Honestly it had seemed like a good idea at the time. The porthole had just been there, not even properly latched close. It couldn't have been a more obvious escape route, then if someone had placed a blazing neon sign pointing to it. How was Belle to resist doing anything but trying to climb out of it?

Sure the plan was not without it's faults. She didn't have Bae's scarf in her possession, and the porthole opened up not on the side of the pier, but over the harbor's waters. The waters were chilly this time of year, but Belle had been prepared to endure it. It wasn't like she would have had a long swim, and Belle had been sure she could get away before Hook even heard the splash she'd have made.

Apparently her excitement had made her misjudge the size of the porthole. Sure it had looked smaller than would fit her comfortably, but Belle had been certain if she just sucked in her breath, she would fit through. And it had seemed to work, or at least it had been working, until it came time to wiggle her posterior through. Belle had never thought of her bottom as large, not until the moment it became all too clear that no amount of struggling, wiggling, and holding her breath, would allow her to pass all the way through.

Left with no choice but to face the mortifying facts, Belle had ended up kicking up a fuss, banging her hands on the side of the ship. She didn't know if anyone but Hook could hear, and she wasn't putting it past him to have safeguard the ship from projecting any sounds. After all, what was the point in making the ship invisible, if noise could betray it's location?

But still, she had to try. If not to get Hook's attention, then to maybe get someone at the pier to notice. The latter hadn't seemed to have worked, and Belle had not only gotten Hook to notice her, but he had seemed barely able to hold in his laughter. It just made an already humiliating situation even more so, Belle's face turning red as she hung there.

Hook had eventually agreed to come free her. It was irksome that she had had to work for that agreement, Belle ready to give Hook a piece of her mind. AFTER she was free of the porthole.

She huffed in impatience, not having failed to notice Hook was taking his sweet time in coming to her rescue. Belle once again began struggling, trying to go back, trying to pull forward. Planting her hands on the side of the ship for leverage, trying to move in whatever direction she could, and getting no results. Except, wait yes, she was sure now her skirt had moved. She wiggled her hips, trying, hoping, the movement would make the hem fall back down. But there seemed to be some static cling issues happening, and the more she moved, the higher her skirt hiked.

This situation just got better and better, Belle thought sarcastically. Now not only was she stuck, but her bottom was exposed! Of course she had on a modest pair of panties, but a lady didn't go around flashing strange men with her undergarments. Of course most ladies wouldn't have experienced a situation like this, and just what was taking that pirate so long?!

Stuck inside the porthole, Belle sighed. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she'd be eager for Hook to come put his hands on her. Of course the whole situation was supposed to be relatively innocent, Hook touching her only to free her. But the pirate was anything but innocent, and oh dear her imagination was about to run wild again, because Belle thought she had felt something.

That couldn't be him breathing on her, could it? Surely that was just an unexpected draft of warm air. But her skin prickled in unease, Belle wiggling once more. Then went absolutely still, because she had brushed something that hadn't been behind her when she had first tried to fit through the porthole.

She wasn't sure what that something had been, didn't want to even try to guess. Her mind didn't need much of anything, to go racing off to the land of the wicked, and that was before Hook laid a hand on her.

Palm down, he blatantly curved his hand over the contours of one cheek. Belle gasped at the audacity, knowing that kind of touch had nothing to do with freeing her. Nor did tracing the edge of her panties with his fingers accomplish it. And certainly nothing would get done if he took the time to stroke over every rose and curlicue pattern on the lace of her underwear. Even if that sort of touching felt rather nice.

Actually more than nice. Even if what he was doing was worrisome, and was that the cold metal of his hook at the side of her panties?! That's when Belle's mind took a spastic turn, a naughty what if playing out before her eyes. He was going to use that hook to decimate the sides, exposing her bottom completely. He wouldn't stop then, he wouldn't want to! Hook would fit himself behind her, an idle thought having Belle wonder if he would even bother to remove his leathers first, and feed himself inch by inch into her. She'd lose her virginity not only to the pirate, but while stuck dangling inside a bathroom porthole!

