James Norrington / Reader - Happy Ending
Suddenly your dreams turned dark and violent; you were fighting with your father but this time instead of stabbing you he managed to stab James who then died in your arms. In the dream you tried to stop the bleeding with your hands but it got very obvious when he started to cough blood that he was not going to survive. You tried to convince James that he was going to be just fine as you pressed the wound, feeling the warm, red liquid gushing out and forming a pool of blood under his dying body, staring into his hazel eyes as life left them and suddenly… he tensed up his muscles, gasped once and died. You started to scream and cry violently, feeling his body getting limp and cold.
You opened your eyes and gasped for air. The room was dark and silent but soon you noticed a little bit light in the corridor, getting stronger as a sound of footsteps got louder. After few seconds a man in his long white night-shirt appeared at the door of your room with candelabra and stormed in without any delays. James, who had been given the room right next to yours, had heard you screaming in your dreams, lighted three candles and left his bed immediately. He put the candelabra on the table and sat beside your bed. He helped you to sit, wrapped his arms around you and after you had calmed down a little he helped you to drink some water.
- I watched you die. I couldn’t save you. you explained with a voice that was filled with sorrow and shock.
- But you did. James spoke softly and brushed your hair with slow, comforting movements. “It was only a nightmare” he added as he felt your body shaking a little against him.
- What if I didn’t? you stated and drew back to look at James’ face. You had to see his expression when you said the following “What if my father succeeded? What if we’re dead but we just do not realize it?” James looked at you with an expression that revealed to you that he did not quite know what to say. Yes, he had been hurt too since your father had managed to cut him with your sword quite many times but… none of his cuts had been lethal… but of course… he couldn’t be entirely certain because it all had happened so fast… and parts of it were blurry even for James.
- You see, even you cannot say for certain. you sobbed and gasped between sniffles.
- I am quite certain. James stated and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Besides, would it matter?” he asked and paused to say a soft “Shhh” to calm you down. “As long as we’re both here… I don’t really care” he spoke against your forehead that was covered with cold sweat. You snuggled closer and hid your face into the crook of his neck.
- Will you stay with me? you asked, or more like pleaded after a moment, expecting James to refuse your request based on his manners but for your surprise James smiled against your forehead and whispered “Yes” without hesitation. “Thank you” you sighed and lay down with James’ help. You rolled on your right side and waited James to lay down as well. He blew off the candles, walked on the other side of the bed and lay down next to you, getting under the same large blanket. Then he rolled on his side to face you and searched your hand in the darkness.
- I am right here. he spoke and tangled his fingers with you. “Try to sleep. You’ll heal faster if you sleep” he stated softly and got a little bit closer, slid his hand up on your arm and finally, after caressing your cheek for a moment, he placed his hand on your back to hold you close.
The rest of the night you slept quite peacefully. You still had some disturbing dreams but this time no one died and you felt safe as well as protected as you faced dangers together with James. Then you woke up early in the morning as the darkness started to melt away into a new day. You were still sleeping face to face with James and you realized that this was the first time you were actually sleeping with him. Yes, when you had spent the night with him on your old ship neither of you had actually been able to sleep and then the next time you had met you had spent the night in the cold, humid cell.
James looked very handsome in the gentle morning light, his features were not shadowed by any worries like before and this time he looked calm and peaceful. He had long, dark eyelashes that framed his soulful eyes, strong eyebrows that made him look very stern and assertive when he furrowed them but now… now his face was completely relaxed and he looked tranquil. He was still sound asleep, breathing slowly and sometimes even smiling a little and therefore you were absolutely certain that he was having pleasant dreams.
You tried to imagine what he was dreaming about but your questions were soon answered when you got a little closer and felt something hard pressing against your stomach through the two layers of fabric, his long night-shirt and your light nightgown. You knew that you should probably restrain you from taking advantage of the fact that James was sleeping and you were not, but in your eyes you were already married to him, physically and mentally at least, the rest was just paperwork.
