Author's Note:

First of all, I don't own anything, 'cept what I own. I don't own Will or Elizabeth, I don't own London, I don't own Peter, Bjorn OR John, the song they made that appears in this chapter, or any of their music actually. So, please, no one sue me. I have no money anyway, being as I'm a professional musician.

This is a response to a handful of challenges that appeared on Hide the Rum. I took them, mashed them together, and made them my own. I'm hoping this turns out a bit like a really great chick flick: mostly heartwarming and funny with some smut and angst thrown in there for good measure. If we have Will Turner, we have angst. It's that simple ;)

So, please read and review. This is my first fic and I will take everything you say and mull over it endlessly.

Prologue, attaca Chapter 1

Their wedding had been a relatively simple affair: a short ceremony presided over their close friend, Jack, who had been ordained (somewhat as a “joke”, albeit legally) online for that very task and a luncheon at a local restaurant afterwards. Ultimately, the two young lovers only wanted to make legal that which they had known for years now. Now that it was as real in everyone’s eyes as it was to them, they could not be happier.

Will’s work was in metal-smithing, which for its dwindling list of practical applications was now a popular fine art. He and his father before him had been the ones to really make the transition from a rapidly dying shop to a highly sought-after studio, frequently contracted out by various firms and galleries in art and architecture. Will had recently begun to dabble in working with precious metals and molds to create jewelry. In fact, he had created the wedding bands that he had recently exchanged with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was too headstrong and driven to even consider being a housewife. For a time, during and immediately following her education, she drifted from job to job, trying them on like clothing. Currently, she was dabbling in the not-for-profit sector, as a development assistant for a childhood literacy program in London. She fondly recalled days spent curled up with a book as a child, in addition to being read to by her father and as she looked for a suitable charity to work for, a program which delivered books to young children and their families offered within the National Literacy Trust had caught her attention. Elizabeth, of course, spent much more time on various hobbies with her diverse and somewhat unfocused pool of interests; she had not been as single minded in her professional pursuits as Will was. The child of London socialites, she had broken with family tradition, moved out young unmarried and made her own way, unswayed by the trappings of her previous lifestyle.

Following their wedding, our lovers moved into a modest one bedroom flat in Brixton. Though it was small, they made it theirs, complete with work from their artistically inclined friends and Will himself. They were situated relatively close to the big market, and often, they invited their friends and family over for dinner and drinks.

This was one such night. Will and Elizabeth were celebrating their upcoming first anniversary and had invited a few close friends in to share in their joy.

Will’s father had come into the city for the occasion, as had their dear friends Jack and his on-again, off-again flame Ana Maria. Those two, with all the fire and bickering and two extremely strong personalities couldn’t seem to keep it together but always managed to end up with who else, but each other! Dinner had been delicious; one of Elizabeth’s many hobbies was cooking and she had pulled out the copy of The Silver Spoon Bill Sr. had given them at their wedding and created a fantastic (and filling!) Italian dinner for everyone. Following dinner, everyone lingered at the table for entertaining conversation, as always.

“And that’s when I decided that tube tops should be completely banned throughout the land of hope and glory!” Jack cried, dramatically as always, recounting a rather traumatizing experience he had earlier walking through the market. Elizabeth shrieked with laugher, Will smiled and rolled his eyes. Oh, Jack.

“But seriously,” Ana added, “The woman’s kid was right there! How can any reasonable parent act or even LOOK like that in public?!”

Bill rolled his eyes. “Oh, at the risk of sounding old, it’s your generation, kids. We never would have behaved like that in front of you kids. I can only hope that when you all finally settle down and start your families, you’ll act a little more…adult.”

“When WE settle down?! Honey, we’re not totally blind to our faults. It will be a snow day in hell before Jackie and I ever take that leap,” Ana laughed.

“This is why I love her, I say! But what about you two lovebirds? How come we haven’t seen any development in the second generation of whelps?”

Will stared back at Jack, incredulous. Elizabeth blushed. After a few seconds, Will finally cleared his throat. “Well, erm, we…uh…haven’t talked about it seriously, I guess…” Elizabeth grabbed Will’s arm simultaneously possessively and supportively and smiled. “We’re just waiting for a time when we can afford to move somewhere a little bigger and maybe with a garden and we’re really just enjoying our marriage at this point.” Will places his hand over hers in silent gratitude for being much more level headed and articulate when blindsided with huge questions about the future. God, she was so good at this, so confident and secure. And it certainly wasn’t that he didn’t want kids, he did for sure. But it was such a change, such a huge leap to take. He often thought about her past compared to his own and worried about being able to provide everything she wanted and more. He also knew that if it weren’t for the sake of practicality, she’d want kids right now. It was something she had hinted at before and probably didn’t realize he picked up on. But that was the thing, wasn’t it? They each picked up on pretty much everything the other could dish out, however subconsciously.

Bill was the first to interrupt the silence. “Well, I need to be going. Work tomorrow, after all.” Jack and Ana ultimately followed suit shortly thereafter, leaving Will and Elizabeth and pile of dishes to themselves.

“Love, go rest,” Will told his wife. “You put everything together, you’ve been on your toes all night…the least I can do is the dishes.”

