A/N: Here's a new little line of fics I decided to do with the idea sparked by a friend. Hope you guys enjoy, here's the first installment.
Title: A Week in the Life of the Turner's
Chapter 1: Monday
Sunday evening rolled over into Monday morning as the bedroom was bathed in the soft fore light of dawn. Content in her cocoon of silk sheets, a warm cotton blanket, and her husband spooning behind her, Elizabeth suppressed a stretch as she snuggled farther into the warmth. She was beginning to drift back into the blessed realms of sleep as she felt small peppered kisses placed against her neck and shoulders. A grin spread her lips as she turned in Will's loose embrace, maneuvering herself up on one arm.
"Good morning Mr. Turner." She leaned forward while brushing her lips faintly against his, feeling his hands move her hips closer to his own.
"Good morning Mrs. Turner." He replied as his mouth branded a path down her throat, coming to rest at the hollow between her neck and collar bone.
It was only the beginning for them as her hands massaged his chest, fingernails skimming lightly over his hardened nipples. His deft digits made his way across her flat stomach, settling over her bellybutton as his index finger toyed around the edged before dipping into the indention as his lips claimed hers. He swallowed her giggles as his fingertips skimmed her ribcage, his mustache twitching against her upper lip as he pulled away from her slightly.
"As much as I would enjoy spending the rest of this beautiful day making love to you properly darling, work in the smith does call my attention. I'm afraid I have neglected my duties well and long enough, the natives are becoming quite restless." He placed one last kiss against her lips before sliding from the bed quickly, donning his usual pair of cotton trousers as he walked around the room lifting a slightly dirty shirt over his head.
"Goodness sakes William Turner, will you at least wear a fresh top?" Elizabeth moaned as she stood up and slid a robe over her shoulders and walking to the large closet across the room concealed by a changing screen.
"Why bother with those while working in the smithy? The endless amount of laundry Ms. Ellington would have to do if I wore out a top a day. I'm fine Elizabeth." He grinned and tucked the tattered ends into the top of his trousers and donned his common brown and gray vest. Topping it all off with his wide leather belt, he slid socks to his feet and his feet into high rising boots prior to lifting a wide and medium length piece of cloth and tying his shoulder length russet locks to the nape of his neck efficiently before turning to face his wife.
"I shall be home this afternoon, I promise." He pulled her into his arms as his mouth slid over hers, his tongue slipping past the barrier of her pouted lips as she met him in the middle. Caressing the roof of her mouth he pulled away quickly, refusing to let her will him into another day away from the forge that needed him so.
Walking deftly from the room he made his way of the two story house and into the fresh Caribbean morning, the sweet sea scent filling his mind as he strolled the few blocks to the blacksmith's shop near the center of town. Digging the key from his pocket he undid the lock as a hand clapped his shoulder in greeting.
"Morning there Turner. Fine day today, isn't it?" James McHaffey asked as he crossed the dirt road to his own general store.
"Morning McHaffey, 'tis good to see you. How does your wife fare? And the new little one; may I ask what it was?"
"A little boy, right and proper. Going to grow up good and strong like his pa, I'd wager. Wonderin', when he gets to be a bit older, would you mind teachin' him the sword?"
"That'll be a good few years from now sir, but I would be delighted. After all, you and your wife were always good and kind to me when times were tough."
"Turner, I'd wager by then you'll have youngun's of your own."
"One can only hope." Will laughed as McHaffey walked into the General Store as Will did the same, letting the familiar sight and smell of the smithy rekindle the desire to create and mold. He greeted the docile mule in the corner as he harnessed him up to the contraption he'd fashioned to aid him in locating tools more efficiently.
Hinges were first on the list; the Smith family's door and a few windows had blown in, spoils of the storm that hit Port Royal a week ago. He set to business, lighting the oven and striking the old coals into a smoldering mass.
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The heat that radiated from the smithy never overwhelmed Elizabeth. In the long years she had known William Turner she often paid visits to the squalor and yet quaint little shop full of soot, hay and dirt. She smiled at the sight of her husband fast at work in the lingering hours of the afternoon over a particularly stubborn set of hinges. She chuckled quietly as he cursed and tossed them into the bucket at his feet while holding his singed fingers to his lips.
"William Turner, if I knew no better I would say you have been doing this a mere few days than the long years of service you've given to Port Royal inside this shop." She smiled and contentedly leaned against a large pillar, cocking her eyebrow at him in her usual fashion.
"You know Elizabeth, if my morning wasn't such a distracting one I would be able to concentrate more on the task at hand." He grinned while wiping the sweat off of his brow with the back of a work hardened hand as he walked lithely up to her.
"What exactly has your mind been occupied by, may I ask?"
"You." His voice was almost strained as he snaked both arms out to pull her flush against his body, his lips closing over hers. His tongue forced his way between her lips as she gasped, clutching at his shoulders. His hands splayed across her back as he pushed her up against the pole with his arms and hips.
"Will, you cannot seriously be considering this." Elizabeth's voice was raspy against his lips as his mouth trailed away from hers to her throat and down to the pillowing contours of her breasts as they rose from the tight dress she was wearing. Her hair was up in a messy bun as soft curls ran down the length of her neck and shoulders, tickling his forehead as she pulled his head back up to hers, looking deep into his almost black desire filled eyes.