You rolled James on his back and waited a moment to see if he had woken up as the result of such change in his sleeping position. When you were sure that he was still asleep, you slid your hand under James’ loose shirt and felt his chest with light, yet determined motions. You noticed immediately that he had more defined muscles now, most likely due to the fact that he had been exposed to manual labor during the past months while he had been sailing the Caribbean and tried to find you. You of course did not know it for sure but that was what you deduced; he was more tanned now, wore more casual clothes and he definitely felt stronger… not that he had felt weak before, oh no, but you could tell the difference for sure… and you liked this change very much.
You pulled his night-shirt slowly higher and exposed his stomach as well as chest all the way to his armpits. You admired his tanned torso for a moment, memorizing every scar and mark before landing soft kisses on his skin. You traced his muscles with your lips as well as your tongue, sometimes barely touching and sometimes devouring him with openmouthed kisses while your hand slowly moved lower to caress his thighs and finally to his member that was already semi-hard for you. You blew hot air on his skin as your hand caressed his manhood with slow, gentle strokes. You restrained your actions because you did not want to wake him up, not yet at least because you wanted him to enjoy his dreams a little bit longer. Now you pulled the blanket lower from his hips so you could admire him better.
James’ chest rose and fell with a relaxed pace as you gently wrapped your hand around his length and trailed down on his stomach with light kisses that eventually led you to the area of his groin. You had done this once before but it was a long time ago so you took it slowly, recalling how he had reacted to your touch the last time. You studied his physique with your lips as well as your tongue, followed the veins and discovered all the spots that made him shake and gasp in his sleep. You kept your hand tightly wrapped around the shaft of his hard flesh as you took him into your mouth.
He tasted salty as you sucked him, just lightly, and moved your hand to caress his testicles so you could test how deep you can take him into your mouth. You shifted yourself a little to change the angle and let him slide deeper, pressing your lips firmly against the smooth skin that was decorated with some well-defined veins. You went slowly up and down a couple of times, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your lips until you had to get some air. Suddenly you remembered that the door of your room was open and every moment that you stalled, it increased the possibility of getting caught, which excited you and instead of making you stop, it pushed you on. However you had a dilemma; should you give him pleasure quickly and risk him getting noisy and possibly waking up, or should you do everything very slowly so James could sleep a little longer… but there was a risk that your maid would come to your room to see if you’re fine… and find you doing things to James that no proper unmarried woman should do.
You decided to be slow and gentle, savoring every moment with all details; the way he looked completely relaxed, well, not completely, considering that one part of him was extremely tensed, the way he sounded as his breathing got a little quicker and he started to moan, the way he tasted… the way he moved in his sleep, completely at your mercy. You gave him pleasure with your mouth, using your tongue, lips and taking him as deep as you could, building his orgasm very slowly and stopping just as he was about to come. You adored him, appreciated every inch of him and every gasp and moan he made was a confirmation to you that what you were doing to him was not unnatural or dirty. It was the right thing to do, just one of those ways to show him that you loved him, to make him feel good… to make him want you more so he would never leave you, however this time you knew that he wouldn’t.
After quickening your actions, slowing down, quickening them again and repeating this many times you finally decided that you would allow him to come, you had had your fun for quite some time already so you intensified your actions and soon he started to pant as well as moan quite loudly. You had already heard noises around the house as the staff had woken up and it meant that your maid was going to storm in any minute now. You had been entertaining yourself with James’ sleeping body for an hour already, first just touching and kissing and then moving down to explore further, and now it was time to take him to the sweet end.
- Pease, don’t stop… For the love of God, let me come. James pleaded and grabbed a pillow to muffle the sounds of his approaching orgasm with it. You quickened your actions, wrapping your other hand around his shaft and moving your hand firmly up and down as your mouth sucked the tip of his manhood and your other hand fondled his testicles. You felt the muscles of his thighs tensing up and then relaxing at the same time when he groaned quite loudly into the pillow. You removed your hand and let him slide as deep as you could take him, sucked every last drop of him and then returned to kiss as well as lick his manhood until he returned to his relaxed state.
