Trying Something New is a series of smutty stories I've been working on in which a post-Neverland Killian and Emma fall for each other and find various ways to explore their relationship. Lots of sex, role playing, and a few mushy moments here and there. But essentially smut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Once Upon a Time, though I really do think Hook and Emma make a sexy pair. Just sayin'.
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Trying Something New: Captain Hook
(Emma uses a magic mirror to catch a glimpse into Killian's past, finding herself intrigued and aroused by his dark past. Involves rough sex, bondage, anal sex this chapter.)
Killian wasn't sure he should do it, could do it, really. He loved Emma- the idea of lapsing back into his callous Captain Hook ways and using her just seemed wrong. But Emma was always an adventurous lass, and even he could appreciate wanting to try something different in the bedroom from time to time. After all, if she'd wanted to make him her slave for the day, he wouldn't say no. They'd mixed things up before; they'd had fast angry sex, slow loving sex, sex in the shower, on the floor, against the wall... and every time had been amazing. And because he loved her, and she trusted him, it would be fine.
He also suspected that his Swan, for all the responsibility she willingly shouldered, wanted to occasionally feel powerless. To give up the control to someone else- and knowing she could trust him made Killian the natural choice. It all made sense. He just didn't want to hurt her.
Of course, if she'd been turned on enough to do what he'd quite clearly caught her doing, maybe he should be worried that she'd like it too much, he thought with a chuckle.
Wanting to make her happy, he started arranging things in his cabin to set the mood. He unrolled a few maps on his desk, picking the outdated ones he knew he could ruin if need be. He placed a bottle of rum on it and lit a few lanterns to give the cabin a soft glow. He dug through a his cabinets until he found the whip used for problematic prisoners (it hadn't been used in a long time, but probably added to the mystique, he reasoned.) He put black silk sheets on the bed, then threw a pair of shackles on the floor next to it, just in case she wanted to be particularly unruly. He placed a particularly beautiful gold necklace on the chest by his bedside- it had emeralds in it, and he imagined that Emma would look absolutely gorgeous wearing it, especially if she was wearing nothing else.
Satisfied with the room, he bathed and donned his typical pirate leather, swapping out his leather vest for a red brocade that yelled "Captain" a little more forcefully. He sipped on some rum to make sure he smelled and tasted like alcohol when she kissed him. And to calm his nerves.
Then he got into the right mindset, trying to forget that he had a date with the perfect woman and instead telling his Hook side that he was about to utterly have his way with a bona fide princess. Sure, Killian Jones had screwed Emma Swan dozens of times, but Captain Hook wasn't looking for love, had fucked plenty of pretty, feisty women and was much more interested in the idea of taking a beautiful Princess. A savior. That was a treasure the captain had yet to acquire. And the more she fought, the better it would be when she finally submitted to him.
Emma arrived a few minutes before 7, hair curled in ringlets down her back and catching in the breeze like strands of golden silk. She wore her typical black tank top and jeans combo, though he noticed this particular pair of jeans had holes and paint on them. Instead of boots, she'd picked out high red heels. (Ok, he admitted to himself, those he liked. )
He had left a note for her on a barrel, and watched from the shadows as she read it, then tied the blindfold he'd placed next to it around her eyes.
He walked quietly up behind her and placed a hand on her back, pushing her in the direction of his cabin. Once inside, he bolted the door and walked around her, admiring the view before pushing her to her knees and standing in front of her to remove the scrap of fabric over her eyes. He leaned back against the desk and watched as she drank in the room, eyes going wide when she noticed the whip, but to her credit she stayed silent. She then raked her eyes over him, and he could tell she liked what she saw there in the slight smile that flitted across her lips. So far, so good he thought.
He stood her up, and surveyed his prize. With her hair and makeup done, she'd clearly put effort into looking especially beautiful, though he honestly thought that she could make mud and burlap look appealing if she wanted to. His hook traced over her jaw, and she bit her lip as she looked at him, unsure of what was to come next. Ok, he thought. Showtime.
"A few rules, my dear," he began, voice sharp as a knife and lust creeping into every syllable. "Let me tell you how it works on my ship: I make the demands, and you follow them. Seeing as you've come here, I assume you'll submit yourself willingly to my every desire." He paused to take a long sip of rum, then turned back to her. "I've taken many a woman, but never a royal, and I'm planning on making the most of tonight. By the time I'm finished with you, I expect you'll be quite sore," he checked darkly,"but you, darling, are one treasure I plan on enjoying. Thoroughly."
