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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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5,272
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Breasts
Title: Breasts
Author: Lydia Nightshade
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: HET sex, unabashed Elizabeth love and repeated use of the word breasts and its similes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters they belong to Disney and their pact with Satan. I own this fic though. So HA!
Summary: Will and Elizabeth discuss her bosom and have some hands on experience with ‘em.
Beta: Nope. I don’t think he could stomach this lol! Boobs are not his forte. *smooches*
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Author’s Notes: Everyone is always talking about how Keira’s got no breasts and they’re so small etc and since I’m personally fascinated by her magic bosom I thought I’d write this little thing.
Author's Notes 2: I actually wrote this ages ago, but for some reason never posted it here. I'm usually a slash author so I apologize if this isn't the best hetero sex scene you've read, but you get what you pay for. ^_~
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Elizabeth sighed as she looked in the mirror of her and Will’s bedroom. The young bride stood topless, hopelessly pushing up her small perky breasts in an effort to make the impressive cleavage she always achieved clothed. To her disappointment every time she let go they would plop back to their separate place and be nothing to make young men swoon.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered.
“Are you doing that again?” Will’s gentle voice questioned. Elizabeth turned to see him standing behind her in only his nightshirt and flushed with embarrassment at being caught. “Love, you’re beautiful, why do you always do this?” He circled her with his arms, effectively covering the sources of her dismay.
“I can’t help it,” she moved his hands to expose them once again, “It’s just not fair. My mother was much bigger than this!” William laughed, burying his face in the nape of her neck.
“No she wasn’t. I’ve seen the paintings.” Elizabeth scoffed.
“I can’t believe you looked! That’s my mother we’re talking about.” She pulled away and walked to the bed to retrieve her nightgown. “Were you trying to figure out the source of your misfortune?” She snapped. Before she could dress Will was there, stopping her and pushing her down to their bed.
“No, just wondering where my wife’s most perfect asset came from.” He cooed, placing a kiss to each perfect mound. Once again Elizabeth’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “I love it when you blush.”
“Oh shush. I’m not some delicate English Rose that blushes at every mention of her body because she’s just so demure and modest.” She rolled her eyes in an attempt to brush off the obvious truth that she did flush whenever her breasts were mentioned—the one part of her body that made her self-conscious.
“I know you aren’t,” Will said nonchalantly, slowly running his hands up his wife’s sides to massage her petite bosom. “But,” he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, “you always flush,” he leaned in for a tender kiss as she moaned and moved into his caress, “when we talk about your cleavage.” He looked down to see her perfect cheekbones turned completely crimson, but this time from arousal and smiled. “Now that’s the color I like to see,” he purred, continuing to roam his ands over her breasts and placing small kissing to them.
“Mmm, you always know how to cheer,” she stopped to gasp, “…me up.” She could feel the heat rise in her body as Will’s kissing moved lower and lower until he was parting her legs and pleasuring her with his silky tongue. Moaning loading she fisted the sheets as his strong, gentle hands gripped her trembling thighs and his whirling tongue made her gush in ecstasy.
“Oh god!” she cried out as the flutters of orgasm assaulted her body making her fell like nothing but cartilage. Lying completely placid on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in a fine sheen of sweat she looked up with adoration to her husband’s smiling face—his lips and facial hair glistening from her own essence.
“Now my other favorite part of you,” he panted, leaning down to her full lips, licking and nipping at them before he mashed their mouths together in a fierce kiss. Tasting herself on her husband’s lips made her heart flutter and she wrapped her legs around his slim, sturdy hips, pushing his erect cock toward her already wet womanhood.
Her slim fingers reached down to lift up his nightshirt revealing his smooth flesh. They both moaned as Will slowly pushed in, thrusting slowly at first and then faster and faster until both were whipped into a sexual frenzy. Elizabeth scratched her nails now Will’s back making him groan deep in his throat and thrust even harder and deeper. He pulled at her hair, releasing it from it’s tightly bound coils and spreading it over the pillows.
“Elizabeth!” Will panted as he finally came deep within the walls of his wife’s velvet cavern. She followed, not even able to speak, but merely squeezing the flesh on his back. Will collapsed on top of her, both recovering from their orgasm. Shortly after he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at his blushing bride.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, stroking back her sweat soaked hair and kissing her full lips once again. Elizabeth returned the kiss, running her fingers through Will’s silky curls and running her legs against his. She sighed happily as she felt him still inside her, flaccid, but comforting.
“I love when you stay in me.” She breathed when they finally parted from the kiss. “I feel so perfect when you’re with me… even if I do have the body of a ten year old child.”
