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There she was; her hazel eyes shining, reflecting the morning sun. Her hair resembling the sea; golden waves so lustrous that they moved like the ocean. Clarissa sat on a crate against the railings – her usual spot – while peacefully reading. It had become a habit for her to read a book after finishing her duties on board. It had also become a habit for a certain pirate to watch her as she read.
Killian kept his gaze on the young woman as she skimmed through the pages of one of his books. He enjoyed watching her, seeing all the little facial expressions she would make while reading. It was as though he was under a spell, for he could not look away. Her beauty captured him, but it wasn't only that. She was brave and strong when needed, but also genuine and shy. In the darkness that was his soul, her presence brought light. Having her around made him feel relaxed, content; feelings which he had not felt since Milah died.
The thought of his lost love made Killian's expression twist into a scowl. How could he allow himself to feel complacent? He had achieved nothing. He should be focusing on his only goal: revenge. Once Milah was murdered, he made a promise to himself that he would make Rumplestiltskin pay for what he did. No matter the cost. For years he has tried looking for a way to kill him; he has put all his life's dedication into it. Yet, at the moment, there was someone distracting him from his quest.
Clarissa noticed the chilling pair of eyes staring at her and so she shot her Captain a smile before returning to the book. Her smile alone made him question all his choices. Even his need for revenge would slowly disappear whenever he was with her. Killian knew there was no denying that he held feelings for her, deep feelings. When Clarissa risked her life to save him from the Nandi Bear, he felt pure terror in his veins as the beast went after her. He did not want to lose her. She was special to him.
Am I betraying Milah? His heart sank. Killian pulled down his sleeve and looked at the heart tattoo with Milah's name written across it. I can't be selfish. I will execute my revenge. To carry out his vengeance would mean to push away these strange new feelings for Clarissa. It's for the best, He'd tell himself. That is mainly why he did not tell her about the kiss they shared while she was intoxicated. He didn't need more things to get in the way of his plans. Clarissa is young and beautiful. She needs someone good for her, not someone who's tragically wounded and damaged by demons he can't escape.
"Captain!"
Mr. Smee's voice managed to break through into his thoughts. With a quick shake of his head, Killian turned toward his first mate. "What is it Mr. Smee?"
"There is someone requesting for your presence Captain." He replied simply.
"Who?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "but he says you'll be very interested in what he has to say."
Killian was left puzzled, but quickly descended down the stairs from the quarterdeck and onto the main deck. Currently the Jolly Roger was docked at the town of Port Esterlyn. It's a rather big town close to the Royal Castle. They had settled there for a few days in hopes of finding a way to kill the Dark One, but unsurprisingly nothing was discovered.
Near the bow of the ship was where the mysterious stranger stood. Anyone could tell it was a man by his tall structured build, yet he remained hunched. His posture was somewhat bizarre and his hooded dark clothing only added to that. Even his face was barely visible due to the large hood over his head.
"You there! I hear you have some information for me?" Killian commanded. "It better be damn important or I'll show you what happens when you mess with a pirate's precious time."
The strange man chuckled, the crackling in his voice giving away his old age. "I can assure you Captain that what I have to say will spike your interest."
Killian smiled at the man's confidence. "Very well then, proceed."
"I hear you're looking for a way to kill the Dark One?" Killian's eyes widened as the man continued. "You see there were rumors that the Dark One fell in love with a woman. She lived with him for months in his castle. Surely she most know of a way to kill him."
"Who is this woman? Where can I find her?" It was hard to contain the excitement in Killian's voice. This must be a sign. A sign to follow through with my revenge.
"My memory is a little rusty… maybe you could be of assistance?" With a sickening smile, the old man held out his hand indicating why he was really giving out this information. He wanted payment.
"Ugh," Killian groaned with aggravation as he unbuckled a pouch full of coins from his belt. "Here you scoundrel; now tell me!"
The hooded man held the pouch greedily while tucking it away in his cloak. "Her name is Belle. She was captured by the Evil Queen not too long ago."
Then to the Evil Queen's castle I must go. Without even a second of hesitation Killian turned toward his crew. "Avast, we have a new destination! Harden up and get ready to set sail, mates!"
The crew burst into action, preparing for their soon departure. Killian watched happily, finally feeling like the cards were in his favor. He finally had gotten another lead that would hopefully guide him straight to his crocodile. Nothing could get in his way now, nothing except –
"Wait!"
