Well. It's been almost two years since the last chapter but I'm finally finishing this story! I have loved writing this so so much, it's brought me so much joy over the years. I started writing it when I was 12, and finished it at 17. It's been such a pleasure to receive comments and kudos from people, especially the loyal readers that stuck with me even when I hadn't updated for over 6 months. Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy this final chapter.
After dancing well into the night, and watching many of the crew fall asleep on deck due to the intoxicating mixture of good food, excitement, and alcohol, Jenna and Hook decided it was time to retire to their cabin.
"You know, I find myself rather pleased that I agreed to this." James commented as they walked up the stairs together, Jenna's hand perched atop his hook.
"Me too. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun." In fact, Jenna found that she couldn't remember much of anything from her old life, but she didn't wish to dwell on it at that moment, not when the night sky was so clear and the stars reflected in the Captain's eyes.
Hook hummed in agreement, holding the door open for Jenna to walk through. She curtseyed with a playful smile, waiting for him to close it behind him before she backed him up against the wood.
"Now..." She said quietly, fisting her hands in the lapels of his coat.
"It appears you have me right where you want me, Miss Lois." Hook murmured, as she pushed the fabric from his broad shoulders.
"So it does." She replied, her fingers making their way to his collar, where they began to untie his cravat. She was hindered, however, when Hook decided he would rather kiss than get undressed.
"Impatient." He slurred against her lips, causing her to laugh incredulously.
"Says you!" Jenna replied indignantly, pushing him hard into the door at his back.
He grunted in response, holding his hook away so as not to damage Jenna's dress. "I think," he said in between kisses, "we should relocate."
"Alright." Though neither made any immediate move to do so.
Eventually they did begin to slowly manoeuvre over to the bed, trying not to walk into the bookcases on the way. Upon reaching the four-poster, Jenna pushed Hook down onto it, climbing up and straddling his waist once he'd shifted further up the bed.
Jenna ran her hands across his chest, fingers sliding under his deep purple waistcoat and further still, slipping between the laces on his shirt.
"First things first." Hook said, pushing up into a sitting position so that he could unscrew the metal from his wrist, leaning over to place it carefully on his bedside table. "We certainly don't want any bloody accidents ruining our fun now, do we?"
"Definitely not." Jenna agreed, unbuttoning the waistcoat and tossing it behind her when he shifted it off. "Arms up!" She instructed, Hook obeying so that she could pull his shirt over his head and throw that, too, to join the growing accumulation of clothes scattered around the room. "May I?" She asked, gesturing to his harness, and he nodded silently, piercing eyes following her hands as she unbuckled it.
Hook stretched out his arm and massaged the feeling back into it, the muscles shifting beneath tanned skin and the dusting of dark hair.
Jenna pushed him to lay back down, humming in satisfaction at having the Captain half-naked beneath her.
"Beautiful." She said reverently, gazing at the way his black curls splayed across the pillows, shaping his handsome face and sharp blue eyes, which were focussed entirely on her.
"It is a heady feeling, Jenna, having you admire me so." Hook said, his hand resting at her waist, holding her gently.
She leaned down and kissed the despondent look from his face, smoothing tresses of hair from his cheeks.
"As magnificent as you look in this dress, I think we should get you out of it." Hook smirked then, his hand reaching around Jenna's back to undo the buttons.
"Good luck with that." She snorted in reply, bunching up the skirts in her arms and dropping them unceremoniously into their laps.
He smiled, popping the buttons all the way down her back. "We have all the time in the world." He said, contentment evident in the relaxed line of his shoulders and the gentleness of his eyes.
"I didn't really think this through." Jenna sighed, sounding decidedly put out as she climbed off the bed and sat at the end of it. She pulled off her boots with considerable effort, and said, "I am glad I didn't wear the corset; this is hard enough as it is." She huffed once she was stood, hands on hips. Then she looked at James expectantly, "It was a two-person job to get it on, it's going to be a two-person job to get it off."
Jenna laughed when Hook eagerly moved to her side, helping her lift the top layer of the dress over her head. It was a struggle, but they managed, pulling it off in a fit of giggles. Well, Jenna was laughing at least; Hook was too busy unlacing the underskirt, nimble fingers pulling apart the strands in seconds. He also had no objection to helping her shimmy out of the skirt, kneeling in front of her, his hand squeezing the back of her thigh.
Jenna most definitely did not squeak when he pressed his face into the bare skin of her midriff, mouthing at the soft flesh, his curls tickling her sides. She placed a hand atop his head, petting the soft strands. "Come on." She urged eventually, lifting his chin to face her and guiding him to stand.
