A/N: THANK YOU! Your reviews mean the world to me! Just a warning, this chapter gets smutty ;)
She wakes up to sunlight filtering through the clear windows, the sound of a murmuring crowd, sea gulls, and lapping waves filtering through her hazy, sleepy mind. She turns over and realizes she's alone, but his scent lingers all around her, sea salt and spices making her press her face into the pillow to inhale deeply. She stretches languidly, relishing in the peace and respite; she honestly hasn't slept this well in days.
Just as she thinks about going back to her own quarters, Roland and Henry knock excitedly and yell through the door, asking her if they can come in. "Emma! You're ok!" They run to her and climb onto the bed, their bright smiles washing away all her terrors. "Killian told us you had a rough night, I'm sorry Emma." Henry wraps an arm around her and Roland climbs onto her lap, tucking his face against her neck. Her heart warms at the sweet affection and she hugs them both back, kissing their heads one by one.
"Killian?" she wonders aloud and Roland grins. "That's the Captain's real name! He only lets us call him that." "Does he now?" she asks and tickles Roland until his sweet laughter fills the room. Henry joins in and soon all three of them are laughing, tangled up in Hook's sheets, the heaviness from the night before all but gone now.
Once they've settled from their round of laughter, Emma finally asks them the question that's been bugging her since she woke. "Where are we?" They both open their mouths wide to answer, but are interrupted when Hook coughs, leaning against the wood of his door, a tray of what seems to be food in his hand. "Why don't you lads go with Robin to town? I heard there are the sweetest candy apples here." He throws a small, velvet bag in their direction and they scamper off, whooping and laughing excitedly.
Her heart flips when she sees his blue eyes gazing at her, wide and dazzling. She takes in his appearance; he's changed from black leather to a white tunic and black breeches, gold embroidery lacing the front of his shirt. It's so unusual from his usual leather garb, that she looks on astonished for a moment; he looks even more handsome if it's possible.
"Morning, beautiful." He smirks as she blushes and walks into his room, placing the tray on the bed with caution, sitting at the very edge. Her stomach growls and her mouth waters as the delicious scent of the food fills the room. "How-god that smells amazing." He chuckles and pushes the tray closer. There's a cup of orange juice, steaming meat stew, and ripe, fresh fruits. She stares at the abundance in shock, and looks up at him bewildered. Just a day ago they were scrabbling for the last piece of bread.
"We're restocking for Neverland, love, this town happened to have a port and a plentiful amount of resources." He tucks a stay curl behind her ear and she feels her heart beat increase at the simple touch. She tucks into her food almost immediately, too hungry to notice his eyes taking in her every sigh and moan as the warm stew fills her mouth with its savory flavor. "Is that why you're dressed like that?" she asks as she bites into a strawberry. The sweet, tangy juices burst over her tongue and she nearly weeps at the rare delicacy.
"Indeed, Swan, the people here seem to be quiet giving. Why? Do you like it?" He gives her a cheeky grin and she rolls her eyes as she devours another berry. "You don't look too bad." "Coming from you, I must say, that is one of the highest compliments I've ever received." She laughs, the banter, the food, and the calmness in the air around them a wonderful rarity. "Are you alright, Swan?" He asks when she goes silent for too long. He leans closer, his vividly blue eyes reading her like always. "Yes, yeah I'm…I'm fine." He looks down, nodding his head in understanding and sighs.
"I'm sorry about what happened, Emma, it was unforgivable and he was an utterly abhorrent bastard for coming near you at all, I would do anything to-" She grabs his arm as he rambles to halt his words and gives him a shy smile; she can see the regret and guilt in his deep, blue eyes and the hunch in his shoulders; she doesn't want him to feel responsible for the actions of an ignorant, terrible man. "It's ok, Killian, you saved me and he's gone now." His lips tilt up into a grin slowly, as if he can't believe she's really sitting in his quarters, munching on berries, and smiling contentedly. "You said Killian," he remarks and she blushes at the sincerity in his eyes. "Yes, well, it is your name."