Clarissa's yell took him by surprise as he turned to her. She was standing right in front of him; the book she was reading lay forgotten on the ground. She came wondering what all the commotion was about, but when she heard the stranger's tale, her stomach turned.
"Don't do this Killian; don't go down the path of vengeance." Clarissa had been dreading for this day, the day Killian would continue with his pursuit. She knew it was a long shot asking him to stop, but she had to try.
"I intend to make the Dark One suffer for what he did." His response was sharp. "For Milah and for my hand!"
"And so killing him is your happy ending?" Clarissa shook her head in disbelief. "It doesn't work like that. Revenge will only leave you empty… Don't be like the Dark One, you're not a villain!"
"You don't know what you're talking about girl!"
She hated when he treated her like a child and he was doing it purposely now to anger her. However she didn't correct him by saying "woman" this time, because a horrifying thought suddenly appeared in her head which over shadowed her fury. It is common knowledge to anyone in the realm that the Dark One is a very powerful and dangerous man. He is known as being the most powerful wizard and that alone worried her.
"Even if you go after Rumplestiltskin there is a chance he could end your existence…" She held back a sob, "…you could die."
"If I die for my vengeance, then that's enough satisfaction for me."
Her hands balled up into fists as her anger rose. How can he not care about what happens to him? Does he think so little for his own life? She didn't want to scream at him, but that's how it came out. "I'm not just going to stand around and watch you throw your life away!"
There was silence. The tension between them was making it hard to breathe. Both Killian and Clarissa stood a few feet apart, staring the other down with livid eyes. Around them the crew was still moving around, getting ready to set sail, but for the two of them it seemed like all time had stopped.
"Then leave."
At that moment it was as if a sword had pierced through Clarissa's heart. Pain consumed her from within. He doesn't want me here? The thought itself made her heart crack a little further. Giving it her best effort, she replied without a whimper.
"Fine."
As firm as she tried to make her voice sound, it was obvious that the damage had been done. Killian watched in disgust with himself as he saw her eyes fill up with tears, despite her attempt to stand strong. Seeing the hurt he had caused her made him want to cave in, but before he even had the chance to doubt his actions, Clarissa was already running away. He stayed quiet watching her figure disappear over the gangplank and off the ship.
Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be. She was never mine to keep. Even though he told himself that, a small yet incredibly strong ache appeared in his chest. Would this be the last time he saw her? Could he really live without seeing her again? I have my revenge. That is all I need. Yet, a little part of him knew that was a lie.
"Prepare to raise anchor and depart from the harbor!" he commanded. He thought perhaps the faster he fled from this spot, the faster the ache in his chest would stop pounding.
"Captain!"
Killian glanced down at Mr. Smee who seemed rather anxious. He was holding his red hat tightly in his hands.
"What is it Mr. Smee?"
Mr. Smee, unlike the rest of the crew, had actually heard the fight that just occurred. "Why are you just letting her go?"
Anger seized through his veins as his eyebrows scrunched together. He didn't know anyone was paying attention to them and frankly he didn't want to talk about it. "That does not concern you!"
"It does when I see my Captain making a terrible mistake."
How dare him! Killian grabbed his first mate by the collar and lifted him off the ground. "You want to say that again?" His voice held a threatening tone, trying to mask the pain of his newly open wound.
Surprisingly enough, Mr. Smee did not struggle or back away. He collected his courage and stared directly into Killian's eyes. "You love her Captain. I can see it simply in the way you look at her."
Impressed with his bravery to stand up to him, Killian's rage slowly began to fade away and turn into grief. He was right. He did love her. But he couldn't allow himself that happiness. He can't have both his revenge and her. He could only have one. But was he willing to make that sacrifice?
"Mr. Smee…" he sighed while placing him down. "you don't understand."
"I know I may not have known Milah for very long sir, but I do know that she would want you to be happy." The words Mr. Smee spoke were kind and it made Killian feel lucky to have such a caring first mate. "Just give Miss Clarissa some time till she returns."
Killian groaned with anguish. "She won't come back." How could she? Not after the awful things I said.
"Have faith Captain. It's just like an old saying I once heard: if you love someone, set them free and if they return, it was meant to be."
"Clarissa ran off into town with tears in her eyes. She didn't know where she was going, but at the moment that didn't matter. All she wanted to do was to get as far away from the Jolly Roger as she possibly could."