- So much for patience-huh? he asked and chuckled when you pressed soft kisses on his lower stomach, slowly getting higher and then pulling the white night-shirt down like nothing had happened. You heard footsteps getting closer so you pulled the covers on you and him and returned to sleep on your back next to him. The maid assumed that you and James were still sleeping so she turned away and closed the door so the noises of the house wouldn’t disturb you. You after all needed all the rest you could get.
- So… What was that about? James asked and rolled on his side to face you. You kept your eyes closed and tried to keep your face on neutral even though a smirk was attempting to take over your features constantly. “For a moment I thought that you would never let me finish” he stated. Yes, he had been awake for the most part but he had been too curious to know what would happen if you had full control of the situation and therefore he had done his best to pretend that he was asleep… all the way to the final moments.
- Hush now, I am sleeping. you whispered and chuckled a little.
- Sleeping-huh? James asked and traced your breasts through your nightgown.
- Yes, it was only your dream. you whispered and tried to ignore his touch even though it was getting harder by every passing second because the nature of his caresses changed from light and fairly innocent to determined and arousing.
- You’d better stop unless you’re ready to take me all the way. you mumbled with your eyes closed, feeling James getting a bit closer and leaning in to kiss you, but just as he was going to land his lips on yours, he stopped getting any nearer and blew hot air on your lips instead.
- Maybe I will just tease. he spoke, sometimes brushing your lips with his and then added “And test how much you can take before you’ll beg” with a sultry, morning-husky voice. “You certainly took me to the edge of my sanity” he stated bit your lower lip as he squeezed your hardened nipple. This caused shivers to spread all over your body, waking up an urgent need to kiss James but as you tried to lift your upper body engage his lips, you accidentally yanked your body and a sharp pain hit you, making you whimper while you tried to breathe through the pain. James got immediately further away from you, worried that he had caused pain to you by putting some weight on you or something… perhaps he had inadvertently touched the bandage of your wound and caused you serious discomfort instead of pleasure.
- It seems that you have to wait after all. James spoke and supported his weight as he leaned in to kiss you. “Fortunately I can tell you what I would have done” he spoke against your lips.
He told you that he would have loved to lower himself on top of you and nest between your legs so when he would have kissed you slowly, deeply and intimately he would have trapped you tightly against the mattress, holding your hands firmly against the pillow and eventually he would have freed his one hand to explore your beautiful body. “Oh, I would have locked your hands above your head to make sure that you couldn’t resist me” he murmured to which you responded by saying that you wouldn’t resist him anyway. He spoke softly that he would have rubbed himself against your most sensitive spots, making you lose your breath “…Until you would have begged me to kiss, suck and lick you there” he said and continued by describing all the ways and places where he would have wanted to kiss you; devour your neck, nibble your earlobe, trace your collarbones with his tongue, suck your hardened nipples through the light fabric while his hand would have explored them under your nightgown.
- Then I would have ripped your nightgown in half. he murmured but the statement made you laugh instead of making you shiver in excitement. “No, you wouldn’t” you replied and smirked against his lips defiantly. “You wouldn’t dare” you stated with a tone that challenged James to continue… to prove you wrong.
- Yes, I would have… because I would have tied your hands to the bedpost. he stated with a victorious and slightly mischievous tone. This time you did not laugh and for a moment James feared that he had crossed a line and made you feel uncomfortable. However after processing the mental image of yourself being tied to the bed with your ripped nightgown and James admiring your naked form, in total control, ready to test the boundaries… how long it would take to make you beg… you made a sultry “Mmm” –sound and asked him to tell you more.
- I would have taken my time to make you aroused and frustrated beyond your comprehension. he said and then continued with a deep, seducing tone. “Let me assure you, I would have enjoyed every moment of the sweet procrastination” he mumbled and added “I would have done it so slowly in fact that you would have spread your legs for me yourself.”
- I doubt it. you whimpered. You couldn’t believe how his mere words were able to make you so willing and ready, so needy that if you had not been injured, you would have ripped your nightgown off yourself and pulled him on top of you immediately.
