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A Commodore	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Late Supper


The two newlyweds ate in the kitchen, at the table as informally as could
be. It was rather late at night and after their meal had been set before them
the Commodore dismissed the servants to retire for the evening. They could clean
up in the morning whatever was left.


Heather starred at her plate and sighed nibbling here and there taking a
drink of her wine. James glanced up at her, �Is the food not to your
liking?� He questioned.


�The food is fine, Commodore Norrington.� She said picking up a bit
and taking a bite before sipping from her wine again. �Thank you.� She said
quietly. James picked up his wine glass and looked at her for a moment half
smiling.


�You know, that as my wife, it is safe to say that you are allowed to
call me James. You needn�t continue referring to me as Commodore or Commodore
Norrington.� He said wishing that she had been simply calling him by his given
name long before now. �It would be rather odd indeed, wouldn�t it.�


�I suppose it would.� She agreed as she poked at her food a bit more
with her fork.


�What�s troubling you, Heather.� He asked finally putting his wine
glass down. �You can�t be homesick already. It seems to me that you were
rather miserable living with your mother.�

            Heather
started to poke at her food again, but then put her fork down and looked at him,
�What exactly is it your expecting of me tonight?� She asked abruptly. James
eyes shifted towards her at her question. �You expect something of me, I�m
sure. What is it?� She demanded to know.


James just starred at her not at all sure how to answer. �What?� Was
all he seemed to be able to muster. What married woman didn�t know what was
expected of her on her wedding night? �Your mother didn�t explain . . .
things to you?� He questioned.


�Of course she did . . .� Heather said her face turning bright red as
her nervousness was starting to make her talk even faster now. �But I want to
know what you�re expecting of me, personally.� James couldn�t stop
starring at her even though he didn�t mean to. Heather grew more nervous and
started to ramble even faster digging herself into a deeper verbal hole. �What
she described to me sounded absolutely . . . ghastly and the difference between
men and women can simply not be that great, and certainly not that .
. . distinct. I know that half of what she said couldn�t have simply been for
anything except my shock value and I know that perhaps she was taking revenge on
me for being such a pest about the whole wedding affair in genera . . .�


�Heather . . .� James said trying to get her attention seeing that
she had basically gone off on a rant rather then trying to explain or make any
sense and couldn�t seem to make any sense of what she was saying. Nor could
she stop herself really.


�I mean, mostly what you hear that goes on between men and women is
mostly gossip and nothing more then whispers and stories exchanged between the
servants when they think you can�t hear them while they prepare cakes and
tarts for one of mothers teas with language that isn�t fit for sailors to use
. . .�


�Heather . . .� James called again, �Heather, . . .Heather.� He
said reaching across the table putting his hand over hers finally getting her to
stop talking. She froze in place and starred at her plate wide eyed. She looked
like a scared rabbit, breathing just as erratically. �There�s nothing to get
so upset about darling.� He said. �Calm down.� He patted her hand a little
bit, �Finish your supper.� He said trying to reassure her that there was
nothing to worry about before going back to his own food.


Heather glanced up at him a moment seeing that he went back to eating
himself before she picked up her fork and started to poke at her own food again.
Norrington picked up his wine glass and took a drink as leisurely as could be,
then set it down and went back to eating. Heather picked up her own wine glass
and took a sip as well, looking at him again, taking another drink.

Wedding Night


Heather sat in her nightgown on the rather large bed in their chambers.
It was a brand new feather mattress that seemed it had never been slept on
before. Specially made and quite luxurious in every manner of the word, no doubt
in anticipation of the new arrival. The linens were brand new as well, very soft
and extremely expensive looking. Wedding gifts perhaps, just like the nightgown
that she wore now. She ran her fingers over the satin like covers finding that
perhaps they were actually satin and not linen at all. Expensive indeed. But as
the Commodore who was in command of his majesties Naval forces, it was no wonder
that it was seen to that he had the best.


She pulled her knees up sitting cross-legged on the bed as she looked
around wondering where James was and what was taking him so long. She was
growing nervous again and wasn�t sure how much more of this she could take.
More then anything, she�d like to crawl between those covers and play dead,
but she was an adult and knew that most likely wouldn�t fly with her husband
on their wedding night.


Closing her eyes she sighed a little and found herself nibbling on her
fingernails. It was an old habit that she hadn�t done for years, but she never
found herself in a situation where she had resorted to it again until this
moment.


She noticed that it seemed to start to get darker in the room and she
opened her eyes to find that James had appeared at last from where ever he had
been. He walked about the room putting out a few candles to dim the light so it
wasn�t so incredibly bright, leaving only the few candles by the bed lit
before walking over and picking up two glasses of wine and brining it back to
the bed with him.