April paused from reading and looked up to check on Henry. He was lying motionless in the hospital bed; the machine monitoring his heartbeat still beeping at a regular pace. Nothing had changed since the last time she paused, yet every time she hoped he'd miraculously wake up.
She exhaled mournfully and continued on with the story. "Clarissa found herself in an alley sitting on the cobblestone floor near the outskirts of town. What she didn't know was that she was about to meet another important character…"
The quiet alley of Port Esterlyn echoed the sound of weeping. Clarissa sat on the floor, curled up in a ball, drowning in her heartbreak. Her tears dripped from the end of her chin and onto the hard ground below. Where would she go from here? Back home? It's not like he wants anything to do with me. The sharp pain in her chest only got worse the more she thought about him. She even started to have trouble breathing. It was as if a heavy weight rested on her chest, refusing to accept oxygen.
"Then leave." She never knew that those two words could have such a tremendous affect on her. She replayed that scene over and over in her head. Would she have done anything differently if she could? No. She still believed revenge was not the way, but being right did not make the pain any easier to bear. She wanted to be with him, truly. But he made it perfectly clear he only wanted revenge. If this is what it felt to be in love, then maybe she was wrong all along.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Clarissa was caught off guard when she heard a gentle voice calling out to her. When she looked up, she saw that the voice belonged to a young woman who looked about her age. She had long flowing black hair and stunning green eyes. Her clothes consisted of a cream colored doublet with rhinestones, beige trousers and long brown boots. From her appearance it was easy to tell that she was wealthy, for no commoner would wear such extravagant clothes.
"I'm o-okay…" Clarissa sniffed while wiping her eyes. "I feel fine."
The woman arched an eyebrow, not at all convinced. "I beg to differ." She held out her hand for Clarissa, "Come on, a beautiful young woman like yourself shouldn't be crying in an alley."
Hazel eyes met green as Clarissa wondered if she should accept the stranger's compassion. She didn't really want to be around people right now, all she wanted to do was be by herself and wallow in her misery. However, the stranger's genuine eyes convinced her that maybe being alone wasn't the best idea.
By taking the woman's hand, she was pulled up from the floor. "Thanks."
Suddenly, a handsome blonde man appeared beside the woman. He also had light eyes and was wearing a long sleeved leather jacket with dark trousers.
"Snow, we should continue our journey through the town. We have many other places left to visit." He said.
"Snow?" Realization struck her. She knew this woman had to be wealthy, but she didn't think she would be talking to the Queen of the kingdom. "As in the Snow White?!"
"Correct." She answered with a smile.
Clarissa was stuck in a state of awe, speechless as to what to say. She heard news about how Snow White saved the kingdom from the Evil Queen and banished her away. Now she was trying to fix the damage the Evil Queen inflicted on the kingdom. She also heard rumors that the royal wedding for her and Prince Charming was going to happen soon.
Snow took her silence as an opportunity to turn to her future husband. "Charming, let us postpone our trip for a few minutes. I'd like to take a stroll with…" Snow looked at star-struck blonde hoping for a response.
"Oh!" Clarissa straightened her posture and bowed, "I'm Lady Clarissa your Highness."
"With Lady Clarissa." She finished her original sentence to Charming.
He gave her a smirk, but agreed. "Alright, just don't take too long. I'll be waiting by the carriage."
Once he vanished, Snow nodded her head forward, signaling for them to start walking. They walked side by side in a slow pace. Houses and shops passed by the two women as they stayed in a comfortable silence. Clarissa was too nervous to start the conversation and was still rather astonished that she was walking with the Queen.
"So where are you from Lady Clarissa?" Snow asked, initiating the conversation.
"I'm from the village where Princess Aurora reigns."
"That kingdom is pretty distant from here." She commented, "What are doing in Port Esterlyn?"
"I'm traveling," Clarissa frowned remembering her recent dispute. "Or at least I was…"
"Why were you crying? Did something happen during your travels?" Snow's voice was full of concern. If she cared this much for someone not in her kingdom, then Clarissa couldn't imagine the kind of love she'd hold for her citizens. She was truly going to be a great Ruler.
Clarissa nodded to her question. Her travel plans didn't go as expected since the very beginning! She got kidnapped by pirates, almost traded to another pirate, nearly eaten by a Nandi Bear, and worst of all she fell in love with a pirate. "I've just been dealing with a lot of crazy stuff lately."
Snow looked at her with a grin, already figuring out the problem. "What's his name?"
