Sometimes I’m in the mood to watch Pride and Prejudice (2005), but then I think hm… I want it with swords. So then I watch Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003) and yeah that about takes care of it for me.
K on my list of things I do NOT like in PotC, and that might just be a Me thing ‘cause I will openly admit I am biased: the part in Dead Man’s Chest where they made Jack take the shot that blows up the kraken instead of letting Elizabeth do it. Like noooo, she’s gotta cling to his leg like in a terrible 80′s poster to make him look cool.
Elizabeth never gets to take THE shot–the closest they’ve come to that is her saving Will from getting killed by Jacoby in CotBP. Jack could have tossed her the musket back if they wanted to make it matter that he showed up at that moment. LET HER TAKE THE SHOT YOU COWARDS!!!
Definitely hesitant to kiss you. Even if you’ve been in a relationship for a long time, he won’t know whether kissing is acceptable. After the first few times, he gets more comfortable with it, and his kisses are the long but gentle type. He’s a touch starved boi; expect his hands to wander a bit. He always asks permission first because consent is important.
Elizabeth:
Your first kiss probably happens when you least expect it. It wouldn’t be in public, but you’d likely be out of the house. Her kisses are passionate, but you can both get a little goofy. Things can escalate quickly from kissing to… other things.
Jack:
Gentler than you imagined. Jack is definitely one for makeouts, but he’s pretty soft to begin with. Especially if you’ve never been with someone before. Although, expect a lot of sloppy kissing when drunk. When sober, he certainly knows what he’s doing.
Will:
Soft boy. Soft. The softest. Is terrified to kiss you for the first time. He definitely has 0 experience, and it intimidates him to think of making a move. After that first kiss, though, he’s always kissing you on the forehead, shoulder, or nose. He gives you pecks on the lips, but can get bolder in private.
You undressed behind the screen, trading your wedding dress for a nightgown. Servants helped you, undoing the strings at the back of your dress and pulling off the corset beneath. Finally, you felt like you could breathe.
The feeling didn’t last long. James was right outside the room, discussing something or other with his valet. Once he stepped into the room, everything would change for you.
Wedding nights were one of the most impactful moments in a woman’s life. You couldn’t help but be nervous. You were a virgin, of course, and were slightly afraid of what was to come. You knew it hurt, the first time. You’d even heard that sometimes, a girl got no pleasure from the activity at all.
You prayed that James would be gentle with you. You didn’t want to tell him how worried you were, but you also wanted some sort of assurance. You told yourself that everything would be fine, but it was hard to believe.
James entered the room, startling you out of your thoughts. You stepped shyly out from behind the dressing-screen. He’d never seen you in so little. Soon, he’d see you in nothing at all, but you shoved that thought aside.
He smiled brightly, unable to tear his eyes away from your form. He stepped in, kissing you, tilting your chin up with a hand.
He was still fully dressed, and tugged at his cravat. He set it down on a dresser to one side of the room. He tugged off his coat after that, laying it across the back of a chair.
Help him undress. It was what you were supposed to do. At least, that’s what the married girls told you. You had to help undress him to encourage him. It would give him more confidence, they told you, remind him that you wanted him.
Youdid want him. It just…scared you.
You stepped forward anyway, starting in on the buttons of his shirt. He helped you with one hand, the other resting on your cheek, thumb trailing a slow path over your bottom lip. You untucked his shirt tails from his trousers. Only then did you dare meet his eyes.
He cupped your face with both hands, kissing you a little harder than earlier. His hands left your cheeks to shrug off his shirt, leaving him bare chested before you. He didn’t give you the option to look, instead pulling you to him, continuing to kiss you. You placed a hand on his chest. You felt his breath hitch, both against your hand and your lips.
Both hands on his chest, you explored his body with your fingers. One hand trailed to the top of his trousers before stopping. You spread your hand against the skin of his lower stomach, drinking up the warmth of his skin.
A low moan escaped the back of his throat, and he pressed your bodies together. His lips moved to your neck. He sucked little marks into the soft skin there, and bit gently at the space between your neck and shoulder.
It was an entirely new sensation to you. James hadn’t done anything beyond kissing your lips; the heat of his breath on your skin drove you crazy.
"James,“ you breathed.
He pulled away, searching your face. "Am I going to fast?”
Always the worrier. “No.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, and he responded with a deeply passionate one. There was a strange feeling, and you realized he was trying to get his tongue inside your mouth. You opened your mouth just slightly to let him.
He returned his attention to your neck and shoulders, pulling at the neckline of your dress. You gasped as his hands found your breasts, massaging them lightly.
Something was happening to you, but you couldn’t say what it was. Your chest was tight, and an ache was growing between your legs.
Before you knew it, James had pushed you back into the bed. You were sitting at the edge, propped up on your elbows. He was bent over the top of you, kissing the valley between your breasts.
He shifted, catching one of your legs between his. Something hard pressed against your thigh, and his hips rolled into yours.
Oh dear lord. You fell back into the sheets, the ache between your legs demanding attention.
James continued to grind himself against you, groaning with pleasure. His arms were shaking just slightly by the sides of your head. Eyes closed, you listened to the uneven breathing patterns escaping his lips. You twisted your fingers into his hair, and he opened his eyes to meet yours.
You gave him a small smile, one you felt was rather uncertain.
It was all the prompting he needed. He tossed your legs onto the bed, and you scrambled back so your head was against the pillows. He wasted no time in climbing on top of you.
You knew what came next. It both scared and thrilled you. There was something about it that didn’t seem so bad now.
He sucked in a steadying breath. “If anything makes you uncomfortable,” he whispered, “tell me.”
You gave him a weak nod.
