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An Unexpected Guest

by Melusina

 

Fandom: PoTC    Rating: NC-17   Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth    Full Header

 


Anyone looking through the open parlor window might have seen the blacksmith taking his wife on the back of the settee. Of course, all the decent people of Port Royal were long abed, leaving only a scalawag like Captain Jack Sparrow to witness the Turners' scandalous lack of propriety.

It was quite a sight. Elizabeth balanced unsteadily on the back of the small sofa, her legs wrapped around Will's, and his hands held tight to her hips through her voluminous skirts (which sadly, concealed the place where their bodies met). Her head was thrown back, long curls trailing over the cushions behind her, and her eyes were squeezed shut; the sweat beading on her brow sparkling in the candlelight. Will's face was hidden in her neck and his shapely arse peeped out from under his shirt with every thrust of his hips. Quite a sight indeed. Enough to make Jack unbutton his breeches and stroke himself as he continued to watch avidly.

*


Elizabeth clung fiercely to Will's shoulders, fearful that she would tumble right over the back of the settee. And yet that very uncertainty -- the precariousness of her position, the way the wood cut into her backside -- only made it that much more exciting. Will increased his pace, and repeated, as if he knew her fear, "I've got you, I've got you. . ."

The angle was maddening, enough to incite Elizabeth's lust, but too shallow to bring her complete satisfaction. Will's mouth ghosted over her neck, a whisper of breath prickling at the skin. Unexpectedly, he bit down, right where her neck met her shoulder, making her whimper. She shifted her hips and wrapped her legs more firmly around his.

Will seemed close now, his speech disjointed and marked by panting breaths and barely suppressed moans.

"Shh," Elizabeth whispered mischievously, "You don't want to rouse the neighbors."

He looked toward the window, and stiffened, then spent himself with a loud groan. In the next instant, he toppled her over the side of the settee. Elizabeth gasped in surprise as a different pair of strong, calloused hands caught her and bent her over the arm of the sofa, flipping up her skirts. A familiar beringed hand fumbled at her bodice, loosening it and pulling her breasts free. Needy, pleading sounds fell from her lips as his rough fingers dragged across the sensitive skin.

*


Jack spread Elizabeth's legs a bit further apart, then swiftly buried himself in her juicy cunny. She had not yet had her release, and drove back to meet him with a desperate wantonness. Her breasts, forced high and full by her bodice, fit neatly into his hands and she made the most delightful noises when he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Pushing her hair out of the way, Jack found the mark Will had left on her. He tongued at it, imagining he could taste Will on her skin, and then moved his mouth to the other side and bit down in the exact same spot. She cried out then, the cushions muffling the sound.

Will, who had been braced on the back of the settee catching his breath, rolled over the top of it, landing on the pillows propped against the opposite arm. He sprawled forward and swallowed up Elizabeth's moans with a passionate kiss.

Jack gripped the arm of the settee and thrust harder. Upholstery bunched under his clenched fingers and the sofa creaked ominously. Will reached between Elizabeth's legs and it took only a moment before she tensed, keening wildly against Will's mouth. Jack fell right behind her, gritting his teeth to keep from shouting.

*


Will tenderly pulled his wife onto the settee, where she stretched out with her head in his lap, skirts spilling willy-nilly off the side. Jack sat down on the other end, lifting Elizabeth's feet and setting them in his lap, then clapping his arm around Will's shoulders. Will kissed him, a slow satisfied kiss full of banked fire and muted promises. Elizabeth sighed contentedly and snuggled up to them both.

"Jack, you should have told us you were coming," she chided. "I'd have baked you a cake."

Jack grazed his fingers over the top of her bare foot, then lifted it to his mouth and pressed a kiss into the high arch. "I think I've had all the sweets I can stand, Mistress Turner. Thank you kindly all the same."

Will snickered and tossed a bolster at him, which Jack caught and stuffed behind his head. He propped his feet on the low table before him and rolled his shoulders. "It's been too long."

"Yes, it has," Will said sternly. "We've missed you terribly."

"Yes," Elizabeth chimed in, "And you're a horrible correspondent. I'll wager we've had no more than three letters from you these past four months."

Will nodded. "As recompense, you must tell us of all the adventures you've had while you've been away."

Before Jack could launch into one of his tales, Elizabeth stifled a yawn. "Tomorrow, if you please? Between one thing and another," she cut her eyes at the two men, with a bawdy grin, "I find I'm quite fatigued."
 

 

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