"No!" She cried out, and she started thrashing about wildly. Her hands banged on the side of the ship, and Belle began kicking out with her legs. Trying to score a direct hit on any part of Hook she could reach. It might have been futile, but Belle wanted Hook to know she wasn't about to go down without a fight!

His hand all but slapped down on her hip, Hook gripping her there. His hook was still at the side to her panties, but they hadn't been shredded yet. Belle was confused as to his delay, and then even more so when she felt him tug, her bottom coming into contact with his groin. Not exactly experienced with men's arousals, she still had a pretty good idea what that hard thing was, that fit so snugly against her. It didn't matter that it was still encased by his leathers, Belle was a wild thing, fighting all the way as he pulled her out of the porthole, and into his arms.

"Calm down you little hellion!" Hook was saying, his lips next to her ear. Belle didn't even think to pull down her skirt, fighting until she got just enough leeway, to twist and face him. It was distracting to have him right there, Hook still holding her, his hand and his hook on her hips.

Worse yet was how close their faces were to each other, their breaths mingling as Belle's eyes were drawn to look at Hook's sensual mouth. It was distracting, bringing to mind the times he had kissed her. That alone had been woefully inappropriate, but whatever he had been trying to do to her just now, was even more so.

Belle opened her mouth, ready to let loose with just how mad she was at him. The words didn't get voiced, Hook's tongue licking over his lip, the man outright announcing his intentions towards her.

"I'm going to kiss you now." His voice was a low spoken purr, as sexy as it was dangerous sounding. But Belle didn't feel menaced by him, even as he spoke with a certainty, words that could be misconstrued as a threat. "And you're not going to fight me on this."

She should have been indignant, should have mustered up something more angry than the weak sounding protest she made of his name.

"Hook..."

Her eyes lifted to his, but his mouth was already covering hers. And it felt too good to even want to resist, Belle all but melting against him.

Had she thought him a good kisser before? This one was something else, Hook determined. She realized now that before he had been more interested in teasing her, in distracting her. That he hadn't been half as serious about kissing her as he was now. It was the kind of kissing, that was a prelude to something more, Hook clearly wanting and full of need. Did it have to do with the fact he was so obviously aroused? Or was there something more going on, Hook needing her in a way that had nothing to do with the fact he had seen and touched her panties?

Maybe she was reading too much into his actions. Maybe it really was that simple, Hook a man that was easily fueled by his lusts. Maybe any woman would do in the moment, and this had nothing to do with any attraction he might feel for her, or Belle for him. But, and this surprised Belle, she didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to believe Hook would use her as convenient outlet for the releasing of his lusts. After all, did a man who wanted nothing but a whore, kiss one like this? With such a raw depth of need and feeling? Belle wanted to believe the answer was no, that he wouldn't kiss just anyone with such desperation and desire.

Though she was conflicted, sure it was inappropriate, she had been kissing him back. And now she threw her arms around him, locking fingers into his dark colored hair. Hook made a rough sound at that, a pure animalistic groan, as though he had been waiting for her capitulation and had gotten it with that touch. His hand moved, groping her behind, and this time Belle didn't mind, her heart racing with excitement.

Kisses were truly powerful. Belle had known that, the world she and Hook had come from, full of stories that spoke of just how powerful they could be. Kisses had been known to break curses, to combat the dark magics, but little had been said about how sweet and satisfying kissing could also be!

So was touching for that matter, Belle marveling at the silk soft texture of Hook's hair. Her other hand was rubbing up and down his back, feeling the leather warmed by his body against her skin. How much she wanted to touch him directly, to feel the heat from his skin, to feel his muscles as they bunched under her nails.

Her panties tore under his hook at the same exact moment he bumped her back against a wall. He nibbled her bottom lip a moment more, looked her straight in the eyes, then shifted his hand, curving it under her, to help her hitch that leg around him. Panting softly, Belle felt the arousal that bulged in his pants, pressed right between her spread legs. A bit of sane rational came to her, Belle readying a protest, feeling this wasn't something they should be doing. Kissing had already been taking things too far, and now here she was, bared below the waist, with her torn panties dangling from his silver hook.

