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Title: Crawling
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Pairing: Tia Dalma/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Words: 993
Timeline: Post-Dead Man's Chest
Notes: Questionable consent.
Summary: It's a filthy thing, a filthy scent, a filthy sensation, and Elizabeth would like to think she's above it.



She smells like ink and spice and cobwebs and filthy words. Elizabeth finds herself wanting to cover her nose and mouth, overpowered by the scent, despite spending so much time aboard a ship of unwashed men.

The biggest problem is that Elizabeth does not actually find the smell unpleasant. Rather, she finds herself captivated by it; so dark and earthy and exotic and Elizabeth feels more empowered and more light-headed with every breath she takes. Enchanted, and that is the most pressing issue, the quandary that leaves Elizabeth too fearful to breathe. It is entirely possible that the scent is an enchantment, and Elizabeth is all too aware that the woman in front of her is of the same ilk as Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow and his pretty, twisted lies.

Tia Dalma stares at her levelly, hand paused on Elizabeth’s thigh, and her eyes feel as though they are ripping into Elizabeth’s most private thoughts, as though her concerns are amusing, something to be pitied and mocked. Kohl-rimmed eyes, red-rimmed pupils, deep black depths. Elizabeth can’t recall ever seeing her blink.

“I do not want this,” Elizabeth says, and her voice is stronger than the tremor in her hands.

“Dyon’t ya nouw?” It might almost sound civil, if it were not for the sultry curve of Tia Dalma’s blackened lips.

“Of course not,” Elizabeth snaps.

She holds the gaze as long as she can. The smell floats around her like insects on a corpse, yet feels strangely intoxicating, invigorating. It teases Elizabeth with the oddest sensation, something she has only ever felt with her feet planted firm and cruel words on her lips, something she has only ever felt when Captain Jack Sparrow coaxed at the fire inside of her.

Her eyes drop to Tia Dalma’s chest, to the tangled ends of her hair falling lazily over barely contained breasts, before she can stop herself. Elizabeth tears her gaze away, forces herself to look back into Tia Dalma’s face, and this time the smile there shows all of her filthy teeth.

Elizabeth tries to stand, determined to leave with something at least resembling dignity, but calloused hands circle her wrists, nails digging into her flesh through the sodden fabric of her sleeves, and she is dragged forwards.

The smell is even stronger so close, and Elizabeth cannot find her bearings, or her sanity, or her desire to push Tia Dalma away when dry lips press against her mouth.

She hears herself moan as if from a distance, and it sounds much like an angered animal, trapped in a corner and fighting for its life, and then her consciousness returns to her in a great force of air that leaves her gasping and struggling against the painful grasp on her arms.

“You are bewitching me!” she hisses, scandalised.

Tia Dalma merely laughs, throaty and as dry as the air around them.

Elizabeth wrenches her wrists free and steps backwards. She feels less suffocated the farther she moves away, less threatened, and Tia Dalma does not follow her, simply watches through narrowed eyes.

Her back hits the wall, dust fluttering around her, and Elizabeth yelps in shock, head whipping around in search of the door.

Tia Dalma is in front of her in an instant, the air not even rippling around her inhuman speed, crowding against Elizabeth with another wicked laugh. Her leg presses between Elizabeth’s thighs with no further hesitation, rubbing high and fierce.

“St-stop!” Elizabeth stammers, her voice sounding oddly high and strangled to her own ears. “Stop at once!”

Tia Dalma pushes closer, breasts heavy against Elizabeth’s own, her chapped lips at Elizabeth’s neck. One hand rises to Elizabeth’s shoulder, long tapered fingers pinching at her sharply enough that she cries out, and then uneven fingernails claw down her chest, sharp enough that Elizabeth can feel them through the many layers of material.

