Sea Serpent


They say you always remember your first and that was damn true for Emma Swan.

It all started out innocently enough, just another quiet Friday evening in Storybrooke. Villains were defeated, all crises managed, and it was surprisingly peaceful. Henry was staying with Regina and Robin for the weekend, Mary-Margaret and David had recently purchased a house not too far away from the old apartment and Emma's plans were only for a quiet dinner at home with Hook. She didn't even have to worry about the station, since David drew the short straw and was working the late shift tonight.

It didn't take long for that quiet dinner to turn into what Emma had desperately hoped - a long make out session on her couch.

Hook had deftly maneuvered them across the couch, pulling Emma's shirt over her head. His lips trailed down her neck before coming back up to capture her lips desperately. His tongue sweeping against hers, making her ache. Emma's mind was consumed with want for her pirate, the only person to ever stick by her side.

"Mmm Swan, you taste delicious." Hook murmured as he grazed his lips over hers repeatedly, biting her bottom lip before sweeping his tongue against hers. Emma couldn't focus, her fingers curled around the collar of his jacket, allowing herself to be swept away by the combination of his lips on hers, his hand sliding slowly up her side.

In fact, everything was so good that it took her a moment to feel exactly how much she was effecting Hook.

It took several more moments to connect the hazy thoughts together.

There was simply no way. Emma realized, even as the very thought made the ache for him intensify. Her hands quickly traced down Hook's side and then slipped into his pants. Her hands wrapped around his cock, drawing out a low moan from Hook's lips.

Holy.

Shit.

The discovery of what he had been obviously graced with made Emma gasp into Hook's mouth. She pushed her hands flat against his chest as she struggled to sit upright on the couch, catch her breath and take a moment to think about what was lurking in Hook's pants. Hook's blue eyes looking at her questioningly as she maneuvered him back against the couch, before she went down to her knees in front of him.

"Impatient, love?" He asked her with a smirk as she moved between his legs, her slightly shaking hands working at his belt buckle. Emma paid his shit-eating grin no mind as she worked at her task, her mind still not believing what she had felt. There was simply no way that a man this gorgeous was graced with…

Emma's mouth dropped open at the sight, his magnificent cock springing free. Several silent moments passed after Emma freed Hook from his pants. She couldn't form a complete, coherent thought, her mouth still slightly open in shock.

Apparently, so much time passed, that even the always smug Hook grew concerned. "Emma?" He called out, his hand gently caressing her bare shoulder.

Emma didn't respond, she tilted her head, mesmerized by the sight. She rocked back slightly on her heels, trying to wrap her mind around this situation. Her hands lightly grazed up and down his shaft, enjoying the large expanse of velvety hardness.

"Love. This isn't the first time you've seen a sailors… uh, sea serpent?" Hook grinned down at her, catching her gaze with wink.

"Maybe not one this damn big." Emma muttered, her hands still tracing him.

Hook chuckled and pulled her up onto his lap, his good hand greedily moving over her breasts. "Oh don't worry, my dear Swan. I'll make sure you're good and ready for him."