But goodness, it felt too good to want to stop. How was she supposed to resist, when he was kissing her again. When he was putting his mouth to the front of her throat, sucking on the skin there, and making new sensations course through her? Belle moved, the slightest of wiggles that had her rubbing against the erection tenting Hook's pants.

Hook made that fierce sound, bucking against her in a way that felt amazing. Sensations Belle had NEVER felt before, spiked through her, a ticklish, tingling need centering in her womanly parts, Belle wiggling again to keep that weirdly pleasant feeling from stopping.

"Belle..." Hook groaned against her flesh. He had his mouth burying in the crook of her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there. Her hands were clutching at his back, holding him as though she feared he would pull away any second.

She needn't have worried. With the fingers of his good hand digging into her behind, Hook began to seriously move his hips. Rubbing and grinding against her, Belle gasping and moaning. Lifting her other leg up, to lock around him, her body supported only by his hand and the wall against her back. She was getting thoroughly soaked between her legs, her body dampening itself in preparation for him.

"Hook..." His named hissed out of her, a whimpery whine sounding in his ear. Belle could hear him muttering things, but the words didn't make much sense of what she could hear. She tugged on his hair, and when he lifted up to look at her, it was Belle that kissed him, crying out into his mouth.

The friction generating between them was unbelievable. Unbearable. It was making Belle greedy, desperate for more, for something, anything to make her feel even better. Hook seemed to know just where to grind, the leather and his arousal, rubbing over the bundle of nerves that were the source of a woman's most potent pleasure.

Moaning more and more, actually whining against Hook's lips, Belle grew frantic, even as tension coiled within her. Her whole body was wound up, toes curling in her shoes, her nipples two tight peaks that actually ached. She felt like she was on fire, and Belle knew, just knew, she was seconds away from achieving something great.

She wasn't thinking about Rumplestiltskin in the moment. She wasn't thinking much about anything, except Hook and what he was doing, what he was making her experience. The scream started to build in her, coming from deep within, Belle about to climax for the first time when a loud crash of sound was heard.

The sound SCARED her right out of the climax she had been so close to getting. Hook jerked back as best he could, a vicious and absolutely vile curse issuing out of him. Belle was wide eyed, frightened and feeling guilty, but also aching with need. She still clung to Hook, her arms and legs wrapped around him. And Hook still held onto her behind. His blue eyes which had been dazed, were rapidly becoming alert, annoyance the chief emotion in him as the sound started again.

"Is that..." Belle couldn't finish her sentence, her heart beating rapidly.

Hook cursed again, and somehow made quick work of untangling himself from Belle. She stumbled, her legs weak from what had just been happening, but Belle refused to reach out to Hook for the support she needed. She was frightened, and this close to crying, her emotions and conflicted feelings for just about everything making for quite the upset.

It was her own inner turmoil, that left Belle in a self absorbed daze, the woman not fighting as Hook took her by the arm, and led her to his bed. The cuffs' manacles were locked in place around her wrists, Belle once again tied down. In the moment she didn't care, trying her hardest not to break down and cry until after Hook left the room.

When the noise sounded a third time, Hook couldn't hurry fast enough away from her. The door to the bedroom slammed shut behind him, and seconds later she heard a loud thump. It sounded two more times before she heard Hook stomping nosily away. Her tears were already falling, Belle sniffling, giving in to the sick feeling inside her. She was so damn confused about everything, wondering what was wrong with her to have every allowed things to go as far as they had.

Her body didn't seem to care, aching and demanding satisfaction. It just upset her more, Belle wondering why her body, her thoughts, even her heart seemed to be confused about what she wanted. Logically, Hook WAS the enemy. She shouldn't be feeling anything for him, let alone desire and attraction. Nor should Belle be allowing him to take so many of her first experiences, or letting herself enjoy it so much. She was doing things with Hook that should have been reserved for Rumplestiltskin, and yet...the sad, awful truth was that she was no longer even half interested in pursuing that kind of relationship with the other man. Not now, not after hearing about Mila, and the way Rumplestiltskin had murdered her.

