Disclaimer: With the exception of Gwen Caldwell (who is a tamer version of my hornier Erin-sue character), I do not own any characters, this fandom and I make no money by writing this.
Rating: R or NC-17 depending on how you look at it.
Notes: I was working on a different story when this hit me, I blame my mute muse who gives me graphic images of smutty things.
Reviews would be nice, but not necessary.
Thoughts in ‘these’.
The large carriage came to a stop in front of the fort; the figure that stood waiting climbed into it and shut the door, not needing assistance.
“Commodore Norrington, Miss Caldwell.” He said in greeting.
“Gillette.” The other figure in blue acknowledged.
“Andrew, how many times must I tell you to call me Gwen?” A woman in a gorgeous flower pattern gown leaned forward and took his hand in welcome.
Andrew Gillette chuckled and gave her hand a slight squeeze. “Every time we greet each other, Gwen.”
She leaned back once more into James Norrington’s welcoming embrace. He leaned into her neck and gave her a gentle kiss, taking more liberties since they started courting. Andrew averted his gaze, in heartache. He confessed his feelings for her a day too late. He envied James for taking action at the opportune moment.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw them kiss each other in passion, his eyes darted out onto the passing scenery once more, the carriage going too slow for his taste. He suddenly felt an odd pressure in his groin and glanced down quickly and his eyes widened as he saw it was a stalking foot caressing his growing erection. He looked up and saw they were still kissing before Gwen stopped and looked to him with a naughty grin.
“Andrew, darling, do you think you can help me for a moment?” she asked sweetly.
He nodded mutely as she lifted her skirts and spread her legs to him, revealing her naked sex. Before he knew what he was doing, he fell to his knees in front of her, drawn by her bold actions and wantonness. He looked up into her face and saw her encouraging smile, with a deep breath he plunged his tongue into her folds, she moaned and squirmed.
“Yes, Andrew, yes.” She gasped as he swirled his tongue around her bundle of nerves before thrusting it once more into her wet heat, teasing her, withholding the next plane of pleasure.
He felt movement behind him, he suddenly remembered himself and panicked, pulling away. She clutched at him and whimpered. “Please, Andrew, please don’t stop.”
“You heard her, Lt. Gillette, continue.” Was growled into his ear. He swallowed thickly and continued his ministrations. Her moans filled the compartment as he gently sucked at her clit, he let go and flicked the growing nub, he was amazed by her tasting of honey and strawberries.
She tightly gripped the seat as he gently inserted a finger into her swollen folds up to the second knuckle, playing with the nub once more with his tongue; she relaxed her grip on his finger as he pushed it deeper.
His mind belatedly realized that he was finger fucking his superiors’ almost wife. In front of said superior. He mentally shrugged, ‘In for a penny, in for a pound. Might as well enjoy myself before I get court marshaled or hanged. Go out with a grin.’ He slipped another finger into her tightness and paused to let her adjust, her cries became louder as he started to move his fingers in and out of her slowly. His name became her mantra as he sent her to the next plane of pleasure.
“AndrewohAndrewAndrewAndrew….” Came her high pitched moans.
He glanced up and saw her flushed face and heaving chest. Breasts almost coming out of the fashionably low cut gown, areolas peaking out of the no doubt, tight, corset underneath. He moaned at the sight, increasing the pace of his fingers and tongue; she threw her head back, and rocked her hips into his thrusts.
“Almost…there…don’t…stop, oooh.” She gasped between moans.
She tightened around his fingers as she let out a cry, he winced slightly at the strength of it nearly breaking the fingers that caused it. Her breathing slowed and he eased his soaked fingers out of her passage.
She motioned for him to sit beside her, he did and reached into his coat with his clean hand and pulled out a handkerchief. She snatched it from him and seized his wrist, bringing it to her face she licked it from palm to finger tip, cleaning her juices from it, taking one of his fingers completely into her mouth, sucking it clean. He heard a harsh groan and whipped his head to the sound, he caught sight of Commodore James Norrington with his pants about his ankles and his hard cock in his hand, stroking it and staring at Gwen with lust filled eyes.
He was distracted once more when he felt her mouth sucking the other finger, and her tongue darting out between his fingers, getting all of her juices off, leaving his hand clean once more. She grinned up at him and grabbed the collar his jacket and pulled him to her, once he was close enough, her tongue darted out and licked his chin and cheeks. He was slightly disturbed by her behavior before he realized that her juices remained on his face and she was cleaning him in her own way.
“I want to taste me on your tongue, Andrew.” She murmured to him, he closed the distance between their faces and kissed her, her tongue begging for him to open enough to allow entrance. He parted his lips and her tongue invaded and stroked his own. He moaned into her mouth and placed a hand behind her head and kissed her more roughly. She grunted and gently bit his lip, he stopped and pulled back, confused. Then saw the reason for the grunt.
James had had enough and penetrated her, holding on to the thick flesh of her soft thighs for leverage. His thrusting was quick and stabbing, like a man possessed. He groaned and stilled, abdomen flexing. He collapsed on top of her with a satisfied sigh. She frowned at him and poked his side, he winced and gave her a lop-sided grin.
“You were too tempting, Gwen, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, I’m fine with that, just getoffame. You’re solid.” She said with a grunt. He pushed himself off and back into the seat, pulling up his pants as he did. She kicked him in the shin and raised her brow in question. He pulled something out of his pocket and untangled it. It was odd shaped but James knew what it was as he placed it on her and slid it up her legs, kissing her knee as he did.
She looked at a confused Andrew. “Thong.” Was all she said. She sat up and glanced down at her dress, noticing the state of her breasts she tugged the corset up, and did a double check of her dress, then leaned forward brushing off his knees and readjusting his jacket and shirt.
“Will you come home with us after the reception, Andrew? I’m sure Gwen would like to reciprocate when we have the time.” James asked politely.
“Please, Andrew?” She looked adoringly at him, biting her lip.
“Yes.” He stared down at her, and imagined what it would be like for her to be on her knees in front of him.
A knock came at the carriage door and it was opened a few seconds after.
“Swann-Turner wedding?” The footman asked.
“Yes, friends of the groom.” James informed. At Andrew’s questioning look, he explained.
“Turner doesn’t have that many friends, Gwen convinced me to sit on his side to show that we support him and his marriage to Elizabeth.”
They exited the carriage, James and Gwen sat on the second set of pews, Turner gave them an appreciative smile. Andrew went to stand next to Turner, serving as his best man.
William glanced at Andrew and did a little sniff.
“I ate before I came.” Andrew informed him, with a ghost of a smirk.