- Oh, you want me to spread them wide open for you? James asked and brushed his nose against yours playfully. “Do you love it when I am in control?” he asked while staying so close that you could feel his warmth radiating from his body, his breath on your face but you still couldn’t actually feel him… just those random brushes of his lips and nose every once in a while.
- Yes. you sighed and bit your lip involuntarily.
- Good. he murmured and then continued by saying “Now, where was I?” with a mischievous tone.
- Oh yes… I would have teased you so long that you would have begged me to give you my curious tongue. he said and traced your lips with his tongue softly. “You can feel me down there, can’t you?” he asked as he slid his tongue sneakily into your mouth. Yes, you were deep in your daydream, so deep in fact that you could feel him doing everything that he described. Your chest had started to heave a little more as James demonstrated with your mouth how he would pleasure your most intimate areas… as soon as you were fully recovered.
- I know you do, but I want you to say it. James mumbled against your lips and lured you to open your mouth as soft moans escaped your lips. “Yes” you moaned and moved your hips just a little to gain some friction in those areas. “Tell me more” you pleaded impatiently.
- I would lick you with my warm and gentle but determined and assertive tongue… Enjoy every drop of you as your arousal would grow deeper and more intense. he described and then continued with the same luring tone “Slide my fingers in as deep as possible to discover your hidden secrets and to satisfy that need…”. James leaned closer again and slid his tongue into your mouth. You sucked it a little and then met it with yours, letting him dominate your mouth entirely, but only briefly because too soon he abandoned your lips once more. “…The need that is driving you insane right now” he added after drawing back for a moment. He nibbled your lower lip teasingly, drew back to wait you to get frustrated and finally pressed his lips against yours after denying the contact that you so much needed. Finally James gave in to the temptation and slid his tongue into your mouth again, explored it slowly, dominating your lips as well as your tongue entirely. Then he drew back once more and chuckled lightly when you whimpered from the sudden loss of contact with him.
- Would you like me to fill you properly? he asked as he stared at your flushed cheeks and swollen lips that were parted and waiting for him to kiss you again. You kept your eyes closed and whimpered “I need you… please, hurry.” as you kept pressing your thighs together and moving your hips a little to intensify your daydream. “I suppose that is a yes then” James said, leaned closer to kiss you and bit your lower lip softly.
He soon soothed the sting by massaging your lip sensuously with his tongue and sucking it almost roughly which made you moan against his mouth rather loudly, so loudly in fact that James had tell you to be quiet. “I love all your delicious moans, (Y/N) but for now you must not make a sound” he spoke and then lowered himself to kiss you again. He explored your lips gently at first, luring you to open your mouth for him and then deepened as well as intensified the kiss gradually. In your dreams he was deep inside you, moving with slow and long yet intense thrusts and then grinding himself to you so his lower abdomen would have rubbed against your most sensitive areas.
James restrained himself from doing nothing more than to kiss you, although the kiss had grown to be intensely sensual and sensuous. He however assumed that you probably needed some actual stimulation to make you reach your climax so he placed his hand carefully on your lower stomach and slid it between your legs on your nightgown, providing you some pressure and something to rub yourself to. He did not dare to do anything further because he trusted you to know where your boundaries were; how much of your hips could you move without causing yourself pain.
You squeezed your thighs tightly together with James’ hand between them, his fingers pressing against your sensitive spot and helping you closer to your release as you moved yourself against him with small, careful movements that caused you no discomfort. He kept kissing you, mimicking the way he would make love to you and after a moment you reached your orgasm. It did not take plenty of stimulation because you had gotten so in-tuned from the description and James’ voice that the additional contact with his fingers had been just the final addition to push you over the edge.
- Now you know how our wedding night is going to be like. he spoke against your lips and brushed your lady-parts through the fabric softly as he listened to your moans getting less vocal and eventually fading away completely.
- I am looking forward to it. you replied and opened your eyes.
- Did you have pleasant daydreams? James asked mischievously and smirked at you.