“Lizzie!” Will scolded, exasperated by his wife’s comments. “Did I not just prove to you how desirable you are?” She giggled and pulled him down for another kiss. Will pulled back. “No, I’m not kissing you again until you admit you have perfect breasts and any man would be lucky to have you.”
“Hmm, does that mean I have permission to be adulterous?” she teased, raising a finger to her chin. “That Jack Sparrow is a rather dashing fellow, you know.” Will’s eyes filled with mock anger and he swatted her with a pillow.
“Maybe you’re right. You’re breasts aren’t much bigger than mine, why should I bother with you?” He huffed, earning himself a punch from his ‘fragile, demure’ wife. He laughed and swatted back. Soon they were wrestling like children.
“Go run off with Jack, maybe I’ll go after Anamaria.” Elizabeth guffawed loudly at this.
“She’s no bigger than I!” She shrieked as Will tickled her and pinned her down once more. “Cheater, you know all my weak spots.” She pouted as was her specialty.
“Stop it. I know you’re faking.” Will scolded.
“Really? You didn’t five minutes ago,” Lizzie quipped.
“Harlot!”
“Eunuch!” They stared at each other, pretending to be intense and offended. Sadly neither could hold the look for very long and once again they lost all pretence and laughed at their insecurities.
“Alright, perhaps they aren’t so bad.” Liz relented. “But I wouldn’t mind a little more.” Will rolled his eyes and pinched her breasts making her squeak.
“You just want me to prove you wrong again.” He teased, his voice deep and dulcet. He chuckled as Liz whistled innocently, her thighs encircling him.
“Never, moi. I am a proper English Rose, sir.” Will looked at her cynically.
“Mmhm, sure.” He quipped, sneaking a finger between her legs and making her moan. “Very demure, love.” She smiled cheekily and spread her legs further. Will pursed his lips in thought for a moment before diving beneath her underskirt again. “Very well—we’ve time before dinner!” He popped back up for a moment, his brow furrowed in contemplation.
“What is for dinner anyway?” Elizabeth paused, trying to remember what she had ordered their cook to make for them. Suddenly a smile crept over her face and she burst into uncontrollable laughter. “What?” Will questioned. Elizabeth couldn’t respond, still too busy laughing. “What’s so funny?” Will whined, shaking her leg in earnest. Elizabeth stopped and looked at him seriously.
“…..chicken breasts.”
~fin~
Hooray for boobies!
Author: Lydia Nightshade
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: HET sex, unabashed Elizabeth love and repeated use of the word breasts and its similes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters they belong to Disney and their pact with Satan. I own this fic though. So HA!
Summary: Will and Elizabeth discuss her bosom and have some hands on experience with ‘em.
Beta: Nope. I don’t think he could stomach this lol! Boobs are not his forte. *smooches*
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Author’s Notes: Everyone is always talking about how Keira’s got no breasts and they’re so small etc and since I’m personally fascinated by her magic bosom I thought I’d write this little thing.
Author's Notes 2: I actually wrote this ages ago, but for some reason never posted it here. I'm usually a slash author so I apologize if this isn't the best hetero sex scene you've read, but you get what you pay for. ^_~
Elizabeth sighed as she looked in the mirror of her and Will’s bedroom. The young bride stood topless, hopelessly pushing up her small perky breasts in an effort to make the impressive cleavage she always achieved clothed. To her disappointment every time she let go they would plop back to their separate place and be nothing to make young men swoon.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered.
“Are you doing that again?” Will’s gentle voice questioned. Elizabeth turned to see him standing behind her in only his nightshirt and flushed with embarrassment at being caught. “Love, you’re beautiful, why do you always do this?” He circled her with his arms, effectively covering the sources of her dismay.
“I can’t help it,” she moved his hands to expose them once again, “It’s just not fair. My mother was much bigger than this!” William laughed, burying his face in the nape of her neck.
“No she wasn’t. I’ve seen the paintings.” Elizabeth scoffed.
“I can’t believe you looked! That’s my mother we’re talking about.” She pulled away and walked to the bed to retrieve her nightgown. “Were you trying to figure out the source of your misfortune?” She snapped. Before she could dress Will was there, stopping her and pushing her down to their bed.
“No, just wondering where my wife’s most perfect asset came from.” He cooed, placing a kiss to each perfect mound. Once again Elizabeth’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “I love it when you blush.”
“Oh shush. I’m not some delicate English Rose that blushes at every mention of her body because she’s just so demure and modest.” She rolled her eyes in an attempt to brush off the obvious truth that she did flush whenever her breasts were mentioned—the one part of her body that made her self-conscious.
