AN: Here again! I found this chapter really challenging to write, but I finally managed to pull it together. This was one of my I-can't-fucking-speak-English –periods. Well, this chapter is also longer than others, so maybe this makes it up.
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Oh, and the rating will be M from now on (yay?) Hope you like it!
Chapter 3. Blown away
Life went on. Sansa licked her wounds during the days just so Marros could open them up at night again. She was starting to worry that he wasn't thinking clearly in this matter: if this went on Sansa would spend the rest of her life with a web of scars on her. For her ease, he had to leave for a week long business trip after three nights of torture. "And you better be here, nicely waiting for me when I return, or next time I will have to put a collar on you and take you with me," he had breathed into her ear. Sansa doubted that would be a problem. She simply wasn't physically capable of escaping. Even walking hurt her, not to mention running.
She had been informed (by a blushing servant girl) that she would have to get her stuff out of her chambers by the time Marros would return. She would share her new room with five other girls. Sansa actually didn't feel too bad about it, as long as she could take her books with her. She barely remembered what it was like to sleep in a bed she didn't work in. Still, Sansa took everything out of the last moments of solitude she had left.
Apparently Marros had denied all customers from her during the last few days, but as soon as he left, she got two. First, during the day, arrived her favourite: an old man who had always been kind to her. After the sex-part Sansa lied with him on the bed as he updated her about the state of his marriage. She found it sweet how the man cared for his wife and actually wanted to make her happy. He wasn't one of those men who felt necessary to tell her how ugly their wife was, how much she nagged, how much better Scarlet was in bed… Sansa couldn't really give him any tips about marriage-stuff, but probably he just wanted someone to listen anyway.
Few hours later, when Sansa had cleaned herself and was just exchanging the bed sheet, Yvonne knocked and peeked inside. "You have a customer waiting in the lobby," she said. "It's that sea captain. The Hook."
"Is that so?" Sansa lifted an eyebrow. Just when she had hoped she wouldn't get any more customers this day.
"Should I get him here?"
"No need," Sansa answered smiling. "I'll get him myself."
Behind the cold fences, the brother was just as refined and alluring as Killian remembered it. When he stepped inside a spacious lobby, he was noticed immediately. "Why isn't it Killian Jones!" exclaimed a woman who was oldest he had seen in the house so far. It didn't make her unattractive though. She jotted to serve him as other girls took his cloak and hat. "Pleasure to meet you sir, my name is Betty. Unfortunately Lord Marros is currently out of town, do you have a message for him?" she asked, smiling helpfully. "Actually I'm here to see Scarlet," Killian answered. Her smile grew wider. "In that case why don't you sit there," she pointed a large, comfortable-looking divan, "and I'll take care of it. Girls, keep him company!" Betty winked at him and walked away as two pairs of hands pushed him to the couch.
Girl with long, black hair sat to the floor, leaning to his knees. The other girl, who was clearly her twin, handed Killian a goblet full of wine. The one on the floor stared at him with wide eyes and gasped: "He's so handsome."
"But dangerous," the other one purred to his ear.
"They say he's a real pirate."
"I'd tame him."
"You can't tame a pirate. He would lock you up and do as he pleases."
"Maybe…" Killian followed the act amused. A man came out of one door. Girl with messy hair and clothes helped him put his cloak on and giggled as he grasped her. Then he pulled his hood over his head and strode out. The girl next to Killian started to nibble his ear. "I wonder what he's going to do to our Scarlet." Girl on the floor smirked. Her hand slowly started to slide up his thigh. "Do you promise to give her back in one piece?"
"I see you're taken care of," someone said suddenly. Killian hadn't noticed Scarlet, standing at the bottom of the stairs. This time she was wearing an emerald green, silky dress with a very generous neckline. Her hair was lifted neatly to the top of her head with a bow. Killian just watched her as she slowly walked in front of him, leaned clearly just to offer him a better view and took his hand. Killian handed his wine to the other girl. "Enjoy, Scarlet," the twins said at the same time as she led him to the stairs. He could hear them giggle.
Scarlet didn't let go of Killian's hand as they walked up few stairs and went down the hall. Killian watched her pale neck bemused. He had actually surprised himself when he had demanded to have her and paid extra for that benefit. Scarlet wasn't even Killian's usual type. Normally he bought a little bit older women with long, brown and curly hair… She was nothing like that. She was nothing like anyone he had ever seen. However, now he was only exited to see what this withdrawn girl had to offer.
Suddenly she stopped, opened a door and pulled Killian into small, simple bedroom. He glanced around, and actually felt more comfortable in a room that wasn't as fancy as other rooms in brothel. It kind of reminded him of his cabin. Killian walked to the small window and saw the dark silhouette of docks against the sea. "You can see my ship from here," he muttered.