"Are you terribly busy darling?" He asked and gently ran a callused finger down her cheek; pushing him away from her body she straightened her dress and skirts.
"I am not about to make love to you in this shop, where anyone at any time could waltz in and witness. I will see you at home for I only wished to give you incentive to return swiftly." She flashed him a sweet smile and pressed her lips to his swallowing adams apple, tasting salty sweat and Will before turning and making her way back out into the late Caribbean afternoon.
Will was left in the blacksmith's shop as he attempted to quell his raging desire for the woman that had just left what she called 'incentive'. If the tightness of his trousers was anything to go by her plan had worked efficiently. Trudging back to the glowing embers and the unfinished hinges, he hurriedly put them together and made sure they were completely useful before washing up and cleaning his tools.
"Saw Miss Elizabeth, she's lookin' mighty good now a days. Best if you kept her locked up in the house from now on." McHaffey laughed as he finished polishing off the now clean windows, taking notice of Will's hurried steps and careless manner in locking up the smithy.
"Not a problem you need to worry after McHaffey, I can take care of my wife in my own stylistic ways." Will jested as he almost jugged home, tossing the front door open before throwing his jacket to the couch as he tromped up the stairs. His hands had already maneuvered to his wide belt, leaving it on the floor in the hallway, his vest already off and over his head by the time he reached the bedroom door.
It hit the wall with a thud as the dimly lit room lay before him and he vaguely noticed the curtains drawn across the large double doors of the veranda as he kicked his boots in the corner. Elizabeth lay in the huge four poster bed, the blankets neatly folded under her elbows, her head resting lightly against the back-board. She merely glanced up at him with a small smile before returning to the book perched in her lap, her legs at a slight angle under the downy coverlet to lever the book for easy reading.
Will's socks followed his boots to the corner as he walked over to the bed. Sitting heavily on his side he reached out and took the book from her slender hands, tossing it over his shoulder.
"William, I was reading that." She growled, looking up at him as her eyes focused on his bronzed and very bare chest, a hue of purple invading her light brown eyes as was her custom when she was completely taken by her desires.
"I warned you once not to tease me Elizabeth, and though I could do nothing at the smith, our bedroom is another matter entirely." His voice was deep and scratchy, sending a chill of anticipation down her spine. Her eyes followed as he walked across the room and locked the door, coming to stand before the end of the bed. He crawled up over her, the blankets between them, and rested his full weight onto her lap. He sat back against his calves as he trained his eyes on her, his hands reaching out to undo the laces at the neck of the sleeping gown she wore.
"Exactly how long have you been perched in this bed waiting for my arrival?"
"Almost two hours." She conceded as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, her hands skimming over the rippled muscles as she tasted his shoulder. The same flavor of the hard working Will Turner filled her senses as she continued a path up his neck and across his cheek, finally settling over his lips as his mouth opened under the onslaught of her own.
Her tongue maneuvered against his enticing it to spar as their hungry lips dueled. Her groans were swallowed as they broke apart slowly, each sucking air into their starving lungs as he cradled her face in his hands.
"I don't think I will ever grow tired of your taste Elizabeth." His words were a rattled whisper against her swollen and red lips as he moved in for another small kiss. He reluctantly stood, looming over her as he pulled the blankets away and lifted her from the bed to stand before him.
"Can't very well continue if you are fully dressed now can we?"
He felt more than saw the shake of her head; she had taken her long flowing hair out of the constricting bun and it danced around her shoulders with the side to side motion. His mouth claimed hers once more as his arms moved around to her back and unlaced the tight garment. Dropping it to the floor, his trousers soon followed; his lips never leaving her own as they haphazardly fell back onto the open bed.
Her breathy laugher spurred him, his hands moving over her body quickly as his fingertips brushed over her shoulders and breasts, moving over the plane of her stomach to rest on her hips. Pulling her down he pushed himself up, joining with his wife. Each closed their eyes as they sank into the familiar feelings and sensations, Will's hips moved forward and back slowly at first before picking up a speed that sent their passion and desire for one another to its peak, and then very slowly brought them down and back into reality.
Clearing the stars from his vision he rolled to his side to keep from constricting his wife as she cradled her face in the crook of his sweaty shoulder, their breathing evening out. He barely caught her chuckle as she pulled back, reaching a hand out to push away stray hairs that clung to his cheeks and she placed a soft, sweet kiss to his slick forehead.
"My incentive seems to have worked out in the end for both our sakes."
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A/N: YAY TEAM! Our first chapter of the series is done! I'd love to hear what you guys think! And, it's going to be pretty difficult to write out seven different scenes with something of a plot, so I'd really appreciate your help! Drop me an e-mail:
Or leave me a review for an idea that you'd like to see written out! Like the idea of Liz taunting Will in the smithy. I've had it for a while and finally had a place to put it. So there it is! Thanks a million for reading and then reviewing, (subliminal messaging) and keep looking for the next installment named: Tuesday!
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