Kaitlynn groaned as the sun filtered through the huge window that took up nearly an entire wall of Hook's quarters. It was nice when it was just moonlight coming in, but the sun, at dawn… She turned her head the other way on the pillow and shifted to lie partially on James' chest, who seemed oblivious to the rising sun, snoring softly as she knew he was prone to do. The blond shifted again, trying to find a comfortable spot that was also partially out of the unwelcome dawn's light, but only succeeded in waking the captain up.
"Mm, Kaitlynn…Up already?" he murmured, shifting slightly to glance out the window. "It's only just past dawn…"
"I know," she groaned. "The damn light woke me up. How can you sleep through it?"
He chuckled and rolled over to hover over her. "Practice, love. Years on the high sea. But as long as we're both up, why don't we engage in something a bit more pleasant, hm?"
At Kaitlynn's encouraging look, James kissed her possessively, pressing their bodies together and rolling his hips against hers. She groaned lowly, bucking back and dragging her nails down his back. James growled and bit her lip sharply, pulling away from her enough to smack her breast sharply, making her cry out in pleasured pain.
"You know better than to try to hurt me, woman," he growled, leaning in to bite and suck roughly at her ear, his hands roughly kneading the pliable flesh of her breasts, squeezing them into new shapes, leaving fingernail marks in the mounds, and twisting and pulling at the hardened nipples.
"Y-yes, sir," she groaned out breathily, writhing a bit and moaning her pleasure. Her hands clenched at the sheets to keep from pulling at his hair, and she bit her lip to keep from asking for what she knew would be denied her if she did end up begging for it. Their game. He tried to make her beg for his cock to fill her, and she tried her hardest not to ask for that greatest pleasure. Instead, she clenched her thighs together to try to gain a little bit of the friction she needed so badly, squirming and bucking up beneath him.
He moaned as her legs caught his cock, crushing it deliciously. He hit her breast harder this time, and she released him with a yelp. "Naughty girl…" He slid down her to bite a breast and suck on it roughly, working on it in his mouth as a hand roughly kneaded the other breast. His other hand pushed her legs apart and roughly massaged the inside of a thigh. Kaitlynn moaned in bliss, her whole body shuddering and bucking up to him, begging him in everything but words to finally fill her. After a while, he chuckled lowly, finally ready to do so, when—
BAMM! BAMM! Yelling could be heard on deck, and a boy's crowing voice echoed somewhere outside yet close by.
Hook's head snapped up, and he gave an annoyed growl, grabbing at the sheets to throw them off. "Damn that brat! Don't I get any peace?!"
Kaitlynn clutched at his pale wrist. "Don't!" She wrapped her other arm around his neck and lightly sucked on his ear, murmuring lowly in it, "Don't go this time…Let them deal with the brat…Am I not more important than fighting a boy?" Her hand slid off his wrist and down to his engorged member, stroking it slowly. "Am I not more…urgent?"
Hook growled in annoyance, torn between his hatred for the boy and the need right in front of him. It was only for a moment, though, and then he had Kaitlynn pinned to the bed again, kissing her fiercely and possessively. She moaned lowly and bucked her hips up to him, needing him, and he answered by flipping her over onto her stomach and pulling her hips up to thrust into her from behind. She loudly moaned her approval and called out his name, rising to her elbows and knees as he yanked sharply on her hair, making her cry out louder as she panted and moaned.
It was only a few short minutes before a pane in the giant window creaked open, letting in the confused calls of the pirates on deck and a twelve-year-old boy.
"There you are, Hook, you old codfish!" Pan grinned, standing on the sill, dagger in hand. "How do you expect to fight me if you stay in bed all day?"
"Go away, Pan," Hook grunted, not even pausing in his pounding pace, though Kaitlynn had quieted down to a few sharp sounds of pleasure as he struck. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"
"Yeah, your bed! What's the matter? Afraid to fight me today?" The boy floated into the room and finally got a better view of what was going on. "…What are you doing?" he asked, mildly fascinated, disgusted, and confused all at the same time. Hook merely flipped his lover onto her back and continued his movements, pressing closer to her, the sheets still covering them for the most part.
"He said go away, you little brat," Kaitlynn growled, glaring up at the boy while clinging to her captain. James shifted into her deeper and roughly massaged her breasts as he bit at her neck. "Ah-a~h-ah! Fuck…God, James… D-don't you know it's rude to interrupt adults during their special time? Oh, fuck…Christ…fuck…That is so good, James…Oh, fucking hell, James…"
Peter's expression stayed confused at first, but with each new sound and syllable that Kaitlynn gave off, his face got redder and redder with an embarrassment he didn't quite understand. Hook and Kaitlynn had taken to ignoring him completely now, and the only reasonable action he could think of taking was retreating out the window again.
The peace didn't last long, though. With the re-emergence of Peter Pan, the pirates on deck began their assault again, and it wasn't long before calls for the captain came from the crew. Hook was near completion, anyways, and he merely shot his load into her with a loud moan and took half a moment to catch his breath before flinging the sheets off and pulling on his breeches and boots to deal with the flying pest, sword and pistol in hand.
Kaitlynn took a few more moments to regain herself, panting and groaning. "Damn brat," she groaned, gathering the top sheet around herself and getting out of bed to storm to the door. Her body ached from being so close to completion, yet unable to find it because Pan had a short attention span and had distracted her man from finishing the job.
The disheveled blond threw the door open and blinked in the brightness of direct sunlight. It took her a moment of standing in the doorway, sheet clutched around her naked body, to take in the chaos that surrounded her. Pirates were scrambling every which way, all trying to get a good shot at the boy wonder, who flitted back and forth around the deck, barely staying in one spot for more than a second or two. He was on the deck, then in the rigging, then on the mast, deck, mast, mast, rigging, mast, deck. The captain stood at the top of the stairs, trying to shout orders to his men and insults at the boy all at the same time.
Kaitlynn watched everything going on, then narrowed her eyes and stormed over to James Hook. She yanked the pistol from his hand and aimed at the boy. Her eyes squinted against the light, one completely shut, and her other hand clutching the sheet tight around her, she made quite the sight, though almost no one noticed. She followed his movement for a moment, flitting back and forth like an ADD bird. She had to make this count. She only had one shot. She quickly jerked her pistol to the right a bit as she pulled the trigger.
BANG.
The boy let out a pained yell and fell from the edge of a mast, landing in the water with a splash. Almost a dozen pirates flocked to the edge of the ship, staring down into the water. "He's down!" they were saying. "He's hit!" "Who got him?" "He's down?" "Someone got him!"
"There," Kaitlynn growled, slamming the pistol onto the railing and turning to face the gaping Hook and Smee. "The little fucker is down, and now you can finish business." She grabbed Hook by his waistband and dragged him back into the cabin, the door slamming shut behind them.
