A little J/E smut...
Apr. 9th, 2005 01:45 amThe current drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails
is "sickness". Strange how virtually any topic can inspire one to
write smut. This is a little scene
written as a sequel to my J/E story, Jealous.
~
Sick of Love ~
…Stay
me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love…
Song
of Solomon, 2:5
Elizabeth woke late, and alone, and much against
her will, body and mind both poised at the very edge of… of…
She groaned. Struggled to recapture sleep,
burrowing and squirming into the linens of Jack’s bed. They proved
delightfully, disturbingly redolent of evocative scents, rendering the exercise
quite useless.
She gave it up, and rolled onto her back. Opened
her eyes and blinked at the watery play of light and shadow on the cabin’s
ceiling.
Only a dream, then. Dream-hands. Fine, be-ringed,
and sun-dark… pressing… stroking… gentle… making her breath come short… leaving
her aching. She bit her lip.
Where the devil was he?
A stupid question. By the light, morning was well
advanced. He was on deck, then, communing with his beloved ship, of course.
She tried, but was disappointed to find she could
not remember him getting out of bed.
By any reasonable measure, the previous night’s
activities should have gone some way toward assuaging the twin fires of mind
and body that plagued her. This was obviously not the case, however. It had
been several months since she’d been visited with this particular malady, and
she found it…disconcerting. That it should happen now. With Will gone. With
Jack here.
Not here, though. There was
no use in lying abed. Perhaps it would ease her to take a walk on deck, in the
fresh air.
And he’d be close at hand.
But then there sounded a familiar step in the
passage. In an uncharacteristic display of cowardice, she gave a tiny gasp, and
pulled the covers up to her chin as the door opened.
It was indeed Jack, carrying a laden tray.
“Oh, good! You’re awake.” He shut the door and set the bolt. “Cook’s somehow
under the impression you’re in need of more substantial sustenance than
porridge this morning.” A flash of gold and white. “There’s hot tea, and he’s
used some of those dried apples and a bit of ham to make pasties for us!”
A rather thrilling frisson had coursed through her,
but his cheerfully matter-of-fact utterance made her flush, and think her
dramatics absurd. She returned the smile, therefore, as though naught were
amiss, and moved to make room for him on the bed.
He set the tray on the little table and sat beside
her. “Like a taste, then?” he asked, picking up a steaming, golden crescent. He
looked at her.
His gaze, as always, seemed to lay bare her heart.
She closed her own eyes, just for a moment.
When she opened them again, he was frowning.
She cleared her throat. “N-no. Not just now, thank
you.”
“No?” He set the pastie down. “Are you all right?
Give me your hand.”
After a short struggle with the covers, she did so.
His grasp was warm, and comfortable.
“What is it, then?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
She hesitated, but only for a moment. “I find I am
feeling… unwell. And you are wearing far too many clothes to remedy the
situation.”
His brows lifted. He said, in a voice like slow
velvet, “Ah. Like that, is it?” His lips quivered against an
inescapably smug smile. He bent and kissed her hand.
The touch of his lips… she bit her own, again, as
her body responded. “Yes,” she said, simply, quite tired of games. “Yes. It’s
like that.”
~.~
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Date: 2005-04-09 02:08 am (UTC)...and the best line? “Like a taste, then?” he asked, picking up a steaming, golden crescent. He looked at her. *thwump* I know he's talking about the food, but I just can't stop seeing it as the double-entendre...
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Date: 2005-04-09 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-09 02:18 am (UTC)“I find I am feeling… unwell. Wonderful line!
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Date: 2005-04-09 08:10 am (UTC)Oh, I think she would, don't you? She's that sort of forthright person.
Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-04-09 08:14 am (UTC)There's just something about the sense of smell that has more impact even than seeing, don't you think?
So happy you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2005-04-09 07:19 am (UTC)A voice like slow velvet...I agree with [Unknown site tag]. What a perfect discription.
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Date: 2005-04-10 02:14 am (UTC)I think a non-decisive Lizzie would be OOC, don't you? She's quite a forthright person, although here (as in your fics) that's tempered by maturity. Some of her actions in the movie betray her extreme youth, it seems to me--very, very sure of herself, and of the way things "ought to be".
xoxo
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Date: 2005-04-10 02:11 pm (UTC)Yes, it's such a big part of her personality in canon, and youth makes her arrogant and rather ruthless, in a way. It's fun trying to write her as being a bit more mature, yet keeping that strong determination.
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Date: 2005-04-11 02:18 am (UTC)Love how you have her so thoroughly off-balance (she gave a tiny gasp, and pulled the covers up to her chin as the door opened) until the end. Must add my praise for in a voice like slow velvet. Not just velvet, but slow velvet ... delightful.
And you are wearing far too many clothes to remedy the situation.
This has just the right touch of... (for lack of a better word, which I can't seem to dredge up at the moment) Elizabethness. I can hear her!
Frisson! *squeal* Such a wonderful yet underused (outside of Impverse) word.
And whee! Pasties ... cousins to pie!
Could I suggest a link to Jealous where you mention it above? Needed a reminder (verification that I was remembering the correct story) and had to go digging for it.
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Date: 2005-04-15 06:09 pm (UTC)I'll put the link for Jealous in. Forgot to do that. Thanks for the reminder.
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Date: 2005-04-11 02:34 am (UTC)hotprovocative. And this line:He said, in a voice like slow velvet, “Ah. Like that, is it?” Yes. It's just like that. *thud*no subject
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Date: 2005-04-15 06:15 pm (UTC)I think so--it can work well, if it's done right (see: anything by
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Date: 2005-04-20 04:03 pm (UTC)His brows lifted. He said, in a voice like slow velvet, “Ah. Like that, is it?” His lips quivered against an inescapably smug smile.
This is lovely. I laughed.
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Date: 2005-10-22 10:33 pm (UTC)if you kill off that blacksmithgiven the right set-up.Thank you for the wonderfully detailed comments. So glad to have left you humming!
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Date: 2015-01-16 06:22 am (UTC)Tx for the memories......will be back! :)