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Good Morning Sweetheart [Story 2] [SS] (Norribeth) [Fluff]

norribeth | short story | one shot | fluff

"Elizabeth, darling. There's been a mix up with rooms.. We.. seem to have miscounted, and well I was wondering if it was okay for you to share with the Commodore - I have already asked and he said it's fine.." Her father said, trying to sound as persuasive as possible for them to share. Due to the fact that, well he had company, and Elizabeth was her own woman now.

Elizabeth's heart sank. Sharing a room with an older man who'd she known all her life, whom she also owes an answer to a marriage proposal. It'd be so awkward and downright awful. She couldn't imagine how the night would play out. How it would be sharing a bed.

Elizabeth eventually agreed, what else could she have done?  She stayed on deck and talked with other people, to occupy herself, yet she was in a ridiculous state of tiredness. It was around 12am when she was looking out into the sea,  "Elizabeth?"

She closed her eyes, "Yes?" She turned to face him.  James had an awkward smile on his face

"I know how you feel" he reassured her, "I feel the same way you do, it's unbelieveably awkward for the both of us, If it makes you feel better," He paused, then pulled a large, green bottle of rum from behind his back; more than enough for them both to share. She giggled, "I'm glad we both feel the same way," She smiled at him.

Half an hour passed, and they were both tipsy, but Elizabeth was worse. They were talking about the way they both dress, Elizabeth was drunkenly teaching James the different routines for different women clothing.  They finally finished the bottle and Elizabeth gently rested her head on his shoulder. "A-are you tired?" He asked, she closed her eyes and sighed. "Mhm" She replied. They were both looking out to sea, her head rested on his shoulder and his hand placed around her waist. He looked at her, she looked up at him, they stared into each others eyes. She then yawned and looked away. He was sure that this was his moment. That they were gong to kiss, but no. He let go of her wasit, and stood up. He held out his soft hand and waited for her to join him. The Commodore walked her steadily to their shared room for the next few nights. Elizabeth was stumbiling around, unable to walk properly. So James lifted her up - bridal style. He put one hand steadily under her tighs; his other hand placed on her back. She pressed her head between his collarbone and neck. She was completely snugged up to him and felt so comfortable she could stay there forever. In which she intended to.
Norrington finally arrived at their room. "Elizabeth" He gently said; trying to awaken her.
She sleepily opened her eyes, looked up at him and closed her eyes again, moving even closer into his neck, feeling happy and content she replied, "If you tell me I have to move now, I may never speak to you again."

He chuckled, she smiled elegantly. They were both delighted to be in each other's presence. He set her down on the bed, moved a lose stay of hair from her face, then bent down and pressed a light kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight," He whispered. She opened her eyes to see him leaving the room. He was in arms length away, to which she quickly reached her arm out and held him in place; "Stay with me" She begged.

He looked back at her, alarmed by her wish. Was she that intoxicated? She told him eariler today that she wasn't too keen in sharing a room with him, let alone a bed. And now she admit to wanting him to be with her throughout the night. 

He turned around to face her directly, "I don't think it's entirely proper, as you so admitted today you didn't wish to share a room." He was looking for reassurance, if anything. She stood up, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She closed her eyes embracing his soft lips.  James on the other hand was completely shocked she had kissed him. He was beyond ecstatic.

He made quick work of his cravat and shirt, dropping them onto the floor. She smiled and kissed him at any break they had from the task of removing their clothes. Their smiles bounced off their faces. They were both intoxicated, yet knew what they were doing.
Elizabeth crawled onto the bed, whilst James sat down to remove his boots, she sat down behind him. Her head pressed against his shoulder blades, her hands moving around his lower back and centre. She slowly made patterns and kissed him gently.

**
She woke up in the middle of the night. It was 4am by her estimation. She shivered softly.
They were intertwined together. His arm was wrapped protectively around her torso, her legs were placed next to his, they fit perfectly together; like a jigsaw. As much as she loved being next to him. She was freezing. Elizabeth carefully lifted his arm away from her and stood up. She blushed seeing the scatter of clothes on the floor. The first item she found was his comfy shirt. 
She put it on quietly, then went back to bed. As she went back to the sleeping position she woke up from and attempted to sleep, he pulled her closer to him and kisses her neck.

**
"Good Morning, sweetheart" He whispered into her hair. Her eyes fluttered "James?" He kissed her in response."Hmm. Good-morning" she smiled. She lay on her stomach, one leg raised and the other stretched out. He arms were securely tucked under the pillow.
He started slowly tickling her back, like she did last night. "It's 9am, my love." She smiled in gratitude from his delicate movements. She looked up at him. "Lay down with me."
And so, he did. They shared the cover and took the nuzzle position. James was on his back, a single cushion to rest his head on. Elizabeth was nuzzled into him. An arm around his sturdy chest,much like before her head was placed on in between his chest and neck. Her right leg was stretched out whilst her left was bent and placed on his lap. He used his right arm to softly play with her golden hair, occasionally planting a romantic kiss on her forehead. After a long silence, due to James falling back into his ideal slumber, there was a knock at the door. Elizabeth had been learning his every feature whilst he slept. But after James didn't stir from the loud knocking, she moved out of bed and went to answer the door. She combed through her hair with her fingers and made sure his shirt covered her body.
"Sorry to disturb" Gillette said, noticing Elizabeth's lack of clothes and James fast asleep. "I regret to inform you that Commodore Norrington is needed up on deck." He gave a sympathetic smile and turned to leave. Elizabeth closed the door silently and sent to wake up James. She did so by kissing his repetitively in different parts of his skin showing above the blanket; meaning this covered the areas of his face, collarbones, all of his chest and his arms. "My love, what's wrong?" His voice was stirred with sleep, in which Elizabeth felt guilty, realising how much lack of sleep he got. "I'm afraid they need you on deck.." she sighed. He opened his green, sparking eyes, and reached for her face. He took her cheek into his palm and replied, "You're beautiful." He looked down to notice she was wearing his shirt. "I may be needing that."

**
James quickly got up, after Elizabeth had explained that Gillette sounded urgent. He put on his lower half of his uniform, when Elizabeth took off his shirt and handed it to him, she retreated behind the screen with her dress, to get ready herself. He thanked her for keeping it warm for him, and couldn't resist her scent that lingered on the shirt, he felt calmed by it. She returned fully dressed, without the help of any maids. She walked over to him and tied his cravat. He stared at her for a moment then leant in for a kiss, she purposely missed his lips and went to his ear, to which she whispered "Yes."
At first he looked baffled, then after no more that 15 seconds passing he laughed "Really?" He questioned. Elizabeth nodded, unable to keep the biggest smile off her face. He picked her up then span her around the room. They were both unbelievably happy. She helped him with the rest of his uniform before he went into his pocket and pulled out a ring, he delicately placed it on her third finger on her left hand. He went to kiss her, then there was another knock at the door.

**
They left together, hand in hand. James kiss her hand and left. Elizabeth walked up to her father, she smiled and showed him her ring, not saying a word. "Engaged? " He asked, smiling. She nodded and hugged her. She looked back to see Norrington looking at her, whilst a Groves informed him on how long it'd take to get back to England.