Suddenly he felt Scarlet pressing against his back, breathing to his neck. "Is that so?" Killian turned around and faced her. Their noses almost touched. "You're a pirate then?" Killian smirked and spread his arms. "Indeed, love." He traced her jaw line with his finger and pulled one wisp out of her hairdo. "Are you afraid?" She just uttered a laugh. This made Killian close the distance between them. Dear lord, she was good. The kiss was surprisingly passionate, almost violent even. And she laughed all the way thorough it. Suddenly the girl nipped his lower lip with her teeth and pulled away, without any kind of warning. Scarlet literally twirled across the room and stopped her back towards Killian.
He stood puzzled in front of the window, still feeling the warmth of her skin on him. Scarlet traced the wooden end of bed with her finger. She's playing with me, Killian realized. Somehow that wench had figured him out, seen that he wanted a challenge. And she had succeeded. Killian wanted to get her off guard. He could play this game too. "I thought you would never show up," she said with a playful tone. Killian straightened his back and licked his lips. "Well, I couldn't just leave a pretty lass like you here without saying goodbye." She looked at Killian over her shoulder with hurt expression, mock in her eyes. "You're leaving me this soon?"
Killian started to slowly walk towards her. "I have some urgent business to do." Scarlet turned around and started to back up as he came closer. "Or would urgent escaping be a little more accurate?" Killian lifted an eyebrow. "Perspicacious, aren't we?"
"It's not too hard to figure it out," she said as her back hit the wall. Captain leaned to it, trapping her between his arms. "And how is that?"
"You are a pirate. You can't just leave without taking something nice with you." This time it was Killian who laughed. "Can't deny that." Something had bothered him all this time, and now he got it. Scarlet wasn't quite looking at him at all. Like there was something in between them, something she could only see. He didn't like it. Killian was just about to kiss her, when her face lit up by a realization. "The chapel was robbed. It was you and your crew wasn't it?" Smart lass. Killian knew that he should just deny it, but seeing her face… He just couldn't help himself. "It has some bloody valuable things that no one really needs," he said smirking. Bloody hell, what was the point being a pirate if he couldn't even brag for prostitutes?
Scarlet smirked at him and this time Killian thought he saw a real spark in her eyes. He kissed her again, wrapping his hook-arm around her waist and pulling her bow open with his other hand. Red curls poured on her shoulders and she started to unbutton his shirt. Killian laughed and threw them both to the bed. He pulled himself on top of her and watched her lie under him, hair spilled to the mattress around her head, breathing heavily. "Now don't you think you should stay away from an immoral man like me?" he asked smirking. "I do have a weak spot for bad guys." She grinned at him and suddenly flipped their positions, so that she was sitting on his hips.
"Now would you rather me to keep the corset on or take it off?"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Killian was aware that he should get going. They had planned to leave before dawn. The pirate just felt so satisfied and relaxed that he couldn't bring himself to move. Now he realized what Marros had meant with "specific skills" when he had bragged about Scarlet. She was amazing, like she could read his thoughts. Killian felt her breath against his chest and smelled her hair feeling completely carefree, first time for so long.
Unfortunately Scarlet decided her working time was over and stood up. Killian sighed and sat up himself too. He watched as the naked girl opened a chest and pulled out a loose, white gown. Even her back was full of thin, red marks. How did you get those? he had asked earlier, but Scarlet had closed his mouth with her own and made him forget all about it. Killian stood up also and pulled his pants on. Scarlet came to him and helped him get dressed without saying a word. When they were done Killian took a small bag from his belt and placed three silver coins on her hand. Scarlet wrinkled her brows. "I thought this was part of your deal."
"It's a tip", Killian said, winking. She kissed him lightly. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, love. I deeply hope we meet again soon."
Killian turned around about to leave, when suddenly she grabbed his arm. "Get me out." Killian turned around, surprised. "Sorry?" The girl in front of him was nothing like the girl he was with just a moment before. This one looked cold and determinant. "Get me out of here, or I'll tell that you robbed the chapel." After recovering from surprise Killian tilted his head, smiling jeeringly. "Sweetheart, you may think you are threatening me here, but you're not. You're making me kill you. And that would be such a waste." He extended his hand to touch her cheek, but she backed away. "Oh, you wouldn't want to do that. The last person who killed Marros' favorite girl was an important man with a lot of powerful friends, and he was found outside the town. Or most parts of him. Just imagine what he could do to you, a pirate nobody will miss. Also, there is a man right behind that door, ready to help if I feel threatened." She looked at him straight in the eyes, everything but mysterious and inviting. Killian didn't see any signs of lying in her expression and started to get nervous. He didn't want to take a risk she was right. "What you're asking isn't exactly simple. What, do you want me to take you under my cloak and smuggle you out?" She snorted. "I know it's not possible now, I'm not stupid. I give you time until tomorrow night. If I'm not out by then, I'll tell."
