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A Marriage To A Fine Woman	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 9674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cabin Fever


That night, Norrington attempted to reach for Aislinn in the darkness in
their cabin but for the first time she verbally objected quite outright. �I
thought you were feeling better?� James said a little bit surprised since she
had never exactly spoken allowed in protest of any sort to his advances at all.


�I am . . . mostly.� She said a bit nervous in her words but making
sure she kept him at arms length. �You said it yourself, there are over 500
other individuals aboard this ship. That�s quite different then being at home,
alone in the Manor.�


�Well . . . yes but we�re quite alone in our own cabin. There is a
door and four walls surrounding us.� He countered reaching for her again
resting his hand on her side trying to pull her closer but she quickly moved his
hand away.


�But we�re at sea, on the ocean . . . on a ship . . . surrounded by
strangers. Is that really an . . . . an appropriate time to . . . you know . .
.� She whispered. �Indulge?�


�We�ll be quiet, I promise.� James whispered back reaching to pull
her close again. However she seemed quite intent on standing her ground and
pulled back keeping her elbows locked and brought her knee up resting it against
his belly so he couldn�t get any closer.


Norrington sighed in frustration and looked at her, �There is something
terribly amiss in this situation.� Aislinn furrowed her brow looking at him.
�Are you really expecting me to lie beside my wife an entire four months as if
she was nothing more then a bunk mate . . . or a pillow?�


Aislinn thought for a moment, �Yes?� She said hopefully.


�Hardly.� James replied. �You don�t get to enjoy that sort of
solitude until after we have children, and I�m not sure you will even then.�
The way she had her knee in his abdomen was quite uncomfortable for him and he
reached for her leg pulling it down before rolling over on his back and sighing
running his hand over his face. �What is it Aislinn. Explain it to me.� He
said his hand resting over his eyes.


The young woman looked over at him not entirely sure what he was talking
about. �What?�


�Do you not enjoy it?� He looked back towards her as he asked still
quite frustrated still finding himself in this same situation since their
wedding night. Well, actually the second night they were married. Truthfully, he
wished to forget their wedding night and was certain she did to. �When we lie
together, when I touch you, when I hold you, when I caress your body . . . is it
really so terrible that you find you must avoid it at all costs and only
tolerate me when I do make love to you.�


Aislinn didn�t answer, and there seemed to be a sudden very
uncomfortable tension in the room. Norrington had come to know certain tell tale
signs about his young bride in the few months they had been married, and this
was one of them. Usually, she had a blunt way of speaking the truth that lacked
a certain tact. It wasn�t that she was trying to be rude, it was simply that
she hadn�t learn the art of charm quite yet, although she was quickly picking
it up along the way. It was in her dead silence, like this one, that told
another sort of truth. Usually a truth she was afraid to voice because her
upbringing had condemned it, she had been taught to believe it was wrong. The
only problem was, her upbringing did not account or incorporate marriage, her
older age, or maturity.


The Admiral found this silence a bit intriguing as he looked over at her
again, �Or . . . is it that you do enjoy it and that�s why you feel you must
avoid it at all costs?� He questioned again. Now Aislinn�s body language was
speaking where her tongue didn�t. She began to be quite nervous and her eyes
turned away, and it seemed as if she wished the timbers of the ship would open
and swallow her whole so she wouldn�t have to suffer another moments
embarrassment.


This was more reassuring, and James leaned up on one elbow looking at
her, �Aislinn . . . darling . . .� He said reaching over caressing her face
with his hand. �You�re supposed to enjoy it when I touch you. I�m your
husband, it�s allowed.�


�Not here . . . please not here.� She almost begged reaching up and
wrapping her hand around his wrist trying to halt any further attempts to coax
something into happening. James sighed knowing that this was perhaps going
nowhere tonight and simply gave a nod to let her know she could rest easy for
the evening.

One-Month Out


Aislinn had been confined to quarters by the Captain for her own safety
as well as that of the crew when they lost the wind. It had been two days since
it died and there wasn�t even a breeze. It simply wasn�t a good idea to have
the only woman onboard walking about in front of 500 men putting ideas into
their minds when there was hardly anything to do.


It was hot, and with no breeze to cool them the afternoon was the worst
time of day since the sun was beating down directly on the ship. Since this was
the case, the men formed groups and took turns to swim off the side of the ship
to cool themselves while the others stood watch to make sure no sharks were
approaching.


