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Our Story. [Story 1] [LS] (Norribeth) [Smut]

Norribeth | long story | smut
Elizabeth POV

*After Jack escaped in The Curse of the Black Pearl, Will went with him. After being alone for so long she realized she never gave James an answer to his engagement(he's asked her to marry him twice now) She thought about all the things James did for her after Will left. He never failed to cheer her up. She found herself falling in love with him. She agreed to marry him. This time - without a bargain. She married for love.*

James stormed through the front door, you heard the slam from the library. You had your head woven into a book, embracing every plot twist and tragic death. James came walking though, his butler, Alistair trailing behind him. Each afternoon James would come home, give his heavy coat and hat to Alistair and retire to his study, reading over reports and planning for an hour. He would then dine with you, the meal prepared by the maids and cooks. After that, you two would retire to the master bedroom. Occasionally making love. But that wasn't the case for the last 2 weeks. James had been acting very troubled.

He finally found you, you was hidden among the books you've read and yet to read. Alistair finally caught his attention. James took off his  coat and gave it to Alistair.The weight of it sent Alistair's arm to the ground. The butler then left. Closing the door behind him.
"You know," He grunted, and looked along the dust of the libary, "It really would help if someone cleaned up the house!"
You put in your book mark. The noise of the book as it closed bid the room of silence as James waited your response.
"What ever do you mean? I'm the only ever person in this room, so what would be the point?" You replied.
James grabbed you by the arms and gently pulled you out of your chair. As he pulled you up all the book marks from your lap fell onto the floor.
"My apologies," He said as he reached down to pick them up. You looked down to him. He looked up, smirking. He then stood up, with all the book marks gathered. He placed them in his mouth. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the back of your thigh. He lifted you up bridal style. You began to giggle and hid your head into his chest. He then took retire in your chair. Your legs were hanging over the arm of the chair, whilst your head tucked away into his collarbone.You knew he was going to eventually get a dead leg, so you continued to move around a lot. The only way to prevent his dead legs was to move around on his lap. Which really gave him mixed signals. He took off your shoes. Which where now somewhere on the floor. He began to gently tickle your feet, sometimes moving higher to your shin bone. James complimented you on how soft your skin was. "Care for some company?" He whispered. You nodded gently then closed your eyes and relaxed. Your head still pushed up into his collarbone. He kissed you on the forehead and carried on ticking
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" You asked.
"Oh, nothing, I'm perfectly fine."
You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you. You pouted. He gave a slight grin then proceeded to kiss you on the lips.
"Is it about the new reports?" You asked.
The tickling suddenly stopped so did his smile.
"How do you know about that?" He looked concerned. The reports were obviously classified. You could tell by the tone of his voice.
"You talk in you sleep." You smiled.
"You move a lot in your sleep." He replied back, playfully trying to complain about you. He then began to tickle your feet again, gently stroking your soft skin, up and down.
"Oh really? How fast do I move?" You teased.
He moved his hand from your feet to your thigh. He then proceeded to tickle softly.
He groaned as he stretched. That you found quite sexy. "Fast." He smirked, you could tell he was sending a sexual vibe because of the spark in his eye.
You placed your head against his chest once more.
"Does anyone else know about those reports?"
He asked, still tickling you, but it had slowed down.
"No-one  that you wouldn't want to know."
You paused. You looked up at him and kissed his neck. "Which is everyone, apart from me, Gillette and Groves." You continued.
You kissed his neck again. Then blew a raspberry onto his skin. You both broke out into laughter.
These were the things you admitted you loved about your marriage. James agreed. It was the time you spent with each other, it wasn't always about sex, flowers and the house. Just sitting here and talking aroused you enough. As it did with James.
You both stared at each other for some time.
"Read something." He said. Glaring into your eyes.
His green eyes pierced you, so much that you couldn't look away.
"What would you have me read, Sir?" You joked.
"Sir?" He asked.
"What would your orders be, Commodore?" You grinned at him.
"That's a dangerous game you're playing, as of this moment, your orders are to read to me, but you may gain some more," He paused, placed his head into your hair and whispered "later."
A smile slipped onto your face, then you unraveled from his embrace,reached over to get a book. You found yourself balancing on each arm of the chair. Your knees on the left and both hands on the right.
"Stop staring." You said
"Staring?  It's more of claiming what's mine."
"You wish." You laughed.
"I don't have to."  You could tell he was smirking.
You finally found the right book.  As you moved back to sitting on your husband's lap.
You knew, although James loved you dearly, he was still shy, which mean you was the dominating one.