He chuckles and tilts her chin up, eyes falling to her mouth as his thumb swipes over her bottom lip to catch a drop of strawberry nectar. She feels mesmerized, heat coiling in her belly, as he brings his thumb to his lips and sucks off the juice, his smoldering gaze holding hers. "Be ready in an hour, darling, I'm taking you out to see the town of Friar." He winks as he leaves and she can't help but grin when her cheeks flush and a million butterflies flutter in her stomach. She finishes her stew and fruits, gulps down her juice, and runs into her room to dress for the day.
At dawn, Robin had stumbled into his quarters; eyes going wide at Emma nestled against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. He glared at the outlaw and he had thrown his hands up in apology before whispering that they had hit land.
They had never encountered a town called Friar in all his maps, but it turned out it was a hidden jewel in between a sea of changing realms. The men hauling in new supplies at port welcomed The Jolly Roger warmly, but ever the cautious Captain, he spent a good few hours till the sun was high in the sky roaming the towns to make sure this wasn't a trap. It turned out to be just that: a treasure of a land full of cheery women, men and children and more food, clothing, spices than he'd ever seen in any realm.
He asks for another bag to wrap up the food supplies and hands it to one of his crew men to stock up the ship. He reluctantly slips a few gold coins into the old man's hand. She had been incredibly insistent that although they were pirates, paying for some of the goods instead of ransacking the town would allow them to be more welcomed. His gaze drifts to her like always, and he smiles when he sees her chasing Roland and Henry around the grand water fountain, her new, emerald green dress he bought her shining beneath the sunlight.
She's ethereal, beautiful, and angelic and he knows in that instant, as she laughs with her head thrown back as Roland throws his tiny arms around her legs, that he is completely and irrevocably in love with Emma Swan. His heart clenches in chest because the feeling goes against what he believe in, what he promised himself, but he can't help it, he can't help but feel that she is everything he's been searching for in all his life.
He knows he's not good enough of for her, he's a pirate who kills, steals, and fights, and she a Princess from high born blood, but something in him screams that he could change; he could change for her. Not completely of course, once a pirate, always a pirate, and his loyalties to his brother still prick at his heart, but he yearns to love her and show her that she changed his life the night his eyes met hers in a tavern in the Enchanted Forest.
By night fall, he decides to stay the night in Friar; they all need a good night's rest and the inn they take over is welcoming and full of ale and rum in the tavern below. He makes sure the youngest have a full meal of meat pies and apple juice before he follows Robin up the stairs to settle them in for bed. He pats their heads as they nestle into the warm sheets, his heart warm as they close their eyes sleepily.
Roland had always held a special place in his heart, and surprisingly Henry, with his brilliant mind and kind heart had taken a piece too. He catches Robin smiling curiously at him across the room, leaning against the door. "Spill it, mate." He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. "You just…you're good with them." He doesn't know what the point of such observation is and can't explain why it makes him so content to know that bandit approves of this. "I'm just doing my duties as Captain." "Oh sure, Hook, just like you caring for Emma is a duty?" He feels his face flush and gives him a grimace, aware that his heart on his sleeve is becoming way too apparent, and he can't allow that, can't allow his crew to think he's gone soft for a girl. Robin grabs his shoulder before he can leave, and squeezes softly. "Liam would want you to be happy, Killian." He swallows hard and sees the obvious respect and loyalty the bandit holds for him. He nods once and mumbles goodnight before quickly stepping down the stairs to the warm and lively tavern below.
She sips on her apple cider slowly, the warmth of the mug warming her up, as she watches from her seat in the back of the tavern as each of his men fall for a wench and disappear up the stairs or behind closed doors. She knows they are only men, pirates actually, at sea for days on end and have needs to be fulfilled, but can't help but feel distaste when they roughly pull the girls away, even if they simply giggle and follow.