His hand roamed over her body as he stood her and circled her, settling behind her as he pressed himself subtly against her ass and ran his hand under her shirt. She laid her head back against his shoulder, and he leaned down to nip at her long neck while his hand toyed at the waistband if her jeans.
"I hope you're not expecting a fairy tale, love. I'm not planning on being gentle with you." He laughed in her ear, causing her to stiffen as he moved back in front of her.
His hook caught in the front of her shirt, and with a quick tug he split it down the middle, shoving it off her shoulders. He got an eyeful of the intricately embroidered red and black lace bra she was wearing, and turned his attention to her pants. "Let's see if these match..." He whispered, before precisely cutting her pants off her in a few quick strokes to reveal cheeky panties in the same fabric. "My, my, princess. Not what I expected. You certainly know how to dress for the occasion." He stalked around her, admiring the outfit from every angle. "I'd say that you knew exactly what you'd be getting from me tonight. Not much of a challenge after all, are you?" He taunted.
"Killi-" she began to scold.
And he slapped her- not hard enough to leave a mark or really hurt, but it was more than enough to get her attention. "Captain, my dear. You will address me as Captain, or milord, if you prefer."
She arched a brow,"Really? You expect me to say Milord? You have got to be joking."
Glaring at her, he shoved her to her knees again. "I expect you to do as your told. And if you insist on using that smart mouth of yours, I'll certainly put it to good use." He dropped his belt to the floor and leaned back against the desk behind him, unlacing his pants and drawing out his already semi-hard cock. "Go on. Suck my cock, princess. I going to remember what it looks like to fuck your pretty face and have you on your knees in front of me."
He grabbed the back of her head, and for a moment Emma wanted to resist. Not because she'd ever had a problem with giving him a blowjob, but because of how dirty he made it sound. Was she going to fully embrace the fantasy? After all, she WAS a princess, willingly offering herself up to the pirate. How was he supposed to behave? Wasn't this what she'd asked him for? So she resisted enough to make it believable, pushed back against his hand as he smeared precum across her lips. Then, looking up at him, she darted out her pink tongue to lick it off, before opening wide to let him push into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the head, the licked down the underside of his shaft as he thrust into her, his eyes focused on what she was doing. "Now, that's a good girl," he murmured quietly, pushing deeper into her mouth. "I want to make tonight last, so I think I'll fuck your face til you've learned how to use that mouth properly, and then have my way with the rest of you after I've seen you swallow my seed."
She glared at him, pushing her hands against his thighs as he continued to pump into her mouth. He was going deep, so deep she almost choked on him, but he was letting up just enough to give her a breath every few thrusts. It was a delicate balance, and her eyes began to water as she struggled to keep the pace. But it was strangely arousing too, listening to him groan and feeling him get harder as he took his pleasure. She sucked and licked him, worshiping his impressive cock with her mouth in every way she could, wanting him to be pleased with just how good she was.
All the while, his blue eyes bored into her as he just kept on watching her blow him, hand fisted in her hair and hips rocking forward with each thrust.
"You should see yourself, Emma. On your knees with your lips wrapped around me. You look more like a whore than a princess, darling. And this is just the beginning. I bet you like this, too. I'd wager that your little cunt is practically dripping, and I haven't even touched it yet." She moaned because it was true and she knew it. She WAS wet for him, had been since the moment she stepped on his ship. "I'm right, aren't I?" He laughed. "Well, I'll soon find out. I've never tasted a princess before. Mark my words, before the night's over, you'll be screaming my name. I'm going to make you beg for it, then take you over and over." She moaned again, sending vibrations straight through him. God, he was being so filthy, and she LOVED it.
He was getting close, and even though he was being selfish he had to admit that he did want to come in her mouth, on her face. A few more thrusts and he was there, spurting down her throat and pulling out to drip cum over her lips and chin and he jerked himself the rest of the way off. She looked so dirty and debauched, and he swore he'd never seen anything more arousing in his life until she proved him wrong. At first he was worried she'd be upset, but instead she locked eyes with him and snaked her tongue out to lip the glistening cum off her lips, moaning "mmmmm" then gently licking a stray drip off his shaft.
