Morning on the Pearl is lazy and slow. It's Jack's opinion
that the captain should sleep as late as he likes, and that whoever shares
the captain's bed should stay there until Jack's ready to start his day.
Will can find nothing about this policy to argue with, especially when
Elizabeth joins them in Jack's well appointed bed.
Breakfast is oranges on Elizabeth's tongue and sweet honey on Jack's lips,
long, golden hair curtaining Will's face, bitter, orange-peel taste on
Elizabeth's skin, Jack's teeth nipping at Will's neck, and sticky hands
grasping greedily at his hips. Will can't imagine what he's ever done to
earn such good luck, such a surfeit of riches.
For once, Jack and Elizabeth are in complete agreement with one another,
sharing Will with equanimity and conspiring to find new ways to drive him
mad with lust. When they must use words, they are prone to squabble and
devil one another, but in this language they have a perfect accord. Will
thinks perhaps he could understand how it works, if he could remove himself
from the tangle of bodies and watch them together.
But Jack is filling him from behind, and Elizabeth's tongue is in his mouth,
and her hands are doing tricks that no proper lady should know - not that
Will is complaining. How can he, when he can't catch his breath to speak and
he can't think to put two words together?
The bed rocks and the chains suspending it squeal and Elizabeth shudders and
says, "oh," in a shocked little voice. Then Jack's hand is in Will's
mouth, tasting of Elizabeth, all musk and metallic tang, and Jack is
swearing in Will's ear, softly and with great conviction. Will gasps as
Elizabeth takes him into her mouth, Jack's words are cut off with a stifled
cry, and the final twist of his hips pushes Will over the edge. Everything
comes together in a feeling of satisfying inevitability and rushes out of
him with a force that's almost painful.
When his racing heart has slowed and he's caught his breath, Elizabeth is
already sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head. Before she can get
her breeches on, Jack yanks her back into the bed, and the surprised look on
her face as Jack pushes her back into the soft pillows is unguarded and
sweet. At this rate, they'll be abed until dinner time, but Anamaria has the
helm, and if the captain wants to laze the day away in bed, who is Will to