Aislinn kept the window of their cabin wide open and stripped down to her
petticoats and her under blouse, fanning herself with her lace fan trying to
keep cool as well. She had her hair pinned up off of her neck and shoulders and
prayed for even the slightest breeze with her rosary laced through her fingers
in her free hand. A knock came at the door and she looked over sitting on the
window. �Yes?�


�It�s James. Are you decent?� He questioned.


�No . . . but you�ve seen me in less.� James arched a brow when he
heard her say that and opened the door stepping inside. He saw her sitting at
the window and closed the door behind him pushing the bolt across it so no one
else would walk in.


�Are you feeling alright?� Usually, she was terrified of someone
seeing her lower wrist much less her neck or anything else. To find the door
unbolted and to see how little she was wearing was extremely odd.


�I�ve never felt such heat.� She said closing her eyes and arching
her back. James was trying not to stare when she did that. She wasn�t wearing
anything but her under blouse and he could see the outline of her breasts
clearly. The slight sheen of sweat on her skin was making her look absolutely
breathtaking. So much so that he had to turn his eyes away quickly.


�I wish there was a way you could jump into the water. It�s quite
cool. But I�m afraid it�s incredibly deep, you are unable to swim . . . and
being the only woman aboard you would have far to large of an audience. It
simply wouldn�t do.� James apologized.


�It�s not hot enough yet for me to wish to drown.� She confessed
with a small smile. Looking over at him she noticed that he seemed to not be
sweating as much. �Did you get to go for a swim?� She questioned.


�Yes . . . I felt quite guilty about it actually.� Realizing that
there was no possibility of her being able to do the same.


�There was no need for you to. I wouldn�t want you to suffer because
of me.� She said with a smile. �That isn�t fair.� Norrington half smiled
back. Leaning back against the wall she looked back out the window fanning
herself a little more. James looked over her form once again and couldn�t help
but have all sorts of thoughts enter his mind. It had been quite sometime since
he�d touched her in any real intimate way.


�No . . . I suppose it isn�t.� Glancing over her saw a picture of
water and a cloth. Walking over to it he tested the water finding it quite cold
and then looked back over at Aislinn. Picking them up he moved over to the
window and sat down next to her. �Here, maybe I can help.� Aislinn looked at
him for a moment as he directed her to turn her back towards him. She closed her
fan and did so not sure what he was doing.


James soaked the towel in the cool water, wringing it out slightly before
he placed it against her neck. Then he began slowly dabbing it down across her
back slightly where her undergarment didn�t cover. Dipping the cloth in the
water again he dabbed her neck and over he shoulders, then slowly up her neck to
her chin. Then smoothly, he drew it down her neck carefully pulling her to lie
back against him as he did.


Dipping the cloth in the water once more, he left it there a moment and
laced his fingertips under the shoulder straps of her blouse letting them fall
down her shoulders baring her skin and more of her breasts. Her eyes were closed
and he could see that she was breathing deeper as his hands moved over her skin.
Picking up the cloth once more, he moved it slowly across her shoulders and then
down her chest, between her breasts and then up over one and then the other.
Aislinn quivered slightly at the feeling, and took a ragged breath. The Admiral
smiled a bit as he brought the cloth back up to her shoulders once more, and
then up her neck leaning her head back a bit.


Leaning down, he paused a moment looking over her beautiful face and then
placed a tender kiss on her lips. And then another as he continued to moved the
cool cloth over her warm skin, feeling the shivers move up her spine every now
and then, not being able to help but smile when he felt her kiss him back.


Aislinn�s hand moved up and rested on his arm as she began to return
his kisses a little more affectionately, and James free hand moved down finding
the hem of her blouse and untucking it from her petty coats, sliding his
fingertips under the cloth and running it slowly over her abdomen. Both of them
were so engrossed in their affections that neither of them felt that a breeze
had begun while they were paying attention to each other and the wind was
beginning to pick up.


Just then, a knock came at the door followed by a call. �Admiral
Norrington? The Captain would like a word with you if you have a moment?� As
soon as a knock came followed by a voice, whatever resilience Aislinn had lost
for those few moments of surrender came snapping back into place. Her eyes
popped open and she quickly swatted James hands away as if she had been caught
with both hands in the cookie jar. She quickly stood from the window and hurried
to the other side of the cabin tucking in her blouse and pulling the sleeves
back up into place, grabbing a blanket from the bed and wrapping it around her.


