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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth, ref. to Elizabeth/Will.
Feedback: Much enjoyed.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For fuzipenguin in return for the icons.
Summary: What happens while Jack and Elizabeth wait for the slowpokes to get going.
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Believe it or not, but Elizabeth had never liked swimming until she had met Will. English waters are cold, and the indoor pools of America slosh stale chlorine over the cringing tastebuds. But he had always liked the sea, and once he'd dragged her into its unbridled spray, she had quickly grown to love it as well. Now she seeks out water whenever she has a free moment.
Jack is rum, but rum is not water. Rum is fire dissolved in water, is earth burning down the throat and air blasting up through the nose. Rum is silver on the far end of Elizabeth's tongue, gypsy's blessing threatening to tip down her throat and spread tipsy languor throughout her body.
Something's still missing, but while they wait for the rest to catch up, this kiss is a more than adequate substitute.
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