Dedicated to the delightful Nonny who filled my in box on Tumblr with their thoughts on a certain gif from 3x21, and what would have happened if Emma's hand had slipped a bit higher up. Much love to artistic-writer and kmomof4 for giving this the once (twice? thrice?) over for me. Enjoy this offering of highly questionable public behavior that borders on exhibitionism. Rated M / ~2k
"Just two ships passing in the night, then?"
"Passing closely, I hope."
"Speaking of ships, what do you say we leave this place, and I'll show you mine?"
"Wait." Emma reached out to place a hand on his thigh in order to keep him from leaving. "How about we have a few drinks first?" she suggested coyly, missing his thigh altogether and resting her fingertips someplace else.
Hook's eyes darkened as hers widened. She froze, unsure of what to do about her hand.
"Tell you what, love." Hook's voice to seem to drop a full octave, giving it a dark, sensual tone. Well, more sensual than normal. "We'll stay and have a few more drinks, if you keep doing that."
He moved closer to her along the bench as he resumed his seat, causing her fingers to glide up the hardness beneath his leathers until she was cupping him in the palm of her hand. Emma warred with herself for several seconds before casually scanning the tavern to make sure no one was looking or would be able to see what was about to occur under their table. When she turned her eyes back to Hook, she wore a coquettish smile as she poured him another drink with her free hand while kneading him with the palm of the other.
A soft grunt resonated from the back of his throat, and his tongue glided along his bottom lip in an utterly sinful manner. He threw back the contents she'd poured out for him then moved his hand beneath the table. Grabbing hold of her wrist, he prompted her to switch it with her other hand, which he was guiding from where it rested atop the table with the curve of his hook. He then gathered her skirts and positioned them in such a way that her hand and his lap would be covered by their voluminous layers.
"Clever," Emma mused, resuming the motion she'd been employing along his rigid length as he placed his hand at her hip with his arm resting along the outside of her skirts. "Done this before, have you?"
"A gentleman never tells," he teased, slightly strained with his fingers digging into her hip.
Emma bit her lip against the smile creeping at its corners; a response of fond remembrance. "You're a gentleman now, huh?"
His eyes narrowed on her and he crept a bit closer, his knee brushing up against her inner thigh. "I'm always a gentleman," he purred.
Emma's chest heaved from a fresh swell of desire, sending a rush of heat over her entire body. Hook's eyes snapped to where her breasts were straining against the damned corset, his irises now a dark midnight color. Clumsily, Emma began to work on the fastenings of his pants, unfamiliar with their construction, but determined to remove the barrier between her hand and his cock.
A sultry sigh escaped him and his eyes fluttered shut when she finally freed him from the confines of his leathers. His hook scraped across the top of the table and dug in on one of the knot holes when she wrapped her hand around him. Hot and velvety and heavy in her hand, Emma flushed again at the thought of it filling her instead of her grip and began stroking a languid rhythm up and down its length.
"Blood hell," he bit out through clenched teeth, his hand gripping her waist a bit tighter. A rosy tint bloomed over his cheeks, and the chords in his neck tightened. "You're a marvel, love."
The throbbing ache between her legs became more prominent with each pump of her hand, causing her to shift in an attempt to press her legs together. The effort was hindered by Hook's knee, still pressed against her thigh. Desperate to alleviate the ache, Emma tilted her pelvis forward and began grinding against Hook's knee.
A smirk pulled at his lips and echoed itself along his brow as he gave her a smug stare. It didn't last long, disrupted by a sudden succession of stuttering gasps when she rotated her hand and began to pump him faster. Her hips moved in time and her teeth dug into her lip, forcing back the moans collecting in the back of her throat.
Without warning, Hook's hand grasped her hand and stilled it. "I think," he began on labored breaths, "that it is high time we take this back to my ship."
Lust and need took over, overriding her good sense, and she nodded, removing her hand with one last swipe of her thumb over the tip of his member, causing him to suck in a grunting breath.
"Minx," he muttered while tucking himself back into his leathers, and doing up the fastenings only well enough to keep himself from springing out as they walked back to his ship. "You'll pay for that."
"Do you intend to punish me, Captain?" Emma taunted.
"Aye," he replied, standing and offering her his hand to assist her off the bench. He pulled her into his chest, his lips inches from hers, and promised, "You'll be begging for my mercy before I'm done with you."
"I don't beg," she retorted sharply, meeting his heated gaze with a glint of defiance.
"Is that so?" His brow cocked up his forehead, and a feral grin took over his face. "Well, I do so love a challenge."
Hook pulled her towards the exit, and the cool night air did little to relieve the heat of desire she knew was radiating off her body. A rough tug of her hand had her stumbling into a dark alley and pressed against a stone wall just out of sight of anyone that might pass by. Hook's lips latched onto the juncture between her neck and jaw, and her knees nearly gave out.
"I thought… oh," Emma gasped when he pulled her earlobe between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. "I thought we were going to your ship?"