James thought he was going to die. It was like a nightmare, a horrid
nightmare. For two seconds she had felt as though they were alone enough to
allow herself to forget where they where and that they weren�t COMPLETELY
alone, and suddenly she was reminded by one knock on their lousy cabin door. It
was like a conspiracy. �YES!� He finally replied. �I�ll be there
shortly!�

Putting Into Port


Aislinn waited patiently for James to come and get her not sure what was
going on. They had set into port that morning but the Admiral had basically
confined her to quarters without much of an explanation since the wind returned
a few days ago. At last he returned to the cabin and she anxiously stood from
where she sat to hear the news.


�The Captain has informed me that we shall be staying in port for the
next seven days to take on provisions. Apparently a few of the orders that were
supposed to be here for our supplies have not yet arrived, which is why we will
be staying such a duration. We may have to stay a bit longer, but seven days at
the least.� Aislinn nodded a bit.


�Will I be allowed to go out on deck now?� She questioned anxiously.


�Better I think. We�ll be going ashore. Arrangements have already
been made, we�re departing immediately. Get you�re your things.� He said
picking up her cloak and helping her to put it on.


When they went ashore, Aislinn looked about at everything wide eyed at
all the new things that surrounded her. Things she hadn�t seen before, people
that spoke in different languages and dressed differently then she had ever
seen. Needless to say she was taken in by what she considered to be all the
wonder and splendor of the world. Norrington took a room at an inn that wasn�t
directly in the town for personal reasons, mostly for Aislinn�s sake,
remembering the incident on the ship with the rope and knowing that he had to
keep a strict eye on her.


Settling into the room Aislinn went to the window and opened it leaning
out a bit as she looked at the view and her eyes lit up. It was an absolutely
glorious day, and she could see everything. The town, the ships in the harbor
and the sea all about. The hills were green with fresh grass and there were
flowers blooming for it was that time of year in this place and for Aislinn, she
could swear that this must have been heaven itself.


�James? What are we going to do here for seven days?� She questioned
curiously. James closed the door and turned the lock and without hesitation he
had an answer for her as he walked over to the window.


�Well I know what I�m going to do.� He swept Aislinn up into his
arms and carried her over to the bed laying her down, not wasting a moment as he
lay over her kissing her neck making his intentions quite clear. The young lady
was caught off guard by his onrush of passion and didn�t quite know how to
react.


�What are you doing?� She said quickly as her hands instantly braced
against his shoulders her eyes wide. It was more of a reactionary question, she
wasn�t exactly ignorant to what was going on but what else was there to be
said? �It hours until dinner will be served, we won�t be retiring for
sometime.� She said nervously. �The sun is still out . . .� She said
grabbing points of fact from every direction she could find.


Yet all of her attempts at persuasion seemed to go unnoticed as his
fingertips anxiously unlaced the ties of her dress at her breast despite any
protest she might have had. �For Gods sake, how long does it take you to dress
in the morning?� He questioned after a few moments leaning up and looking down
becoming a bit frustrated with her garments. Aislinn�s hands quickly moved up
and covered the somewhat messed ties and laces that the Admiral had been working
at for a while. Sighing slightly hating that he had been halted in mid conquest
he sat up a bit. �Would you be so kind?� Making it clear that he was
extending a request that she would remove her own dress.


It wasn�t that he wasn�t well versed in removing such things, but the
make and cut of this particular garment was somewhat complicated. It was more
for decoration and pageantry then it was for removing in the heat of passion.
Aislinn slowly sat up, as her hands smoothed back some of her hair that had been
ruffed out of place into her face in his onrush of passionate affections tucking
them behind her ears.


Her eyes moved towards James watching as he unbuttoned his vest and
removed it tossing it off to the side taking off his scarf as well. Reaching up,
her fingers slowly started to untangle the ties and wooden toggles of her dress.
It was so bright in the room, there was light everywhere, there was no way to
hide anything anywhere. It was so hard to breathe all of a sudden and she found
it difficult to move much less move quickly.


Nevertheless, she managed to successfully free herself from her dress as
she slipped her arms from the long sleeves pushing it down to her waist. Her
eyes were planted firmly on the floor unable to raise them, afraid to look up
and certainly not wanting to make contact with James at this moment. There was a
feeling of panic and vulnerability, and she wished more then anything for the
safety and security of the darkness that she had come to hide in right at this
moment.


Norrington looked over when he began to unpin the cuffs of his white
blouse when his eye caught sight of her bare skin. The way her bosom was heaving
against her snug bodice with each deep breath, and the attractive line of her
neck was absolutely tantalizing in every manner of the word.


