Battling Destiny
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,941
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
James had had a rough few days but he was feeling infinitely better. Midday sunlight was streaming in through the porthole leaving him feeling refreshed and energized yet relaxed thanks to Destiny’s continual care. In fact he felt so much better that he was excited to begin his first duties as admiral.
Destiny on the other hand was looking much worse for the wear, which he could completely understand. Though he was fully capable of tending to himself and had used today solely to complete his recovery she had not left his side for more than twenty minutes at a time and had done her sleeping upright from her watchful position in the chair, which certainly was not the most comfortable slumber. Even as he gazed at her now in repose he was sure she was going to have a very stiff neck when she woke.
He used the uninterrupted opportunity to take in her beauty. Even in exhaustion she exuded an alluring delicacy. Her long lashes were sweeping over that porcelain skin and her long russet curls were tumbling over the edge of the chair. She was breathing deeply through softly parted lips, ruby red lips that looked as if they were begging to be kissed, tempting him to partake of her sweetness.
He’d fought that urge quiet a few times over the last day. She always seemed to be close, engulfing him with her tantalizing scent, laughing softly at something he’d said or sharing her own story.
James had learned that not only was she tender and thoughtful, she was actually quite witty. He’d laughed more with her today than any other person, male or female, he could recall.
Even more amazing, he had not once thought of Elizabeth but now that he had he realized how ill suited they were. He had never laughed with her, he’d never experienced any type of warm gentleness from her, and on closer scrutiny he always seemed to be some type of novelty to her, as if she were testing him to see how far he would go for her.
He thought back to his promotion ceremony that she had managed to ruin and he appreciated just how selfish and narcissistic she actually was.
He wished her well but knew his infatuation was completely finished and wished luck to the next man.
He gazed again at Destiny and simply knew that she was the complete opposite type of woman. She’d shown him more kindness in three days than Elizabeth had shown him in five years.
She shifted precariously in the chair and he worried that she might fall out of it, a moment later she almost did. He moved quickly to her and scooped her up easily.
James surveyed the room a moment before deciding it was not a good idea to put her on the bed. With three days of sickness on it he didn’t want to chance anything, not only that it seemed far too intimate.
Deciding her room would be best, he crossed the room and shifted her slightly to open the door.
“Admiral Norrington?” She stirred sleepily in his arms.
“Anyone who has witnessed my innards qualifies for a first name basis. Call me James.” He said with a smile.
She yawned and returned his smile drowsily. “Are you feeling better?”
“Absolutely. Thank you very much.” James said and shifted her again to open her own door.
He set her gently on her bed and watched as she instantly snuggled into her pillow, giving a soft sigh. He could not resist trailing a finger down her smooth skin as an emotion he could not name filled his blood.
She was still in her gown so he pulled a blanket from the cupboard to cover her with before leaving her sleeping soundly. With nothing but short naps for the last three days she had a lot to catch up on.
He would check on her after dinner, he knew she had not eaten a proper meal since she’d boarded, perhaps he would bring her supper. Maybe he should have woken her fully so she could change into her nightdress and be more comfortable. Or maybe she was hungry now.
He forced himself to move from her door and his ridiculous self interrogation to his business on the deck of the Valiant, his finger still tingling where it had touched her.
James had had a rough few days but he was feeling infinitely better. Midday sunlight was streaming in through the porthole leaving him feeling refreshed and energized yet relaxed thanks to Destiny’s continual care. In fact he felt so much better that he was excited to begin his first duties as admiral.
Destiny on the other hand was looking much worse for the wear, which he could completely understand. Though he was fully capable of tending to himself and had used today solely to complete his recovery she had not left his side for more than twenty minutes at a time and had done her sleeping upright from her watchful position in the chair, which certainly was not the most comfortable slumber. Even as he gazed at her now in repose he was sure she was going to have a very stiff neck when she woke.
He used the uninterrupted opportunity to take in her beauty. Even in exhaustion she exuded an alluring delicacy. Her long lashes were sweeping over that porcelain skin and her long russet curls were tumbling over the edge of the chair. She was breathing deeply through softly parted lips, ruby red lips that looked as if they were begging to be kissed, tempting him to partake of her sweetness.
He’d fought that urge quiet a few times over the last day. She always seemed to be close, engulfing him with her tantalizing scent, laughing softly at something he’d said or sharing her own story.
James had learned that not only was she tender and thoughtful, she was actually quite witty. He’d laughed more with her today than any other person, male or female, he could recall.
Even more amazing, he had not once thought of Elizabeth but now that he had he realized how ill suited they were. He had never laughed with her, he’d never experienced any type of warm gentleness from her, and on closer scrutiny he always seemed to be some type of novelty to her, as if she were testing him to see how far he would go for her.
He thought back to his promotion ceremony that she had managed to ruin and he appreciated just how selfish and narcissistic she actually was.
He wished her well but knew his infatuation was completely finished and wished luck to the next man.
He gazed again at Destiny and simply knew that she was the complete opposite type of woman. She’d shown him more kindness in three days than Elizabeth had shown him in five years.
She shifted precariously in the chair and he worried that she might fall out of it, a moment later she almost did. He moved quickly to her and scooped her up easily.
James surveyed the room a moment before deciding it was not a good idea to put her on the bed. With three days of sickness on it he didn’t want to chance anything, not only that it seemed far too intimate.
Deciding her room would be best, he crossed the room and shifted her slightly to open the door.
“Admiral Norrington?” She stirred sleepily in his arms.
“Anyone who has witnessed my innards qualifies for a first name basis. Call me James.” He said with a smile.
She yawned and returned his smile drowsily. “Are you feeling better?”
“Absolutely. Thank you very much.” James said and shifted her again to open her own door.
He set her gently on her bed and watched as she instantly snuggled into her pillow, giving a soft sigh. He could not resist trailing a finger down her smooth skin as an emotion he could not name filled his blood.
She was still in her gown so he pulled a blanket from the cupboard to cover her with before leaving her sleeping soundly. With nothing but short naps for the last three days she had a lot to catch up on.
He would check on her after dinner, he knew she had not eaten a proper meal since she’d boarded, perhaps he would bring her supper. Maybe he should have woken her fully so she could change into her nightdress and be more comfortable. Or maybe she was hungry now.
He forced himself to move from her door and his ridiculous self interrogation to his business on the deck of the Valiant, his finger still tingling where it had touched her.