Hazel eyes widened in shock and Clarissa could've sworn her jaw literally dropped. Talk about hitting the nail on the head. "W-Wait, how did you know?"
"The one thing that makes everyone crazy is love!"
Clarissa sighed, tears refilling her eyes. This wasn't the type of love she was hoping to find. So far it has caused her nothing, but pain. "But I don't think this love is meant to be…"
Snow's hand reached for her shoulder, causing her to stop. "Why do say that? Does he know you love him?"
She shook her head, "No."
"Then tell him!"
"I can't," It was hard for Clarissa to refrain from crying when the fight she had with Killian was still so very fresh in her mind; his words still echoing in her head. "He'll reject me."
Snow moved her hand up and down Clarissa's back, trying her best to soothe her. "You don't know that for sure until you come clean with your feelings."
"I fear it is not that simple." Killian is obsessed with getting his revenge. He made it perfectly clear that he wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in his way. Basically he had already rejected her by kicking her off his ship.
Clarissa didn't want to reveal her dark tale to the kind Queen and so thought of a better way to explain her situation. "The man I'm in love with has a 'dream' that he really wants to accomplish, but I can't be apart of it."
"If you tell him you love him, then maybe you could become his new 'dream'."
Her remark made Clarissa laugh. Oh how she wishes that could be true! She wants nothing more than for Killian to stop his dangerous quest for revenge. Clarissa wouldn't even care if he didn't want her – although it would hurt – but all that mattered to her was his safety. She didn't want him to die.
"I can't –"
"Listen to me," The dark haired woman grabbed Clarissa by the shoulders, her features serious yet caring. "If you love someone, tell them. Forget about the rules or the fear of looking ridiculous. What is truly ridiculous is passing up on the opportunity to tell someone that your heart is invested in them. You'll regret it if you don't."
Clarissa let her words sink in. Snow was right. All her life she had always looked forward to falling in love; always picturing it being amazing and wonderful, but she knew true love was never easy. Just take Snow White and Prince Charming; she heard about all the difficult obstacles they had to face in order to finally be together. So why can't she try and do the same? Killian could be insensitive and brutal at times, but he was also caring and noble. She knew his ruthlessness did not come from a place of complete hatred. It stems from a broken heart and lack of love. Maybe, just maybe, if she confessed her love to him things between them could work out.
It was a chance she was willing to take. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"I'll do it, I'll tell him." Snow's advice gave her a brand new sense of courage. If love truly is as powerful as they say, hopefully it can bring together even the most diverse people.
Snow burst into a huge smile and embraced her. "Great! I'm sure it'll all be fine!" She wiped away Clarissa's tears and sent her on her way. "Good luck!"
Excitement filled her veins as Clarissa waved goodbye to her new friend. Quickly she ran toward the docks, hoping to find the familiar ship still in its place. Could he have left without me? Her worries were pushed aside when she saw the recognizable white sails from afar. The Jolly Roger had not moved since she left, everything was exactly in its place. From afar she could not spot Killian on the upper deck which probably meant he was inside his private quarters.
The moment Clarissa stepped onto the ship however; she could already feel her newly formed excitement begin to drain. With every step she took, her insecurities arose. It took all her inner strength to eliminate the negative thoughts swimming in her head. She needed to tell him, she needed to give it a chance, or if not she'd surely regret it.
Making her way toward the stern of ship, Clarissa finally arrived at the large wooden doors of his chamber. She stood a few feet away contemplating on when to enter; when suddenly a figure appeared from within. It was Mr. Smee. When the chubby man turned around and saw her, he smiled at her in a way she has never seen before. In silence he motioned for her to go inside the Captain's room as he stepped aside. Mr. Smee's comforting smile was the final little push she needed in order to open the huge doors and step inside.
Immediately Killian noticed a presence in his room, but having his back to the door, he assumed it was only Mr. Smee who had just come in seconds before.
"Now what is it Mr. Smee?"
"I'm afraid I'm not him."
At the sound of her delicate voice, Killian felt a bolt of vibrancy ignite through his body. He spun around, absolutely stunned at her presence. He could not believe with his own eyes that she had returned to him.
"Clarissa?" He meant to greet her neutrally, but it came out more like a question for he was still having a hard time grasping this reality.
"Hello Killian,"
"You're back." He said stating the obvious, suddenly at a loss for words.
