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Author's Note: I can't stand fics that show Will as weak or girly. Having rewatched the movie last night, I was caught by the scene in which he apologized for having blacksmith's hands. This is the result.

Will had blacksmith hands – toughened from the heat of the fire, calloused from the handle of the hammer, instruments of his art. Elizabeth welcomed the feel of those hands on her skin. His hands were gentle, yet held the promise of strength that could be released if she so desired, if she whispered the right words. His rough fingers on her nipples aroused her like no gentlemen's hands could, and his hands spread across her back, pressing her to him, made her shiver. And when he plunged his cock deep within her, his hands gripped her hips and buttocks, leaving marks of his possession on her as though his hands had been immersed in the flames of his forge. Those blacksmith's hands urged her to ride him, made her feel free and wild, made her writhe in his arms and bite his neck. Elizabeth felt the burn rising inside her, and when he breathed her name the pleasure was as sharp and deep as a stab from one of his swords. Then her hands clutched his shoulders in soft imitation of his touch, and she whispered those words that would unleash his passion completely upon her: "Don't stop." He didn't.