When she started to unlace her bodice, he quickly reached over and moved
her hands away, taking over what he considered to be a privilege to do himself.
Watching her breathe another moment, he moved closer and kissed her neck then
leaned down and pressed his lips against her soft warm breasts shuttering
slightly at the feel of them. After lingering, and enjoying the feel of
caressing her breasts he untied the tight garment letting his fingers loosen the
ties before removing it completely and tossing it aside.


Wrapping his arms around her body he pulled her closer into a passionate
embrace kissing her deeply, beginning to lay her back down onto the bed. For the
moment, she was still wearing her white blouse undergarment, which kept her
somewhat comfortable in the situation.


However, when his caresses paused a moment so he could finish what he
began to remove what remained of her garments, that was when her nervousness
finally over came her and she panicked almost completely. �James . . . Please
. . . wait.� She said. �We should wait until dark. I promise . . . I promise
I will be properly prepared then.� She said looking at him clinging to her
blouse and her petty coats.


Norrington looked at her for several moments, �Daylight?� He said
starring at her in disbelief. �Now it�s daylight you�re going to use as an
excuse? Are you being absolutely serious?� The Admiral said starring at her.
It wasn�t as easy to be patient with her at this moment. He was at an extreme
disadvantage at this point, it had been over a month of his laying beside her,
under protest but controlling whatever urges he might have felt because she was
uncomfortable with the confined space and the hundred of male individuals in
close quarters. All of that was well and good, but using sunlight as an excuse
was simply too much.


�I have been disgustingly patient with you because of your age since
the day we were married, made allowances for you because you were brought up by
people that have no idea what it�s like to live in the real world, not to
mention risked loosing my career because I was concerned that taking you away
from London might have been unhealthy for you . . . and you have the unmitigated
gull to deny me my husbandly rites and act as I were some sort of monster for
even thinking about requesting them!!!� He roared at her. He could hardly
believe it and he shook his head angrily getting up grabbing his jacket pulling
it on. �I have news for you, my pious little princess . . . married women do
NOT remain virgins! They have a duty to their husbands to submit to them
whenever they damn well like, and you had better get used to it. Otherwise I
have absolutely no problem with shipping you back to your father, and he can
shill you off on some other unsuspecting fool who thinks he�s getting a wife,
and ends up with a martyr instead!�


With that, Norrington turned around and stormed out the door slamming it
behind him causing Aislinn to jump scared out her wits. Her eyes filled with
tears and they began to stream down her face as she pulled her knees to her
chest and burred her head in her arms.

Fools Rush In


Hours later, the door of the room slowly opened. It was just dusk and the
sun was beginning to go down, leaving the light a bit less bright but everything
was still quite visible. James stepped in the door looking around not sure what
he would find but careful not to make to much noise.


His temper had subsided quite sometime ago and what he had done and the
words he had said had had time to really sink in. Of all the things in the
world, he certainly didn�t mean to blow up at her like that. Taking his
frustration out on her was not his intention. There were times when she needed a
firm hand to guide her, but certainly not an angry one.


Walking into the room a little further he found that Aislinn was sitting
next to the window in her chemise looking out just looking at the view in utter
silence. James had been so quiet that she hadn�t heard him come in. Norrington
paused a moment not sure what to say to her, or how to begin without scaring or
upsetting her. �I . . .� He started to say, but then no other words seemed
to follow it.


Aislinn turned seeing that he had come in and instantly stood, pushing
the curtains open all the way making sure that every ounce of light that could
come in would come in. Norrington wasn�t sure what she was doing, but he was
still trying to speak. The young woman turned and walked towards him reaching up
and taking the combs from her hair putting them on the table before walking
closer. Then before he could say anything, she slid one arm out of her gown, and
then the other lowering it to the floor and stood before him completely and
utterly undressed. He tried to say that she didn�t need to but it was to late.
It was done.


Any chance of rational words or conversation was gone, and even though he
tried to stay focused on her face it was impossible. She had a beautiful body
and the sunlight that chased all the darkness from the room gave him full view
for the first time. Aislinn�s eyes were turned away and downcast. Even though
she had resolved herself to presenting herself to him in the way he seemed to
want her to, she still couldn�t look at him.


The Admiral removed his jacket unable to turn his eyes away and walked
towards her, pulling her close. Finally, he was able to tear his eyes away from
her body and he looked towards her face finding that he couldn�t see her eyes.
He ran his fingers gently through her hair, �Look at me Aislinn.� He
whispered softly into her ear, caressing her cheek tenderly with his lips.
�Look at me darling."