She misses Jefferson. She likes the rest of the crew just fine, but she misses Jefferson, his place as second hand to Hook, his smile, his thoughtful words, his concern for her in such a short amount of time. She hopes he's happy with his family in Wonderland.
She hasn't seen him for a few hours and the worry simmering in her chest makes way to her head, making her irrationally too concerned about his whereabouts. It surprises her, but she can't shake the rising jealously and hurt as she imagines him with a bar wench, alone, in a bed-no she shouldn't think of such thoughts.
Relief surges through her when she sees him stroll back to the bar, his laughter loud as one of his crew men cracks a joke and his eyes shining as he picks up the rum offered by the barmaid. She watches him, captivated by his aura that lights up the people around him, and remembers the night she caught sight of him in a tavern long ago, when his blue eyes had met hers from across the room, and she had only known him as Captain Hook, evil, vindictive, intelligent, and seductive. He pats Smee on the back and turns down a wench practically spilling her breasts in his face, and catches her gaze, smiling warmly; she knows that those first few stories were mere distortions.
Her heart beat speeds up as he approaches her, his eyes solely focused on her, and she knows in that moment that she wants him, just as much as he wants her. "I believe I first caught sight of you in a tavern long ago, Princess." He sits across from her, tilting his tumbler of rum to his mouth and smirks as she watches him lick his lips after. "You were just a scary pirate then." He grins and leans forward, his eyes falling to her neckline for a moment, creating a scarlet blush to paint her cheeks. "Oh? And what am I to you now? Not scary?" She giggles and feels her body lean forward into him, as if gravity was pushing them closer. "No, not scary. Intelligent, kind, tactful, and brave, but not scary."
She loves that he looks shocked, swallowing hard, before he gains composure and chuckles, his blue eyes wide in wonder. "You are a peculiar one, Swan." The heat sweltering in her belly gives her courage to softly say the next few words. "Can you show me my room, Captain? I'm awfully tired." He sees her intent as she tilts her head and looks up from beneath her lashes, a smirk on her lips as he opens and closes his mouth for a second, unraveled by her. His eyes darken as he stands and holds out his hand to help her rise. "Right this way, darling." She follows, her heart fluttering in her chest.
The second they get to her door, he gives into his voracious need and kisses her, swallowing her gasp as he tastes her soft, pliant lips, shoving the door open behind them, leading her into the room. "Gods, Swan, you don't know how long I've wanted to do that." She laughs and tugs at his coat as they walk backwards to the bed. He presses kisses down her chin to her neck, sucking lightly at her racing pulse and grins when she whimpers.
He reaches for her lips again, getting lost in her striking green eyes, darkened with desire, before she pulls his mouth to hers. Her fingers tug at his vest, the scent of her, the feel of her stirring a desire in him he's never felt in his life. They fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and clothes and her sweet laughter makes his heart clench.
She's a princess, a virgin, completely innocent and he shouldn't taint her with his darkness.
"Emma, wait…" he tries to pulls himself off of her, but she's resistant, arching beneath him and kissing her way down to his neck, making his head spin. "No, I don't want to wait." He groans when her tongue tangles with his, soft and sweet, electrifying him with need. He pulls away, tugging on her bottom lip, loving the whimper that leaves her throat. "Love, do you know that this means? Are you sure you want-" "Yes! Yes, Killian, I want you, I need you."
His eyes widen when she uses his name, his real name, and his hunger for her becomes even more ardent. He's lost in her after that, right and wrong vanishing from his mind as he pulls her in for a long, languid kiss, savoring her, groaning as her fingers wrestle with the buttons on his shirt. She tears it open when the buttons don't comply and he laughs, pressing hot kisses down her throat and stops her wandering hands from unlacing his breeches.
"What-" she begins to asks, but he kisses her, halting her words. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips opening under his for more. She's beautiful. "Do you trust me, Emma?" She nods vehemently and he feels a tug in his heart, his need for her blurring with his love for her. He reaches behind her to unlace her dress, kissing her shoulder as her skin is revealed, the bruise from her terrible encounter making him even more needy to show her just how she should be treated, how she should be loved. The emerald silk falls down her body slowly and he holds her gaze, her eyes dark with lust, but nervous around the edges.
