She looked at herself in the full length mirror admiring her reflection. This look was something that had secretly appealed to her from the first time she wore it, when Rumple magically poofed her into her Enchanted Forest disguise. There were some differences, she had opted for a black and red skirt, a white ultra low cut chemise, and a red bodice with black satin laces up the front, as opposed to the muted colors of last time. Instead of the more sensible shoe or boot of the Enchanted Forest, Emma chose black stilettos. She had curled her golden locks loosely and left them down to frame her face, and her cleavage if she were being honest. Killian wasn't going to know what hit him. Her heart began to beat a little faster in anticipation of her night with the Captain. She thought back to their conversation a few nights ago…
She had whispered in his ear one of the many things she wanted to try with him. He let out a small hum of appreciation from deep down in his chest.
"Okay, maybe now then," she had giggled as he began to stiffen under her hand.
"Well, I don't think we are quite prepared for that level at the moment love, seeing as how we're both naked as the day we were born," he said with utmost seriousness. "Let me plan a proper night for you and the Captain," he whispered, voice dripping with desire.
Her thighs clenched together at the promise of yet another fantasy being fulfilled by this gorgeous man laying with her. "When the time comes, I want to be your wench, Captain," she shot back in her own salacious tone.
A half sigh, half moan slipped from her lips as she thought on that conversation, and the rest of that night. Killian had taken her slowly and lovingly. She needed to see him, now, the ache between her legs was becoming insufferable. She looked at the clock, it was a quarter to eight, if she walked slowly, she'd be at the Jolly right on time. But, if she walked, people would see her in this outfit, and people would talk. The last thing she needed was a town full of fairy tale characters gossiping about her sex life. She decided she'd wait until eight and poof herself to the docks.
Killian Jones strutted toward the mirror, taking in his appearance in full pirate garb, complete with pirate duster and sword. "I am devilishly handsome, aren't I," he spoke to the air. Self assurances, a sure sign he was nervous. Would Emma think less of him, if he really let the pirate come out to play? Would she prefer his alter ego, to the loving man? Not that he'd ever been less than a gentlemen with any woman.
The time for doubts and thinking were no more, she'd be here in mere moments. "Pull yourself together you wanker," he prodded, "this is Emma". He inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaled once. Then he heard her calling from above. He took one last look around his quarters to make sure everything was presentable. He climbed the ladder topside, and heard her voice again. Why doesn't she just come ab-
His thoughts were halted when he set eyes upon Emma, his mouth watered at the gorgeous sight of her. All golden waves, bold curves, timid eyes, all accentuated by an authentic wench costume. She wanted to play indeed… Oh, the Captain would play.
"Captain," she called out, voice a little breathier than expected. There was no sign of him. She approached the Jolly, peering from one end of the ship to the other. "Permission to come aboard," she called a little louder, but still nothing, she began to worry he'd forgotten. Then, he was there, Captain Hook, in all his bad boy glory. When he made eye contact with her, she felt a jolt as she watched his expression change from her Killian, to guarded, to awe, and finally to hunger, as he looked her up and down. Her breath was taken from her very lungs, when he lifted an eyebrow in silent acknowledgement that the game was on.
"Permission to come aboard, Captain," she spoke quietly.
"Permission to come anywhere love, as long as it's with me," he smirked, descending the gangplank to bring her aboard.
Emma's eyes widened marginally at his quick character development. Her core was thrumming with need again, as she took his proffered hook and hoisted herself to the deck.
Killian perused her offerings, wondering what ideas she had in mind, he decided to let her lead, since this was her fantasy. "What brings you to Jolly Roger lass?"
"Your men came into the tavern and suggested you might be here...alone, and in need of company."
"Oi! I've never been in need of company, nor have I had to have said company provided or paid for. What do you take me for?" he said with slight indignation.
"No, Captain, that's not what I meant!" she stammered, "Your men were talking of the long voyage you've been on. I assumed you were in need of company."
"Well that is another story indeed, tell me more…" he paused, trying to prompt a name from her.
"Swan, call me Swan."
