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State Your Name	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Wedding Night Jitters

          “Darling?” James asked as he knocked on their bedchamber door feeling as though he had been gone an acceptable amount of time to let her prepare. Reaching for the door handle he turned it and entered the room slowly hoping that he wouldn’t catch her by surprise or startle her. “Dear?” He questioned.

          “Yes?” She answered finally sitting on the bed nervously. Then she stood up clasping her hands in front of her only to sit down nervously again not sure weather or not to sit or stand and didn’t seem to be able to make up her mind. Norrington smiled a bit seeing how nervous she was.

          “Is everything alright? I was a little concerned when you didn’t answer.” He said walking a bit closer and setting the candle down on a table. She smiled a little and nodded quickly standing again clasping her hands behind her back for a moment before letting them drop down to her sides.

          “Oh yes. Of course, everything’s fine. Just fine. I’m fine.” She paused a moment and looked around as she found herself sitting down again. “How are you?” She asked crossing her ankles and folding her hands on her lap. James chuckled a bit and unbuttoned his vest taking it off putting it on a chair that was next to the table.

          “I’m doing well myself I think.” Walking over to Bonnie, she started to sit up again but he caught her wrist and smiled sitting down on the bed and pulling her to sit down with him. He could feel the way she trembled at his touch and wrapped his arms around her holding her close. “Don’t be afraid Bonnie.”

          “I’m not afraid.” She said a little defensively. Norrington kissed her neck ever so tenderly and her entire body tensed and bristled at the touch. It only proved that she was terrified. His strong arms held her close letting her know that she was safe and he meant her no harm.

          “Bonnie.” He said gently.

            She sat quietly for several moments before she started to speak, “Lord Beckett knows that you and I never met before that night in his chambers.” She said softly. “He said I was not a suitable candidate for a bride, but a mistress at most.” Her eyes never lifted as she repeated the words that were said to her earlier.

          “The words of a small man. Angry that he let you slip through his fingers darling.” He said with a soft sigh irritated that he hadn’t broken up that meeting on the terrace a bit earlier. He had a feeling that Beckett would have said something vicious and cutting to her, even though a gentlemen would have kept a civil tongue in his head. “I never wanted you for a mistress, I wanted you for my wife. Remember?” He said gently holding her tightly. “Beckett is a fool.”

            Bonnie wrapped her arms around James resting her head on his shoulder holding him tightly. Norrington smiled when she did this, it was the first time she really showed him any return of affection. She was always so guarded, which from the little they did know about each other, was perfectly understandable.

            Pulling back a little bit he reaching up cupping her face in his hands smoothing her hair back out of her face so he could see her eyes. He kissed her gently, and then place another more lingering kiss to her lips. Bonnie was hesitant but then she returned his kiss. Her eyes opened as she looked up at him. “Don’t fear me, Bonnie.” He whispered. “Don’t be afraid.” He breathed stroking her hair. Kissing her once more, Bonnie smiled a little feeling a little nervous. Norrington smiled as well still stroking her hair but moved his other hand to wrapped around her body, laying her back carefully on the bed beneath him to make her more comfortable.

            Down at the fort that wasn’t to far away from the Admiral’s residence, Beckett stood at the window of his office drinking a large glass of brandy. He watched the candle flicker at the upstairs bedroom window of James Norrington’s home, and his eye twitched slightly when he saw it extinguished. He could only imagine what sort of activities were going on in the darkness.

            It irritated him that he let her get away that simply. That he allowed the two of them to make a fool of him in such a gross and covenant manner. What was worse, he couldn’t just let it go. She was a conquest that was more then just a simple conquest. He wanted her, to possess her very being. He could remember the taste of her lips, and the intoxicating sweet scent of her skin. It wasn’t the soap that she had bathed with, nor the perfume that had been applied . . . it was something else. Something that was enticing and caught his eye even before she had opened her eyes the first day she was captured and brought to his attention. It had been his intention to seek her out again once Norrington had left port and perhaps proceed with his curiosities and desires in a different manner if he truly was a friend of the family.

