so I'm new, and I decided to finally write something!
Title: Rain
Chapter: 1/1
Characters/Pairings: James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann (norribeth)
Spoilers/Warnings: there aren't really any spoilers, possibly vague hints to DMC, but that's pretty much it. rated PG-13 for adult concepts.
Summary: James and Elizabeth are in fact married, but just as soon as their life together begins, duty calls the Commodore away from his marriage.
Disclaimer: All concepts, characters, plot lines, and etc. all belong to Disney!
Author's Note: hello out there! I am new, and I have never written a fanfic before, so please don't be too harsh. I'm just a huge sucker for norribeth, and I wrote this...and finally had the guts to put it up here. (:
ps. sorry for any historical inaccuracies! or if something just doesn't make any sense..
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It has only been three weeks since we were married, and here he is, going out to sea again. Granted, it is not his choice, and for once he actually does not want to leave. I cannot say that I am surprised, because I did know that this would happen soon enough. Honeymoons are not meant to last forever. Although I cannot deny that I had secretly hoped ours would have.
I promised myself I would not cry. I am not the type of woman who becomes hysterical over every little thing, but my husband is leaving me. This is not just any small voyage; He is going out to fight pirates off the coast of Tripoli, to “rid our world of the vile and dissolute creatures”, as he calls them. This is dangerous, I know this, and I cannot go with him. I want to, but he would never allow it. I’m not ready to let him go just yet.
I refuse to let James see me cry, I know that seeing me upset will only make him worry, more than usual. I also know that I must refrain from losing control of my emotions, Lord only knows what would happen if I became hysterical in front of him.
As of now, I have done remarkably well. On occasion when the troublesome thought of my husband going off to battle merciless pirates and leaving me behind enters my mind, I momentarily lose control and let myself slip up; but the recovery is always quick, and I do my best to simply brush it aside, not only for my own sake, but for James’ as well.
Now it is getting extremely difficult to ignore the fact that he is leaving, as the worrying has begun to set in. I am lying here, alone in our bed, beckoning sleep to overcome my wandering mind. When I had visited him at the fort earlier this afternoon, he had informed me that he would not be returning home until all preparations for the Dauntless to set sail in the morning were complete. He had told me that he would be home shortly after dinner, and not to wait up for him, but of course, I did. As usual, “shortly after dinner” in James Norrington time simply means shortly after midnight. What on earth was taking him so long?
I hear muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally.
He opens the door very quietly, obviously expecting me to be asleep. He steps in, and turns to close the door behind him slowly. I hear him breathe a long sigh of relief, or exhaustion; possibly both.
“You’re late.” I say.
He lets out a small chuckle under his breath. “My apologies, Mrs. Norrington.” He replies.
Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect? Two can play at this game, James.
“Commodore, if you are ever this late again, I will personally remove you from your office and drag you back home myself.” I say, in the most serious tone I can muster.
He laughs, and the most handsome smile spreads across his face. I love it when he smiles.
I smile back, get up, and walk over to him. I stand up on my toes to reach him, and place a small kiss on his cheek. I beam up at him as he wraps his arms around me.
“I thought I told you not to wait up for me,” he says, as he removes his sword from his side and places it against the wall. “It was not my intention to have you up all night worrying about me.”
I look up at him and quirk an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I was up worrying about you?” I ask sarcastically, and give him a playful poke in the chest. We both know he is right, as usual.
He laughs again, and I lean up and kiss him. I smile up at him, and it dawns on me that he is still standing here in his full uniform. I remove his hat and the infamous white wig that I absolutely despise, and place them both on the desk behind him. He shrugs out of his coat and folds it over the desk chair, and begins unfastening the buttons to his waistcoat. Then off comes the cravat, the shoes, and finally the stockings. I return to the bed and sit down. I watch him.
I watch him stand there in his white breeches and linen shirt, which he decides to pull off his body and switch it out for a clean one once he has discovered a splotch of ink on the sleeve. I can’t help but blush at his perfectly toned muscles from years of hard work out at sea. As I watch him pull a fresh linen shirt over his head, it is then that I realize this is the last time I will get to watch him like this for a long time. I am far too afraid to admit to myself that this could actually be the last time I ever get to watch him like this at all, even though in the back of my mind I am fully aware of the possibility that my husband may never come home to me. My smile fades, and I look at him with watery eyes.