He kisses her soft and slow, his hand gripping her hip lightly as his hook trails down her exposed skin with the dulled curve. He finally allows himself to drink her in, sweeping his gaze over her smooth, flawless skin and soft curves scattered with light feckless and almost swallows his tongue. "Bloody hell, Emma, you're beautiful." She blushes and the heat rolls all the way down to her breasts, her glorious breasts, tipped with dusky, pink nipples begging for his touch. She makes a move as if to cover herself, so he kisses her, tangling their fingers together above her head. "You're a vision, love." He breathes against her lips and feels a thrill run down his spine when she smiles and nips at his lower lip.
He nips at her neck, sucking on her skin, kissing his way down to the swells of her breasts, the sensual touch of his mouth making her sigh blissfully. His lips cover one nipple, sucking tightly, tongue circling the bud, making her keen at the sensation. His hand plays with the other, squeezing and massaging, his blue eyes intent on her face.
His touch heats her up from the inside out, the burning between her thighs aching for something, the feeling new and incredible as it pools between her legs. "Killian, I—oh," his tongue traces her belly button, his scruff ticking her as he presses wet, hot kisses down, down, down. Her nervousness gets the best of her before he can reach to where he intends and she looks down at him, the view of him between her legs exciting her as much as it frightens her. "You alright, darling?" his finger skim up and down her inner thigh, his hook tracing her knee, she shivers and bites her lip.
"I—I've never done this." He chuckles and rises up to kiss her, his lips making her melt back into the bed. "I know that, love, but it feels good, I want to make you feel good." His blue eyes are dark with lust, his lips smiling at her tenderly so she nods, trusting him with her body completely. He leans back down to between her legs and parts her them gently, keeping his gaze on hers. She shivers, her heart racing in her chest, as the cools air grazes over her sensitive skin, and sees his jaw clench as he bites his lower lip and breaks their stare to fall lower, to her feet.
She presses up on her elbows confused and giggles when his lips brush the soles of her feet. "Killian, what are you doing?" He grins as he kisses and nips at her calf, swirling his tongue under her knee. "Taking my time, Swan." Heat thrums in her core as his stubbles burns the soft skin of her thighs, his lips leaving hot, wet kisses up to her where she's soaked and aching. She forgets to be nervous, afraid, and worried, her hands fisting the sheets, a deep shuddering breath escaping her lips, as his warm breath blows softly over her, his cool hook bending her knee, his lips grazing her skin.
His cock aches for her, throbbing beneath his leathers, but he's too enraptured by her gloriously naked body to pay regards. He slides a finger through her warm, wet folds, groaning at how utterly soaked she is for him. She's panting, her thighs trembling, so he eases her with soft kisses over her flushed, needy skin, tasting her delicious desire on his lips.
"Please, Killian," she begs brokenly, pushing her hips up asking for what she's never had. He loves the way his name tumbles from her mouth, intensifying his need to consume and ravish her. He licks a stripe through her cunt, bottom to top, moaning as her taste floods his tongue, sweet and tangy. She keens, her back arching and looks down, her frantic, aroused eyes searching for him. "Shhh, love, breathe for me." He grabs her hand and tangles their fingers before licking against her more insistently, lapping her sweet slickness, twirling his tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerves.
She grows wetter and louder when he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks softly, tongue circling relentlessly. Her hand pulls away from his and falls into his hair, clenching tightly, her other hand cupping her own breast. "Fuck, Swan, yes darling, just give into me." She's divine, tormenting him in the best way, and he increases his efforts, wants her to fall apart. "Oh god, it feels so good, I can't-oh god." She rolls her hips against his mouth passionately, rousing his already searing want for her, driving him insane.