Carefully he touched her chin tilting her head upwards, placing a soft
kiss on her lips. �Look at me.� He whispered once more. Slowly, her eyes
turned up towards his and she looked into his green eyes. James smiled finally
gaining eye contact with her as he stroked her hair softly holding her close.
�I�ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.� She smiled a little at his
words. Norrington drew her closer into a deep passionate kiss wrapping his arms
around her warm body, enjoying the feel of having her against him.


When the kiss parted, he leaned back a bit and took the hem of his shirt.
Aislinn reached out and took it as well helping him to remove it. When she
turned to toss it aside, something on her back caught Norrington�s eye. In a
split reaction, that he hadn�t had time to think about, he reached out and
grasped her arm stopping her from moving.


There was a mark that he�d never seen before, it was purple and could
easily be overlooked in the dark when one was afraid of being seen without
clothes and did her absolute best not to be seen from between the covers.
�What on earth . . .� Aislinn was frozen in place, apparently whatever she
was hiding had been found and her worst fear had come to pass.


James reached up with his free hand and touched her lower back where the
mark was. It was flat, and not raised and seemed to be below the surface, which
was why he had never felt it before now. Yet it wasn�t a birthmark. No, this
was something she had received after she was born. �Aislinn . . . what is
this?� He asked studying it closer. �What is this marking on your back?
Where did it come from?�


�It�s . . . it�s always been there.� She said looking away.
Norrington looked at her and could tell she was lying right off. By the way she
answered and the tone in her voice.


�No it hasn�t. Don�t lie to me.� He said still holding her arm
when he could feel her start to pull away.


Biting her lip she looked away and then looked down ashamed. �I
moved.� She said.


Norrington didn�t understand that and furrowed his brow. �You
moved?� He said a bit confused.


�I moved and the iron struck the bone. If I had stayed still as I was
meant to, then it wouldn�t have broken the bone and the marking wouldn�t
have been there.� James looked at her having the feeling that he wasn�t
going to like whatever this was.


�What are you talking about? Iron? I don�t understand?� He said
wanting her to expand on her explanation.


Aislinn reached up covering her eyes with her hand, as her hair fell over
her face. It was obvious she was ashamed about the marking and whatever the
story was surrounding what had caused it. �There was a boy that had come to
the convent once when I was much younger. I was seven. Only women and clergymen
are allowed on the convent grounds. The boy would have been turned away if he
had been discovered. He was hungry, and he was sick and he crawled into the
storage shed near the back. I was visiting the newborn baby lambs when I
discovered him.� She paused a moment, and James could see her memory spark as
if she could see the boys face.


�He was the first boy I�d ever seen. I was seven . . . he was another
child like me. Instead of telling someone he was there. I stole food, and
blankets and whatever else he needed or that I could find taking them out to the
shed for him. I would sneak out between lessons and we would play games in the
barn and visit the baby lambs.� Aislinn paused as she lowered her head.
�Then one day, mother superior and the arch bishop was waiting for me in the
barn when I thought I was being clever and snuck out to the barn to visit my
friend.� Reaching up she wiped the tears from her eyes. �My friend was gone,
I didn�t know where. I had sinned so much. I lied, I stole, I snuck about when
no one was looking, I disobeyed those who had charge over me.� Her head bowed.
�And I had spent many unsupervised hours with a boy.�


James listened to her story picking up her cloak and wrapping it about
her so she wouldn�t feel so incredibly vulnerable at the moment. �How did
they punish you, Aislinn.� Norrington said spurring her on to continue with
her story.


�Because I had sinned so much, for so long, in secrecy, drastic penance
would be the only solution. I was to be given several strikes for my
transgressions, and then been given my penance prayers and fasting instructions.
But I was foolish. I was foolish because after the first strike, I moved and
when the Iron hit the second time it hit the bone in my back and broke,
underneath the skin.� James felt as though he was listening to a horror story
from a captive prisoner they had just rescued from a pirate ship. �When the
rests of the strikes came, they were so painful I passed out.. When I came to, I
was told that the bone that it had stuck was broken and that it would take some
time to mend. It was . . . Gods punishment, his mark that would remind me what I
did was wrong.� She said lowering her head and looking away.