"Not exactly…"
A surge of disappointment overcame him. "Oh."
Clarissa fidgeted slightly with her dress, before looking up at him. "The reason I'm here is because I wanted to tell you something."
From the look in her eyes, he could tell it was something important. "What is it?"
"I don't want you to follow through with your revenge."
Killian groaned, already tired of having this argument. "We've been through this before Clarissa; nothing is going to stop me from –"
"Let me finish," she stated while interrupting him. With a deep breath she continued on, "I don't want you to seek revenge because I don't want to lose you."
The conversation had suddenly taken a change of direction, one which Killian was not expecting.
"You said that you would be satisfied if you died for your vengeance, but the truth is I wouldn't be able to bear that." There was a small crack in her voice as she tried her best not to cry. "I don't want you to die."
"Why do you care so much for a loathsome pirate like me?" he asked, hoping to get the answer he wanted.
He did.
"Because I'm in love with you."
Killian stood still, completely in shock from her sudden confession. He prayed this wasn't just another dream teasing him with fantasy. He wanted this to be real because he too felt the same for her.
"I'm in love with you Killian." She repeated while taking a step closer to him. "And if you're willing to let go of the past and end your quest for vengeance, then I'll stay here with you. We can live out the rest of our days together, going on adventures and hunting for treasure. You can finally let yourself be happy…with me." She then sighed, "But if you wish to continue with your revenge then I'll do as you say and leave. You'll never have to see me again."
The pirate's lingered silence made Clarissa very nervous. His answer could either cause her great heartbreak or great happiness. "Well, what do you say?"
Killian gazed down at her, this beautiful young woman anxiously waiting for his response. He inwardly smiled; here she stood, this brave little thing pouring out her feelings to him. He couldn't help but find her adorable as she bit her lower lip at him while staring with her big copper colored eyes. But then he thought about what she had offered. Was he really willing to sacrifice his revenge for her? If not, would he be okay with losing her? He had never felt so confused before. It felt like his heart was torn in two. But all of a sudden what Mr. Smee told him earlier today entered his mind: if you love someone, set them free and if they return, it was meant to be. Maybe this was truly meant to be after all.
Maybe she was his fate.
Once he set his eyes upon Clarissa for a final time, the answer suddenly became clear. "Yes."
"Yes?" Her heart skipped a beat. Did I hear that correctly?
"I choose you."
Killian reached out and grabbed her face with his hand before bringing it to meet his eager lips. Instinctively Clarissa kissed him back, gently moving her lips with his. When she felt him softly nipping her lower lip, she opened her mouth to him. He eased his tongue inside to stroke hers; acting as though he had all the time in the world. He was slow and deliberate. Clarissa could feel his facial hair tickling her as she kissed him, but it didn't bother her at all.
Their slow rhythm started to vanish as their kisses grew more passionate. Clarissa slid her hands up and behind his neck, pressing her body upon him. Feeling his body so close to her only made her craving worse. She had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him right now. The rush of electricity surging between them was something she wished would never end.
Taking a few steps forward, Killian forced Clarissa's back against the wall. He continued his assault on her lips, never wanting to stop. His desire for her was as endless and bountiful as the sea. Having her in his arms was enough proof to recognize that he had made the right choice.
His hand then lowered from her face, roaming over her neck and shoulder, followed by his lips. He left a wet trail of kisses past her earlobe and down her jaw, until he found her sweet spot. His expect tongue kissed, licked, and grazed that certain spot on her neck making Clarissa tilt her head to revel in the sensation.
"Killian…" his name sounded lovely coming out of her lips.
But after hearing her moan his name, Killian felt a fever of lust explode from his core. If he didn't stop himself now, he knew he wouldn't be able to later. As much as he hated the idea of stopping, he had to be a gentleman first. Clarissa was special; he wanted to treat her differently than the women he used to sleep with in brothels. He didn't want to push her too far.
"I fear m'lady that this is where I should stop."
However the answer he got was not what he was expecting.
"Don't," her voice was barely above a whisper, but Killian heard her loud and clear.
Clarissa understood what she was doing; she knew she wasn't going to regret this decision. She loved him and she wanted to be with him in every possible way. "You're a pirate, and pirates take what they want. So take me."
Her command was quickly obeyed as Killian lifted her into his arms and swept her onto his bed. Clarissa lay softly against the pillows while Killian hovered over her small frame. He leaned down, claiming her lips once again. They were both full of sexual frustration and Clarissa let him take what he needed because she needed this too. If loving him was wrong, then she didn't want to be right.