            However their marriage was not only unexpected . . . but it meant that she belonged to James Norrington now. At this very moment, it was James Norrington who was holding and possessing that sweet, beautiful, intoxicating creature. She had hell fire in her, in her eyes, in her spirit. Yet at the same time she was like pure white fallen snow like they had back home in England . . . and it was Norrington who had the pleasure of making the first mark upon it.His eyes narrowed still starring at the window as he finished his drink.

Morning

          “James?” Bonnie said coming down the stairs looking around a little tired but awake. “James Norrington?” She called out again looking for her husband. Hearing his name being called he stood from his desk in his study and walked to the door way.

          “I’m here.” He said opening the door. Bonnie came down the stairs the rest of the way and walked to the study as James stepped aside letting her in, taking her hand and kissing her cheek before closing the door behind her. “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to make you search for me.”

          “What’s going on? Is everything alright?” She questioned. “I thought you would be coming back?”

          “Yes dear, everything is fine.” He said with a polite smile. “Just a few documents that needed my signature and some other things that needed to be seen to.” Stepping closer he wrapped his arms around her waist. “And how are you? Hmmm?” He said with a slight grin. “How are you feeling this morning?” He said softly.

            She blushed a bit as he pulled her closer to him. “I’m fine.” She said almost in a quiet whisper as she looked around afraid that one of the maids or servants might have been watching or may walk in at any moment. “I’m . . . uh . . . how are you?” She said not sure what else to say.

            He chuckled a little, “I’m wonderful. Never been better.” He said kissing her softly. “I promise you . . . each time will be a little better then the time before.” He whispered in her ear. Bonnie’s face blushed a bit more red at his words. “Just a little time is needed.” Bonnie nodded a little as her eyes turned downcast embarrassed at the conversation. Norrington decided that it was all that was needed to be said at this time. Taking her hands in his he smiled, “Now, have you any family we should notify?” He questioned. “Any relatives or friends that would like to know of our marriage?”

            She shook her head a little, “My brother was the only family I had that I knew of. He died years ago.” Norrington nodded a bit not intending to press the issue since he imagined it wasn’t a particularly pleasant subject for her, not having any family.

          “Alright. Well I suppose then that will be a bit less of a headache for both of us. Before we were married I had no family in Port Royal. All of my family is in England, a few are scattered here and there through another country or two. So you needn’t worry about the formalities of meeting them for sometime.” He said with a smile. “All we need do is get to know each other now.”

          “James.” She said softly. “Why were you called away this morning? Who came to the door?” She hadn’t forgotten what had first brought her looking for him in the first place. The fact that he hadn’t returned after the housekeeper came and said that there was a messenger from the fort that had specific instructions to deliver his message to the Admiral personally.

            The Admiral’s smile faded a little as he saw that he couldn’t keep it from her even though he wished too. “It seems that I shall be going on this expedition with the fleet instead of staying behind to let my second take his first command mission as was the original plan.” He admitted deciding it was best not to beat around the bush.

            Bonnie frowned as she looked at him, “By whose order?” She said rather unhappy to hear this news, knowing that he could be away for several months if not half a year or more should he leave with the fleet.

          “Lord Beckett’s.” James answered honestly. Bonnie starred at James a moment before she sighed.

          “This is my fault.” She said remembering the dinner party the night before and the look on Beckett’s face when he approached her. The sheer evil in his eyes and the venom that dripped from his words. Norrington could see her becoming more upset and shook his head reaching for her hands again. “James it’s my fault, you know it is. He’s punishing us for deceiving him and then marrying behind his back.”

            James took her hands in his. “Shhhh, Bonnie.” He said quieting her. “Even if that were the case, what harm is it?” He asked. “It’s a petty punishment to say the least. We are married, man and wife and there is nothing he can do about it. The fleet won’t be ready to sail for at least another few weeks and we’ll spend every available moment together.”