Holy. Shit, Killian thought. He had never been more turned on, his cock already twitching again.
But he wasn't ready for another go just yet, and his dirty princess needed to be thoroughly put through her paces before he could properly ravish her.
"Mmmm, Emma. You're such a good girl." He praised, wiping the last of his cum off her face with a finger and letting her suck it off. "But so filthy for me." He helped her stand and palmed her ass, squeezing it as he pushed her hips flush against his. "I'm keeping these," he said as he tore her panties off and flicked them onto the desk with his hook, leaving her gasping and naked save her bra and the red heels. He ran his hook over her pussy, making her moan and finding it just as drenched as he'd anticipated. "Take off the bra and lay on the bed." He commanded, turning from her to take another sip of his rum. She dropped the bra to the ground, her nipples already erect and aching for him. He watched her crawl over the bed, the mind-blowing view causing him to wonder for a brief moment if she'd let him fuck her ass. Yeah, he thought, this was not Killian Jones talking; Captain Hook was definitely in control tonight.
She lay on her back, golden hair fanned over his pillow, knees in the air and legs spread to give him full view of her visibly drenched pink pussy. He sat back, sipping his rum while sitting on the desk. "Mmmmm. So pretty. Fuck yourself, darling." He said, watching her.
She swallowed. Not that he hadn't caught her touching herself before, but given the day's earlier events it seemed so awkward. She bit her lip again, looking away while she tried to gather herself.
"Emma. I gave you an order." He stared at her, his body posture casual but his tone anything but.
"Just a minute, ok?"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" His voice was smooth but that edge was still there.
"Just a minute," she repeated.
"Just a minute, please, Captain." He corrected her, "And no, it's not ok."
Her heart raced as she began to move her fingers to her aching center. Turning her head away from him, she began to lightly dance her fingers over her clit in tiny circles.
"Not good enough," he warned her, causing her eyes to snap back to him. "I was going to give you the chance to keep the use of your hands, but it seems you don't know how to properly use those either. And seeing how you were such a quick learner with that mouth of yours, I think I'll have to teach you another lesson."
He saw her recoil a bit when he swooped down to pick up the shackles , and watched as fear ghosted over her face for a moment before she set her jaw defiantly and glared at him. He couldn't blame her. Being locked up and at the mercy of Captain Hook was a fate that, honestly, didn't always turn out well. Of course, she had nothing to fear, but maintaining the charade was part of the game.
He locked her wrists, then attached the chain between them to a little ring on the headboard, hoping she wouldn't think too hard about how efficient the system was. He caught her testing the cuffs, but he'd made them tight enough that there was no way she was getting out.
Then he returned to the desk, smirking at her as he took another drink.
"I have to say, princess, you look particularly tempting chained to my bed and completely at my mercy. You could scream for help until your voice gave out and nobody would hear you out here. I could do anything I want to you, and you'd be powerless to stop me." He stepped up to her and dragged his hook up her body, the cold steel making her shiver even as she moaned for him. He traced her nipples with the metal as she arched her body into his teasing touch. Gods, he loved how responsive her body was. Thinking back 200 years, he imagined what he'd have done with such a rare, willing beauty at his mercy. He'd have wanted to make her beg, make her scream. He'd probably keep her tied to his bed for hours, maybe days, fucking her over and over while she bucked and writhed under him.
For her part, Emma was struggling to keep the fear of being at such a clear disadvantage at bay, focusing instead of how good his hook felt on her skin and how sexy and dangerous he'd seemed doing exactly these things when she watched him in the mirror. She'd begged him to take her like a pirate, but began to wonder what she'd gotten herself into. Not one to back down from a challenge, she reminded herself that the girls in the mirror certainly seemed to be enjoying getting fucked by the captain, and considering he DID actually care for her, she had nothing to fear.
"I'm not afraid of you, Captain." She said, looking at him defiantly. "I've been told at least once that I'm a tough lass. I think I can handle whatever you've got."
And there was his Swan. The part of him that was Killian swelled with pride as the Hook part took dark delight in the challenge. He wrapped his hand around her throat lightly, locked eyes with her, and responded "We shall see, my dear."
