Of The Pantomime
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Promt: Jesus doesn't exsist in the EF so when Emma says "Jesus" in bed Hook gets jealous
Disclaimer: I want them. But they are not mine
... She wasn't even sure what she was saying, her mind disconnecting from her body with the onslaught of pleasure. She was on the edge, balancing on that knife point he was so talented at placing her on – and then he was gone. She felt a shiver run through her colder than the sea of Neverland.
She knew he could be a bastard in bed but normally it was a result of some action on her part (most often intentional) that brought that side out. He had never been downright cold before. She watched as he grabbed his pants off the floor and left, door slamming behind him.
It took her a few seconds for her brain to reengage and she was up, wrapping the sheet around herself as she tore the door open prepared to keep him in the apartment by any means necessary.
He had fought for her just as he had promised, the months after Neverland had been interesting to say the least. Through everything he had kept his promise to not use tricks. He had been painfully honest with her (She vowed never to ask him if clothes made her look fat again) and in the end she realized that she didn't need to make a choice. There was nothing to choose between.
Her and Neal worked better as friends. Too much water had passed under the bridge for anything to happen between them. It had taken several weeks to come to that conclusion but when she did, he was on the same page as her. Henry had taken the news remarkably well, asking only if they both still loved him. The hug that followed was purely platonic.
With every day that passed Hook had found some way to talk to her. They met for coffee ("You're world actually drinks this vile stuff?") most mornings and if they didn't they would find some excuse to meet. She found herself seeking his opinion more and more. Laughing at his bemusement of the modern technologies he was faced with. One smile from him and her day suddenly became brighter. He hadn't pressed for anything else, content just to spend time with her.
Until the day he failed to meet her for coffee at the designated time. It was in those few minutes she sat at their usual booth with 2 cups and a bear claw untouched, that she realized that if he were to leave she would be heartbroken. It was as though something broke inside of her. White heat raced through her body from the crown of her head to her little toe. White heat followed by sick feeling of dread.
She all but ripped the diner door off the hinges in her haste to find him when she ran into his chest. His arms came around her to hold them steady as she found her footing again and he stared at her in confusion. She punched him in the chest.
Before he could ask what was going on, why she was so upset or why she was running out of the diner like she was being chased, her arms were flung around his neck and she was holding him so close that he could feel her heartbeat through the many layers of clothing. He looked over her shoulder at Granny who just shook her head fondly and poured another coffee for a dwarf before his good hand held her head to his shoulder.
They both stood in the door for several minutes clinging to each other as though the other was about to disappear. She was muttering words into his neck but he didn't care. This was the first time in over 3 centuries that he had been held.
When she pulled back her cheeks were an interesting shade of pink and she refused to meet his eyes. He cleared his throat.
"I go held up. You thought I'd lef-"
"No!" Half the diner turned at looked at her as she practically shouted the word at him. He watched her eyes for any trace of a lie. Finding none, he drew his eyebrows together confused. She turned and shot the diners a glare before dragging him to their usual booth, sitting across from him but refusing to let go of his hand.
"No, I thought something might have happened to you" She played with the coffee cup in front of her as she processed the words. She was still reeling from her own personal revelation. "I know you wouldn't leave...especially now you've won"
His hand flinched in hers, whole body going rigid. His eyes held such hope and confusion and love that she knew at that moment she had made the right choice. How could she have possibly thought there was any other way this ended for them?
"I thought it wasn't a competition" His voice was soft. Still not quite believing what he was hearing.
"It wasn't. Not really" The irredecent smile she was rewarded with echoed her own. They had coffee that morning knowing that something big had changed. Neither minded.
In the following months they found that they made a great team in and out of bed. That devious streak that he held proved to be her undoing. Her playful side was his. The stubborn nature of both forcing the other to up their games to draw out responses, but when they did it was because they worked for it and they found it much more rewarding.