And with that lingering thought, I crack. Suddenly there are tears running down my cheeks, and I begin to sob. James looks up and his brow snaps together in worry. He rushes over to the bed and sits down beside me. I can’t even look at him.
“James, please. Please don’t go…please don’t leave me...” I say between sobs, and he pulls me into an embrace.
“Elizabeth...” he says, and I cry into his shoulder. He holds me closer and tighter to him, and had I not been crying and he not leaving in a matter of hours, this would be bliss. At first he is silent, just there, holding me with strong arms and pressing kisses to my hair. My sobs begin to ebb, and I begin to relax. I look at the giant tear stain and wrinkles that have formed on his shirt, and I suddenly feel guilty for giving in to my emotions. I slowly move to look up at him, and he loosens his grip. I stare into those beautiful green eyes and give him a soft smile.
“I’m sorry James; I just don’t want you to go. I am so afraid of losing you, I don’t think I could bear it if anything happened to you...if…if you...” I begin, but am interrupted by more tears. I look down at my hands.
“Elizabeth,” he says, and cups my face. He wipes away the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “You know that if it were my choice, I would not be going anywhere, especially without you. Everything will be fine. I will be alright. I will return quickly and before you know it, I will be here with you again, home with my beautiful wife. I love you.”
I smile at him, and he leans in and kisses me. “I love you, James.” I say, and take his calloused hand in mine. I trace over the lines in his palm with my fingers and kiss his hand, which I release so I can slink my arms around his neck and kiss him. Fortunately, I end up knocking him over, and he pulls me down on top of him. I yelp in surprise, and smile down at him. He is laughing, and smiling right back at me.
“My, my, Commodore, it would seem as though we are in quite the compromising position.” I say, and lower myself closer to him until our lips are but a breath apart. “How very, very improper.” I say slowly and seductively. He gulps. Oh, I am a tease.
“Indeed.” He says, his voice wavering, and pulls me into a passionate kiss.
…………………………….
I feel him stir beneath me. It must be morning already. I fell asleep resting my head in the crook of his neck with his arms wrapped tightly around me, and it is a relief to wake the same way. He begins to move in order to get up, but I stop him.
“Please, just a few more moments.” I say, and look at him with sad brown eyes. He can never deny me anything, I know this, and today I need to take advantage of it.
He smiles, and then sighs. He lies back against the headboard and looks at me. I kiss him, and smooth my hands over his bare chest. I run my fingers over the many scars, and momentarily stop at the one that sits slightly above his heart, a very long line that stretches across to his shoulder. He was lucky that the pirate only just missed his heart with the blade, and I know that this time he might not be so lucky. I look up at him again, tears in my eyes, and like a mind-reader he says, “I will come home to you, exactly the way I am now. I promise.” I nod, put on a smile, and try to swallow down my emotions. I run my fingers through his brown hair, and brush a few strands from his face. His eyes are a calm sea green, and they are locked in on mine. I kiss him again; on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, and finally his lips. I
want to keep him here like this forever.
“Now,” I say with a sigh, “You should get ready. Can’t keep the Dauntless waiting, can we?” I smile. He smiles back at me, but it is a small fleeting thing. He gets up and walks down the hall to the powder room. I get up and walk over to the bureau and lay out a fresh shirt and breeches for him. He returns shortly with a clean shaven face and freshly washed hair. I walk over to the window; I notice that it is raining, and the sky looks very dismal, although the sun barely even risen yet. They say that it is always a bad omen to sail out in a storm. Chills run down my back, and I wrap his shirt tightly around my body.
I turn back towards him, and he is almost fully dressed. He is buttoning his waistcoat, and I decide to go over and help him. I take over the buttoning, and he fastens his cravat around his neck. I look him over, he looks so handsome. His hair is tied back in a neat and elegant queue with a small black ribbon. He positions the hideous white wig over his beautiful hair and tucks the tail of his queue underneath, and then proceeds to placing his regimental tricorn on top. He refastens his sword back onto his belt and throws on his coat. He is a completely different man than the one I was just laying in bed with, now he is the Commodore once again. He is no longer just James.
“Go on downstairs; you should eat something before you go. I should put on something more appropriate before I join you...” I say. He nods. He turns and leaves, but stops momentarily in the doorway to look back at me. His eyes are dark, but they seem to lighten for a moment. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then closes it after a moment and looks down at the floor.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing, just…” he begins, “…you look beautiful. I want to remember you like this.” He says with a smile. I smile widely. I run over and kiss him.