Off came the coat, then his hand was on her breasts, palming them roughly, pinching the nipples and nipping at them as he covered her body with his weight. She moved a little to try to shake him off when the biting was too much, but he growled and instead actually sucked harder, leaving his mark on her creamy skin. He forced her legs open wider, placing his cold hook against her and commenting that he'd tie her ankles up too if she didn't cooperate, then laughing when he felt the resistance go out of her at the warning.
For all the fighting and defiance she was exhibiting, her true feelings about their little game were more than obvious as he considered her wet, pink folds. "I wonder how a princess and savior tastes..." he purred as his tongue flicked out to taste her obvious arousal. "Oh God!" She gasped as he buried his face in her pussy. "Mmmmm darling, you are delicious. Sweeter than honey, and so fucking wet for me." He said as he licked at her pulling deep, needy moans from her throat. "You're practically dripping; I guess you really are just making a show of it- I can practically taste how bad you want to get fucked." He began to suck and lick at her clit, enjoying the way her legs started to tremble as she struggled against her bonds and her wanton gasps filled the room.
Oh god, she was so turned on and so close already, the combination of his words and actions going straight to her core. "Oh god, yes!" She gasped as he moaned into her cunt and licked harder, his wicked tongue teasing her in ways she'd never get used to. Her breathing became harder, her legs shaking, she felt the pleasure coiled so tight in her belly and she was so close...
And the he stopped and chuckled as she bucked her hips up towards his face.
"What the fuck?"
"Oh, it's not going to be that easy, love."
"What? No, no! Oh my god, you can't do this to me!" She shifted her hips, desperate for friction to ease the ache.
"That's not exactly begging, Emma. I think you can do better." He leaned over and flicked his tongue lightly over her clit once, causing her to cry out but still denying her any release.
"This is so mean! You are a fucking bastard!" She yelled, so frustrated she wanted to cry but refusing to give in so easily.
He rose off the bed, and licked his lips, making a show of tasting her on them. "I never claimed to be nice, now did I? And I was so enjoying your sweet little cunt. You were so wet for me even before I buried my tongue in you; I can only imagine how badly you need it now." He smirked at her, removing his vest and shirt as he gently played with her closest nipple.
"I hate you." She glared daggers at him.
He brought his lips to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "This doesn't have to be difficult, princess. Beg for it. Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you. Admit that you love being subject to my every whim, that you're wet and writhing on my bed, desperate for me to relieve you of that ache. I'm not a heartless man, darling. Plead with me, tell me what you crave and I'll happily reward you for it." His pants joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and she couldn't help but stare at his cock, big thick and already hard again.
"I could just make you suck it again," he mused, stroking himself slowly. " and maybe give you another chance tomorrow, after you've spent the night chained to my bed while I bring you close to the edge over and over, keeping you desperate for release."
And suddenly she realized, he would do it. He would play with her all night until she gave in to him.
"No, please. I need to come." She whimpered, undulating on the bed and locking eyes with him. "Please, Captain."
A brilliant smile shot across his face. "What exactly do you need, darling?"
Her resolve shattered, pure desperate need driving her to plead with him, just as he'd wanted. "You. Please, Captain, I need you, I need you to make me come. I need your mouth back on me, your cock buried inside me! I'm so fucking wet for you! I can't wait until tomorrow! Please fuck me!"
At her desperate words, he chuckled and returned to his spot between her legs, mouth licking her wet heat for a few blissful seconds, a relieved cry escaping her lips. He kissed his way up her body, lips on her belly, kissing and sucking at her breasts. He slanted his mouth against hers, forcing her to taste herself as he deepened the kiss. He then made his way back down, flicking his tongue out against her swollen clit. She was so sensitive, twitching with every stroke on his tongue. "Oh, god" she moaned, clearly close again.
And again he stopped.
"Oh fuck you!" she screamed, livid and desperate for relief.
"That's the plan," he growled, suddenly shifting and surging forward to completely sheath himself inside her. She keened high and long, back arcing off the bed as he gripped her hips. She'd been wet enough, but he usually stretched her with his hands before plunging into her, and the sudden intrusion was nearly too much. He felt too big, her body struggling to accommodate him as he slowly pulled out and plunged into her again.