“I know you aren’t,” Will said nonchalantly, slowly running his hands up his wife’s sides to massage her petite bosom. “But,” he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, “you always flush,” he leaned in for a tender kiss as she moaned and moved into his caress, “when we talk about your cleavage.” He looked down to see her perfect cheekbones turned completely crimson, but this time from arousal and smiled. “Now that’s the color I like to see,” he purred, continuing to roam his ands over her breasts and placing small kissing to them.
“Mmm, you always know how to cheer,” she stopped to gasp, “…me up.” She could feel the heat rise in her body as Will’s kissing moved lower and lower until he was parting her legs and pleasuring her with his silky tongue. Moaning loading she fisted the sheets as his strong, gentle hands gripped her trembling thighs and his whirling tongue made her gush in ecstasy.
“Oh god!” she cried out as the flutters of orgasm assaulted her body making her fell like nothing but cartilage. Lying completely placid on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in a fine sheen of sweat she looked up with adoration to her husband’s smiling face—his lips and facial hair glistening from her own essence.
“Now my other favorite part of you,” he panted, leaning down to her full lips, licking and nipping at them before he mashed their mouths together in a fierce kiss. Tasting herself on her husband’s lips made her heart flutter and she wrapped her legs around his slim, sturdy hips, pushing his erect cock toward her already wet womanhood.
Her slim fingers reached down to lift up his nightshirt revealing his smooth flesh. They both moaned as Will slowly pushed in, thrusting slowly at first and then faster and faster until both were whipped into a sexual frenzy. Elizabeth scratched her nails now Will’s back making him groan deep in his throat and thrust even harder and deeper. He pulled at her hair, releasing it from it’s tightly bound coils and spreading it over the pillows.
“Elizabeth!” Will panted as he finally came deep within the walls of his wife’s velvet cavern. She followed, not even able to speak, but merely squeezing the flesh on his back. Will collapsed on top of her, both recovering from their orgasm. Shortly after he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at his blushing bride.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, stroking back her sweat soaked hair and kissing her full lips once again. Elizabeth returned the kiss, running her fingers through Will’s silky curls and running her legs against his. She sighed happily as she felt him still inside her, flaccid, but comforting.
“I love when you stay in me.” She breathed when they finally parted from the kiss. “I feel so perfect when you’re with me… even if I do have the body of a ten year old child.”
“Lizzie!” Will scolded, exasperated by his wife’s comments. “Did I not just prove to you how desirable you are?” She giggled and pulled him down for another kiss. Will pulled back. “No, I’m not kissing you again until you admit you have perfect breasts and any man would be lucky to have you.”
“Hmm, does that mean I have permission to be adulterous?” she teased, raising a finger to her chin. “That Jack Sparrow is a rather dashing fellow, you know.” Will’s eyes filled with mock anger and he swatted her with a pillow.
“Maybe you’re right. You’re breasts aren’t much bigger than mine, why should I bother with you?” He huffed, earning himself a punch from his ‘fragile, demure’ wife. He laughed and swatted back. Soon they were wrestling like children.
“Go run off with Jack, maybe I’ll go after Anamaria.” Elizabeth guffawed loudly at this.
“She’s no bigger than I!” She shrieked as Will tickled her and pinned her down once more. “Cheater, you know all my weak spots.” She pouted as was her specialty.
“Stop it. I know you’re faking.” Will scolded.
“Really? You didn’t five minutes ago,” Lizzie quipped.
“Harlot!”
“Eunuch!” They stared at each other, pretending to be intense and offended. Sadly neither could hold the look for very long and once again they lost all pretence and laughed at their insecurities.
“Alright, perhaps they aren’t so bad.” Liz relented. “But I wouldn’t mind a little more.” Will rolled his eyes and pinched her breasts making her squeak.
“You just want me to prove you wrong again.” He teased, his voice deep and dulcet. He chuckled as Liz whistled innocently, her thighs encircling him.
“Never, moi. I am a proper English Rose, sir.” Will looked at her cynically.
“Mmhm, sure.” He quipped, sneaking a finger between her legs and making her moan. “Very demure, love.” She smiled cheekily and spread her legs further. Will pursed his lips in thought for a moment before diving beneath her underskirt again. “Very well—we’ve time before dinner!” He popped back up for a moment, his brow furrowed in contemplation.
“What is for dinner anyway?” Elizabeth paused, trying to remember what she had ordered their cook to make for them. Suddenly a smile crept over her face and she burst into uncontrollable laughter. “What?” Will questioned. Elizabeth couldn’t respond, still too busy laughing. “What’s so funny?” Will whined, shaking her leg in earnest. Elizabeth stopped and looked at him seriously.
“…..chicken breasts.”
~fin~
Hooray for boobies!