          “He’s trying to get you killed, can’t you see that?” She said in disbelief. “Sending you to war is at the most basic of levels wanting you dead. That is absolutely immoral!” She cried. James smiled and held her hands in his.

          “Darling. When we get to know each other a bit better, and you have come to have known me longer . . . you will have learned to have faith in my military and navel skills. There is a reason my military career has been as successful as it has my dear. Just because Lord Beckett sends me to sea, doesn’t mean I’m going to suddenly fall to ruin no matter how much he wishes it. Truth be told, being on sea is more natural to me then being on land. Beckett may have the final say over things here, and the last word in every matter . . . but out there . . . it is me who is in command.”

            Bonnie looked into his eyes and could see that he wasn’t worried about it. That he was confident that there was hardly any danger of his being sent with the fleet since he was a seasoned enough sailor and solider. “What am I to do while you are away?” She said softly. Here, James’ confident smile faded a bit. “You’ve no family here, neither do I. Once you’ve left I’ll be alone again.”

          “It will be different this time. You have a home, and a family, and will be well looked after in my absence, I promise you.” He said starting to think about it more himself. “Lets not talk of this now. There will be plenty of time for that later. It’s a beautiful day. Lets go for a stroll along the beach, shall we?”

            Bonnie half smiled and nodded a little. James nodded as well and took her by the hand so they could prepare to go out.

Worrisome

            A knock came to the door of Beckett’s office as he was writing out a requisition form. At first he ignored it and continued to write. A few moments later the knock came again. Giving a sigh, Beckett reached out dipping his quill in the pot of ink and called out “Yes, come in.” before he continued on with his scribbling.

            The door of his office opened and a figure stepped in closing behind them. He glanced up a moment still writing, then stopped when he saw who it was. “Mistress Norrington.” He said starring at her for a moment. “I hardly expected you to come visiting me unaccompanied by a bodyguard.” He commented sarcastically before dipping his quill again and continuing on looking back at his parchment.

            Bonnie reached up pulling her hood back uncovering her head as she looked at Beckett with a frown. “James is seeing to the fittings on one of the ships. The carpenters are worried that the mast is weak at the base.” She said explaining why she was there at all.

          “That is terrible news.” Beckett said not even bothering to look up at her. Bonnie removed her gloves as she walked closer to his desk, wanting to return to the house as soon as possible. She hated being anywhere near this man, much less be in a room alone with him.

          “I’ve come to beg you to reconsider your order.” She said quickly. “Please. Please don’t send James on this expedition. Let him stay here as was the original plan.” She pleaded.

            Now she had Beckett’s attention. His eyes shifted up towards her a moment seeing the desperation in her eyes, and hearing the sincerity in her voice. “Now why on earth would I want to do that?”

          “His second has been waiting for his chance to take his own command and lead the fleet on an expedition. There is no reason to take such a commission away from him, and James is just married. It simply doesn’t make any sense.”

            Beckett reached over putting his quill in the ink pot and stood from his desk walking around it slowly. “The order has been given, all the arrangements have been made, the fleet is sailing on the 15^th of next month . . . to make any changes at this point would be a terrible inconvenience and quite the task.” He said crossing his arms leaning against the desk. “So I ask you again.” He looked her in the eye. “For what reason . . . would I possibly want to resend the order?”

            Bonnie looked at him for several moments, seeing the look in his eye. It made her heart sink and her stomach turn. “For what reason did you give the order in the first place?” She said narrowing her eyes countering his question.

            Beckett smiled and chuckled a bit. “Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie . . . my beautiful Bonnie . . . If you are not prepared to bargain for what you want, with what you have that I want . . . then why bother coming to me at all?”