"Take it all, princess," he growled. "I can tell you want it. You're soaking wet, hot, and so tight for me." He pulled out, rubbed his cock over her clit a few times to get her close again, then leaned back, pulling her into him as he drove his hips into her, setting a deep, steady pace.
"Oh god, oh god, Captain, it's too much!" She moaned even as she wrapped her legs around him and he shifted the angle to his liking, fucking her harder.
"Much better, Emma. I knew you were a smart girl. You feel so fucking amazing, love. So tight, so soaking wet. And you look so good spread out in front of me, tied up and at my mercy, bosom bouncing with every thrust, your beautiful mouth looking so wet and hot that I think I'm going to have to fuck that again before the night's over. But for now, I'll just watch my cock disappear into that gorgeous cunny of yours."
Emma couldn't take it much longer. Her body was practically singing with the need for an orgasm, every nerve overstimulated. But he wasn't even trying to make her come anymore, merely keeping her close so she stayed fluttering around him as he fucked her. He kept adjusting the angle to stimulate his cock in different ways , and the constant changes felt so good, the pleasure spreading through every fiber of her body. Again he brought her so close she could practically taste her release, and abruptly pulled out of her.
He could tell she was close again , and the sadistic Hook side of him couldn't resist denying her once more, pulling out just as he felt her about to cross the threshold. This time earned him a legitimate scream of anger, and he couldn't help but laugh. She was unbelievably wet, and as he flipped her over and pulled her onto her hands and knees, any fight she'd had was replaced by frenzied rutting back against him. He lined himself up again, his arm holding her in place as his fingers teased her outer lips. He slowly, so slowly, pushed the head if his fat cock into her as his finger moved to dance over her clit in tiny, light circles. She tried to push back against him, only to have him "tsk" her and pull away from her completely.
"Emma... You're going to stay just as you are unless told to move. I am the one in control here. You'll only get to come when I grant you the privilege."
"Yes... Milord" she responded, stilling her body even as she looked back at him with a sly smile, which disappeared almost immediately as he spanked her ass hard, rubbing as the reddened area gently afterwards. Bringing his cock to her lips, he shoved it deep and had her suck him clean, then returned to caress her ass.
He slowly fucked into her cunt from behind, grabbing a handful of her blonde locks and pulling gently. The new angle allowed him to go deeper still, and she sighed and moaned at the way he stretched her yet again.
"Please, please, oh god, please. Let me come." She begged. Deciding they'd both had enough, he released her hair and began pounding into her in earnest, listening to her breathing and cries to guide his movements and bring her to the brink. He danced his fingers over her again, and shifted the angle to hit the place inside her that had her screaming for him, her orgasm hitting her so hard that her hands gave out, leaving her ass in the air.
He stilled for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her walls squeezing his cock almost unbelievably tightly, then pulled out and replaced it with his fingers, laying down to latch his mouth onto her clit just as her orgasm was about to subside.
Waves of pleasure washed over her again, and she screamed and pushed herself back onto his fingers as she crashed over the edge seemingly without end. She fucked his face unashamedly, as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bundle. Her bound hands fisted in the silk sheets, and he gripped her hips and pulled her closer, tongue delving in to tease in a whole new way. It was too too much, pleasure without end, and she began to realize than Captain Hook was indeed as dangerous as she'd feared, for completely unexpected reasons. Just as she began to think that she'd do anything, anything at all for this man, he moved behind her again, his still erect cock diving into her pussy for a few deep thrusts before he pulled out and began to smear her arousal backwards, his cock teasing at her ass.
He felt her tense, and the Hook part of him couldn't wait to claim the last treasure she had to offer even as the Killian part of him wondered if he'd gone too far. "Emma," he whispered. "I won't if you say no, love."
He was gently playing with her pussy, stoking the embers of her arousal into a roaring flame again. She was going to come again, she could feel it. And she wanted to give herself over to him completely, to submit fully to the dreaded Captain Hook just this once.
"Is that what you want, Captain?" She purred. "To claim my ass as well?" She began to rub back against his cock, and she heard him gasp.
"Bloody hell, Emma. You have no idea," he whispered. He'd never wanted to have her this way before, but tonight, as he embraced the side of him he'd indulged for nearly 300 years, he wanted to take every piece of his dirty little princess. Wanted it so bad that were it another time, with anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated.