Elizabeth smiled. She wasn’t about to turn down a golden offer like this, despite knowing that this was precisely Will’s nature. She yawned and walked off the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed and pulled the duvet al the way over her head, smiling into the soft fabric. She was so lucky wasn’t she? And Will had been so adorable when asked about kids. She chuckled to herself. She knew that children were an inevitability with them. Secretly, though, she was always longing for an “accident”. Seemed like such a wrong word to her: “accident”. She longed for something unexpected. That was it.

Elizabeth heard a very sudden and very loud drumbreak from the kitchen, which tore her from her reverie. She loved when Will put on music, often watching him sing and dance a little as he did his chores. She crept to the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. The song was a hip, new-ish Swedish, she thought, indie pop group. Will was whistling along with the track, shaking his hips a little bit.

She couldn’t take it. She walked up behind him and put her hands around his waist. He jumped a little and turned, scooping her up into his arms and kissing her in one fluid motion, without even saying a word. She breathed him in and sighed happily; he smelled like his soap: mandarin oranges, bergamot and clove and his work: smoke and sweat. Elizabeth, in true form, deepened the chaste, quick kiss, gliding her tongue along his lips. Will, obviously, was not about to argue and pulled her completely flush with him, both of them lost in the kiss and the music and each other.

if i told you things i did before

told you how i used to be

would you go along with someone like me

if you knew my story word for word

handled all of my history

would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share

it didn't lead nowhere

i would go along with someone like you

it doesn't matter what you did

who you were hanging with

we could stick around and see this night through

Elizabeth was particularly inspired on this particular night. She kept kissing him, down his cheeks, on his eyelids, along his jaw line to his earlobe. She slid her hands under his shirt to feel his bare skin, already on fire with these first few touches. He groaned slightly, before helping her take his shirt off. Immediately, her lips were on his collarbone and his chest and his nipples, and now his hands were under her shirt, grappling furiously with that stubborn bra hook. It was so heated and passionate and…entirely too fast. His lips and tongue were on her face and neck and shoulders, tasting her sweet skin as though he would never again have this opportunity. As she fumbled shakily with his belt buckle, he picked her up and started to walk as straight as he possibly could in the direction of the bedroom. Her hands were in his hair and their lips and tongues were locked. The music was still on.

and we don't care about the young folks

talkin' bout the young style

and we don't care about the old folks

talkin' 'bout the old style too

and we don't care about our own folks

talkin' 'bout our own stuff

all we care about is talking

talking only me and you

He laid her gently onto the bed and laid above her, smiling genuinely. “I love you,” he told her, “I have always, always loved you.” She looked back at him adoringly, stroking his face “I love you, too” she whispered back. He began to kiss her again, this time more slowly, teasingly. His mouth reached her breasts and he took her nipple in his mouth, licking it playfully, his free hand upon the other breast, massaging, rolling the other nipple in his fingertips. She gasped and he grinned into her breasts, knowing how much she liked this and how absolutely crazy he could drive her. She was like putty in his hands. She arched her back into him, feeling a growing hardness through his jeans. His jeans! With what little composure she still had, she reached down and after undoing his belt pushed his jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop. Not to be outdone, she took him in her hands, causing him to momentarily divert his attention and moan quietly into her hair. Gently and teasingly she proceeded, running her fingers up and down the length of him, stopping at the most sensitive part to linger and tease him. He groaned again, this time with more intensity. He couldn’t take this. He had an idea.

usually when things has gone this far

people tend to disappear

no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on

hours seem to disappear

everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do

where we are going to

we can stick around and see this night through

Will dragged his hand slowly down Elizabeth’s body as she touched him, over her shoulders, then her breasts, over her hips and into her inner thighs. Then he was there and she was no longer touching him; it was like a game of cat and mouse at this point! His thumb found the spot and gently caressed her there, dishing the same medicine she had just given him. Her breathing became instantly more ragged and her back arched and suddenly there was one finger in her, then two, slowly making a “come hither” gesture. She was losing it.

“Will….please…” she begged.

And he didn’t have to be told twice. He entered her so gently and lovingly, despite that they had done this hundreds of times before. They both gasped at this intimate contact and she raised her hips into his, matching each thrust. He increased his tempo and went deeper, harder. He looked down at her, her eyes were closed, a look of rapture on her face. She groaned and her breathing quickened and he could tell how close she was. She shuddered under him not a moment later, her muscles there squeezed him and then he could not hold it longer either. He came inside of her and she could feel warm wetness spread throughout her. They collapsed in each other’s arms, coming down together, holding on for dear life. Elizabeth buried her face in his chest, so overwhelmed for some reason that tears came to her eyes. He wrapped his arms tighter around her still as she sobbed quietly into his chest and kissed the top of her head lovingly.

and we don't care about the young folks

talkin' bout the young style

and we don't care about the old folks

talkin' 'bout the old style too

and we don't care about our own folks

talkin' 'bout our own style

all we care about is talking

talking only me and you

talking only me and you

talking only me and you

talking only me and you

At that moment, she knew exactly what felt different about this time.

“Are you ok?” he asked frantically “Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong? Elizabeth…”

She smiled into his chest before meeting his eyes. “I’m fine,” she said. “We’re fine.”