Killian's hand moved under her, hoping to loosen the lacing of her bodice. Sadly his efforts were in vain for he could not manage to untie them. Frustration got the better of him as he raised Clarissa slightly from the bed so he could tear apart the material by using his hook. Hearing the rip of fabric made Clarissa gasp. But before she could say anything, Killian crooned into her ear.
"I'll buy you a new one." The huskiness in his voice made her tremble with desire.
With a little help from each other, Killian was able to remove Clarissa's dress, leaving her in only a white chemise. The material was so thin that it barely left anything for the imagination. For a second, he lost his breath, powerless at the sight of her. She was beautiful, her body perfect in every way. Starting from her sculptured collar bone all the way down to her wide hips and long smooth legs. Her hardened nipples were even becoming evident through the slim fabric.
Killian wanted to ravish here right then and there, but knew he had to restrain himself. He recalled her once telling him how she's never been in love before and due to the heavy blush on her cheeks and her self-conscious movements; Killian assumed that this was her first time. He didn't know what she expected of him, but he did know he wanted to pleasure her. He wanted her to be his. He wanted to make love to her so sweetly that she would remember this day for the rest of her life.
"You're beautiful." Killian praised, his fingers pushing back a strand of hair. A smile tugged at his lips when he saw her blush redden; her modesty only made her more adorable.
Gathering her courage, Clarissa leaned up to taste his lips yet again, but this time she had a mission. Her hands flew to Killian's shoulders where she began to slide off his large black coat. Killian groaned with delight, pleased with the idea that she wanted to undress him. He swiftly helped her remove his dark vest, revealing to her his muscular upper body. Clarissa let her hands roam his torso, his curly locks of chest hair passing through her fingers. She enjoyed the way his muscles twitched with response to her touch.
Suddenly Clarissa let out a gasp when she felt her breast cupped perfectly in Killian's skilled hand. He began to rub and pinch at her through the fabric. Not only was she surprised by how good it felt, but also by how naturally she responded to him. It was as if they had been lovers for centuries. She ached for him to touch her skin and so in one quick movement she pulled the flimsy chemise off her body.
This bold act left Killian astounded at her naked beauty, but it didn't take him long to capture her back into his arms. His hand traveled to the luscious curve of her waist and continued up. His fingertips found the hard pink bud and he rolled it gently between his fingers. Her other bud was taken into his mouth as he suckled on it hungrily.
Clarissa moaned loudly, completely enjoying the ministrations Killian was performing to her breasts. She was lost in his touch. Gradually his mouth began to descend, planting wet kisses down her flat stomach. His mouth didn't stop as he continued to go lower, but once Clarissa figured out what he was doing, she panicked.
"Wait Killian! What are you –"
"Just trust me love." His charming voice reassured her and put her nerves at ease. She was in his hands.
Before beginning, Killian took off his hook from his left hand. He didn't want to accidentally harm her. Oh how he wished that he had is other hand back. He could pleasure her so much more if he did. Thankfully though, he had gained enough experience to know how to satisfy a woman with only one hand.
The contact of Killian's tongue on her inner thighs made Clarissa whimper. Using his hand to spread open her thighs gave him enough room to place his head between them. Clarissa gasped at the sensation of Killian's tongue brushing over her pink folds.
"Ah, Killian!" She griped the sheets in hopes of staying anchored to this reality.
The sweet sounds she was making encouraged Killian to finish the job. His tongue moved in a frenzy of passion, devouring her like a starved man. Her body grew hot as his tongue flickered around her clit.
"Oh…please," Clarissa didn't even know what she was begging for. All she knew was that the way he was playing with her drove her wild.
After a few minutes, Killian could tell that she was close to her climax. His movements became slower, more sensual and he started to feel her legs stiffening. Almost there.
"Come for me love," he murmurs.
Almost on command, Clarissa unravels at his words. Her back arches as she feels an explosion of heat shattering within her. Killian pulls up and kisses her deeply, absorbing her cries of ecstasy.
He watched content with himself as the blonde woman recovered from her orgasm. Normally he would never take the time to pleasure a woman in this way. When he would go to brothels, he would always be the receiver. But now all he wanted was to please the woman underneath him.
Killian felt his pants tighten, it was about time he had some sexual release as well. Rearing up on his knees, Killian managed to pull off his pants, leaving him bare.