"Just keep touching me. And be gentle, at first." He heard her whisper back.
And with those words, she felt him draw more of her slick wetness back over her ass even as he continued to rub her clit. Slowly, he began to push into her tight asshole as she began to push back to meet him. He eased the head into her, gently stretching her even as she gave a slight whimper at the uncomfortable and foreign intrusion. He spit on where they joined, and she heard him moan and gasp in awe as he finally sunk all the way in, never stopping his fingers from fluttering over her clit. "Oh Gods," he whispered, almost seeming afraid to move.
He looked down, and could barely believe that his beautiful princess, the fucking savior, was letting him bugger her like a common slattern. Hell, he'd been with a few whores who'd said no! It wasn't better than her cunt, not at all, he thought. He loved how wet and welcoming her pussy always was. But taking her like this was just so...different. So tight and hot and dirty and degrading. And Gods, she had a beautiful ass.
"Well, are you going to fuck me or not, Milord?" She asked, clearly wanting to keep the role play going. "Go ahead. Take me."
With that last bit of permission, he began to move, gently at first, rocking in and out of her ass as he realized that her wetness had coated the whole area, allowing him to slide in and out easily. To his surprise, she began to moan, relaxing as her body adjusted to the new sensations and he traced circles onto her clit. "Gods, Emma, do you like this?" She moaned again. "You dirty girl, I wonder what else you like..." he mused, picking up the pace in response to her moans, pounding her ass hard.
"mmmm oh god, Captain, I think I might come again." She whined, bucking back to meet his thrusts. He felt himself getting close, but if he could get her off with his cock buried in her ass, he was going to do so. He angled his hand so he could thrust his fingers into her pussy and rub her clit while he fucked her, and was rewarded with a long cry of pleasure from her beautiful lips. "Oh, oh, it's too much!" She screamed. "God, yes, Captain, fill me up. Take me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder!" she screamed. She came hard, muscles clenching around his fingers and his cock, and what little willpower he had left evaporated as he emptied himself in and on her ass, cum leaking down her trembling thighs.
They both collapsed onto the bed, and she trembled next to him as the aftershocks of her last orgasm washed over her. He rubbed her back gently as he took in the sight of his thoroughly debauched princess, still amazed at all he'd gotten away with and wondering what other kinks Emma might enjoy. Tied up, with every hole used and abused by his cock and covered in cum was not how he expected her to be at the end of the night. He unlocked her wrists, and went to the privy for water and a few clean towels, thoroughly washing his cock before bringing supplies out to clean up Emma. As he began to wipe the mess off her skin he heard her mumble "Why did you unlock me?"
"Because you've had enough, my love. It's over now." He kissed her hair, making sure she knew Killian jones, the man who loved her, was back.
"Bullshit," he heard her say, clearly exhausted but the fire he knew back in her voice. "You said one night and it hasn't even been 4 hours!"
"Emma.." He started to protest. "I think you're thoroughly fucked, love."
"Honestly, back then, if you'd had me at your mercy would you have really been satisfied with having me like this, and been done with it?" And he had to admit, no, he'd probably clean her up, shackle her back to his bed, and start over again after a few hours sleep.
"Well, no..." He admitted, cleaning off her glistening skin. "I'd probably fuck you a few more times. I might even let a particularly loyal crewman watch or join in, if I thought it would add to your humiliation... Though probably not in your case. I don't think Captain Hook would be too keen on sharing a prize like you." His eyes raked over her as she adjusted herself on the bed, rolling herself onto her back and holding her wrists out for him to cuff her again.
"I'm yours until the sun comes up. Do what you will with me."
He surged forward, kissing her with all the love, longing, and admiration for her he could pour into the action. How could he not love a woman like her? How could anyone? She was amazing, incredible. And she was his, not just for tonight but for as long as she'd let him worship her. She was willingly giving herself over to him, but he was as much hers as she was his.
"You are a goddess," he whispered, slipping the cuffs back on her wrists and sliding into bed behind her, naked bodies pressed together as he wrapped his arm possessively over her breasts, fondling one almost idly. "Promise it's not too much?"
"I promise," she responded, beginning to feel drowsy and snuggling into him with a yawn. "See you when you wake up, Captain."