So when he just left in the middle of some of the best sex that they had had in a while she was concerned.
She found him reaching up into the cupboard they stored the alcohol in, forgoing the glass as he gulped down several mouthfuls whilst leaning against the counter.
"Killian?" Her voice caused him to slam the glass down on the counter and she was immensely glad that Henry was at Regina's house and her parents were...well she didn't want to think about that.
"Go back to the bed, Swan" She flinched and not just because of the cold breeze sweeping through the room.
"Not without you" She tried to keep her voice as confident as she could. She had no idea what had caused this reaction from him but she was damn well not leaving him until she found out. He took another mouthful of the liquid.
"Or perhaps you'd prefer this 'Jesus' follow instead" he snapped, cold, hard eyes she had not seen since she left him on the giants beanstalk froze her in place. He walked up to her, she could smell the alcohol on his breath and he leaned in closer.
"I never imagined you'd be so cruel as to lead a man on, love. Does my name fall from your lips when you are with him?" Her eyebrows rose and there was nothing that could have stopped the laughter that rose from her stomach.
Her life was never going to stop surprising her. As hard as she tried to stop herself she carried on laughing. The sheer absurdity of the situation preventing her from noticing the hurt that pieced his eyes. Never in her wildest dreams could he ever have imagined that she would be sleeping with Captain Hook...or explaining to him who Jesus was in quite these circumstances. Her hand reached out to the sofa to steady herself as she gasped for breath and tears fell from her eyes.
He looked less than amused.
She snapped out of it and grabbed his arm as he reached for the apartment door.
"Please, I'm sorry, just...give me 2 minutes to explain" He looked ready to argue, ready to tell her that there was no explanation necessary for her calling out another man's name but he simply glared at her hand on his arm and didn't move.
"Okay, it's not what you think. Jesus is one of this world's Gods. Well, the son of God. At least according to some. I never really believed in God. But then again I didn't think fairy tales were real. Maybe he is real but I didn't..."
"He is the son of a God?" The utter defeat in his eyes told her that he was taking this the wrong way. All this time she had been worried that her insecurities would drive him away. She never realised that his own were just a valid problem. He still saw himself as one armed pirate. How could he compete with the son of a God?
"He isn't real. At least, I don't think he is. People use his name as a prayer...or a curse." She pulled him away from the door, he put up minimal fight. She sat him on the sofa as she took both his hand and hook in her hands.
"Killian, I choose you. I love you. Why would I want someone else?" She knew she wasn't overly liberal with the 'L' word but seeing his face alight with wonder at her declaration told her that she would have to start telling him every day. He reversed her hold on him, taking her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles reverently.
"So there is no one else?"
"No" She said softly as she drew his lips to hers. Showing him her love for him more than words ever could. He returned it with a fierceness he hadn't shown before as though he could erase all names but his from her mouth. When he pulled back it was to reveal an infuriating smirk on his face
"So if I understand you Lass, you called out to a deity when I was pleasuring you" She rolled her eyes and leant against his shoulder with a groan. Normally she would shoot him down with some sarcastic retort but considering his ego had suffered a considerable dent – albeit not through any fault of hers – she decided to let him have this one.
"You're proud of yourself aren't you?" He drew his fingers though her hair brining her head away from his shoulder. His smile was worth everything that she knew would come from it. He leaned into her, whispering in her ear in that tone that sent shivers racing through her and made her blood boil with need.
"Aye, I wonder how many other deities I can get you to call out to" When her eyes finally opened and her breathing once again under control she was surprised to find herself alone on the sofa. She found him leaning against the stairs with that damn irritating smirk plastered on his face. He raised an eyebrow in challenge and raced up the stairs laughing dodging the pillow that landed in the spot he had occupied.
"Bloody pirate" she muttered to herself as she chased him up the stairs, letting out a shriek of surprised laughter as he grabbed her around the middle and threw her onto the bed. They both called out to several Gods that night.
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