- I did. you replied.
- What did you dream about? he asked curiously.
- A lady doesn’t tell. you smirked but decided to admit anyway. “Hm, I dreamt about… You… and only you” you said and then asked “What about you?” in return. James rolled on his back and pulled you to rest against his chest. “I know you had a pleasant dream… About me, I hope” you mumbled wearily. He took a deep breath and then replied playfully “I do not dare to tell yo-“
- After everything you just said… Now you’re suddenly so shy. you said with an amused tone.
- It would make you blush. James stated and ran his fingers up and down on your arm. His touch was calming and soft, it soothed away all the terrors of the previous night and even pushed the grief further… Yes, the grief that you knew that you would have to face soon. You knew that you had lost your father a long time ago and the man that had lived in his body has not been… well, him… for ages but still, the truth was that you would surely mourn for your father’s passing and shed a tear or two… however not now. Now you just enjoyed the fact that James was there with you and neither of you was going anywhere. This was indeed the beginning of your life together, in peace… and there was nothing that could keep you and James apart from now on.
- Very well, keep your secrets. you mumbled and pressed a kiss on his chest, the part that was exposed from the V-shaped collar.
- I will show you on our wedding night. he said and closed his eyes.
You and James slept until noon and then got out from bed. You however had to return to bed almost instantly but then James suggested that he would assemble a bed-like place for you to hang out in the garden. Like that you wouldn’t be just trapped in your room while the sun shined and the sea glimmered in the horizon. He ordered the servants to gather a couple of mattresses and many pillows and to carry them into the garden that was located behind the house. The house itself had been built on a hill that ended into a cliff and the garden was just at the cliff which provided a stunning view to the sea and to the private harbor where your new ship, given you by your father after you had wrecked the old one at Port Royal, had been anchored.
James carried you into the garden and lay you down on the pillows, under a tree that was currently in full bloom. He sat next to you and stared at the horizon with a calm smile on his face, knowing that later today he would make the necessary arrangements for the wedding. He had asked one of your captains to handle the official “will you take this man… I pronounce you…” -business as soon as your injury had healed… which would take approximately three weeks still but James knew that time would slip away quickly, especially now that he did not have to miss you anymore.
He thought about the suggestion that Gillette had made and thanked himself for not accepting it even though at the time he had been very tempted to do so. James however had held his ground firmly and as the result he would now have a future with you, which was more than he had ever even dared to hope. During the days that followed you visited the place where your father had been buried and made your peace with the fact that you had been pushed to take a life to save another. You reestablished your fleet as merchants who did business with Spain and other merchants but this time with the proper authorization. You had to fire a couple of sailors who rather continued as pirates but you managed to replace them with men that had been seeking a way out from the pirate-lifestyle. You also made James your co-commodore and from that moment on you and he made the decisions together, shared the profits as well as the responsibilities.
Then finally you were fully healed and it was time to marry James. You got married in the garden among few selected friends in the light of the setting sun. It was a beautiful ceremony, simple and short, no long festive speeches were needed because you and James already knew everything there was to say… and the most important thing to say was that you loved him above everything else and you knew that he felt the same way about you.
Therefore when the sun set and the guests moved into the decorated banquette-hall to begin the celebration, you walked to the edge of the cliff with James and took the leather chain off your neck, the one that carried the small bottle which you always had with you… the very same that you never talked about. You stared at the trinket for a moment, inhaled slowly and threw it away into the sea. You took James’ hand and exhaled slowly as the pendant got out of sight, making you feel… lighter.
- Why did you throw it away? James asked, not even actually knowing what "it" had been because you had never answered his questions about it. He raised your hand on his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
- I did not need it anymore. you said and turned to face your husband. “You’re my freedom now” you stated, wrapped your arm around him and pressed your cheek against his fine, beautifully decorated shirt.
Indeed, you did not need an easy way out anymore… because you knew that every moment of your life from now on, no matter how sad or distressing, would be worth of living. You were happy, truly… intensely… profoundly… entire… and quite plainly… just… happy.