He presses single finger against her slippery cunt as she rolls her hips and soon he's surrounded by her clenching wet walls. He bites her inner thigh, overwhelmed by her heat, before redirecting himself to her throbbing clit, licking roughly, sucking, his eyes glancing up to see her back arched, mouth wide, eyes clenched shut. Fucking beautiful, she really is. With a loud moan, she falls apart, shivering as her walls flutter against his finger, her slickness covering his chin.
He smiles when she pulls away; if it were up to him, he'd never leave his place between her legs.
"Oh my god," she pants, her body buzzing, her core tingling with the most pleasurable sensations. He chuckles softly and lazily kisses her belly button, her hips, nuzzles against her thigh as she catches her breath. "That was-" "Up to the Princess's satisfaction?" He waggles his eyebrows, smug grin on his lips and she laughs, her heart fluttering with affection, her need for him still not sated.
She reaches for him, but he catches her hand, kisses her knuckles before falling down between her legs once more. "Killian," she whines, needy and curious. "I love when you say my name, Swan." She gasps and rolls her hips when he teases that spot, her fingers fisting in the sheets, because it feel so good. "I want you," she breathes, holding his smoldering blue eyes. "And I you, love, but first…" He pushes a finger deep within her and she takes a sharp intake of air, the intrusion pleasurable, yet tight. "I want you to come, again," he murmurs against her wet core, his eyes hooded and dark.
She tugs at his soft, silky hair as he sucks against her clit, tongue twisting and twirling, bringing her closer in a matter of minutes. "God," she rasps when he adds another finger, the burn diminishing as he pushes in and out, her slick want making everything slippery and good, so, so, good.
She looks down and sees his mouth open wide against her, his hair messy, her fingers holding on tightly, and it's so incredibly hot; she never imaged this is what it would be like, not even when Ruby had sworn it. She'd never doubt her again.
She feels the building pressure explode suddenly, her body filing with intense euphoria, her breath caught in her throat as she clenches around his still moving fingers. Her thighs trap his head between her legs and his laughter make her shudder; she's so sensitive. He kisses a wet trail up her body, whispering compliments and promises against her skin. She smiles, hazy and blissed out, kisses him and tastes the tangy flavor of herself on his tongue, and it pools desire between her thighs.
She bites his bottom lip, sucking roughly, before she tries to flip them over. She pushes him to lie down, smirk on her lips as she straddles his waist. His fingers traces down her neck, her breasts, gliding over her stomach, his blue eyes gazing at her with such reverence and need. She leans down, allowing the longing that's been burning within her the moment she met him wash away any nervous or anxious thoughts.
She tilts his chin up and kisses the column of his neck, nipping and sucking his skin, the salty, unique taste driving her mad with want. She trails down to his chest, leaving hot, wet kisses, twisting her fingers in his soft hair. He's lean and muscled, his abs leading down to the v of his hips. Her heart beat quickens as she licks a stripe down his stomach, his breathy curses encouraging her motions.
Greedily, she unlaces his pants and tugs them off, her breath catching when his hard cock bobs lightly; her slick core throbs and she looks up. "You're so big," she mumbles out, her fingers touching him with whisper soft touches. "Emma," he breathes and she sees that he looks wrecked, lower lip caught between his teeth, eyes glazed with need. It makes her feel powerful, Captain Hook lying beneath her, taut with desperation for her touch.
She smirks and wraps a hand around him, recalling what little things Ruby would tell her late into the night in her room, when they were both too drunk to be appropriate. He's warm, so warm and soft despite the hardness beneath. He's wet at the tip, almost red, and she craves to taste him, to make him shudder because of her mouth. His fingers clench in her hair when she licks over the head with her tongue, her belly coiling with want as his hook, cool and sharp slides down her arm. "Fuck, love," he groans and pulls her up, before she even gets to taste him again.
I know, I know, I ended it at the worst time, but there's definitely more to come! Please let me know what you think, I don't write smut often, so I hope it was alright.
