Happy Norrington Drabble: 'Not a Dream'

[dwgm]

Enough with the angst. Here's 125 words of A/U Norrington, set the morning after my old fic, True Heart, though you probably don't need to have read that to understand what's going on here. I wrote that first, longer story for a Secret Santa exchange, per erinya's request, and hereswith's, too. This drabble's for hereswith, who wanted some N/E, and probably not the angst of last night's offering, and for the 'Wait' drabble challenge at blackpearlsails.



~ Not a Dream ~


Late morning sun woke him, and he wondered if it had all been a dream. Elizabeth… breaking into the house… confronting him… seducing him… the brandy… the Turkey carpet… her skin, her slender form by firelight, beneath his hands…

He lifted one of said hands. Bare. His signet ring slipped onto hers just before dawn, after he'd walked her back to her father's house.

And her scent still lingered upon his fingers.

A dream indeed.

How long had he been wandering in darkness?

But Elizabeth—his Elizabeth, so cherished, so long awaited—had shown him in no uncertain terms that regret was futile, and wrong, and timidity entirely counterproductive. In short, that he'd been a damned fool.

Ah, how he liked that in a woman!



~.~

Comments

[dharma-slut.livejournal.com]

Awww! And I'd never read the original story, so thank you for drawing your newer friends' attention to it!

And her scent still lingered upon his fingers.

A lovely, salacious detail...

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since 12/05 -- although we were deeply immersed in the Impverse by that time. Mmmmmm...

So happy you liked this!