Where Her Heart Truly Lied

Author's Note: Wow!!! REVIEWS! Thank you oh so much, you guys! They're all lovely and the gentle critiques were nice to see. Governor. Like government. How I could not have clued the two together.... *shakes head.* Anyway, I was going to do the story in two parts, but since my life has gotten busy and I don't want to leave you all waiting, I'm going to do smaller chapters. You may have to wait a bit for Chapter 3, but I want to have the whole fic done before the end of August. We are entering our falling action after this chapter, so I'm not quite sure how much more fic you'll get but we'll see. Enjoy! And please keep reviewing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor do I pretend to. I'm just a crazy fangirl.

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Elizabeth was silent the entire carriage ride home. She was silent as she was led through the front doors, the few staff Norrington kept watching her with ashamed looks, including the maid who decided not to go to the market as this was far more interesting. Her nose was turned up, eyes ahead of her, ignoring the pinching pain coursing up her arm, as Norrington was gripping it tightly. She was silent as they walked through the main entryway and up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located. The soldier that had held her earlier was still with them and now that they were out of sight, he pulled out a rope at the signal from Norrington (another inclination of the head) and bound Elizabeth’s hands. She was silent through all of this, because she was worried for Will. If she had, hollered, or said the wrong thing, no doubt she would have heard gunshots behind her. The soldier left and Norrington took hold of Elizabeth’s arm once more and shoved her into his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

“What are you going to do to Will?” Elizabeth asked.

Norrington removed his tricorn and wig. He glanced at her. “I really don’t think that should be your concern at the moment.”

Elizabeth said nothing to that and watched as Norrington’s coat came off next. She shifted uncomfortably, her feet cold against the polished floor. The shoes flew off, the stockings, the cravat was untied, waistcoat removed. The ribbon came out of his hair and Elizabeth looked away.

“My wrists hurt,” she said.

“Well that’s your own fault,” Norrington replied, unbuttoning his shirt and then removing it completely. He walked over to her remaining only in his trousers. He took her by the shoulders. “Now then.”

Elizabeth shook him off. “Don’t touch me.”

Norrington dropped his hands to his sides and sighed. “Elizabeth,” he said passing a hand over his eyes. “If I’m not able to touch you, this isn’t going to work.”

“Good,” she said glaring at him.

Norrington glared back. “Elizabeth-”

She held out her hands. “Unbind me.”

“No.”

“Unbind me!” she ordered.

Norrington rolled his eyes. “No!” he said just as firmly.

“Unbind me!”

“Eliza-…” he stopped and sighed. Norrington looked to the side grinding his teeth.

“If I unbind you, will you cooperate?” he asked, keeping his gaze on the wall.

“No!” she said disgusted.

Norrington threw his hands up in the air and looked back at her. “Well then I’m not letting you go!”

Nobody said a word for a while. Finally Elizabeth spoke up again. “I’ll cooperate if you promise not to hurt Will.”

Norrington’s eyes flicked to her as she held her wrists out to him. He went and unsheathed his sword.

“Are you cooperating?” he asked as he approached her.

“Are you promising not to hurt Will?”

“I am.”

Elizabeth thrust her wrists at him. “Then go on.”

Norrington cut her free. He set his sword aside, while Elizabeth rubbed at her wrists. When he turned back to her, he got a full slap across the face.

“What are you doing?” he cried, rubbing his cheek. “You just said-”

“I said I would promise!” Elizabeth yelled. “I never actually promised! The last time I made a promise, I had to marry you!” She raised a finger. “I will remain your wife, but I will never sleep with you, James Norrington!” Elizabeth’s hazel eyes were consumed with a fiery rage and she stalked over to the nightstand and threw open the drawer where Norrington had put the key to his room.

That was it. He had been ridiculed long enough. He would no longer stand to be the butt of Elizabeth’s jokes. As Elizabeth rummaged for the key, Norrington carefully slid off his belt. He watched Elizabeth with a steady eye as she walked back to the door. In two strides, he was behind her. Norrington threw the belt over Elizabeth’s head, nesting just under her bosom and drew her sharply against him so her back was pinned against the front of his body. The key clattered to the floor, she did not even have a chance to fit it into the lock.

“I’ve had enough of this,” he hissed into her ear.

He walked backwards into the center of the room, Elizabeth unable to struggle as she was trapped against him.

“I don’t deserve this,” he continued. “All I ever did was love you. I did everything you ever asked of me. I went back to help rescue Turner! I risked the lives of my crew to get him back for you. For you! I did everything for you!”