The scent is overpowering, stinging her eyes and thick against her tongue. Elizabeth chokes on it, head falling back against the wall behind her, hips canting forward without her knowledge or consent. Tia Dalma mumbles against her neck, against her ears, words that Elizabeth does not understand, and does not care to. She can no longer remember why she ever thought to fight against the inevitable, can no longer remember why she thought that anything less than total surrender could be an option. She feels control leave her in translucent waves, an almost visible aura of sin drifting around her, as her body attempts to assure her, as it clings to the power centring between her legs, the throbbing sensation of lust and femininity.

Tia Dalma hums, low and constant, as Elizabeth whines and spreads her legs to the wicked pressure, dizzy and unsure of herself, of her surroundings. She feels sweat form on her brow, across her chest, between her shoulder blades, fitfully warm and wonderfully frantic. Her hips thrust faster, and her breath comes in pained bursts, words caught in her throat. She feels the crescendo building with no idea of when and where it could possibly end, and she feels a million burning eyes watching her, and she feels beautiful and sordid and tainted and Tia Dalma holds her pinned against the wall as everything shatters around her and her flesh crawls and sings and Elizabeth clings to her because she finds that she needs to cling to something.

It takes a moment for her to realise that everything is black because her eyes are squeezed shut, and she can feel Tia Dalma take her hand, twist it so her palm is facing the ceiling. Tia Dalma’s fingertips tickle at her as they trace twirling paths over her knuckles, over the lines of her hand, the veins at her wrist.

And then a harsh pain rips over her palm, like a blade searing the flesh, and Elizabeth’s eyes fly open.

Tia Dalma is gone and Elizabeth is alone in the room. Her hand is flushed but unharmed.
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Date: 11/07/2006 14:36 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Yeah, I kept waiting for Anamaria to just randomly jump on screen. But then Tia Dalma sashayed in and my loyalties flew out the window. She's wonderful, fangirls everywhere are drooling over her and I'm looking forward to the explosion of fic for her. :D Thanks for the awesome comments. I have a few more plot bunnies for PotC that I need to write, then I'll probably go see the film again and get a load of new ones. XD

Date: 12/07/2006 04:02 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morriwritestuff.livejournal.com
As soon as Tia Dalma came onscreen, I knew that I could never love another fictional woman again (for at least a day). Always they would compare to that sultry, disgusting witch doctor and fall completely short.

So, yeah, this makes me kinda happy. The emphasis on smell is a beautiful detail.

Date: 13/07/2006 19:03 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Tia Dalma owns my soul and my pants. She is a thing of hideous beauty.

Date: 14/07/2006 08:59 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightengale.livejournal.com
...Ngh. *memories*

I would LOVE to see more...also, you just bunnied me on Tia using the act of sex as a spell - and the emphasis on Liz's palm makes me wonder, "Spot?"

Over all, though: OMG hot. Very, very nice!

Date: 14/07/2006 22:09 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Yay! *feeds bunny* The thing with the palm just came out of nowhere, just wrote itself. Could be the spot, could be Tia's own branding, could just be her taking advantage of an extremely sensitive part of the body, I'll leave it up to you. :D So glad you enjoyed, and poke me if the bunny grows into a fic, I'd love to read it.

Date: 16/07/2006 11:53 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] warrior-cat.livejournal.com
Hello. XD I've been lurking around various fic all evening, but I felt the pressing need to comment on this particular one because:

1) You wrote Tia Dalma/Elizabeth. Oh my. Cookies for you. XD
2) You write wonderfully. I mean, the chances of finding well written fic these days...
3) You did BOTH 1 and 2... simultaneously. *jaw drops* This is too impressive for words.

Thankyou for a highly enjoyable fic. XD

Date: 17/07/2006 05:56 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for the amazing comments, you've got me blushing like nobody's business. XD

And, yes, I couldn't resist writing Tia Dalma/Elizabeth, it's just too beatuiful and fiesty a temptation. :D

Date: 20/07/2006 07:01 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arch-duke.livejournal.com
Oh-- oh my god. I read this and your Jones x Sparrow fic one right after the other, and I can honestly say that I NEED to go be alone now. I must. XD But.. I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks: Davy x Tia? ... Well, they're nearly canon. The lockets-- oh lord, that would be a wonderful thing.

