~ I was on Tumblr looking at Sleeping Hook when a crazy idea came into my head and this is it. Ehehe. Enjoy! ~

"Your drink." The bartender said as he set the glass down in front of Aurora who flashed him a tiny smile in return. She coiled her delicate fingers around the champagne flute and bought it to her mouth, taking a tentative sip of the sweet liquid, her painted lips leaving a mark on the glass.

She placed the glass down on the bar and turned on her stool, eyes scanning the room. Men, some locals to her fine establishment, sat on the couches with girls draped across their laps, lips at their necks. The familiar scent of cigar smoke filled the air and danced into her nostrils as she inhaled a deep breath.

Aurora fisted a hand into her deep red skirts and lifted them only slightly so she could step off of the stool and exit the room. The carpets in the place were carpeted a deep crimson that matched the curtains in all the rooms of the brothel.

As she shifted further into the house, through the hallways, she was greeted by the faint yet familiar cries of carnal pleasure that came from behind the doors she passed. Tonight seemed to be a good night for business.

The woman reached the back exit to the place that lead out into the alley, boxes and trash scattered around everywhere. She sucked in a lungful of fresh air that felt amazing after spending hours in that stuffy, smoky room.

Aurora leaned against the stone wall next to the door, shivering as the cool stone hit the bare skin of her arms, and her eyelids fluttered shut as she took deep, refreshing breaths.

A moment later, she could feel something cool and sharp probing her throat and her eyes snapped open. A man in his late thirties stood before her, the stench of alcohol filling her nostrils as he grabbed her shoulder hard, knife pressing against her throat.

She began to pant with apprehension, desperately trying to think of a way to escape this man. As he spoke, his words slurred. "Well you sure are pretty." He chuckled to himself and grinned a toothless grin.

The girl whimpered as he forced himself on her, pinning her against the wall as his tongue invaded her mouth and she almost gagged from the taste of cheap bourbon and cigars.

He shifted so he could pin her hands above her head with a single hand, the other moving to her skirts where he clumsily began to lift them.

She cringed and tore her mouth from his, screaming for help from anyone. Aurora could certainly hold her own against the men who tried it on with her in the brothel, but this man was fat and had her tiny form crushed against the wall so she couldn't move.

Just as he was about to undo his trousers, a deep, almost threatening voice came from the mouth of the alley. "Now is that any way to treat a lady?"

Aurora glanced down the alley. The face of the man was masked by the darkness of the night, the street lamp just unable to light his features. The drunk who had Aurora pinned scoffed in annoyance. "This has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, it has everything to do with me. You're about to traumatise that poor woman."

The drunk pulled away from Aurora and she gasped for air the best she could in her tight corset. Tiny bumps protruded on her skin as the cool air hit it. The drunk lifted his pocket knife to the man, threatening him but the man only guffawed in response.

"Just what do you expect to do with that letter opener, mate?"

"Kill you so I can move back on with what I was doing."

A snigger and the man moved into the alley until the bright moonlight struck his form. His hair was as dark as the stubble on his chin, his eyes a piercing blue that were set into narrow slits unlike his mouth that was a smug grin. It took only a moments glance for Aurora to realise he was a pirate.

He drew his sword and the tip of it kissed the drunk's neck, a tiny bead of blood oozing from it. The drunk lifted his hands in defeat and stumbled back away. "She's all yours." Was all he said before he broke into a run past the pirate. Once he out of site, the pirate turned to Aurora who was slumped against the wall and panting with relief.

"You alright, love?"

"Y-Yes..Thank you."

"Ah, it was nothing." He paused to extend a hand. "Killian."

She placed her hand in his, a small smile upon her lips. "Aurora."

He bowed and kissed her hand, mocking a gentlemen that she knew he wasn't. "You're a pirate?" She asked once he was stood straight again and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips, his arms splaying outward. "That I am."

"Well, what are you doing in London? Shouldn't you be at sea?"

"My crew and I decided to set anchor and see what sites London had to offer."

"Seen anything you like?"

