All These Things That They've Done | By : PiratesWench Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 2077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Another month’s passing found
Nicolette riding a beautiful stallion over the hills of Prince Noel’s
land. Noel had given her her own horse,
which she sadly named Jacob. Noel had
been the kindest of hosts, giving Nic anything that she needed and being the
most noble of gentlemen with her. He
rode alongside her on his horse, Misty, a packed basket tied to her
saddle.
“Almost there,” Noel called
out. “Are you doing all right?”
“I’m fine,” Nic said, smiling – yes,
smiling. “This is wonderful.”
After ten more minutes of riding,
they reached the spot that Noel had picked out. He dismounted Misty first, then helped Nic to the ground. Elegantly, he spread out a blue wool blanket
and took their lunch out of the basket.
Nic sat
down, focusing on the breathtaking view surrounding her. Tyrine was a rather large island, compared
to many in the Caribbean, and it was very easy to forget where you were unless
you looked far out into the distance and saw the light blue line of the
ocean. Perched on this hilltop, she
could also see Noel’s castle…which she still had a hard time believing that she
was living in. No, she hadn’t forgotten
about Jake. She spent many sleepless nights
crying over the loss of her love, but she never had to do so alone if she didn’t
wish to. Noel had been the epitome of
that “rock” on which one could lean on.
Over the
past weeks, Nicolette learned much about the prince – most interestingly that
he ruled over nothing here. His parents
were still monarchs of a very tiny country in Europe and his older brother was
slated to take the throne once they stepped down. Noel had expressed great interest in leaving the cold, harsh
winters that his homeland offered him, so his parents graciously commissioned
that a home be built for him in the warm, tropical climate of the
Caribbean. He was a lucky, albeit
lonely, man.
Noel had
never managed to find anyone who could hold his interest intellectually, and
just when he thought he had managed to, the person’s façade melted and they
were once again a commoner ogling someone with a “title” which honestly meant
nothing. He longed for a lover – no, a
wife; a family. He made trips into town
often and, now and then, bedded a pretty face, but nothing ever came of it and
he never brought them back home with him.
While fate,
it seemed, had been cruel to Nic, it had been a moment of fortune for Prince
Noel. A beautiful, intelligent woman
was all but dropped into his lap, and he had the luxury of playing her white
knight to the fullest extent. He longed
for so much more, but understood the loss she had suffered and would make no
play to move in on her shattered heart.
They possessed all of the time in the world and if Nic continued to stay
on at the castle, then, in time, Noel knew the family he longed for could be
theirs.
Back to the
situation at hand…
Noel had
finished setting out the lunch that Henrietta had put together for them and
smiled at the beauty before him.
“You’ve no idea how wonderful it is to see a smile on your face,
Nicolette.”
The girl
blushed. “I’ve told you at least a
dozen times that Nic is fine, Noel.”
“Yes, I
know, but your name has such a beautiful sound to it.” He arched an eyebrow. “Does it bother you that I call you by your
full name?”
A deeper
scarlet washed over her face. “No. Of course not.”
Noel smiled
and handed her a fresh strawberry.
“You’re a very good rider.”
“My family
had horses. I started to ride just
after I learned how to walk.”
“Me
too.” The prince positioned himself so
that he was on his side, propping himself up with an elbow. “You haven’t been graced with the easiest of
lives.” This certainly wasn’t a
question. He knew of the fate of Nic’s
family as well as her recent loss. The
pain from both was visible in her eyes in spite of the smile on her face.
“I suppose
not.” She looked down into her lap; the
sun was causing the red dye in her skirt to shimmer. She felt Noel move closer, but didn’t look up. She then felt his finger under her chin,
gently tilting her face to meet his eyes.
“I do hope
that I’ve been able to…” He paused,
unsure of what the proper wording should be.
He gave up, choosing, “…help you.
Have I?”
Nic gazed
deeply into the green gems before her and a wave of emotion rolled through her
body. “You saved my life and took me
into your home.” Her voice was a
whisper. “You let me stay with you
knowing full well that I had been living a life of piracy…You stayed up with me
on nights when I couldn’t bear to sleep…”
Noel wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. “You’ve been nothing less than wonderful to
me. I don’t believe there is any way I
can repay you.”
“There is
no need for repayment, Nicolette,” Noel said, his eyes still locked with
hers. “However, I feel it only fair to
tell you that you’ve captured my heart and taken my soul as yours.” The girl’s eyes widened slightly and her
lower lip trembled, tears threatening.