"Do go on then, Swan," he pressed.
"I've heard stories of the Captain Hook, I just wanted to see if they were true," she explained, stepping further into his space.
"What, pray tell, have you heard?" he questioned.
"Many things Captain, but I'm only curious about the accuracy in the tales regarding your... prowess," she purred the last word, running her fingers along the lapel of his duster.
"You are a bold thing, aren't you?" he asked wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. He brought the curve of his hook to her chin and lifted it, piercing blue eyes cutting into her green. "Answer me darling," he furthered.
"I...I mean no disrespect Captain, I just want-"
"Oh, I know what you want," he teased in a dark voice, bringing his face within inches of hers, "and because I'm in a fair mood, you shall have it," he popped the t, just hard enough to make her quiver in his arms.
"Don't be afraid now, lass, I'll only give you what you want, no more, no less, I am after all a gentlemen, if nothing else."
"I want it all," she breathed out.
Killian's eyes widened at her lust and desire, he hadn't even touched her yet. Gods above, she'd be the death of him.
"Follow me," he said gruffly, clearing his throat in an attempt to maintain his captaincy. He led her down below to his quarters.
Emma gasped upon entering, she'd been here many times, spent night's loving Killian to the soft rocking of the ocean waves. She'd not, however, been a guest of Captain Hook since their time traveling adventure. The room was exactly as she remembered it, his various treasures strewn about the room, maps laid across his desk. She was touched by Killian's attention to detail, his desire to please her.
She made her way to the middle of the room, and awaited his next move. He went to the desk and lit one of the oil lamps. The new light cast part of his face into darkness, the visible irony not lost on Emma. This is one of the things she loved about him, he was both light and dark.
He turned from the task and sauntered toward Emma, "Now, where were we...ahh yes," he grabbed her around the waist again and brought his lips to hers. He sucked on her bottom lip, pulling at it until she opened her mouth to him. Not hesitating he pounced, his tongue invading her mouth, sliding against hers in long strokes. Even though Killian didn't have memories of her, or how her mouth tasted against his that night long ago, he'd thought about his Swan incognito as a bar wench from time to time, her image might've gotten him through a lonely night or two. He didn't know he'd have a chance to see her again, and touch her as he'd so wanted to that strange night in the past.
Emma melted into his passionate kiss. She couldn't believe this was happening, her night with Captain Hook, a fantasy that had gotten her off several times. She ran her hands up his lean torso, to his muscled chest, then pushed his jacket away from his body. It landed on the floor with an audible thump. Wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her senseless, she began to impatiently pull at his vest and shirt. She'd been thinking about this all day, she couldn't help herself.
He pulled away, causing Emma to whimper in protest, and walked to his desk, removing his own vest and shirt along the way. He then made a show of slowly removing his sword from his hip, "Wouldn't want to jab you with this sword, darling," his timbre full of innuendo, and a twinkle in his eye at the memory.
A thrill went through her body at his words, she squeezed her thighs to ease the tension between her legs.
Killian took a seat in his chair and peered up at her, eyebrow raised, beckoning her over to sit on his lap. Her luscious cleavage was at eye level when she sat straddled across his thighs, legs spread making it impossible to discern any sort of self soothing. He brought his hand to her throat caressing the length of it down to the top of her decolletage, where he let his fingers trace along the swells of her breasts, sending shivers through Emma's entire body. Leaning forward he whispered into her ear, "I will take care of you, but first I think I'd like to feel that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. On your knees for the Captain, love."
His commanding tone resonated deep in her belly, she couldn't help moaning in compliance, "Yes, Captain." Emma lifted herself from his lap and felt her own arousal coating her inner thigh.
He stood up and brought her hands to his belt. She deftly unfastened it, along with his leathers. Then dropped down to her knees and grabbed both sides of his pants, pulling them down to his knees. He sat back down in his chair and watched transfixed as his Swan removed his boots, then finished by fully removing his pants.