            She felt sick to the very depths of her soul, “I don’t know.” She said starring at him. “Perhaps I had hoped you had a bit of human decency and kindness in you. What a foolish hope that was.” Turning she started to walk out but he seized her arm and pulled her back looking into her eyes as he grasped her jaw with his free hand forcing her to look at him. He couldn’t help it, but his grasp on her body started to grow tighter, and tighter still until she whimpered slightly at the pain he was causing.

          “Kindness and decency aren’t traits found in a man of good business.” He said. Leaning close to her ear he whispered, “I always get what. Everything I want in the end.” Holding her for another moment he finally released her and Bonnie almost fell to the floor from his grasp. Quickly she hurried to the door and exited slamming it closed behind her. Beckett breathed deeply a moment, barely able to draw a breath as his eyes shifted towards the door. He swallowed a lump in his throat, finding himself extremely aroused just from her closeness, from touching her if only for a moment. “I’ll have you too.” He said, now more determined then ever.

Gifts

            “What on earth is this?” Bonnie asked wide eyed as James started to blindfold her. However she quickly moved his hands away “What are you doing?”

          “It’s a surprise.” He said moving the soft sash back to her eyes and tieing it securely in place so it wouldn’t fall and she would be unable to see. “You don’t want to spoil the surprise do you?” He questioned.

          “I’m not sure I like this game of yours James.” She said nervously. Norrington smiled and waved his hand in front of her face to make sure she couldn’t see before taking her hands and leading her to a chair.

          “Alright darling, now sit here a moment. Carefully now.” Bonnie held tight to his arms, unsure of her footing, and slowly sat down. She grasped the arms of the chair for security, feeling so incredibly vulnerable without her sight. “Alright?” He questioned. He squeezed her hand reassuringly to let her know she was safe, and then let it go. He disappeared and Bonnie reached out after him, but he was already gone. Her hands returned to clutch the arms of the chair once again.

            A few moments passed by before she recognized the sound of James footsteps returning. James placed something in her lap and reached for her hands, placing them upon it. She didn’t know what it was, it felt like a bulky blanket. Norrington untied the sash and removed it from her eyes at last so she could see.

            Bonnie looked to see a bundle in her lap, not sure what it was and looked up at James for some sort of explanation. Norrington just smiled at her and nodded for her to open it. Bonnie looked at the blanket a moment; her curiosity peeked when she saw the cloth move around a bit.

            Reaching for the corners, she pulled the blanket open and her eyes went wide and lip up brightly. There in the blanket, was the most beautiful golden puppy she had ever seen. He was half asleep, and rather cozy and warm wrapped in the blanket. He gave a huge lazy yawn licking his lips whimpering slightly that he had been uncovered at all. A large blue bow had been fashioned around his neck indicating clearly that he was a gift. Bonnie ran her hand carefully over his satin like soft fur and his little tail wagged in approval as he nuzzled her hand requesting more of the same. “Oh James, he’s absolutely precious.” She said with a giggle when his small pink tounge started to lap at her fingers.

          “One of my officers had news of his Labrador having just given birth to a litter of pups. When he told me of this, I knew I must have one for you. They are the most remarkable and extraordinary creatures. Very intelligent from what I’ve witnessed.” He said watching her play with the pup. “And he will keep you company while I am away.” He added.

          “James.” Bonnie said giving him a look, “A Labrador or any other creature of any kind is hardly a substitute for that of a husbands company.” She said with a soft sigh, still leery of the fact that Beckett had decided to send him at all. Even more so with what happened when she went to Culter’s office to ask that he resend the order. She decided it wasn’t a subject she wished to discuss right now and smiled, “What shall we call him?” She asked.

            Norrington looked at the small dog and smirked slightly, “How about Cutler. Might be an appropriate name for a dog.” He said reaching out and giving the pup a small pet.

          “Oh no, I like him to much.” She said picking the puppy up and holding him closer. Of course she was referring to her fondness of the animal, not the man. “My brother had a dog once.” She said petting the puppy as he started to chew on the bow that was on his neck. “Jack.”