“I promise to be your friend, always, but if you ever find that your
heart is mended enough to be loved again, please, I beg of you, let me be the
one to do so.”
“You?” She found herself truly shocked that Noel
had felt this way about her.
“I’m sorry,
Nicolette. Perhaps none of that was
proper for me to say, but I felt that I may have burst if I hadn’t. I’ve fallen in love with you and I hope
that, someday, you may fall in love with me as well.”
“I…” It had been nearly two months since her life
was forever changed. Was that enough
time to mourn? Enough time to move on? Both Nic’s head and heart were torn, but in
the end decided that, yes, it was.
Noel’s kindness had won her over long before his confession, but she
clung to her love for Jake. As far as
she knew, he was gone now, and she longed for her heart to feel full again…and
now it did. “…I already have.”
A smile brighter
than the sun above them appeared on Noel’s face. “He will always be in your heart, and I will never try to push
him out of it. I promise.” He leaned forward and gently claimed the
lips that had been haunting his dreams.
He had thought that Nic would be shy or hesitant, but he found that she
was eager, perhaps even relieved. His
arms wrapped around her small frame and the kiss deepened, he could feel her
face warming. When he felt her arms
mimic his, he forced himself to pull away.
“Could you be happy with me?”
Her answer
was sure. “Yes.”
He placed
his lips next to her ear and whispered, “You shall want for nothing.” He felt her shiver under his breath, then
felt her eyelashes on his neck. She was
poised to let her lips caress his skin, but was obviously nervous about doing
so. He encouraged her, “Take what you
want…what you need.” He closed his eyes
in bliss as she did as she wanted, her mouth gently toying with his flesh. He would deny her nothing, but he would not
put any pressure on her either…everything was to move at the pace she wished
for.
Her
emotions on a high, she felt her body aching in a way that it hadn’t for so
long. She had had a dream or two about
her body uniting with Jake’s, but woke up to find no trace of desire left over
– that part of her physical and mental self was awake now. Noel, she was convinced, could make her feel
the way all women wish to feel…and she understood, with a clear mind, that she
was in desperate need of that.
Noel,
please, make love to me! Her mind
shouted the words, begging her mouth to say them, but she couldn’t force them
out. She pressed her mouth to his, her
tongue beginning to explore, while her fingers worked at the buttons on the
prince’s shirt. Soon his chest, which
had comforted her weary head so many nights, was warming with the sun. She kissed the perfect skin there, the need
in her continuing to mount. If she
couldn’t say what she needed to say, she could surely show him.
His pants
were crumpled on the blanket soon after and Prince Noel Harstone was basking in
sun, the breeze being as curious about him as the woman he was undressing. His lips never left her as he undid the
laces of her corset. When her dress
fell open, he eagerly tasted her flesh, suckled at a breast, drew invisible
patterns on her skin… Her body, not any
words, let him know when she was ready.
The warmth that enveloped him made colors flash behind his closed
lids. His rhythm was deliberately slow,
both not to hurt her, and to draw out the exquisite pleasure of their
union. Much to his surprise, Nicolette
coaxed him onto his back, taking control of everything surrounding them. She needed a quicker pace, she needed to
find her release before everything inside her could tell her to stop…it never
did. She climaxed silently, her mind
truly letting Jake Delmone go.
She bent
down so that her body was flat against her new lover’s, and Noel was aware that
she was crying. He held her there for
what could have been a minute or an hour – finally, she spoke. “Make love to me…”
“Wasn’t I?”
he asked, sweetly.
Nic smiled
through her tears. “Yes…but I couldn’t
find my voice earlier.”
Noel wanted
to say so much then, but chose to smile back at her and coyly say, “Well, now
that you’ve found it, my dear, perhaps you care to use it?” He rolled her onto her back and began moving
his hips in a circular motion that triggered quite the response from her. Nic’s satisfied moans filled the air around
them and her legs wrapped around his waist.
The feeling of being so close to someone that he found stimulating in so
many ways was enough to send Noel careening over the edge. His release set off another in Nic and they
lay exhausted, still connected to one another.
Noel kissed his love before moving to her side. Once there, he moved her hair and lavished
light kisses along the back of her neck.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.
“…every night…” Still nude, the
couple drifted off to sleep.
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