Title: lessons

AUTHOR: obisgirl
Rating: nc-17
Characters: Killian/Emma

Summary: Fairytale land – AU. Emma is a princess on the verge of becoming a woman but wants more out of life than what her parents can give her, so she makes a wish to be swept away which translates into being kidnapped and sold at a slave auction to one Captain Killian Jones.

A/N: The Evil Queen's curse never happened. Beta'd by zeldabel.

Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are property of Disney and Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. This fanfic is for pure entertainment.

Before Emma's proposition, Killian Jones wasn't even sure he had a conscious. Now, the fact that he needs a moment to think over her proposal over, proves that he does. Which is something in his seven years of piracy he didn't think existed.

He needs to weigh his options.

Emma is a Princess and she's offering to help him negotiate a better ransom so he can pay his crew's wages and in return, she wants him to instruct her on how sexual intimacy works.

He's okay with the sexual part but even considering her proposal makes him feel dirty, like a dirty scoundrel who's been sex deprived for months and needs a good release otherwise he'll go crazy.

Delirium is a constant problem on sailing ships.

But she's a girl, seventeen even...

And on the verge of her womanhood, his conscious adds, and she wants to explore her sexuality.

She wants him to help her do that. Teach her about sexual desire, what pulls a man and woman together, to be one. That doesn't mean they will have sex though and Emma made it clear, she only expects the emotional and sensuality associated with sex.

Not sex itself, even though sex would be very nice.

But Emma's not just anyone, she's someone's daughter, the daughter of a Prince and his Queen; who would not be afraid to castrate him if the truth came out that he defiled her.

The situation is ridiculous, more so than he could have imagined but it is an intriguing proposition. In all his

travels, he's never been asked by a woman to show her why the body reacts the way it does when sexually aroused. He never thought of the why or how himself, just accepted it as human nature.

It's an exploration, a journey, he rationalizes and a challenge, which he loves.

Jones storms back to his cabin, unlocking the door and bursts inside, surprised to still see her sitting on the bed, kicking her feet. "You're still here," he says.

"Of course I'm still here, you locked the door so I couldn't leave," she retorts, looking him over. "so what did you decide?"

He walks over to the dresser mirror and looks into it, but not facing her directly. "I consent to help you but on

my terms," he says and Emma grumbles. "No need to whine yet, Princess. My terms, I think should be

agreeable. We do this slowly, one lesson at a time but at your pace, love. If you're ever uncomfortable about something, you let me know immediately and we'll stop. If you have questions, you can ask them and I will answer them as best as I can. You're curious about the emotional and sensual aspects of sex, I will try and assist you but I don't expect you to give me anything I desire in return (except for helping me with my money problem),"

"Now, isn't that agreeable?" he smiles.

Emma doesn't know what to say, his terms are more than she could have hoped for. "You really thought this over," she observes, "and here I thought that you needed to relieve that erection before it got serious,"

Jones turns around and faces her finally. "The terms, Princess, are they acceptable to you?" he asks coolly.

"Yes," she says finally and he sighs. "so um, when do we start?"

"You mean like now?" he cries.

She shrugs. "I don't see why not?" she reasons, moving towards him and touching the hairs on his chest.

Jones smiles, taking her hands and sitting her back down on the bed. "I also forgot to mention that the terms of the agreement doesn't include a seduction, namely you doing the seducing. This is a show and tell. You ask and I will try to provide an answer, not the other way around," he says, kneeling before her. "so my first question is, Princess, what would you like your first lesson to be about?"

"Emma," she corrects, "if we're going to do this, I don't want to be addressed as your highness or princess. My name is Emma and that's what I want you to call me,"

"Fine," he agrees, "so what would you like to know about first, Emma?"

She studies him curiously, her eyes roaming around his body until they rest on his hands. "Touch," she says simply, "I want to know about touch, how it can arouse a woman,"

"Right," he nods, "Touch. That's a very good place to start. In fact, a lot of intimacy is expressed through touch. Touch can be pleasurable, depending on the sensitivities of the other person. It can arouse and when applied properly, it can on occasion, lead to an amazing sensation,"

Emma looks down at her skirt and starts hiking it up, revealing her legs. Killian stands and sits beside her, putting his hand on hers. "Please Emma," he whispers and she loosens her hands from his. Killian ducks a hand underneath her skirt, gently running it over her skin.

Emma gasps and moans, and he smiles to hide the blush forming in his cheeks. "No need to worry about your vocals, darling," he assures her, "Women tend to be very vocal when they are touched in a way that they find

pleasurable, which hasn't actually happened yet,"

"Oh," she muses, opening her eyes.

Killian's fingers run over her skin, feeling the lace of her stalkings but that's not what he needs to find. It's that spot, the most sensitive and delicate part of a woman's body. Suddenly, he feels a moistness beneath the fabric and his fingers follow it until he comes upon the lining of her underwear.

There's no going back after this, he realizes but she's already accepted the terms of his end of the deal.

He has to go all the way.

His other hand fixes her skirt so she can see where his other hand is positioned just above her underwear. "I don't want to hide anything from you," he says, looking at her.

She simply nods and his fingers begins to travel down her panty, stopping above her entrance. He lingers a moment, watching Emma's expression which is tense, excited and lustful before gently pressing two of his fingers against her.

Emma immediately coils and spreads her legs for him allowing for better access. Killian gently rubs the moist

spot in up and down motions, slowly, as to not elicit a quick arousal. She needs to understand this before she can fully enjoy it.

They sit like that for moments, maybe seconds until Emma starts bucking her hips against him and he accidentally pokes her. She screams and backs away into a corner.

Killian freezes, horrified that he hurt her though it wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "but you moved and I lost my aim,"

"No, I'm sorry," she counters, "I should have warned you before we started: that thing that you hit, it hasn't been touched by any man and it's very sensitive,"

"I understand,"

"No, you don't understand," she cries, "I mean, I haven't been touched by a man before, ever and it's never been broken either,"

Killian sits back and studies her. "Do you mean -? Are you saying that you're a -"

"Virgin," she says flatly, "and yes, I am,"

"And you didn't think about sharing this earlier?" he fumes.

She shrugs. "I know, I should have said something,"

He stands up abruptly and glares at her. "You do realize this changes things now," he retorts and she looks at him weird.

"Why does this change things?"

"Because you're a virgin, this is your first time!" he cries, "And I bloody agreed to help you, thinking that you already had some prior experience with a man but you're a virgin, touched for the very first time. And by me, a pirate no less,"

"But I enjoyed it," she muses, "I enjoyed it a lot and I want you to touch me again,"

Killian steps away from her, trying to wrap his head around the situation. He touched the most private place of a virgin princess and didn't even know that she's a virgin to begin with. "We have to stop this, our agreement is null and void. You can go home to your parents, say I didn't want you after all because you're too young for me

and I let you go. This lesson is done," he declares, opening his door to leave.

Emma sighs.

He walks back inside a moment later, not bothering to look at her. "These are my quarters and you can't stay

here; you'll have to sleep above deck," he says.

"But it's cold out," she protests.

Jones stomps over to a closet and removes extra blankets and a pillow, giving them to her. "Here," he offers, "there's a cot by the crow's nest. If it's not already occupied, you can sleep there,"

Emma reluctantly takes the blankets and pillow, going above deck.

tbc