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title: The sea is his and he is hers
pairing: DJ/Elizabeth
rating: pg
originally posted here
The sea is his and he is hers (DJ/Elizabeth)
She holds his heart, though she never asked for it. Maybe it was her beauty under all that dirt that caught his eye, maybe the fire inside her frail body - a fire that would have destroyed her by now if he hadn't been there to stop the flames from consuming her whole world.
She doesn't love him but that never stopped him from giving her his heart - an act of such vulnerable humanity that Calypso took pity on him and gave him back his human form, if not his freedom. He's still not sure why Elizabeth accepted his offer but she did and stepping ashore to be greeted by a soft smile and a young girl he has never seen before running to greet him, he suddenly knows what all those seamen think of in their final moments before whiteness consumes them.
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title: undercurrent
pairing: beckett/elizabeth
rating: pg-13
originally posted here
Undercurrent (Beckett/Elizabeth)
She wants to see him burn alive. Wants to watch pale skin licked by flames from hell, turning bones into ashes, melting a cold heart of ice.
She wants to mar him with her own mark, fingernails breaking skin, sinking into flesh. She wants to paint her claws red with his life.
She wants to hear him scream, pain embroidered with fear. She wants to wash her sins clean in his helpless cries.
"More tea, my dear?" Elizabeth is violently dragged out of her thoughts by her father's gentle voice and it takes all of her newly acquired self-control to keep from scowling at him.
"No, thank you, father," she smiles politely and is rewarded for her impeccable conduct with a soft kiss against her knuckles.
It takes her by surprise, her husband has never been someone to show any kind of affection during these tedious hours spent with Port Royal's nobility. Beckett gives her a long look, lips twitching ever so slightly in amusement as he doesn't let go of her hand but puts it on his thigh under the table. She smiles at him and moves her hand to his crotch on her own volition, eyes sparkling in excitement when she can feel hardness and she can't help but squeeze a bit, enough to make Beckett shiver, unnoticed by any of the other guests.
Sometimes she thinks he can read her lustful murderous thoughts, perfect foreplay for their violent, painful, glorious endless nights of passion. His grey eyes shine with need only she can see but his posture and whole demeanour tells her to be patient just a little longer.
And neither notices a scorned lover walk inside, loaded gun in a steady hand.
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pairing: DJ/Elizabeth
rating: pg
originally posted here
The sea is his and he is hers (DJ/Elizabeth)
She holds his heart, though she never asked for it. Maybe it was her beauty under all that dirt that caught his eye, maybe the fire inside her frail body - a fire that would have destroyed her by now if he hadn't been there to stop the flames from consuming her whole world.
She doesn't love him but that never stopped him from giving her his heart - an act of such vulnerable humanity that Calypso took pity on him and gave him back his human form, if not his freedom. He's still not sure why Elizabeth accepted his offer but she did and stepping ashore to be greeted by a soft smile and a young girl he has never seen before running to greet him, he suddenly knows what all those seamen think of in their final moments before whiteness consumes them.
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title: undercurrent
pairing: beckett/elizabeth
rating: pg-13
originally posted here
Undercurrent (Beckett/Elizabeth)
She wants to see him burn alive. Wants to watch pale skin licked by flames from hell, turning bones into ashes, melting a cold heart of ice.
She wants to mar him with her own mark, fingernails breaking skin, sinking into flesh. She wants to paint her claws red with his life.
She wants to hear him scream, pain embroidered with fear. She wants to wash her sins clean in his helpless cries.
"More tea, my dear?" Elizabeth is violently dragged out of her thoughts by her father's gentle voice and it takes all of her newly acquired self-control to keep from scowling at him.
"No, thank you, father," she smiles politely and is rewarded for her impeccable conduct with a soft kiss against her knuckles.
It takes her by surprise, her husband has never been someone to show any kind of affection during these tedious hours spent with Port Royal's nobility. Beckett gives her a long look, lips twitching ever so slightly in amusement as he doesn't let go of her hand but puts it on his thigh under the table. She smiles at him and moves her hand to his crotch on her own volition, eyes sparkling in excitement when she can feel hardness and she can't help but squeeze a bit, enough to make Beckett shiver, unnoticed by any of the other guests.
Sometimes she thinks he can read her lustful murderous thoughts, perfect foreplay for their violent, painful, glorious endless nights of passion. His grey eyes shine with need only she can see but his posture and whole demeanour tells her to be patient just a little longer.
And neither notices a scorned lover walk inside, loaded gun in a steady hand.
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