Killian just stared her for awhile. Then he took a deep breath and shook his head. Damn that girl. "I'd suggest you to stay away from your window," he muttered before turning around and leaving. He slammed the door shut, cursing by himself.
Next day Sansa sat on the floor, leaning to her bed. She twitched around silver coins on her palm, thinking. It had been a sudden, improvised deed when she had threatened the captain. Her heart hadn't stopped pounding in a long time. She had been so scared he would see thorough her bluff. She couldn't tell anyone about his crime. Even if she did get out of the brothel, why would anyone listen to a prostitute? Sansa's lips curled to a smile. Luckily Hook had bought it. She had sold it to him as easily as her love. Unless he would change his mind and leave her there anyway.
Sansa glanced out of her window. Sun was setting and there was no sign of rescuing. However, she was prepared. She had put on a brown, very common-looking dress that she could easily move in and packed. There was a bag filled with bread, water, a little money and few valuable jewelry under her bed. All she had to do was wait. Sansa felt hollow. She didn't really allow herself to hope. Not anymore.
First there was a short, whistling sound and then a loud boom. Sansa was thrown against the opposite fall. She sat up gasping for air, holding her aching head. She had hit it to the wall, but it didn't seem to bleed. For awhile she couldn't see anything, the air was full of dust. Some sort of instinct told Sansa, that she couldn't afford to freeze like everyone else. This was her chance.
She stood up and staggered to see what had happened. She had to blink a few times when she saw it. Where used to be her small, pathetic window, was now a huge hole. There was a hole in her wall. Behind it, under few meters away, was a brick-fence and behind it a tree. Sansa smiled and shook her head. "What a show off." She turned to look at her bed, which was shattered. It took her a moment to dig her bag out of the remains. Then she turned around, ran to the edge of her room and jumped before she could pussy out. Sansa was almost surprised when she landed more or less safely to the tree. Below she could see a chaos. People were running around, shouting and preparing for the attack to continue.
No one really paid attention to her, as she slowly and clumsily slide down the tree. It was hard to ignore the feeling of her wounds opening one after another, like a chain reaction. Once safely on the ground, she looked around, her eyes searching for someone who was waiting for her but saw nothing. Some random woman ran past and showed Sansa so hard she almost fell.
Then it hit her. Hook wasn't going to get her to his ship. He was just going to sail away and leave her in town she wouldn't get alive out of. "Oh, no he won't," Sansa muttered. And then she ran.
She didn't know how to move around town, really. She had been outside the brothel walls only a few times after all. She only had a hunch about which direction the docks were, and she just had to rely on her instinct. It was a terrible plan, but it was her only one. She darted along the streets, showing people on her way cold-bloodedly aside. Her lungs hurt and her injured body was on fire, but she didn't allow herself to stop. I won't let him go, I won't let him go, pounded in her head. Sansa could hear the screams of seagulls.
Finally she could see the great masts tower above her. It was a complete fuss there too, so she was ignored. Luckily it didn't take her long to point out the pirate ship, the 'Jolly Roger'. It looked suffered, but it had a confident aura. And a very impressive cannons.
Sansa saw it was about to set sail and made her one last sprint. She jumped on board at the last moment and then just stood there, leaning to the railing and trying to catch her breath. Then she suddenly felt cool metal under her chin. Curled metal.
"You've got a lot of nerve, to first threaten me and then appear on my ship." Hook lifted her chin, probably enjoying to see her like that, exhausted and defenseless. "Our deal isn't over yet," Sansa said between her breaths. "I need to get out of this town." The crew had gathered around them. Captain clicked his tongue. "Oh no, sweetheart, you may have the upper hand on ground but you're on my ship now. You don't make any commands here." He stepped closer, still holding his hook on her throat.
"Just get me to my family and you will never hear about me."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because I'll pay you."
"Darling, as much as I appreciate your… gifts, I don't think it will be enough to-" Sansa cut him off by pulling a diamond necklace out of her bag. Captain grabbed it and examined it closely. It was one of Marros' gifts, Sansa was more than happy to give it up. "And were does this little family of yours live?" Hook asked, not taking his eyes off the necklace.
"I believe king Minos rules that town now," Sansa answered. She had kept her ears open during the years. Hook sneered. "Fair enough, Scarlet. But just because we are heading to that direction anyway."
"Thank you," she said relieved and turned to look at the town she had grown to hate, ready to leave it behind. "And from now on you may call me Sansa."
AN: Now I can hear you all being like: "What the fuck? You call this smut?!" Explanation time: Sansa's relationship to Hook is at the very beginning, when he really isn't anything to her, so I thought we will get to the actual smut-part when it actually means something for her. (Okay, I also wanted to buy myself time because I'm not very experienced in writing smut…) We will get there, be strong guys! xD
I thinks that would be all for this time, thanks for reading!
~Janice
