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19 August 2004 @ 04:40 pm
Covet 1  
In a desperate attempt to get my misbehaving, lazy, lying on the couch doing obscene gestures, muse in gear I started a small thing in PotC. It's sort of like Heaven and Hell and follows the same concept. Me trying to write 500 words and failing miserably. And it's unbetaed. So far it's two parts but I have the feeling more will come. No telling when though. So; Covet 1...


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Title: Covet
Author: Vesta
Rating: PG-13
Warnings, pairing: none
Disclaimers: I don't own them, I don't own anything. And I never, ever make any money.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you would be so kind.

Author's note: This is a desperate attempt to get my misbehaving muse in gear. My husband read it and said it was OK except for the last paragraph which was rubbish. All kinds of opinions are most welcome.
This is also unbetaed. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors.



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Commodore James Norrington lived to fulfil his duty. It was printed into his very bones. But it didn't stop him from wanting. The first had been a position in the fleet, to make himself a name. That part went well. The second was to marry a fine woman. That too he had accomplished. She was sleeping in their bed now. Mrs Elisabeth Norrington. And it was a complete disaster.

They had performed their scheduled coupling, as usual on Wednesday eves. And as usual, James had taken a stiff drink to encourage him. The gods knew he needed it. It was like mounting a corpse. He tried not to touch too much. He wasn't fond of the way his fingers dug into soft flesh, or how her breasts quivered in time with his thrusts.

The thought of how much he had desired this woman gave him a pinch in the heart. She was all he had ever dreamt of. Or so he had thought. Until she gave in and gave him what he wanted.

The gold turned into brass with the very first touch. He looked at her at their wedding night, all ready for him. And he realised he had never done it properly with a woman. Crewmembers and the occasional street harlot, but mostly his own hand and the feverhot fantasies that still plagued him. He tried to please her anyway. James Norrington didn't leave anything poorly done. But he failed. She had just looked at him and his wilting staff, and cried herself to sleep. James had spent the night on the couch. It took him three nights to accomplish the marital duty. That was what it was, a duty, not a pleasure.

She was not what he needed. And it was his own mistake that he hadn't understood that until too late. He craved a hard body and calloused hands that could grip him and hold him down. Not the soft, pleading touch of a woman. And there was a particular touch he seemed to need. He imagined those hands stripping him bare, and a muscled yet lean chest rubbing over his back. And then the inevitable; hard flesh sliding inside him. Those pictures had helped him perform for Elisabeth. But it wasn't enough.

James Norrington stood at the bedroom window, looking down over Port Royal. He could almost see the roof of the blacksmith. And he could well imagine sweat gleaming on Will Turner's body as he worked in the forge. A shiver ran through him. He coveted. He couldn't have but he coveted. There was no telling when he had started to want the unattainable. Maybe it was shortly after the incident on the parapet when Sparrow had escaped. Or maybe it was earlier, when he had seen passion shine in Turner's brown eyes and the strength in his hands when he slammed the tomahawk down on the table. *It is not enough,* Will had said. And he was right, it was never enough.
 
 
 
Inya: tattewaninyadreems on August 19th, 2004 12:41 pm (UTC)
Ewwww. Quivering breasts.... Not a nice image. Now the hard body and calloused hands! I must agree with that.

(Off to read the next part.)
Vestabiggelois on August 20th, 2004 04:57 am (UTC)
Yeah, well...Sorry 'bout the quivering. But it makes it easier for Norrington to choose the right path, don't you think?
Inya: calminyadreems on August 23rd, 2004 01:18 pm (UTC)
I agree. But then I would - quivering breasts do nothing for me LOL!
azure_k_melloazure_k_mello on August 1st, 2005 06:52 am (UTC)
Ewww... girly bits! I read part six on a mailing list and couldn't resist looking up the rest. this is fab so far!
Vesta: prombiggelois on August 1st, 2005 08:41 am (UTC)
Everybody gets so upset about the girly bits :) Had to put them there though, just to have James heading in the right direction. Fab! Thanks.