"Aye, love. We are," he assured her. His breath sent a quiver of pleasure through her which settled wantonly between her legs. God, if he could make her react like that with just his breath, she could only imagine what he could do with his tongue… or any other part of him, for that matter. "I thought you might enjoy a bit of a detour."
While his lips set a path back down her neck, his hand rucked up her skirts until he could slip it beneath and find her leg. "No stockings? You are a naughty lass, aren't you?" His hand slid up her leg to her hip where he toyed with the edges of her panties. "Intriguing," he murmured against her neck, continuing his tactile examination of her underwear. "I don't think I've ever come across a garment such as this before." Pulling his lips from her neck, his glassy, lust filled eyes roamed her face as he pondered aloud, "Just who are you, love?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered breathlessly.
"Perhaps, I would."
His mouth descended and began to plunder hers, eager and demanding, while his fingers slipped beneath her panties and made contact with the wetness pooling there. He groaned into her mouth and she thrust her hips forward, urging him along in his ministrations.
"So wet," he rasped into her skin, now paying his special attentions to the other side of her neck.
His fingers glided through her folds, familiarizing themselves with her sex, while the heel of his palm applied a rocking pressure against her clit. Emma's head fell back against the stones, and she arched further into his touch. She jumped a little at the feel of cool metal against her leg, his hook prompting her to sling her leg over his hip so he could better attend to her; a prompting she happily complied with, and a cry of pleasure escaped her when he slid a finger inside.
"Hush, love," Hook admonished softly. "You'll attract the wrong sort with those noises, and I am not the sharing type."
His words sobered her slightly. She most definitely did not want to draw attention to their activities, especially when she considered the fact that her Hook... no, not hers, um… the fact that Killian would start to worry and come looking for her at some point. All those concerns went flying out of her head when another finger sank into her and his thumb did something miraculous over her clit.
"That's it, love," he encouraged, his words caressing her collarbone, along with his teeth.
Emma pried a hand off the wall she was anchoring herself to and slid it between them, intending to match the way he was pumping his fingers into her, with him in her hand.
"Ah, ah," he chastised playfully, his hook catching her wrist within its curve and pulling her hand away. "As a gentleman, I must insist. Ladies first."
His tongue sent sparks skittering across her skin, pebbling her flesh in its wake as it traced her collarbone then over the swell of her breasts until it dipped into her cleavage. Emma's breaths came in labored bouts from the feel of his fingers frantically coaxing her to higher levels of ecstacy. A twinge of exquisite pain from where he was now sucking a brand into her cleavage, mixed with the precision of his hand had her desperate for release.
"Hook," she breathed.
"Aye?" he replied, his smug smirk nearly audible. "What is it, love?"
"I...I need." She wet her lips and swallowed.
"I know," he said. "All you have to do is say please." Emma groaned. The bastard would make her beg for it. "Just one little please, and I'll give you want you need."
To hell with her pride. It wasn't like he would remember any of this anyway… she hoped… kind of.
"Please," she moaned. "Hook, please!"
"As you wish."
His words had her tumbling off the precipice, and she crashed into a sensation of complete bliss. She knew Hook had been uttering words of praise and encouragement in her ear, but none of them registered as she came off her high. At some point she must have grasped onto his upper arms for support. She let her head fall forward against his shoulder and his hooked arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he removed his hand from between her legs.
"I trust the lady is satisfied," he murmured into her hair. Emma hummed in response which made his chest shake from the chuckle resonating there. "Not too satisfied that you would refuse to join me on my ship for a nightcap, I hope?" He rolled his hips into her at the mention of a nightcap, leaving little doubt in Emma's mind as to the type of refreshment he was referring to.
Lifting her head, she looked up at him and saw anticipation dance in his eyes. Surely, they had time for a nightcap. She was supposed to keep him occupied, after all.
"Lead the way, Captain."
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"Are you kidding me?!" Emma exclaimed, eyes wide as she took in Hook's collapsed form on the floor. Knocked clean out from the right hook Killian had delivered against his jaw. "How is that not gonna have consequences?"
"He was asking for it," Killian defended. "And, like I said, he'll blame the rum.
Now let's get out of here."
Emma went to clamor back up the hatch steps when Killian called out to her.
"Swan?" The drawled, slightly accusatory tone in his voice made her stop with one foot positioned on the first rung of the hatch steps. "Care to explain why the laces of his pants are loosened in such a manner?"
Slowly, she turned from the ladder and faced him, a betraying heat rushing to her cheeks.
Killian sauntered forward until she was pressed against the hard edges of the steps. His forget-me-not eyes searched her guilt riddled face then flicked down. The muscle in his jaw jumped when he caught sight of the mark his past self had left on her skin. Looking back up at her through his dark lashes, he leaned in, his lips a breath away from hers, and whispered, "Something you care to tell me, Swan? Or… perhaps you'd like to show me instead?"
The End