James starred at her before looking at the mark on her back. �You felt
compassion for a young, sick child and gave him comfort and food and shelter . .
. and that warrants breaking a child�s back, and telling her that she had
sinned for it?�


Tears escaped her eyes, �Please . . .� She whispered, �I know what
I did was wrong . . . and I know I was wrong to try and hide my mark from you.
God gave it to me for my sin. I was afraid of what you would think of me if you
knew of it, I was ashamed.�


�Aislinn . . .� James said after a moment, speechless. �For the
love of God . . . even in his majesties Navy . . . such inhumane punishments are
not employed to discipline the men aboard the ships for disobedience. The worst
I have ever heard were 39 lashes. With strips of leather, certainly not an
iron.� He looked at the mark again slowly and tenderly tracing it with his
fingertips. There was no question that the wound it bore testimony to had to
have been severe and excruciating. It was a wonder she wasn�t crippled for the
rest of her life. Perhaps because she was young when she received it was the
reason it had mended except for the mark below the surface.


No wonder it was so hard for her to break even a little from the things
she had been taught even in the institution of marriage. �May I assume that
you never broke another rule . . . or missed a prayer after you received
this.� He said.


She shook her head slightly. �Never.� Pausing for a moment, she
turned his head towards him slightly. �James . . . I can hear in your voice.
It wasn�t anyone�s fault but my own. I knew what I was doing was wrong. It
was my willful disobedience, my choosing to sin. It is why I bare this mark . .
. I failed.� A few more tears rolled down her cheeks as she lowered her head,
�Still I haven�t learned, for I�ve been willfully disobedient again . . .
with you.�


James looked up at her never having released her arm a little caught off
guard by what she had said. A combination of his blowing up at her, and her mind
apparently having been wrapped around the fear of the mark on her back having
been discovered apparently finally had overcome her with guilt about the entire
situation. Guilt about not being a good wife . . .whatever standards she thought
those were. Most likely whatever she found in her bible which, to summarize,
said to be obedient to ones husband.


He sighed and released her arm turning her towards him as he wrapped his
arms around her, clasping his hands together at her lower back looking into her
eyes. �Willful disobedient, and fear . . . are two different things
Aislinn.� He was quiet for a moment as he looked deep into her eyes. �There
are a lot of things that I have a better understanding for now that I didn�t
have.�


�I haven�t wished to disobey you.� She said softly.


�Shhh.� He said reaching up and swiping the hair out of her face that
was obstructing his view. �Let me show you what it is to be loved. These hands
will never hurt you, or cause you pain.� He said gently as he brushed her chin
slightly with his fingertip. �They will keep you safe from harm, and only wish
to hold you tenderly.�


James promised as he caressed her body holding her a little firmer
against him. Aislinn looked up at him quietly and the Admiral placed a tender
kiss to her lips, and then another. The young woman closed her eyes and timidly
returned his affections, as James pulled her hips against his slightly.

Morning


For the first time since they had been married, James awoke to find that
not only was Aislinn not completely dressed from head to toe with her hair fixed
in combs and ready for the day to begin, but she was still lying next to him
asleep. It was a shock and he leaned up a bit looking at her making sure it
wasn�t a dream. Usually she was out of bed and made certain that she was
covered in a long sleeved high neck dress. Norrington couldn�t help but smile
as he admired how she looked resting in the morning light and watched her sleep
for a moment. Absolutely gorgeous in every sense of the word.


It had been a wonderful night. Hardly planned for, but well worth waiting
over a month to enjoy, and even better to wake and find the young goddess still
sleeping beside him. Rolling over a bit closer he wrapped his arm around her and
kissed her shoulder laying beside her, more then contented to lie like this.
James found her hand and entwined his fingers with hers letting his thumb brush
her skin lightly.


It was enough that Aislinn took her first deep morning breath, her eyes
opened a little bit, and she stirred ever so slightly. �Good morning.� He
whispered. Aislinn opened her eyes a little more as she looked towards the
window.


�Is it morning already?� She said softly, still a bit sleepy by the
sound of her voice. James smiled at her question as he place another kiss on her
shoulder and then one on her neck feeling her stretch a bit in his arms.


�You can go back to sleep if your still tired dear.� Either way, he
wasn�t quite ready to let her go. He loved having her in his arms like this.
If he could have her there for a bit longer, he happily would. Aislinn shook her
head a little. �No?� He said stroking her hair gently. Norrington settled in
beside her embracing her firmly against him with both arms as she seemed to fit
perfectly and comfortably. �How are you feeling?� He questioned.


She didn�t answer, causing a small smile to cross James lips.
Especially when he felt her hand resting on his arm, holding it against her. It
answered his question quite clearly. Leaning down he placed a tender kiss on her
head holding her close.
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