“I love you. And you are just as handsome, if not more. Now get going, before you are late!” I say. He grins, kisses me on the forehead, and leaves.
I put on a simple dress, a light powder blue with small delicate flowers, and begin to pin up my hair. I glance to the window, it is still raining.
I make my way down the stairs, and notice James picking up his hat and placing it back on his head. This is it, he’s leaving.
I meet him at the bottom of the staircase and take his arm. We walk out the door. He insists that I go no further, because it is raining. I take his hands his mine, and look into his eyes.
“I will miss you. Good luck and be safe. I will have you know that if I find out that any harm has come to you on this voyage, your crew will have one very angry Mrs. Norrington on their hands.” I say, and smile at him. “I love you, James. Come home to me soon.”
He pulls me into an embrace, and my hands are clinging to the lapels of his coat. I bury my nose into his neck. He whispers into my ear, “I love you, Elizabeth.” I close my eyes tightly to refrain from bursting into tears. He pulls away reluctantly, and then kisses me. I manage to croak out a soft, “goodbye” as he turns and walks off of the doorstep and into the rain.
He’s leaving; he’s going out to sea. He won’t be coming home tonight, I will be sleeping alone. There will be no one there to snuggle up against for warmth and comfort. There will be no one there to brush away my tears and tell me they love me. There will be no James.
No.
He is halfway down the drive when I run out into the rain and shout, “James! James!”
He stops dead in his tracks, turns around, and sees me running to him. He rushes over to me, and the next thing I know he is pulling me against him, crushing his lips onto mine. His hand is at the nape of my neck, and mine on his chest. It is pouring rain, and we are both getting soaked, but neither of us shows a care. When he pulls away, I am breathless. He rests his forehead against mine, and says quietly, “I will return to you.”
I say nothing, I am still speechless. I only look into his eyes and nod. He kisses me again, turns, and leaves. He stops at the end of the drive and looks back at me, still standing where he once was. In a moment he is gone, and I lose all control. I run back into the house, close the door behind me, and lean against it. I burst into tears and slide down the frame until I hit the floor. I put my head into my knees and whisper to no one, “I pray you will.”
Chapter: 1/1
Characters/Pairings: James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann (norribeth)
Spoilers/Warnings: there aren't really any spoilers, possibly vague hints to DMC, but that's pretty much it. rated PG-13 for adult concepts.
Summary: James and Elizabeth are in fact married, but just as soon as their life together begins, duty calls the Commodore away from his marriage.
Disclaimer: All concepts, characters, plot lines, and etc. all belong to Disney!
Author's Note: hello out there! I am new, and I have never written a fanfic before, so please don't be too harsh. I'm just a huge sucker for norribeth, and I wrote this...and finally had the guts to put it up here. (:
ps. sorry for any historical inaccuracies! or if something just doesn't make any sense..
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It has only been three weeks since we were married, and here he is, going out to sea again. Granted, it is not his choice, and for once he actually does not want to leave. I cannot say that I am surprised, because I did know that this would happen soon enough. Honeymoons are not meant to last forever. Although I cannot deny that I had secretly hoped ours would have.
I promised myself I would not cry. I am not the type of woman who becomes hysterical over every little thing, but my husband is leaving me. This is not just any small voyage; He is going out to fight pirates off the coast of Tripoli, to “rid our world of the vile and dissolute creatures”, as he calls them. This is dangerous, I know this, and I cannot go with him. I want to, but he would never allow it. I’m not ready to let him go just yet.
I refuse to let James see me cry, I know that seeing me upset will only make him worry, more than usual. I also know that I must refrain from losing control of my emotions, Lord only knows what would happen if I became hysterical in front of him.
As of now, I have done remarkably well. On occasion when the troublesome thought of my husband going off to battle merciless pirates and leaving me behind enters my mind, I momentarily lose control and let myself slip up; but the recovery is always quick, and I do my best to simply brush it aside, not only for my own sake, but for James’ as well.
Now it is getting extremely difficult to ignore the fact that he is leaving, as the worrying has begun to set in. I am lying here, alone in our bed, beckoning sleep to overcome my wandering mind. When I had visited him at the fort earlier this afternoon, he had informed me that he would not be returning home until all preparations for the Dauntless to set sail in the morning were complete. He had told me that he would be home shortly after dinner, and not to wait up for him, but of course, I did. As usual, “shortly after dinner” in James Norrington time simply means shortly after midnight. What on earth was taking him so long?