"Just one thing." He said with a devilish smirk curving his lips as his cerulean irises scanned over her form. A flush burned her cheeks and after a moment, she said, "Well, why don't you bring some men back here. This here is my brothel, and I'd like to give you my thanks for saving me by offering the services of my girls to you and your men."

He cocked a thick brow. "From what I hear, you're pretty full up." The pirate was referring to the pleasured cries that could be heard from even out here in the alley, though they were only faint.

"It'll be easy enough to clear them out I'm sure. Be back here in an hour with your men and my girls will be here waiting." She flashed him a ghost of a smirk and he lifted a hand to twist a curled lock around his thick forefinger. "They'll be here." He mumbled in an exaggerated lascivious tone.

"Thank you again. People don't take risks for anyone around here." She said as he walked away, causing him to glance over his shoulder and grin deviously. "Well, I'm not from around here."

It was easy enough to get the men to leave, and within the hour the girls had quickly washed and redressed themselves in time for the pirate and his men.

Aurora felt an unfamiliar bubble of excitement as the door to the brothel was knocked upon. "Charlotte. Theresa. Get the door, will you?" She ordered and two of her finest girls left the large living room that was filled with most of her girls.

Aurora herself sat at the bar and smiled to herself as she heard laughing and jeering from the hallway, and moments later a large group of men entered the room led by their captain, Killian.

She slipped off her stool and splayed her arms open, a welcoming grin on her lips. "Gentlemen! Welcome. My girls are at your service. We have all kinds of women to satisfy all kinds of needs." At that, the men of Killian's crew were led away by Aurora's girls, some taken to the rooms and some to the couches.

Theresa and Charlotte were the only girls who had stayed by Aurora's side;they were the ones Aurora saved for special guests. Killian bowed before Aurora, a devilish glint in his eye and a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Milady."

"It's good to see you again, Captain." She replied, a ghost of a smirk on her own freshly painted lips. She gestured to Charlotte and Theresa and they moved to Killian's side, clinging to him and pressing their lips to his neck and cheeks.

They really were very beautiful. Charlotte had pale blond curls that contrasted with her tanned skin and sapphire blue eyes that matched the gem in her necklace. She had a small chest, but her beauty made up for it.

Theresa, on the other hand, was her opposite. Midnight black hair and eyes so dark they almost matched it. Her skin was pale as snow and her breasts were larger than most of the other girls' and they hung over the line of her pale pink corset when she breathed.

Two magnificent girls, but neither had anything that could compare to the beauty of Aurora so Killian graciously denied them. "Perhaps later, girls. For now, I'd like to have a drink with your mistress." He turned his attentions back to Aurora who had a slender brow cocked. She gestured for Theresa and Charlotte to busy themselves with the other men before she slid back onto her stool at the bar, Killian taking the one next to her.

She tentatively sipped at her champagne, Killian's intense gaze fixated on her own. There was something in his eyes - lust. His pupils were dilated and she could tell he was trying to control his breathing. Do I really have such an affect on him? She questioned herself.

"There are plenty of girls here, Killian. Take your pick." A small smirk curved her scarlet red lips.

"Ah, yes. But there's a reason I'm not taking any of them to bed." His tongue darted out over his lips to wet them and, resting a forearm on the bar, he leaned in closer to her so their faces were barely apart and she could feel his warm breath tickling her face.

She attempted and failed to keep her breathing calm at his closeness, her words coming out as no more than a whisper. "And what would the reason be?"

He shifted forward the tiniest of fractions so their lips were hovering over one another's. "They're not you." He breathed. Killian moved a hand to her face, gently caressing her cheek with the pad of his thumb, sending a shiver down Aurora's spine.

"I am the mistress of this house. I don't dally with the guests; that's the girls' job." She paused to steady her erratic breathing, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. "But I guess I could make an exception for the one who so kindly saved me earlier. Ask Charlotte to show you to my bedroom in 15 minutes."

She slid off the chair with a coy smile and sauntered out of the room, catching a glimpse of him checking out the rear view as she glanced over her shoulder on the way out.