking, it may as well have been a rhetorical question.
“Yes.’’ she nodded.
“One more thing before we go. You’re to call me ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’ when you’re asked to answer a question or when you speak to me.’’ he said with all arrogance and demand bundled into his tone at once.
She had always hated the way she had to call someone ‘sir’ and now she had to call Lord Beckett ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’, it was horrible. It sounded awful in her mind. She would have to do as told but the way she did such wasn’t mentioned was it? Elizabeth smirked and opened her mouth wide and spoke “Yes my lord,’’ in a way of mockery. She could now play her little game but he could also play his.
Characters: Lord Beckett, Mercer, Elizabeth and Will
Pairing: Elizabeth/Beckett
Rating: PG 13, next chapter might be an M or higher so you have been forewarned...
Warnings: Some smooching and sexual descriptions
Word Count: 2, 354
Chapter Summary: Will and Elizabeth share some final moments together and our cruel lord find’s this rather entertaining. Elizabeth begins to play her little game...
Lord Beckett couldn’t take his eyes of his latest prize and fine possession. Elizabeth. He recalled all the times he had seen her and what those times had in common. He noticed that every time he’d spoken to her, she had been persistent on her rudeness. He figured that she would have much to learn before she would become his Lady Beckett. He observed the creature that she was; untamed. She wasn’t like most of the women that he’d met. Most women would do as they were told with no questions asked, Elizabeth however was very different, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to a man and stand up for her opinions. Why would she do such a thing? It was as simple as the fact that she liked having her voice heard and most of the time it didn’t go ignored. Things are going to become quite a shock to her when she realizes that he won’t listen to her little opinions. He wouldn’t tell her this of course. Instead he would make sure that she’d regret it. This would provide him with a great deal of entertainment.
“Have you never seen a woman before or something?’’ Elizabeth asked with all her rudeness, interrupting his train of thought. The fact was that he’d been staring at her the whole time.
“No. I have seen women before. Those women knew there place. Unlike you,’’ He spoke with his eyes still upon her. She was standing arms crossed with a look of annoyance about her.
“If we were all the same life would be rather boring wouldn’t it?’’ She said knowing that what she was saying was true. She also knew what he was trying to get through to her; her attitude problem. The attitude she played upon him was her pure hatred. She couldn’t resist but to do it for annoyance towards him, it was her entertainment.
“You make a point. Though, I’m suggesting that your attitude needs an adjustment to my liking,’’ He said then began moving over to her, slowly.
She wasn’t sure what to say next. She unfolded her arms. Her arms now rested beside her in a relaxed way. Beckett walked over to her left side; she had her eyes following him till she would have to turn her head to see. He disappeared behind her. She moved her sight range over to her right. He had circled her to end up in her sight once again. He stopped in front of her. Eyes met with the words ‘war declaration’ hanging above them. Her arms and hands once relaxed, now found themselves tensed. She was clearly in an uncomfortable situation. He on the other hand was relaxed, very relaxed; too relaxed for Elizabeth liking.
He grabbed her wrists with his hands. He pulled her close to him quickly. She looked up at him. She was sure on what he was going to do to her next. She tried to escape from his grip but as she tried he only tightened his grip on her, it hurt. Her head now lay at his chest as he was the one to place it so. He whispers into her ear “Don’t struggle. Do as you’re told, no questions and I won’t hurt you as often. Behave, fix your attitude otherwise you’re only going to make this harder for yourself,’’ She whimpers her response “Hurt me as often?’’
He pushes her away with the grip he has on her wrists. Still holding her wrists he says narrowing his eyes upon her “I have already warned you. No questions and especially stupid ones as such. Consider that your final warning,’’ he lets her wrists fall beside her. Something about what he was saying really spooked her and it took a fair bit to spook Elizabeth Swann. She had seen immortal, supernatural so why was she scared of him?
She was more confused than ever now. When he was pulling her close she thought that he was doing so to kiss her, not to tell her something like that. Then again who would want to kiss her in the state she was in? She looked filthy and smelt like sea water.
Elizabeth opened her mouth but no words came. She closed her mouth when she heard footsteps coming from outside in the hall way. She was immediate to jump to the conclusion that it was Mercer returning with Will. When she turned to the door to see Mercer and Will enter, not only had this confirmed her assumption but this also made her heart leap with joy.
“Elizabeth.” Will said with a soft tone in a slight whisper. She took in the sight of his soft eyes. Her heart was now pounding with excitement. Elizabeth moved over towards him with a rapid pace. She placed her arms around him, lent her head upwards and kissed him under his jaw line; she had released her excitement on him with her kiss. Beckett watched his untamed beast in this scene, he was observing her in her natural lovingness towards Will, he seen how tame she became when in Will’s arms. Beckett released now that he wanted her lips on himself in the near future more than ever. The near future wasn’t nearing fast enough.
Beckett motioned Mercer to release Mr. Turner from his irons. Mercer did as commanded and removed the irons then stood in the corner waiting for his next instruction. Will moved his free arms around Elizabeth and stroked her, holding her tight against him. Elizabeth couldn’t resist the temptation much longer. Their lips met again. As quick as they met, they found themselves parted. He would kiss her in any; way, shape or form. He loved her. He was the only one besides Jack who would want to kiss her in this state. Jack… because he’d probably kiss anything.
This wasn’t love for Elizabeth. This was her saying goodbye
Beckett moved over to Mercer in the corner and asked him to wait outside till he would ask for the return of Will to his cell. After Mercer took his place outside Beckett took his own place behind the desk and once again he began to observe his prize. “Tell him the news. I’m not going to give you forever.’’ Beckett said toying with the lace at his sleeves in a manner of all arrogance, usual form in other means.