His arousal stood at full mast waiting for her, she rose up on her knees, and brought a hand to his straining cock fully encompassing his girth. She gave him a pump, then paused; she removed her hand earning a cursory glance from her Captain. She made sure he watched when she lifted her skirts, then let her hand wander up and over her soaking heat. When she brought her hand back to him, he understood, she pumped him again the evidence of her lust now coating his cock. She pumped him freely.
He reached for her left hand which rested on his thigh, and placed it at his balls, understanding his desire she massaged him gently from below, letting her thumb slide over his base to the seam of him. Killian's head fell back at the feeling of both her hands working him, something he'd not been able to do for himself. His eyes had slipped shut at her expert workmanship, and Emma chose that moment to submerge his cock into her warm mouth.
He jumped at the suddenness, "You are a bloody minx, Swan," he cursed.
She looked up at him through her long lashes, pulling off of him. Licking her lips, Emma moved to his base where she placed open mouth kisses one after the other, applying light suction at the sensitive underside of his cock. Arriving at his tip she flattened her tongue along him licking away the precum that had gathered.
"Show me how, Captain," she breathed.
He curled his fingers in her hair, and guided her ministrations. She went willingly with his guidance, alternating between soft strokes with her tongue, and delicately sucking at him.
"I wish you could see what I see, you on your knees, lips stretched around my cock, it's quite breathtaking, really." He felt like he could come just watching Emma, his cock disappearing inside her mouth, and her moans of enjoyment at pleasing him, an exhilarating combination.
As he increased his pace, she hollowed her cheeks, adding more suction.
"Gods, your mouth is just as glorious as I thought it'd be," he praised, then he pulled her off, "but I don't wish to finish like that," he explained. Standing up, he pulled her up gently by the grasp he still had on her hair.
Emma moaned at the sensual pressure his hair pulling caused, it was a feeling she was unfamiliar with, she didn't hate it.
"Like that do you?" he questioned, giving her hair a delicious tug.
"Yes," Emma whined.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Captain," she simpered.
"You're wearing far too many clothes darling, let's remedy that shall we?"
She nodded her approval, "Would you like me to strip, or would you like to unwrap me?" she asked coyly.
"Decisions, decisions...I think I'd like to unwrap you," he chose.
Emma stood at attention as he stared at her. He brought the tip of his hook to her bodice laces and began to tear through them one at a time. Each release of pressure had Emma inhaling sharply. There was something entirely erotic about his hook. She loved it when he purposed it for other than functional reasons. A fetish, she thought. When he tore the last laces, he brought his hand up to her shoulder and pushed the garment down her shoulders.
He extended hand and hook to her sides and lifted the white chemise over her head. Killian certainly loved the undergarments of this realm, and this red satin and lace bra was no exception. It was far too lovely to take his hook to, so he reached around her with his right hand and expertly unclasped it. He gave a low grunt of appreciation at the sight of her bared breasts, her nipples hardening under his intense gaze.
"So lovely, Swan," he murmured before leaning down to take a hardened peak between his teeth, gently flicking at her nipple. He slid his hand down her backside to cup her ass over the layers of her skirt. Unsatisfied with the barrier, he pulled at the waist signaling her to remove the offending garment. He stood back to watch her, licking his lower lip in fascination, as she deliberately ran her hands down her sides pushing the skirts down as she went. Once fully bared for him, he couldn't move, fixated on the fact that she'd worn no knickers, for him, and she was wearing the sexiest pair of heels he'd ever seen. Following his gaze, she bent down to remove the stilettos.
"Leave them on," he demanded, "I want to see them in the air when I take you."
He took a moment to clear his maps, then took her by the hand, and guided her to sit on the edge of his desk. Placing his hook at the hollow of her throat he ran it down her chest, through the valley between her breasts, over the expanse of her lean stomach, and rested it on her abdomen.
"Lay back."
Emma shivered with excitement as she lay back on the desk. He leaned over her peering into her eyes, as if asking permission to continue. The little details of his love and adoration, that he took a moment to see if she was okay, to make sure she still wanted this, made her heart soar. She nodded her ascent, looking deep into his eyes trying to convey the love she felt for him. Almost immediately his hook picked up it's journey, and came to rest at her clit. He smoothed gentle circles against her, causing her to squirm.