"Is there anything you want me to do?“
You didn’t know, really. You had no experience with sex. You had, on occasion, touched yourself with the thought of his fingers doing the same. Biting your lip, you grabbed one of his hands, guiding it between your legs.
His eyes grew wide, but he let you guide his movements. His hand disappeared under your skirt, fingers rubbing slow circles into your smallclothes. You whimpered under him. It felt so good to have him touch you.
His other hand pulled your nightgown up over your thighs. Slowly, he pulled your underthings off your body, sliding the wet garment off your legs and let it fall to the floor.
You tried to prepare yourself, but there were too many emotions running around inside you. Mostly, you were torn between panic and curiosity. You knew it would hurt, but at the same time, you wanted to know what he would feel like inside you.
It confused you when he moved his head between your legs. What he was doing, you couldn’t fathom. Nobody had mentioned this.
He sucked at the sensitive flesh on your thighs, licking over each mark. Then, you felt something between your legs…
Histongue.
Your hands flew down to his hair, gripping tightly at the dark locks. He continued his ministrations, licking and sucking. It made you an absolute wreck. Never had you felt such a powerful sensation overcome your body.
You felt like you were going to come undone. You did, after crying out James’ name, legs shaking. You didn’t know if you’d be able to move again.
James stared up at you. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and crawled back over you so his face was level with yours. He used one of the blankets to wipe the stickiness from your thighs. "Would you- um…” He didn’t finish speaking, instead guiding one of your hands to the bulge in his trousers. He was flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears.
You weren’t sure what to do. He’d been so sure about how to treat you, but you didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring him.
It turned out you had to do very little. You cupped him through his pants, pressing against him. He did the rest, grinding into your hand.
He panted and made little strained noises that slowly put the ache back between your legs. You realized he was doing it on purpose, both to receive pleasure, and to give you time to collect yourself.
"Ah…fuck.“
You’d never heard him swear before. At least, he hadn’t said anything thatvulgar.
As if reading your mind, he looked up at you. "Sorry,” he groaned. “It’s just- ah- too good.”
You cupped his face with your other hand, and he leaned into your touch.
Finally, he knocked your hands away, trying to pull himself together. He took a few moments to collect himself, then grabbed the bottom of your dress. You helped him pull it over your head. You lay back down, watching his reaction. Wearing a nightgown was one thing, but being entirely naked was another.
James soaked in the sight, taking his time to explore your body. His hands moved from your stomach to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the warmth of his hands on your skin.
His lips brushed against your eyelids. They trailed down your body, leaving soft kisses over every part of your skin.
When you opened your eyes again, James was fumbling with the ties of his trousers.
All the nerves came back in a rush. You stared at the pillow beside you, trying to calm down. Everything up to that point had been wonderful; there was no reason the coming experience wouldn’t be.
"James?“
He stroked your cheek with a hand. "Yes?”
"Be gentle with me, okay?“
"Of course.” He placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead.
He eased himself into you, groaning as he did so. He rolled his hips forward, pushing as much of himself into you as you could take. He did this a few times, agonizingly slow.
The girls hadn’t lied to you. It hurt. You stretched around him, which left you with a burning sensation between your legs. It hurt, but it was a new type of pain. A pain that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
James moved faster, but not harshly. His face was right over yours, and you watched each other’s expressions. You could tell he was holding back for your sake, and for that you were thankful.
You gripped his back, nails digging into his skin. Your bodies moved together as he thrust deeper inside you, hitting a tight bundle of nerves. It wasn’t like what he’d done earlier, but you realized the result would be the same.
Your toes curled, your back arching off the bed. Your head was pressed back against the pillows, and your eyes were screwed tightly shut. You were so close.
You came as he thrust deep inside you, and he continued to move against you, helping you through.
You collapsed back onto the bed limply. James looked nearly pained as he continued. His breathing was ragged, and he grunted as he pushed into you. His hips jerked against yours, and something hot spilled into you.
You gasped. His seed dripped down your thighs, and he buried his face in your neck. Idly, you ran a hand through his hair. You weren’t sure what to do next.
You weren’t sure how to feel about it all Physically, you throbbed from his lovemaking. Emotionally, you weren’t quite sure. You were spent on all fronts, and wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep.
James pulled himself off of you and reached for towels sitting on the bedside table. Gently, he cleaned you up, rubbing the towel between your thighs and over your lower stomach.
That task finished, he tossed the towel on the floor, preferring to caress your body with his hands. He kissed you, too. On the lips, nose, chest, and stomach. These were light kisses, not meant to mark you. Whatever he was doing, it was working. You felt a little calmer; he was treating you with a tenderness that felt wonderful after the intensity of sex.
Eventually, he lay on his back, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, and let your fingers play with the soft hair there. He stroked your hair and massaged your neck. Not that there was much tension left in your body.
"How do you feel?“ He murmured. His face rested against the top of your head.
You took a deep breath. "I don’t know.” It was the simple truth.
"Did I hurt you?“
"I don’t think it could be helped. It wasn’t bad, if that’s what you’re worried about. How do you feel?”
"Completed. I finally have a family.“ His voice cracked, breaking at the end of his sentence.
You propped yourself up to look at his face. He wasn’t crying, but his eyes were watering. He could be so much more emotional than he wished to show.
"We’re going to have a happy life together, James.”
He smiled at you. “We will.”
You believed it. There were so many reasons why. Because he was gentle and considerate of you. Because he wasn’t afraid to talk. Because he cared, and cared deeply, and it affected every part of his life.
Mostly because, above all things, he smiled every time he saw you, like you brightened whatever room you were in.
And because we can share intimacy that satisfies us both.
It was how you hoped to live. Equally happy. Equally satisfied.
We can. If anyone, us.
For the moment, the future didn’t bother you so much. There was a new life ahead of both of you, one that you would share together.