Clarissa looked at him shyly, particularly at the area between his legs, with nervous excitement. He was quite big and she wondered exactly how he would fit. She knew it would hurt, but maybe it'd hurt less if she told him that she's never done this before.
"Killian, I um… I –" She began, but by the discomfort in her tone Killian already knew what she was going to say.
"Hush love, there's no need to say another word." He shushed kindly, saving her the embarrassment. "I'll be gentle."
Butterflies then fluttered in Clarissa's stomach as Killian retook his place on top of her. He was kissing her again, his hand roaming over her body, grabbing her breasts and massaging them. His hand went lower, spreading her legs open.
"Ready?"
With a nod, Clarissa held onto his shoulders as he entered her slowly. She yelped at the sudden pain and her hands clawed at his back. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but Killian kissed them away. Once inside he didn't move, allowing her to get used to the feeling. When she relaxed, she nodded at him to continue.
Killian pulled out of her slowly, and went back in with the same pace. Clarissa appreciated how tender Killian was with her, but once her pain started to fade away, she leisurely began to meet him thrust for thrust.
Their bodies rocked together, finding a steady rhythm to their dance of love. Killian hid his face into the crook of her neck, his hand tangled in her hair. The groans coming out of him could not be stopped for he was surrounded in a world of her intoxicating scent and touch. In and out he buried himself deep inside her, over and over again.
The quiet slap of skin meeting skin drowned out the whispered sweet nothings that passed between them. As time carried on, their kissing became more desperate and harsh as they both neared the end. His movements became faster, building up to his sweet release. Clarissa could feel the heat inside her growing to the point of no return.
The two lovers reached their climax at the same time, riding the waves of their euphoria together. Killian collapsed on top her with a layer of sweat; both of them exhausted. He took her into his arms and placed a soft kiss to her temple. Clarissa thought about saying something, but no words could describe the intense emotions running through her mind. So she settled for watching Killian give in to sleep.
"I love you Clarissa," she heard him whisper as he drifted in his slumber.
Hearing him say those words to her was a perfect ending to a perfect day. Clarissa closed her eyes, nestling in the warmth that was Killian's body. This must be true bliss.
"I love you too."
"Captain Hook and Lady Clarissa were finally together and happy in love…or so they thought. Something evil was soon to happen that would keep the two lovers apart."
April closed the fairy tale book and set it down on the table next to her. She looked up with sad eyes at Henry lying silently in his hospital bed.
"I hope you wake up soon."
Just then Henry's machine erupted with sound, beeping loudly in a fast pace. A sense of panic filled April's being as she watched in horror.
"Help!" She screamed, "Help! Dr. Whale please help!"
In less than a minute Dr. Whale dashed through the door with Mother Superior. They ran to Henry and checked on his machines.
"What happened?" The Doctor questioned while using his stethoscope on Henry.
"I-I don't know! The machine j-just started beeping all of a sudden!" April answered. "Is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know." Dr. Whale frowned and looked at Mother Superior. "Call Henry's mothers!"
To April it felt like time began to slow down. Dr. Whale and the nurses rushed around Henry's body, trying to find the problem. All April could do was watch from a corner helplessly. The heart rate monitor continued beeping for a few minutes until a dreadful silence filled the room. The machine showed nothing but a flatline across the screen, indicating the loss of brain activity.
Henry was gone.
"No…Henry…it can't be." April whispered to herself as she let the tears run down her face.
Henry was so young and bright, full of imagination and creativity; this shouldn't have happened to him. He had so much to live for, unlike April who just spent her days robotically working at her shop. If she could, she would take his place.
April tried her best to stop her sobbing once Regina and Emma walked through the doors, she should try to be strong for them. The looks on their faces could shatter anyone's heart. No parent should ever go through the pain of losing their child. It was easy to tell that both these mothers loved Henry immensely. Regina collapsed onto the arms of Dr. Whale crying. Emma, on the other hand, walked toward Henry while trying not to break down.
She parted his hair to the side and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I love you Henry."
From the kiss emerged a giant burst of light. The beam expanded through the room, passing through each person inside. The illumination made April feel warm and whole; she felt as though the wall that's been blocking a piece of her brain had finally been demolished. The magical glow continued to expand and encircle the whole town. It gave the citizens of Storybrooke back what they had been deprived of for 28 years.
Henry woke up and everyone's memories returned.