"Be a good girl, and keep still," he bid, bringing his right hand to her breast, and his mouth to her other. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, while gently pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger, all in cadence with his hook playing Emma like a finely tuned instrument. Emma's head spun, her eyes closing and her hips bucking. She was right at that precipice, ready to fall...
"I said, be still." he admonished, stopping his ministrations.
Emma's head shot up in protest.
"Will you stay still now?" he questioned sternly.
"Yes," she whined, being pulled back from that glorious edge was painful, her clit throbbing with the need for him to continue.
"Yes, what, love?" he smirked.
Her eyes widened fractionally at his demand, "Yes, Captain," she breathed, lust evident in her tone.
Killian placed the curve of his hook to her stomach, applying a gentle pressure to keep her still. He then brought his fingers to the source of her wetness, a rumble of approval in his chest. He ghosted his fingers over her clit spreading her wetness, "You're so ready Swan, drenched with your need for me," he bragged. Her desperate need, had him hard and aching.
Emma's body was humming with desire, "Please, Captain, take me…"
"Are you begging for this cock?" he asked, stroking himself purposefully.
"Yes Captain, I want- I need your cock to fill me, please," she begged, watching his thick arousal slip through his hand repeatedly.
"Hold on to the edge of my desk, darling, I wouldn't want to fuck you right off the edge," he teased.
Literally no, Emma thought, but figuratively YES please! her mind begged. She grabbed the back of his desk, nails digging into the wood.
He reached down to grab her ankles and propped her feet apart on the front of his desk, then coaxed her knees to fall open for him, a lascivious smile at his lips. He lined up at her entrance, and finally slid home in one glorious thrust.
"Oh," Emma cried out in pleasure, "more please."
"My, my enthusiastic are we?" he grinned, as he slowly slid in and out of her, "All in due time," he promised. He ran his hand down her calf and lifted her ankle to rest at his shoulder, then hooked her other ankle and brought it up to rest at his other shoulder.
The change in position had Emma seeing stars, as he bottomed out, filling her completely. She raked in a heavy breath and grasped at the edge of the desk trying to process all the stimulation she was experiencing. The press of his solid body against the backs of her thighs as he pounded into her, bordered on pleasure and pain. His hand and hook alternating between rubbing up and down her thighs, and squeezing her beautiful round ass. His mouth kissing, licking, and sucking at her ankle and calf. His penchant for talking dirty. It was maddening, she felt light headed, she was rapidly approaching her peak again.
"You feel divine gripping me, you're so bloody tight, Swan" he panted out, "is this what you wanted? What you came here for?" His hips continued to slam into her at a rigorous pace.
"Yes, Captain," she confessed.
"You're a very naughty girl, Swan, your breasts half on display when you arrived. Wearing these heels," he caressed her foot at his shoulder, "and no knickers to speak of, intent on being fucked by the Captain," he growled.
Emma could only nod her head, because yes, that was her only intent right now, and she desperately needed him to let her fall.
"I can't hear you, darling," he chastised.
"Ye-, yes, YES Captain!" she gasped, "please...yes...please..."
"Come for me, Swan" he commanded knowing what she was asking for, what she needed.
Upon hearing his command, her body tensed up and let go all at once. Her orgasm crashed through her intensely, as he pumped into her harder, trying to draw out her high. She bit down on her lip roughly to keep from actually screaming, causing a single tear to escape.
"Fuck-" he ground out, his head thrown back, as her swollen walls spasmed around him, wrenching his orgasm from him. He slammed home once more, spilling into her warmth. He remained seated inside her catching his breath.
He looked down at her, still laid out on his desk, she was glorious in her post coital bliss, hair sticking to the light sheen of sweat on her forehead, cheeks pinked from exertion, lower lip between her teeth, and her legs fallen from his shoulders signifying her sated state. He looked into her eyes, and that's when he saw it, a single tear rolling across her cheek.
"Emma, love, have I hurt you?" he asked with low-key panic in his tone.