            Norrington started to laugh, “Oh no . . . your joking.” He said hardly able to contain his laughter at the irony.

            Bonnie looked up at him. “What?” She asked, “Do you not think it is a good name for a dog?” She asked a bit confused.

          “Absolutely perfect for a dog.” James said shaking his head. “I couldn’t think of a better one really.” He couldn’t help but laugh a bit more as he turned walking over to the window opening it a bit.

            She smiled petting him a bit more, “Jack then. We will call him Jack.”

Dinner Invitations


          “I’m sorry we will not be able to make it.” Bonnie said looking squarely at the messenger. “You’ll have to extend my regrets to Lord Cutler Beckett.” She handed the invitation back to him. “We are far to busy at this time to accept dinner invitations.” The messenger reached out to take the invitation from her, but suddenly the handle of a cane seemed to come from nowhere stopping the exchange.

          “Really?” Bonnie looked up to see Cutler standing on her doorstep. “Yet as I understand it, you have done nothing but accept them these past few weeks.” The young woman frowned a bit to see him there. Lord Beckett waved the messenger away and the man quickly did as was instructed.

          “You’ve been misinformed, Lord Beckett.” Bonnie said directly. “James accepts dinner invitations that we may attend together. I’ve nothing to do with it.” She held up the invitation that he had ‘sent’ to her. “I happen to know that we cannot attend this one, James will not be home on this evening. So I must respectfully decline on our behalf.” Reaching out she handed it back to him. Beckett smirked slightly.

          “I know. He’ll be running inspections of the supply ships cargo that have come in over the last week.” Bonnie fell silent, the tone in his voice letting her know that once again he had assigned James his task. “I see no reason why you couldn’t join me for dinner yourself.”

          “I can. I don’t accept your invitation.” She said directly crossing her arms.

          “Come come now, is that really the polite thing to do? To turn down the dinner invitation of your husbands employer? Honestly, that doesn’t seem very friendly, nor wise.” Bonnie sighed in frustration.

          “You’ve already made it quite clear that you have no intention of resending his orders. I have a feeling that you also have no intention of allowing him to return quickly and shall do everything possible to keep him at sea. I am no babe, no child to be threatened and bullied or frightened by your demands and warnings.” Crossing her arms she narrowed her eyes. “So my question to you is, what is it you have come to me to barter for my company. If you truly want my company at your dinner table . . . you must have something to trade.” She said throwing his words back in his face that he had said when she came to him asking for his help.

            Beckett smiled a bit, “My, you are a quick study aren’t you.” He thought a moment, “Alright. You already know my set price for your husbands orders to be rescinded . . . you are unwilling to pay it. What is your price to accept a simple dinner invitation?”

          “I want his nights to be spent with me.” She demanded. “I want James home no later then supper time. Every night, without fail, and without your interference.” Bonnie knew that Beckett had been doing everything he possibly could to work Norrington to the brink of exhaustion. James would get home late, and have to start back early. He had been ordered to do tasks better suited for officers of lower ranks. Yet Beckett was purposely making sure that Norrington was kept busy.

          “Every night?” He said arching a brow. “That’s a rather extreme demand for only one dinner invitation. I think I’m entitled to a bit more compensation then that.” Bonnie waited to hear just what that might be. “Three, dinner invitations. Accept three invitations to dine with me, and I shall see that all of these extra duties are properly distributed to those of lower ranks and James subordinates so that he is free to spend his evenings at home.” Bonnie starred at him for a moment not entirely sure how genuine this arrangement was. “I am a man of my word, Mistress Norrington. Have we a bargain?”

            She thought about it for a moment, and still something tugged at the back of her mind and heart that this was a bad idea. It was like making a pact with the devil himself. “Three dinner invitations.” She agreed. “But I am a married woman, Lord Beckett and you would do well to remember that.” She said sternly.

            Beckett half smiled with a chuckle that made a chill run down Bonnie’s spine. “Of course. How could I forget.”
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