She watched him quietly and he reached out handing her a glass. Heather
looked at it for a moment before looking back up at him. He smiled at her
reassuringly and she reached up taking the glass that he offered her. James sat
down next to her on the bed with his own glass and took a drink of his wine.


Heather took a slow sip of hers as well trying not to move. James had
made himself rather comfortable. Removing his vest, and boots and anything else
that wasn�t absolutely necessary for modesty. All that was left was his
trousers and his white blouse, and of course he left his hair tied back not
wanting to go completely savage at any point.


�Are you feeling a little better now?� He questioned. Heather nodded
a little bit taking another slow sip from her wine glass. �Good.� James
started to take another sip from his wine glass as Heather sat quietly another
moment.


Then at once it seemed like she couldn�t take the silence anymore, �I
honestly don�t understand what it is you expect . . .� She started to
ramble, but James reached up gently pressing his fingertips to her lips.


�Shhhh, shhh.� He said reaching over and setting his glass down,
�Don�t speak.� He said taking her glass and setting it aside as well.
�It�s alright Heather.� He said gently taking her hands in his looking
into her eyes. Reaching up he placed his hand on her cheek ever so carefully,
�All I expect, is for you to try and relax.� He chuckled a bit. �Gracious
Heather, what do you think? I would demand that you know everything from
beginning to end when you�ve not been married until this very day? I think
I�d be somewhat distraught if my new bride was so well educated in such
matters.� He looked into her eyes, �It�s for me to teach you, no one
else.�


�How did you learn?� She questioned arching a brow. James looked at
her slyly knowing that she was making a underhanded attempt to start a fight.
Anything to postpone the inevitable.


�Are you certain you want me to answer such a question? Usually it�s
considered rude and impolite to talk about such things. Completely unspeakable
matters never to be uttered, but . . . so is the question to remain unasked in
polite circles.� He said looking at her seriously. �But if it�s that
important for you to know, then I will answer.�


Heather sighed, �Perhaps it�s better if we simply go to sleep and
speak about it again another time.� She said trying to retreat from the whole
matter completely. James reached over and placed his hand over hers, and she
paused falling silent.


�That simply wouldn�t do either, would it.� He said in a calm
soothing voice. Heather was frozen in place, not sure if she should move or hold
still or how she should move. She was stiff as a bored and frightened as could
be. Taking her hand in his he drew her closer to him, and she moved a bit nearer
to him turning her back slightly as he sat up.


James wasn�t going to rush her into anything, he knew she was nervous
and he didn�t want her to think him a horrible beast. No doubt she already
thought that anyway after moving the wedding up so quickly and their plans being
changed around almost completely. The Commodore gently stroked her hair with his
fingertips pulling it back over her shoulder so he could see her face, and he
leaned forward placing a soft kiss on her neck, then one more as he smoothed her
hair back a bit further out of his way.


Heather was silent as her eyes remained fixed downward, and she stayed
still not sure what she was supposed to do. However, she did find that his
kisses were quite pleasant and the feel of his soft touches were rather nice
indeed.


Norrington�s hands gripped her shoulders slightly as he placed a few
more soft caresses to her neck just enjoying the warmth of her soft velvet skin
against his lips. Heather�s eyes started to close finding herself rather
enjoying his attentions as she leaned her head to the side without realizing it
to give him better access.


After a few moments, James hands moved from her shoulders as he halted
his attends for a moment and his fingertips found the buttons at her back.
Heather�s eyes opened as her entire body started to go as stiff as a board
again. Norrington watched her as he began to silently unbutton her gown slowly.


The Commodore slowly slid her gown over one shoulder holding it there for
a moment wrapping his other arm around her middle holding her against him as he
began to caress her shoulder with tender kisses. Then his hand moved slowly as
he touched her chin and leaned her head back against his shoulder, turning her
face towards him so she would look into his eyes. Finding her lips he kissed her
softly at first, then once more a bit deeper now.


Cupping her face in his large strong hand he looked into her eyes a
moment taking a breath as he stroked her cheek. �Your beautiful, Heather.�
He whispered. �Will you be my wife?� He asked softly, �And share my bed
with me?�


She looked into his eyes for several long moments, as he continued to
stroke her cheek holding her head against his shoulder, his other arm around her
waist holding her close. Looking into his beautiful emerald green eyes, she felt
almost punch drunk. He was a very attractive man in every sense of the word, if
she took a moment to really look at him instead of constantly being at odds with
him and looking for a fight or an argument. Even with this, it didn�t help her
nerves very much.


On the other hand, it was still a very noble and somewhat romantic
gesture that he was asking her such a question now. He didn�t have to, they
were married and had taken their vows. She was his to do with as he liked. Yet
it seemed that he wanted her permission and her approval before proceeding any
further.


After another long moment her eyes shifted downward as she nodded a
little, and her eyes moved back towards his. He smiled trying not to chuckle at
how mouse like her manner had become. Usually she was like a roaring lion that
was a force to be reckoned with. Right now, it was quite the opposite.


