I gotta tell you folks, I am REALLY missing James.
OUR DESTINIES ENTWINED MOVIE
“What am I going to do with you?” she says.The last thing which would make POTC5 - the last “Pirates of the Caribbean” movie in the long franchise a perfect movie for me now…….besides our Lizzie returning……is to have our beloved Commodore James Norrington in it!! Her breath catching when he inadvertently admitted he loves her, falling asleep to her sleepy rendition of Skylark, his begging her not to forget in the light of day that she’d pledged herself to him.įinally, she sighs contentedly, seemingly unconsciously nuzzling his arm. He knows then that she is comfortable believing he remembers nothing of last night. He waggled his eyebrows and she burst out laughing. “Orlando bought this fantastic bottle of real Scottish whiskey–not that swill you bloody colonials call ‘whiskey’–and you well know how weak I am for full-bodied brown things.” But it had backfired, and now the woman who felt more and more like the love of his life was asking why. So Orlando had gifted him a gorgeous bottle of fine aged whiskey and then he’d raced his gregarious friend to the bottom of the bottle–if only to ease the longing for a few hours. Because she shone so brightly and like the idiot moth he was, he couldn’t stay away. Because she’d gone on a date two days ago with a man who was surely a decent sort, but who Tom immediately disliked sight unseen. He’d gotten well and truly soused because he wanted her so intensely and couldn’t have her. He inhales deeply, once again delaying his answer. He moves to accommodate her, enjoying the scent of her so present in his nose: coconut, shea butter, and another sort of fruit…pomegranate? Exquisite. “Why did you get so drunk last night, anyway?” The question is casual, and as if to reflect that, she shifts over to lay her head on his shoulder. The desire to kiss her is almost overwhelming and his hands clench involuntarily. “Perhaps we should do something naughty together again.” “How unfortunate for me not to remember if we had,” he continues, teasing tone growing stronger the more she relaxes.
You don’t remember last night?” A tinge of exasperation has creeped into her voice, but he quirks his lips at her. If it were the early hours of morning, he’s sure it’d be “yes,” and perhaps when he gave it, she’d sit on his lap and press her luscious lips against his, grinding slowly down on his– “Remember what?” he asks, unwilling to answer just yet. It is one of his favorite places to be, especially with her. Her trailer is a reflection of her comfy and warm with pops of impish color. His cock strains against his trousers as it did last night, and he glances over at her where she sits on the couch next to him, legs tucked underneath her. Remembers her quiet greeting, voice rough with sleep. Remembers needing so sharply to hear her voice that it was an ache in his chest. Her voice is tentative, vulnerable, and for a split second, he is tempted to feign ignorance so that the strain of apprehension will melt from her body and they can be as they were.īut the truth is he remembers everything.
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