Midnight On The Garden Bench

Is not owning POTC, Elizabeth, or Norrington.
This is not part of the Barbossa story arc.
This is a tale about The Commadore and the Governer's Daughter. We hope you enjoy.
Commadore Norrington didn't have a first name, so Charlie gave him one.

It was many hours after sundown, and the moon was full, high and bright in the star studded sky.

Commadore Norrington, tall and proud in his red coat with wide braid, led Ms. Swann, his betrothed to a secluded bench in a far corner of the garden.

"You look quite lovely tonight, Elizabeth, if I may say so." He watched her from the corner of his eye. The Governer's daughter wore a lovely gown made of soft brocade with a long full skirt and tight bodice. Her hair was up and she wore a delicate necklace.

"You may." Elizabeth glanced at him thru lowered lashes. "You are... well- turned out this evening.

"My thanks, Ms. Swann." Norrington's profile was sharp, and his powdered wig almost shone in the moonlight.
He watched her from the corner of his eye. Her dark blonde hair was golden, and her fashionably pale skin seemed to glow. The tops of her breasts drew both the moonlight and his gaze. He slid a fraction of an inch closer to the young woman.

She hid a smile. "Please, you must call me Elizabeth."

"Edward. If you please."

She nodded. "Edward?" She waited until he turned to face her. " I would ask a favor of you, if you would indulge me?" She ed hed her head slightly to the left.

"Anything you ask of me, Elizabeth, I would do." He leaned closer to her.

"Kiss me." She turned fully to face him, leaning toward him.

"Elizabeth?"

"We are to be wed, and other men kiss their fiancee`s." She was insistant, slipping her hand over his - on his knee.

"I see your point, indeed it is an easy request to fulfill." He leaned forward, bringing his hands up to frame her face, gently brushing her soft pink lips with his own.
He drew back only to have Elizabeth wrap her small hand around the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

One hand slipped from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling in her soft hair, the other, of it's own violation, ended up on a breast.

Her other hand latched upon his waistcoat front.

Norrington rubbed his thumbs, one across a jeweled hairpin, the other across soft, velvety flesh.

Elizabeth pressed forward, lips parting for Norrington's tentively seeking tongue. She moaned when his palm grazed her nipple over her dress.

Norrington licked her bottom lip as he pulled away.

"Don't stop." She whispered.

"He tugged the hairpins from her hair and tossed them aside. Threading his fingers into her soft, curl-laden mane, Norrington pulled her into another deep kiss.

Both her hands now gripped his waistcoat.

Tipping her head back, he kissed her long, pale neck, his free hand returning to bre breast.

She gasped and her brown eyes fluttered shut.

Norrington couldn't stop. For months, he'd wondered, dreamed about what she felt like, what she tasted like.
Now, he would know.

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Surely this was Heavan; the cool night, t he chirping of crickets, and her fiancee's mouth on her skin.

She loved Will, but like a brother, his kiss never set her aflame like this.

Heat settled into her lower body. Oh, she burned for the Commadore.

She whimpered as he pulled away, but he only shifted position; swinging a leg over to straddle the stone bench and pulled her even closer.

Her hand slipped from his coat and landed in his lap.

Now he gasped. His hand flew down and grasped her hand- stopping it from leaving. They both were breathing heavily.

"Elizabeth, we should stop." He whispered, his hot breath moist on her ear.

"Yes, we should." She breathed, pulling his head down to the swell of her bosom, where he'd left off.
The hand on hers spasmed, causing hers to tighten against his swollen manhood. His hips bucked and she grinned.

Daringly, with the hand that returned to her bodice, he squeezed her breast again, this time on purpose. She arched closer.
Her soft sounds encouraged him further, releasing the hand on his trouser front, he now had both hands on the swell of her breasts.

"More!" She breathed.

Silently, he nodded, reaching for the bodice closures, needing more of her pale flesh.

She left her hand in his lap.

Freeing her just enough from her dress, he bent his head to lick at her hardened, pink nipples.
"Oh!" She arched again.

He growled-not enough- he released a nipple and he reached down, picked her up and shifted her position to mirror his. He lifted her legs over his and pulled her hard against him, her heavy skirt now hiked to her knees.

Elizabeth braced herself, arms behind her, having to let go of his neck and his maleness.

He lowered his head to feast on her exposed flesh and her head fell back; hair cascading down her back.

Suddenly he lifted his head, hazel eyes gleaming in the scant light the moon offered.
"Shall I stop? I shall if you want me to." His voice was harsh, rough over her skin.

"Stop and I'll kill you!" Her voice was strained.

"Lay back."

She lay back on the bench, hair hanging off the edge.

He was above her, gazing upon her over-spilling flesh glistening with his kisses and glowing under the moon. "Don't worry, Elizabeth. I shan't hurt you."

Moving his hips, he pressed against her, suppressing a moan. Briefly, he closed his eyes, burning her image on to the back of his eyelids. He bit his lip then opened his eyes again to fill his eyes with the sight of the woman who was going to be his wife.

He lifted his hands to her breasts, then slid a hand up to touch her face, fingers caressing her silken skin.

She sucked a finger into her mouth wantonly, making a moan when she scraped it with her teeth.

"Oh, you tempt me." He groaned, bucking against the heat of her inner thighs.

She pulled him down atop her. Kissing, tongue and lips meshing together in a dance as old as time, he freed his hands and used one to support his weight, he didn't want to squish her. The other moved to her knee, inching up her skirt.

She buried both hands in his hair- pulling out the two curls carefully placed above his ears. She allowed her legs to open even wider, relishing the heaviness, the hardness of him.

His fingers quested for, and found, her nest, hot and wet.

She gasped loudly and tensed.

"Trust me, Elizabeth." He lifted up to look into her eyes when he slowly eased his forefinger gently into her soft folds, thumb ing ing her hidden pleasure nub.
"Augh!" She screamed into his mouth, fingers tightening in his powdered hair.

He grinned and rubbed her clit again, her body arching again deliciously.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and brought it back into his with hers, mimicing the movement with his finger, then two fingers- her soft cries inflaming his blood.

All too soon her body seemed to seize, her breath came in short gasps, her eyes rolled back in her head and she clenched internal muscles hard around his fingers.

Gently, he removed his hand from under her skirts, kissing her again.

She wrapped her trembling legs around his waist, heels pressing against his buttocks. Wordlessly, she urged him to take care of himself.

His head fell, guided by her grip, to the hollow of her neck and he began to thrust his hips.

His grip on her hips tightened and he grunted as he spilled his seed inside his white uniform trousers.

Elizh."h." He moved slightly, lips beside her ear. "When do we marry?"

"As soon as possible, my darling Edward. As soon as possible!" She laughed, gently kissing her lover tenderly on the temple.


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