Belle hadn't known the heart could be so fickle. Hadn't known how quickly it could be turned away, especially when it hadn't gotten enough of the love and affection needed to nurture a healthy relationship. But Rumplestiltskin hadn't been willing to put in the effort needed, more concerned with the fact that Belle's kiss had had the power to break his curse. It should have been something Rumplestiltskin would have wanted, but the sad fact was the man had valued power and magic more than any loving expression Belle had wanted to show him.

Was it as simple as the fact Belle was starved for affection, and growing tired of a man who could never kiss her? A man who would always put love second, where his own ambitions and powers were concerned? But was Hook any better, when he was still locked in that place of grief, suffering, grieving a woman dead already for how many years?

Belle was beginning to think she made poor choices when it came to love and attraction. Falling for not one, but two who were emotionally unobtainable. Her sobs stifled on a gasp, Belle shocked. Had she just thought, even briefly, that Hook was someone she was falling for? Belle quickly shook her head no, trying to deny it. Trying to insist she was just getting confused, the line between love and sexual desire becoming blurred by Hook's actions. She was after all, an inexperienced woman, unused to the kind of things Hook had been doing to her and with her. She couldn't, wouldn't make the mistake that so many other young women make, confusing sex with love. So how come it felt like her heart was breaking, Belle crying harder.

To Be Continued...

Still having way too much fun...XD

Ah...hope no one is too disappointed over the porthole part. I wanted Belle and Hook in this tale, to not end up being non con...or even hopefully not too dubious consent. Which is why I didn't have him do more when she was stuck in that window porthole. It probably depends on how you view things, if kissing her until she was only all too willing and eager to do more, if it counts as dub con or not. X_X Ay yi yi...I still had too much fun writing this! XD

Somehow I couldn't work in a mention that Hook had taken the time to pull down her skirt, before leaving her chained up. I also had wanted to put a mention of Belle realizing he had left with her panties still dangling on his hook! XD

Ah well, onwards and upwards!

-Michelle

Tiiulicious, aw I'm blushing. Happily! :D I'm so amazed and grateful for all the feedback and support I've been getting for my writing attempts with these two! And so excited to hear I'm getting them right! Whoo hoo! I'm also glad to hear I'm conveying so many different kinds of emotions for the readers, when writing the different beats for Hook and Belle in this story. Intrigued to check out the story you mentioned you're working on. Will try to do that now!

Kendra Lueher, thanks! Will look forward to any comments you might have after you play catch up. Glad you checked out the first chapter, and found it to your liking. :D

A Fan Of Yours, thank you so much! I will have to think about the story request., I mean on how to work the angles of it. Unless you don't mind doing a little brainstorming right now? Cause I am trying to think how to manage your idea...I mean does she get shot, but she doesn't fall over the line? So she doesn't lose her memories? That will make it a little tricky, but I sorta think I might be able to work something out...not one hundred percent sure though, but imagining Belle insists on seeing her attacker at the hospital, much to Rumplestiltskin's displeasure. And then Hook's pain and anger, somehow make her intrigued in finding out more. Hmm...I know...it could be they have some kind of interaction on his ship like in the episode...and then a little later in the fic, a shooting happens. Like Hook could be all, "You saved me (got rumple not to beat him to death) so I was going to save you." Course Belle wouldn't be pleased with the methods he employed to attempt that saving! Still got to think about this more, but any feedback, ideas you might have, feel free to send them my way!

K-Milah, aw...sorry, sorry...I'll blame it partly on, as I was getting near the end of the chapter, I was getting sleepy. I actually attempted to write a few more lines, but they weren't going like I wanted, and then I decided it was a good ending point for the chapter. Plus I wanted to get Belle's thoughts into this moment as well. Next chapter will be back to Hook's thoughts though!

And thank you! Pleased to hear that! Chapter three, as much fun as I had writing it, after I posted it, I started letting silly doubts make me worry. I'm glad that so far, no one thought the porthole thing was stupid! Phew!