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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: 07/07/2006 05:48 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ponderosa121.livejournal.com
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

Nngskfslk. Fucking hot.

When you mentioned the pairing in my journal, I didn't really feel any shippy twinge since they didn't have much screentime with eachother in comparison to the others I flailed over, but damn, I'm feeling it now.

Date: 07/07/2006 17:15 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Ah, you see, I am the most shallow of shippers. I see two (or three) pretty people, and my mind starts thinking up ways they can be together, regardless of whether they've even met. And the end of the film was such a tease, with the two strong and sensual female characters finally meeting but having very little time for interaction. Oh well, I shall just have to settle for the loveliness that was Jack/James/Will. Poor me, it's a hard knock life, etc. ;)

Date: 07/07/2006 17:29 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trucizna.livejournal.com
When I saw this movie, I completely fell in love with Tia Dalma. Liek woaz. She's freaking awesome, and totally hot, and your yuri is all kinds of love.

I like that Elizabeth is thinking of Jack instead of Will, and that she doesn't really try to stop her. I love that Dia Dalma doesn't even need to say anything, and we all know she's not working any mojo on Elizabeth. Oh, Elizabeth, you're trying too hard in all of the wrong ways. ♥

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.

Freaking awesome! I knew I couldn't have been the only person who saw that movie and needed more Tia Dalma. Thank you. ♥

Date: 07/07/2006 17:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
She is sex isn't she? I just started drooling the second she came on screen. And she's obviously this all powerful being, this awesome fortune teller, the likes of which have been springing up as Mary Sues all over the fandom since it was born, but she's so sick and twisted and dark and sensual and not perfect and all the hotter for it. I'm so glad I'm not alone in my infatuation. ♥ Thanks for the lovely comments, so glad you enjoyed the fic. :D

Date: 07/07/2006 22:25 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] temptingeve.livejournal.com
Ohmigod. I think you might have just made me die of glee. Tia Dalma = pure sexiness. Pairing her with Elizabeth just makes things better. You should write more of this pairing <3

Date: 08/07/2006 02:43 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Oh, I definitely plan to write more for these two; this was my first Pirates fic, but it certainly won't be the last. And, yes, Tia Dalma is sex on legs. XD

Date: 08/07/2006 04:04 (UTC)

Date: 08/07/2006 05:54 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destrokker.livejournal.com
Tia is so goddamn hot, I could die. Even though I don't like Elizabeth, this was some hot smut. I was totally thinking about something between them when I saw the movie.

:3 I found your fic randomly. Hope you don't mind the comment.

Date: 08/07/2006 09:39 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scarletseraph.livejournal.com
I remember seeing this pop on my flist the other day, and I scrolled by because I wanted to save it until I knew what was what and who was who. But oh, I've been thinking about it all day; ever since she trounced across the screen and into me mind. Filthy, filthy houghts; Elizabeth can pretend she's above them all she wants, but I certainly am not.

In short: Hot. Mmgrowllrr.

Date: 08/07/2006 12:43 (UTC)

Date: 08/07/2006 12:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Mind? Of course not! I'm so glad you liked the fic, and I'm loving how much lust there is for Tia Dalma here at LJ - that woman it hothothot! And it's awesome to know I wasn't the only one distracted from that final revelation by that sizzling potential between Tai Dalma and Elizabeth. XD

Date: 08/07/2006 12:49 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Me too, that woman really is bewitching. I'm going to see the film again today, and this time I'll know she's coming, won't be taken so by surprise, will be able to savour every moment of her screentime, rather than just sitting there in a dumbfounded pool of my own drool.

Date: 09/07/2006 00:17 (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tellitslant
Oooh, awesome! What an out-there pairing, but it still managed to completely work and be in keeping with the tone of the movie as well as HOT.

Date: 09/07/2006 02:12 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashirashadow.livejournal.com
♥ Always amazing.:)

Date: 09/07/2006 17:17 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Thanks so much, I'm so glad you found it to fit with the film's tone; the style and feel of the fic was something I really had to work at, so I'm so pleased it worked. :D

Date: 09/07/2006 17:18 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
♥ Thank you so much. :D

Date: 09/07/2006 17:23 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashirashadow.livejournal.com
Truly, darling, it is my pleasure.

Date: 09/07/2006 17:29 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Oh, you flatter me so. :D

Date: 09/07/2006 18:41 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashirashadow.livejournal.com
I think I'm trying, actually. haha. I didn't realize. It must be your accent.;) ♥

Date: 09/07/2006 19:38 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
♥ I could try to speak with an American accent, if it helps, but I usually end up sounding like Alicia Silverstone in Clueless with a frog in her throat. Curse my thorough Britishness! XD

Date: 09/07/2006 19:50 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashirashadow.livejournal.com
Please promise me to never ever sound like that! lol I'm actually watching the BBC channel right now and I love love love British accents. It's one of my favorite accents. I always say that Americans have no accent. We're very monotone with no inflection but for the country accents and the valley girls. haha.

Anyway! I'm babbling and should probably leave you alone. haha

Date: 09/07/2006 20:00 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Aw, I like American accents, they sound so warm, especially the thick lazy drawl you get in the Southern states. And you are very free to babble, I'm just giving my new fic one last proofread before I post it. Yay for tentacle porn! :D

Date: 09/07/2006 20:17 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashirashadow.livejournal.com
I think the southern drawl is ... southern. I like it but I don't like what it means. The way Americans view people from the country is sad and rude, I think, though infortunately still true with the more "hickish" southerners. I've met a few. Those are very two different accents and people, however.

Tentacle porn, huh? Like La Blue Girl?? Have you seen that? Oh wait.. maybe that's not what I mean. I don't think I remember the name of it. Well anyway, I had no idea you wrote that. You're so versatile. I like it.:) Not to mention talented. Very.:)

Date: 09/07/2006 20:31 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] salmon-pink.livejournal.com
Haven't seen La Blue Girl. Might have to watch it, just out of curiousity, though. ;) I've only written tentacle porn once (http://salmon-pink.livejournal.com/2120.html) before, but it's fun to write; silly and daft and dirty and Davy Jones demands it! And you're flattering me again, you saucy minx. XD

Date: 09/07/2006 20:48 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashirashadow.livejournal.com
Only British girls call me a saucy minx. I love it! I barely talk to my British friends anymore.:(

Stories like those make me like you more.:) You're fun.

And I like flattering you. *blush* ah well...
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