I hear muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally.
He opens the door very quietly, obviously expecting me to be asleep. He steps in, and turns to close the door behind him slowly. I hear him breathe a long sigh of relief, or exhaustion; possibly both.
“You’re late.” I say.
He lets out a small chuckle under his breath. “My apologies, Mrs. Norrington.” He replies.
Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect? Two can play at this game, James.
“Commodore, if you are ever this late again, I will personally remove you from your office and drag you back home myself.” I say, in the most serious tone I can muster.
He laughs, and the most handsome smile spreads across his face. I love it when he smiles.
I smile back, get up, and walk over to him. I stand up on my toes to reach him, and place a small kiss on his cheek. I beam up at him as he wraps his arms around me.
“I thought I told you not to wait up for me,” he says, as he removes his sword from his side and places it against the wall. “It was not my intention to have you up all night worrying about me.”
I look up at him and quirk an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I was up worrying about you?” I ask sarcastically, and give him a playful poke in the chest. We both know he is right, as usual.
He laughs again, and I lean up and kiss him. I smile up at him, and it dawns on me that he is still standing here in his full uniform. I remove his hat and the infamous white wig that I absolutely despise, and place them both on the desk behind him. He shrugs out of his coat and folds it over the desk chair, and begins unfastening the buttons to his waistcoat. Then off comes the cravat, the shoes, and finally the stockings. I return to the bed and sit down. I watch him.
I watch him stand there in his white breeches and linen shirt, which he decides to pull off his body and switch it out for a clean one once he has discovered a splotch of ink on the sleeve. I can’t help but blush at his perfectly toned muscles from years of hard work out at sea. As I watch him pull a fresh linen shirt over his head, it is then that I realize this is the last time I will get to watch him like this for a long time. I am far too afraid to admit to myself that this could actually be the last time I ever get to watch him like this at all, even though in the back of my mind I am fully aware of the possibility that my husband may never come home to me. My smile fades, and I look at him with watery eyes.
And with that lingering thought, I crack. Suddenly there are tears running down my cheeks, and I begin to sob. James looks up and his brow snaps together in worry. He rushes over to the bed and sits down beside me. I can’t even look at him.
“James, please. Please don’t go…please don’t leave me...” I say between sobs, and he pulls me into an embrace.
“Elizabeth...” he says, and I cry into his shoulder. He holds me closer and tighter to him, and had I not been crying and he not leaving in a matter of hours, this would be bliss. At first he is silent, just there, holding me with strong arms and pressing kisses to my hair. My sobs begin to ebb, and I begin to relax. I look at the giant tear stain and wrinkles that have formed on his shirt, and I suddenly feel guilty for giving in to my emotions. I slowly move to look up at him, and he loosens his grip. I stare into those beautiful green eyes and give him a soft smile.
“I’m sorry James; I just don’t want you to go. I am so afraid of losing you, I don’t think I could bear it if anything happened to you...if…if you...” I begin, but am interrupted by more tears. I look down at my hands.
“Elizabeth,” he says, and cups my face. He wipes away the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “You know that if it were my choice, I would not be going anywhere, especially without you. Everything will be fine. I will be alright. I will return quickly and before you know it, I will be here with you again, home with my beautiful wife. I love you.”
I smile at him, and he leans in and kisses me. “I love you, James.” I say, and take his calloused hand in mine. I trace over the lines in his palm with my fingers and kiss his hand, which I release so I can slink my arms around his neck and kiss him. Fortunately, I end up knocking him over, and he pulls me down on top of him. I yelp in surprise, and smile down at him. He is laughing, and smiling right back at me.
“My, my, Commodore, it would seem as though we are in quite the compromising position.” I say, and lower myself closer to him until our lips are but a breath apart. “How very, very improper.” I say slowly and seductively. He gulps. Oh, I am a tease.
“Indeed.” He says, his voice wavering, and pulls me into a passionate kiss.
…………………………….
I feel him stir beneath me. It must be morning already. I fell asleep resting my head in the crook of his neck with his arms wrapped tightly around me, and it is a relief to wake the same way. He begins to move in order to get up, but I stop him.
“Please, just a few more moments.” I say, and look at him with sad brown eyes. He can never deny me anything, I know this, and today I need to take advantage of it.