Norrington tossed Elizabeth to the floor. She tried to crawl away but he was upon her once more, pinning her down with the weight of his body. He grabbed her arms and drew them behind her back. Norrington took the belt and wrapped it around her wrists, drawing the belt through the belt buckle tightly.

Elizabeth turned her head to the side so she could speak properly and not into the floor. “James! I swear to tell my father all that you’re doing!”

“So tell him! I think he’d understand!”

Elizabeth tried to move her wrists she couldn’t budge. And with him lying across her back, she couldn’t move her legs to kick him. “I’ll scream.”

Norrington shook his head. “It won’t make a difference.”

Elizabeth’s eyes stung with tears. She was trapped and this time she knew there was no escape. Her stomach lurched as Norrington rolled her on to her front. He grabbed her by her shoulders and hoisted her up. He gathered her up in his arms, surprisingly gentle and lay her down on the bed. She shuffled backwards and sat up as he walked away. His back was to her and she looked at him confused. What was he doing over there? Her eyes widened in fear when he turned around and approached the bed, sword in hand.

“Elizabeth,” he said sadly. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want it to be like this. But you leave me no choice.”

“James, don’t!” she pleaded as he raised the sword.

But all Norrington did was slit the material of her nightgown. The material peeled away easily, revealing a petite milk white body. Norrington studied her naked form: small breasts with blossom pink nipples, soft stomach, a tiny waist. She looked every bit the essence of virginity, so innocent, so pure. So perfect and angelic, it almost seemed wrong to touch her. But then, Will had touched her hadn’t he? That thought, set firmly in his mind, Norrington put his sword down and climbed on to the bed.

“Don’t look so scared,” he said, softly, brushing her hair back off of her face. “It’s still me. It’s still the same James Norrington.”

“That’s what scares me,” Elizabeth said dismally. She looked away. “Just get on with it, then.”

Norrington sighed. “Elizabeth,” he said, running a hand down her arm. “It won’t be so bad. I promise. I do not want to hurt you.”

Elizabeth said nothing, keeping her gaze on the wall.

Were it not for the thought of Will having already been in his position, Norrington would have stopped. But his anger overrode his guilt, which is why his hand now trailed along Elizabeth’s side, stopping at the curve of her waist. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Elizabeth’s forehead and then moved down to her neck. A small smirk of satisfaction appeared briefly on his face when he saw that the marks he had left on her earlier were still there.

Norrington moved down her collarbone and shifted so he was now straddling her. A whimper came from Elizabeth, but Norrington ignored it. If she would just give him a chance he knew he would be able to make her feel good. He’d prove it to her. He could do this. All he ever needed was the opportunity to show her that he loved her. Norrington allowed his lips to explore her further, kissing around her left breast, before taking a soft, pink nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

Elizabeth’s heart was beating rapidly and she could hear it pounding in her ears. She struggled to keep her breathing under control, having never felt so uncomfortable in her life. A tear rolled down her cheek and she kept her eyes shut tight. She tried to distract herself by thinking of Will, but she could not ignore the way Norrington was touching her. When he had moved down to her chest, she began to chant Will’s name softly. It made it a bit easier, thinking it was him on top of her.

Norrington’s eyes flicked up to Elizabeth. She was saying something, a phrase? A name? Her body had relaxed since she began speaking and he strained to hear what was so comforting to her as he planted kisses down the center of her body.

“Will, Will, Will, Will…” she murmured.

Will! Norrington’s temper flared. He shot upright. Even in this state she was still thinking of that bloody blacksmith!

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open, when she felt Norrington leave her body. “Wha-” she started, but Norrington struck the side of her head. The sound of her heart beating in her ears was replaced by a terrible ringing.

“Be quiet!” he growled. “Just be quiet!”

Norrington got off of Elizabeth and stripping himself of his trousers, he pulled open the drawer on his nightstand and took out a small bottle of oil. He removed his drawers and poured the oil into the palm of his hand. He began to rub violently at his member.

Why was it so difficult? Why was he so hard to love? What did Will have that he didn’t? He was handsome, distinguished and highly spoken of, not to mention a Commodore, excellent swordsman and having the ability to offer Elizabeth anything she wanted. Will on the other hand was a poor Blacksmith, barely able to provide for himself, let alone be able to take care of Elizabeth.