ALSO! Your writing = superb. I shall.. slowly walk away now. Cold showers...

Date: 20/07/2006 13:02 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Mmmm, Tia/Davy is a delightful possibility, especially since she's one of the few characters I can see completely dominating Davy. I've been bouncing a few theories around with various people in my Journal, and there's a lot of speculation and different ideas about that locket. Very intriguing it is too....

Thank you so much for the lovely comments. I'm so glad you enjoyed both fics, they were bloody fun to write. XD

Date: 20/07/2006 16:43 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-eyes101.livejournal.com
Awesome.

Just...WOW.

I also wasn't spared by finding Dalma goddamn SEXY.

You fic was evrything better than all other Elizabeth slashes.

Too bad she was just having a fantsy.

I wonder what Dlma thought about that!

Damn, that was good.

Date: 21/07/2006 03:10 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arch-duke.livejournal.com
Yes~! You're totally welcome. Wait until my friend reads these. She will love you forever. You SHOULD write Tia/Davy. I'd read it. Over and over again until my eyes bleed for whatever reason. Eheee. <3 !

Date: 23/07/2006 03:16 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic. ♥

Date: 26/07/2006 23:02 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snowgrouse.livejournal.com
*guh*

Got recced this, and boy, was it worth it. I don't even like Elizabeth, but you've made me enjoy being inside her mind. Possibly because Tia Dalma is made of pure pwn.:)

Date: 27/07/2006 17:52 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Indeed she is. *luffs on Tia Dalma* Thanks for the awesome comments, very flattered to know this fic has been recced to you. :D

Date: 02/08/2006 16:27 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alloysius.livejournal.com
Oh wow. This is so hawt I have no words. I went to see POC2 for Pirate!Keira and fell completely in love with Tia. Then you take the two hotties and write this. I love you.

Date: 02/08/2006 19:02 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Thankees. ♥ Pirate!Keira was indeed smexy as hell, and then Tia waltzed onto the screen and I was a goner. I couldn't resist writing the two of them together. They deserve much pretty femslash. XD

Date: 04/08/2006 05:07 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arnavon-san.livejournal.com
Wow... Yep, your story killed my vocabulary. In a good way. It's been a while, by the way. How've you been? I haven't checked here for so long, and look. All these nice (amazing, HOT, deliciously drawn out even though they're so short) stories waiting for me. Happy Day.

Date: 04/08/2006 13:43 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Hoppy-chan! *huggles* I missed you. How are ya? I'm good, still writing away. Glad you enjoyed the story, good to have you back. XD

Date: 18/08/2006 09:41 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alloysius.livejournal.com
I don't know if she was supposed to be like, repulsive with her teeth and lips all black her eyes kinda wild but I remember thinking god I'll lick those teeth clean for you...XD there's way too little fanfic of these two together so keep up the good work!

Date: 18/08/2006 09:43 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alloysius.livejournal.com
oh yeah, and I friended ya :)

Date: 24/03/2007 23:21 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Thankees, Friended you back. :D

Date: 06/04/2007 04:00 (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Holy wow does this have some fabulous imagery. Very nicely done.

Date: 06/04/2007 15:40 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Thank you, anonymous. XD

Date: 03/06/2007 01:19 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dazzleflash.livejournal.com
I'm not a femme slash person, but this was pretty hot! I love the way you captured the essence that is Tia; she's so earthy and sultry and exotic! Very well-written! :D

Say, would you be interested in X-posting this into [livejournal.com profile] dalmafan?

Date: 03/06/2007 11:10 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Oooh, interesting looking comm, I'd love to cross-post there. Thanks for the link. Glad you enjoyed the fic. :)
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