prompt: Hook doesn't listen to Emma when she tells him not to follow her.
rating: M
What the hell had she done?
And more importantly, why the hell had she done it?
Emma tried not to think of the obvious answers to the questions her mind was yelling at her as she wobbled through the thick plants, as far away from the camp and from him as she could without it being too dangerous. She needed a time out. She needed to take a deep breath and regain some composure before facing the group again.
Because, damn, her plan of unsettling him and wiping that shit-eating smug grin from his face had backfired horribly.
She still felt the burn on her mouth from the scratches of his stubble, the taste of him in her tongue, her every nerve tingling, screaming for attention, craving more.
It had been an awfully long time.
She stopped and rested against a rough tree. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths to try to calm her racing pulse, but it did her no good as the only thing she could see through her closed eyelids was Hook's face impossibly close to hers, his lips glistening and swollen, the pink on his cheeks...
Without her noticing, her hand started to caress her stomach lazily, and at the thought of the pirate, it slowly moved lower, inch by agonizing inch.
Just as her fingers were about to brush the skin right under the waistband of her underwear, she heard leaves rustling and her eyes shot open. Seconds later, she saw a dark figure coming her way, wrapped in heavy, black leather.
"Dammit, Hook, I told you not to follow me!" she hissed, unsure of the strength of her voice.
"You told me to wait five minutes, I counted them," he replied, and even though she could not see his face, she could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Look at you, the loophole finder," she said, dripping sarcasm. "I don't want you here."
Yeah, right.
"Is that so?" He stepped closer, until there were just mere inches between them.
"Why did you follow me?" she whispered, looking at everywhere but his face.
"Emma," he breathed, his hand coming up tentatively to stroke her cheek. "You should know by now that I would follow you everywhere, always."
She looked up and her eyes found his bright blue ones, and she knew she was done for. The last of her resistance crumbled to pieces at the sincere expression in his face and, for the second time, she yanked him towards her and crushed her lips against his.
Unlike their previous kiss, now he wasn't taken by surprise, so he was quicker to respond, wrapping his right arm tightly around her waist as her own hands tangled in his hair. He moaned in her mouth and his tongue found his way in, exploring her. Emma whimpered and pressed herself closer to him, feeling every inch of his hard body, and his rising erection against her leg.
All she could feel was fire, fire, fire...
It really had been an awfully long time.
His mouth left hers in favor of her jaw, her neck, her ear, and all she could do was cling to him for dear life and bite her lip to avoid screaming. She noticed that he was keeping the arm with his namesake limp by his side, so she grabbed his forearm and gingerly placed his hooked arm around her waist as well. At that, he stopped his ministrations and pulled back to inspect her face with a questioning look. Emma nodded and offered him a small smile. Hook groaned low in his throat and attacked her skin with his lips with desperate, almost brutal force. And she fucking loved it.
Everything was a blur for Emma until suddenly she found herself lying on the ground over Hook's big coat, his weight pleasantly pinning her down as her hands sneaked underneath his thin shirt and explored the muscles of his chest and back. She squealed when he lifted her shirt and her mouth attacked one of her breasts as his hand was busy with the other.
"Please, Hook," she pleaded, hating herself for it, but unable to take her shivering any longer.
"Are you completely sure, love?"
"Yes," she rasped. "I need this. I need you."
At that, his hand left her breast and moved lower to pull down her trousers and panties. His fingers stroke her bundle of nerves a few times and she involuntarily buckled her hips up. Cursing, Hook lowered his own trousers and she barely caught a glimpse of him and his size before he aligned himself and slowly pushed in.
They gasped at the same time, Hook's forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling, both of them taking their time to adjust and to really comprehend what was going on.
They could get caught by her parents, by Gold wandering about, by Lost Ones, even by Pan himself. This was stupid, reckless, wrong. Yet, the only thing Emma could bring herself to care about was that he needed to start moving inside her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to her, conveying her message. Soon enough, Hook set up a fast and hard pace that had her gripping at the leather coat for balance, mouth open in pleasure as tiny gasps and moans left her lips, spurring him on.
She had never felt this sense of urgency, of need, for anyone before. But then again, Hook was not just anyone. He filled her completely; she felt whole, ecstatic, powerful as he pounded in and out, in and out.
Long minutes or maybe just a few seconds later, her world exploded as her orgasm hit harder than ever; her whole body trembling and squirming and her teeth drawing blood on her lip she was biting it so hard to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. She was still riding the last waves when she felt him still inside her. With a low curse, he buried his face in the crook of her neck as he came inside her.
"We...we should get back before they find us like this," Emma said after a long time, once she regained the ability to speak.
Hook softly kissed the spot right above her heart as his hand caressed her side.
"As you wish."