Elizabeth stepped back a few steps from Will and turned to face the wall. She was hiding her facial expression - the expression of sadness. She held back the tears and took up some courage and turned around to face Will. She saw that Will looked very confused. “What news, Elizabeth?’’ he asked with his eyes meting hers slightly.
She moves one arm across her torso and with that arm she holds the other on her side. She breaks the eye contact and looks to the floor boards. “I’m so sorry Will. Beckett made me an offer, and I have accepted it in order to see you this…final time. I wanted to see you and apologize for everything that I have ever done, in doing so I am to marry Beckett tomorrow. I’m sorry,’’ she tightened her grip on her arm. Her courage had failed her and she began to feel tears run down her face.
Will was slow to take in the moment. He looked to Beckett with anger, and then turned to Elizabeth who now had her tears hitting the floor boards. He took her shoulders. She looked up slowly. He told her in a soft tone “There is no need for your apology. You go ahead and marry Beckett, live Elizabeth; you’re not fit for death for many years to come. You wouldn’t and don’t deserve the noose. It’s my fault that all this happened and I should be the one to say sorry. I’m sorry for dragging you into piracy and all this mess with Jack.’’ he said this slowly and whipping away her tears with his thumbs.
Beckett looked on at the scene. He noted how gentle he was with her; he also noted that being harsh would be an easy way to break her and her attitude problem or any other problem at that.
Elizabeth let out a whimpering cry and forced herself to Will’s chest like paper and glue. Will stroked her hair, and though this was a little difficult due to the tangles, he kept doing so as it was comforting her. He slowly rocked her like a baby and told her “I love you so much Elizabeth. Even now that you have to live with Beckett for the rest of your life, I still love you and I don’t want you to ever forget that. I have done everything that I can to save you from death, now it’s your turn to prevent your death on your own, you made the right decision.’’
Over behind his desk Beckett quietly repeated a part of what he had heard Will say “Even now that you have to live with Beckett,’’ he then quietly added a short laugh then even quieter said to himself “The man most certainly knows that I’m going to hurt his dearest sooner or later.’’
The couple didn’t hear a word of what Beckett was saying to himself, it was as if they were in a world on their own. “Oh Will, that’s so sweet of-of you, and it’s not entirely your fault.’’ she barely managed to say without a sob as she looked up. Her watery eyes met his soft ones. She raised her arms to cup his face with a gentle embrace; she leant forward and kissed him deeply. They both wanted their kiss to last for eternity but sadly they couldn’t hold their breath for that long. They came up for air and released the hold they had on one another.
Beckett rose from his chair and stood in front of it. He clapped his hands together three times, and received immediate looks from Will and Elizabeth. “That was slightly more entertaining then what I thought it would be, bravo,’’ he said still clapping his hands with long gaps between each clap.
“Argh! You’re sick, real sick!’’ Elizabeth said wiping away some of her tears. Will didn’t say anything; he just stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders giving Beckett a venomous glare from over her.
“Hmm is that the best that you can do? Though, once again I am entertained. I also think your time is up here Mr. Turner.’’
Will turned Elizabeth around and gave her one last, long and loving kiss. She felt loved to limit and she moaned to let him know this. She had been kissed by him before a great deal of times, this time was different, this time was to be there last passionate moment, this time she felt that passion release its self from her body with something she had never felt it do before; it wanted more. More of which she could not have. For the first time with Will she finally felt lust, it had never been inside her with such strong intensions before, she had always kept it down to prevent her from losing her virginity too early. The lust was her friend and yet it was her enemy. It tortured her at the time that was most hard for her. She didn’t want lust to happen ever again, something so good and yet so evil was taken from her at that final kiss. It wasn’t the only thing to be taken from her; she wanted Will to kiss her forever so he wouldn’t have to go.
Elizabeth stood frozen when Will slowly parted from her mouth. Beckett called for Mercer to take Will back to his cell. She watched Will, taking in all the details that made Will who he was, thing’s like his personality and voice, she took in every little detail such as colour of his eyes and hair even the way he smelt and smiled. Smiled, he smiled at her? “Goodbye, Elizabeth’’ Will said as Mercer placed him back in irons. Her courage failed her again and tears starting balling from her eyes like there was no tomorrow “G-Goodbye Will…and I won’t forget you, I won’t forget you!’’ it was an upset plea, one last plea for Will. Elizabeth fell to her knees on the floor and wept.
“Get up and stop sobbing, you’ll ruin the polish.’’ he said giving her gentle nudge with his boot meeting one of her legs.
She stood and wiped her eyes so that she could see. “It’s only polish, it’s easily replaced, Will isn’t like polish he is irreplaceable.’’
He didn’t say anything instead he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him. “So maybe you should be the one to replace it?’’ he asked raising his voice.
“No, no, I-I can stop crying now.’’ she was now scared and upset; the last thing she needed to do was polish a floor. She wiped away some more tears and fought to keep anymore from coming.
“Good. Now to fix you up and make you look presentable. Tonight you’re dining with me and regardless to any protests. Am I making myself clear Miss Swann?’’ he wasn’t really asking, it may as well have been a rhetorical question.
“Yes.’’ she nodded.
“One more thing before we go. You’re to call me ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’ when you’re asked to answer a question or when you speak to me.’’ he said with all arrogance and demand bundled into his tone at once.
She had always hated the way she had to call someone ‘sir’ and now she had to call Lord Beckett ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’, it was horrible. It sounded awful in her mind. She would have to do as told but the way she did such wasn’t mentioned was it? Elizabeth smirked and opened her mouth wide and spoke “Yes my lord,’’ in a way of mockery. She could now play her little game but he could also play his.