He smiles, and then sighs. He lies back against the headboard and looks at me. I kiss him, and smooth my hands over his bare chest. I run my fingers over the many scars, and momentarily stop at the one that sits slightly above his heart, a very long line that stretches across to his shoulder. He was lucky that the pirate only just missed his heart with the blade, and I know that this time he might not be so lucky. I look up at him again, tears in my eyes, and like a mind-reader he says, “I will come home to you, exactly the way I am now. I promise.” I nod, put on a smile, and try to swallow down my emotions. I run my fingers through his brown hair, and brush a few strands from his face. His eyes are a calm sea green, and they are locked in on mine. I kiss him again; on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, and finally his lips. I
want to keep him here like this forever.
“Now,” I say with a sigh, “You should get ready. Can’t keep the Dauntless waiting, can we?” I smile. He smiles back at me, but it is a small fleeting thing. He gets up and walks down the hall to the powder room. I get up and walk over to the bureau and lay out a fresh shirt and breeches for him. He returns shortly with a clean shaven face and freshly washed hair. I walk over to the window; I notice that it is raining, and the sky looks very dismal, although the sun barely even risen yet. They say that it is always a bad omen to sail out in a storm. Chills run down my back, and I wrap his shirt tightly around my body.
I turn back towards him, and he is almost fully dressed. He is buttoning his waistcoat, and I decide to go over and help him. I take over the buttoning, and he fastens his cravat around his neck. I look him over, he looks so handsome. His hair is tied back in a neat and elegant queue with a small black ribbon. He positions the hideous white wig over his beautiful hair and tucks the tail of his queue underneath, and then proceeds to placing his regimental tricorn on top. He refastens his sword back onto his belt and throws on his coat. He is a completely different man than the one I was just laying in bed with, now he is the Commodore once again. He is no longer just James.
“Go on downstairs; you should eat something before you go. I should put on something more appropriate before I join you...” I say. He nods. He turns and leaves, but stops momentarily in the doorway to look back at me. His eyes are dark, but they seem to lighten for a moment. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then closes it after a moment and looks down at the floor.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing, just…” he begins, “…you look beautiful. I want to remember you like this.” He says with a smile. I smile widely. I run over and kiss him.
“I love you. And you are just as handsome, if not more. Now get going, before you are late!” I say. He grins, kisses me on the forehead, and leaves.
I put on a simple dress, a light powder blue with small delicate flowers, and begin to pin up my hair. I glance to the window, it is still raining.
I make my way down the stairs, and notice James picking up his hat and placing it back on his head. This is it, he’s leaving.
I meet him at the bottom of the staircase and take his arm. We walk out the door. He insists that I go no further, because it is raining. I take his hands his mine, and look into his eyes.
“I will miss you. Good luck and be safe. I will have you know that if I find out that any harm has come to you on this voyage, your crew will have one very angry Mrs. Norrington on their hands.” I say, and smile at him. “I love you, James. Come home to me soon.”
He pulls me into an embrace, and my hands are clinging to the lapels of his coat. I bury my nose into his neck. He whispers into my ear, “I love you, Elizabeth.” I close my eyes tightly to refrain from bursting into tears. He pulls away reluctantly, and then kisses me. I manage to croak out a soft, “goodbye” as he turns and walks off of the doorstep and into the rain.
He’s leaving; he’s going out to sea. He won’t be coming home tonight, I will be sleeping alone. There will be no one there to snuggle up against for warmth and comfort. There will be no one there to brush away my tears and tell me they love me. There will be no James.
No.
He is halfway down the drive when I run out into the rain and shout, “James! James!”
He stops dead in his tracks, turns around, and sees me running to him. He rushes over to me, and the next thing I know he is pulling me against him, crushing his lips onto mine. His hand is at the nape of my neck, and mine on his chest. It is pouring rain, and we are both getting soaked, but neither of us shows a care. When he pulls away, I am breathless. He rests his forehead against mine, and says quietly, “I will return to you.”
I say nothing, I am still speechless. I only look into his eyes and nod. He kisses me again, turns, and leaves. He stops at the end of the drive and looks back at me, still standing where he once was. In a moment he is gone, and I lose all control. I run back into the house, close the door behind me, and lean against it. I burst into tears and slide down the frame until I hit the floor. I put my head into my knees and whisper to no one, “I pray you will.”