Touching her chin once more he found her lips and began to kiss her in a
slow passion filled kiss.

First Embraces


Commodore Norrington took special care to make Heather feel as safe as
possible with him. Wanting to make her feel appreciated and let her become
accustomed to him. It wasn�t as simple as just as nervous new bride. Heather
didn�t trust anyone. She was serenely independent before given in marriage and
simply saying, �I do� wasn�t going to change that. Especially when it was
a forced �I do�.


James laid his new bride back holding her against him in his arms.
Heather�s trembling hands rested against his chest as she looked into his
eyes. He was so strong she felt like if he really wanted to he could snap her in
two, but he was only holding her firmly. Making her comfortable, he lay her
resting her head against the pillows as he found her lips and kissed her once
more.


Using his knee he moved her legs apart lying between her thighs embracing
body kissing her once again. Heather closed her eyes and returned his affections
taking a kiss enjoying the new sensations, and the chills they sent down her
spine to taste his lips and be held in his arms. Being so engrossed in the feel
of his wondrous touches, it was no wonder that she was a little disturbed when
yet another new experience began.


At first she felt something firm pressing against her soft velvet
womanhood but she ignored, anxious for more of his kisses. However when she felt
something start to press inside of her body her entire being started to tense as
she stopped kissing the Commodore, gasping closing her eyes tight. James paused
as he looked at her face, seeing her reaction and he held her a bit closer. �Shhhh.�
He whispered into her ear. �It�s alright.�


Carefully he proceeded to push into her tight soft warmth. She whimpered
a little and bit her lip but he held her firmly and continued on. Pulling back a
little and pushing further in so that there wasn�t to much discomfort for her.
She was such a tight fit, he couldn�t be as gentle as he was trying to be.
Embracing her a bit tighter, he thrust his hips upwards deep inside her
womanhood breaking through her virginity with one swift move. She cried out as
her hands clung to his shoulders as her eyes went wide and her back arched
upwards. Norrington held fast to her body holding steady until she relaxed and
became accustomed to the feel of having him inside of her.


He began to move slowly at first at a even and steady pace never moving
his eyes away from her, watching her reactions, gauging how his movements should
be kept, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort then was necessary.
Heather swallowed a lump in her throat finding that she wished he would simply
stop, not liking this in the least bit but it seemed that wasn�t going to be
an option. She closed her eyes and bit her lip just trying to endure until it
was all over.


James could admire her courage, and the fact that she didn�t make a
fuss, which she could easily do, but he also wanted her to enjoy her experience
as well. He wasn�t so foolish as to think that her first time was going to be
completely enjoyable but he wanted to do what he could to at least make her feel
like she wasn�t just being used. He slowed his movements as they became longer
and steadier strokes, which seemed to ease her discomfort a bit and made her
body relax in his arms. Leaning down, Norrington kissed her lips ever so
tenderly, and then placed another kiss on her chin and at the nape of her neck.
His hands moved down from her shoulders and arched her back upwards just a bit
as he found her breasts and took one nipple between his lips and began to suckle
gently.


Heather gasped slightly at the sensation as her hands rested on his
shoulders to keep herself feeling a bit more safe. James continued to move
inside her as his lips moved to her other breast and repeated what he had done
with the first. Closing her eyes Heather found herself arching her back towards
him a bit more enjoying the little trimmers he was sending down her spine with
his attentions.


Norrington laid her back beneath him finding her lips once more and
kissed her passionately as he pushed his member deep inside of her with one hard
thrust causing her to tense a bit and he held there for several moments. When
finally she started to relax again, his movements resumed a bit faster this time
and with more purpose.


Heather swallowed the lump in her throat as she held to his shoulders
feeling the way their bodies rocked against one another, and his member slide in
and out of her womanhood. It was a strange uncomfortable feeling that she
wasn�t quite sure how to feel about. Norrington still held her close breathing
deeply, loving the smell of her hair and the way her soft body felt against his
firm strong one.


The Commodores strokes inside her trembling womanhood became longer and
deeper until at last he pushed himself inside of her fully, thrusting his hips
upward releasing his seed deep into her womb. His entire body shuttered from
head to toe as he clung to Heather, keeping his eyes on her face watching her
reactions.


Her eyes opened slowly as she looked up at him when his movements seemed
to come to a stop. Norrington admired her features, as he brought his hand to
her face and smoothed back a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a slight sheen of sweat to her skin.
Leaning down he kissed her tenderly. Then once more. Heather closed her eyes
again and accepted his kisses, and even began to return them here and there. She
still felt so awkward, and not at all at ease about any of what had taken place.
Yet James seemed as though he was somewhat satisfied and not disappointed with
how things had gone. Thus far.
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