"What? No, Killian," she responded quickly.
"Are you sure?" he pressed, as he put his hand to her cheek to thumb away the lone tear.
"Yes, Killian, I'm fine," she tried to reassure him with a smile on her lips.
He couldn't argue with her, if she wouldn't tell him the truth.
She felt a loss when he slid out of her and stepped away. She sat up and watched as he began to dress. Once he had his pants on, he went to the basin to wet a washcloth for her. He gently cleaned her, then he gathered her clothes, and handed them to her.
"I'll be up on deck, darling," he said, and placed a kiss on her cheek.
Emma looked at him curiously as he turned to leave the quarters, she wasn't sure why he was going but she decided to give him a few minutes to himself, to work out whatever was going on in his head. Though not sure exactly what it was, she'd had enough of her own walls and demons to know it was something he needed to deal with alone, at least for a little while. She went to the chest and pulled out one of her cozy flannel nighties she kept on board. After dressing, she crawled into bed and reached for her phone on the side table to texted Killian.
E: I'm not going anywhere, I'll be waiting in bed when you're ready to talk.
K: I'll be down shortly love, sorry.
K: and thank you
E: For what?
Although he saw the last message come in, he didn't respond, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He was so angry with himself, it was hard to breathe, he'd gone and hurt her, gotten carried away, she'd cried. Killian looked out toward the open sea, knowing the calming effect it had, one he'd depended on through decades of rage. If he lived another 300 years he wished to never see her shed another tear over something he'd done. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, his anger fading into sadness. No sooner had the first tears started to well up, then he felt her small arms circle his waist from behind. She rested her cheek between his shoulder blades.
"For what," she repeated her question from the text.
"Sorry for hurting you, and thank you for knowing I needed a moment to myself," he replied quietly.
She immediately maneuvered herself between the railing of the Jolly and his body. Looking up at him she saw tears pooling in his eyes.
"Killian," she spoke softly, placing one hand at his cheek and the other around his waist, "you did not hurt me!"
"Don't try to make me feel better, love, I saw your tears," he argued.
"Killian, I bit my lip so I wouldn't alert the whole marina to our presence. I bit it too hard though, kind of like when you get punched in the nose and your eyes water, same thing," she explained.
He leaned into her palm, as her thumb caressed the apple of his cheek adoringly. "I didn't hurt you?" he asked, voice full of hope.
"Of course not, Killian, I already told you that you didn't hurt me. Why would you think that? Why would you think that's within your capability? The man I met in the Enchanted Forest, that Captain Hook, that was you, full of barely concealed rage, yes, and obsessed with revenge, but still a good man who believed in good form, and fighting for what he wanted. It was you Killian, without feelings for me." She looked at him to see if he was absorbing what she was telling him.
"I didn't want him because he was better, or different, or not you. I wanted him because he was you, he was the only version of you I could allow myself to want at that time. I wasn't ready for all that you had to offer," she punctuated her statement by putting her hand to his heart.
He put his forehead to hers, his tears spilling over at her confessions. He released his grasp on the railing, and clasped them around her back.
"Thank you, love, your words mean more to this old pirate than you could ever know. I don't deserve you, but I swear, if you'll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, and trying to be worthy of your love."
She kissed his tears as they fell, "Killian Jones, I love you...every part of you. There is no part of you that would hurt me. There is no part of you that isn't worthy or deserving of everything you have. I love you" she repeated, staring into his eyes. The hope that bloomed there in place of the sadness, made her own eyes tear up. She kissed him tenderly, sealing her loving words between them.
"I love you too, Emma Swan," he whispered into her lips.
"Good," she murmured, a sly smile beginning to curl her lips.
"What are you grinning about, love?"he beamed, raising his eyebrow.
"Just thinking about some other new things I want to try."
"You are insatiable," he laughed nuzzling into her neck, "and I bloody love it,"he whispered into her ear, nibbling at her lobe.
"Only with you," she whispered back. Then Emma proceeded to tell Killian another fantasy that she'd only dare to try with her cunning, sneaky pirate boyfriend.