Norrington grunted as he became fully erect and turned to Elizabeth. She had rolled to the other side of the bed and swung her legs over the edge. She was trying to get away! That action only fanned the flames of fury inside him. He wrenched her back and pinned her down. Elizabeth cried out, but he clamped a hand over her mouth.

“You will avoid me no longer, Elizabeth,” Norrington said. He shifted, his knees digging into the mattress.

Elizabeth had locked her thighs together and Norrington attempted to pry them apart with his hands, but they would not budge. He frowned down at her and noticed her bottom lip quiver. Not with anger, but with fear. It was written across her face, etched into every line.

“Always the hard way, Elizabeth?” he asked.

But before she could answer, Norrington rammed his knee between her legs, forcing them to part and placed them between her thighs, keeping them open. With one last tug along his member, he lowered himself upon her and with a thrust of his hips, plunged into her.

A sharp gasp arose from Elizabeth and her head snapped up as bouts of blinding pain seared through her when Norrington entered her. What may have started out as an act of love, had quite nastily turned into an act of discipline. She was being punished for being unfaithful and making a fool of her husband. He was attempting to break her, to force a permanent change in her behaviour.

Elizabeth did not know much on the matter of sex, but she was quite certain it was not supposed to be like this. It was more than unpleasant, this feeling that something was being stretched that wasn’t meant to be. The deeper he went, the more it hurt and more than once Elizabeth had wished she could have just blacked out from the pain.

She was not allowed to move either. At one point, Norrington had nearly lost his balance when she cringed away from one of kisses, digging his perfectly manicured nails into her shoulder to keep her steady. Each kiss had been, rough, almost violent, like he was leaving his mark on her body so that every other man would know that she was his. More than once she had asked him- begged him- to stop, but all requests were ignored. More than once she had let out a cry of pain, but this too was ignored. And he certainly paid no attention to the tears that had leaked out.

But at last Norrington tensed up and with a grunt and one final push, he came into her, the creamy white fluid being the final mark he would leave. When he had finished, he remained inside of her a few moments longer, catching his breath, before pulling out and moving over on to his side of the bed. He turned his head to look at Elizabeth. She stared at the ceiling and did not return his glance.

“I- I did not want it to be like this, Elizabeth,” he said softly. “I do love you, but-”

“If you really loved me, you would have let me be with Will,” Elizabeth said quietly, keeping her eyes firmly set on a spot on the ceiling. She was not afraid to speak now. What more could he do to her?

Norrington gulped silently. Was she right? No. He loved her and he did not want anyone else to have her. Why was that so wrong?

“Elizabeth, I may love you selfishly but I do love you.”

Placing a hand on her shoulder he turned her on to her side. His eyes widened when he saw that both her hands were a purple-blue from being bound so tight. He pulled the belt back through buckle, freeing her of the restraint. He got up and walked around to her, offering her a hand up. She did not take it and chose to rise on her own. Elizabeth stood before him, but kept her gaze on the floor.

Norrington took a blanket at the end of his bed and draped it over her shoulders. “Go,” he said quietly.

Elizabeth wrapped the material around her tightly and left. When she returned to her room, she could tell by the light coming from her window that it was late in the afternoon. Elizabeth sat on her bed and rubbed her wrists. Her fingers were tingling, but the purple and blue was turning into a red as circulation returned to her hands. She rose and drew the curtains to her window shut and then slowly turned to face herself in the mirror. She dropped the blanket.

Bruises were everywhere, looking dark and ugly against the whiteness of her body. Her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying and she could make out the streaks her tears had left. She gingerly touched the nipple that Norrington had bit at. It was a bright red and was still sore. She had never wanted a bath more in her life. She needed to scrub away this feeling of being defiled. She needed to clean herself of the sweat left by Norrington that had mixed with her own. She had to be rid of the stickiness that was left between her legs. Elizabeth placed blanket over the mirror and went back to her bed. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms about them.

It had been the only way to save Will. She gave Commodore Norrington her hand in marriage to save the one man she truly loved, even though she did not believe he loved her at the time. But when it turned out that he did everything changed. And she had hoped the Commodore would have changed as well. But he didn’t. And so here they all were. Every one of them miserable. Elizabeth buried her head in her arms and began to sob.

She did not join Norrington for dinner that night, nor did he try to fetch her when her refusal was given and she hardly touched the food that was brought up. Elizabeth’s request for a bath was granted and after a long soak, she returned to her bedroom for the remainder of the evening. Try as she might, she did not get much sleep that night for she kept wondering what had become of Will?