"Lay down for me, my dear." Hook took charge this time, taking off his boots and breeches when Jenna did as he suggested, leaving him in just a pair of knee length underwear, nothing akin to such garments of Jenna's era. He joined her on the bed and crawled over her, bracketing her smaller body between his strong legs, leaning over her to kiss her eager lips. His hand snaked around her back to the clasp on her bra as he kissed her deeper.
"You wear too many layers." She commented, toying with the buttons on his underwear.
"Says the woman with this ridiculous clasp on her infuriating undergarments!" He complained, as he was entirely unable to unclasp her bra.
Jenna laughed into his shoulder, pushing him back to give her space to sit up. "Don't worry, most men can't undo it either, and they've got two hands to do it with." She unclasped it with practised ease, tossing that too onto the floor.
Hook scooped her up into his arms with a growl, causing Jenna to wrap her legs around his waist and let him grace her neck with open-mouthed kisses, giggling when he passed a ticklish spot, and digging her heels into his back when he returned to it just to evoke her reaction. Laying her back down atop the bedsheets, Hook trailed kisses further down her chest, stopping when he came to a pink, peaked nipple, gusting his hot breath over it.
"Oh for fuck- go on!" Jenna urged him, "I can feel you're hard through your pants, so I don't know what you're waiting for!"
He smirked when he took the hard little nub into his mouth, sucking brazenly and thumbing the other as Jenna pushed her chest into the contact, her encouragements coming out light and breathy. "Yes, James, keep- ah," She stuttered, breath hitching when he pinched one, grinning hungrily as he watched his ministrations.
"So lovely, my sweet girl..." He muttered, lavishing as much attention on the right as he did on the left, only relenting when Jenna began to keen for more.
"Get- get," She began, trying to organise her scattered thoughts. She scowled when Hook seemed only too pleased to see that he had managed to discombobulate her, prompting a rumbling chuckle from the man.
"What's that face for, my dear? I do so wish you would smile for me." He said in mock-sympathy.
"Get your bloody pants off and come here!" She laughed, having managed to recover from his wicked teasing. She watched in anticipation as he removed them, following the trail of black hair down from his navel to where his cock hung hard and heavy between his thighs. "God, you're something to write home about." She muttered to herself, though Hook caught the quiet words and looked perplexed.
"If you wished to send letters you need only have asked... Though I'm not sure why you would be telling your relatives about me in such an intimate manner."
"James, no," Jenna laughed, "it's just an expression! God, could you imagine?"
"I don't think I want to..." He mused, stretching out beside her. "Lets take down your hair." He suggested, and Jenna agreed contentedly, both of them sitting up so that he could untie her braids, her mousy tresses falling about her shoulders. Hook hummed into the side of her neck, arms wrapping around her, embracing her. "You smell delicious..." He murmured, holding her tight, her back pressed against his front.
Jenna giggled again when he peppered kissed onto her shoulder, moving down her arm, across her chest. He manoeuvred around her so that he was in front of her, facing her, and gently urged her to lay back onto the pillows.
"Now..." Hook said, voice pitched low and rough, looking all too self-satisfied for Jenna's liking.
And then the lanterns went out.
Jenna burst into peals of laughter, unsurprised that the world would be conspiring against them. "When did you light them?" She asked, grasping for him in the pitch darkness. "And why on earth did you close the shutters on the portholes?"
"I don't recall, perhaps before we set sail?" He replied distractedly, as he had crawled over her and was now attempting to cover every inch of exposed skin with kisses.
"Calm down there, Captain." Jenna teased, wriggling out of his grip and stretching across to reach for the bedside table. She eventually managed to find the drawer, rummaging around inside before exclaiming, "Aha!" once she had her hands on the matchbox. She rolled back over and struck a match, "Stop it you; I'll set your bloody hair on fire if you're not careful."
This elicited a hearty chuckle from Hook, who was in fact in the process of pulling her underwear down and off her legs.
Jenna tried to focus on relighting the lamp, she truly did, but it was terribly difficult a task when she had a large hand squeezing her thigh, and questing lips kissing a path down her back. She abandoned the now burnt out match with a huff, and then abandoned Hook on the bed in favour of making her precarious way over to the windows, unlatching the shutters and opening them wide. Hazy shafts of pale moonlight filtered across the room, casting James in a silvery, ethereal light.
Jenna sighed wistfully at the sight of him, such an impossibly dominating presence, and yet so vulnerable, bare and waiting for her. His scars were particularly visible now, almost glistening, illuminated as they were in the lunar glow.
"That's better, hm?" She said, rejoining him on the bed, and this time intent on staying there.
"I suppose..." He conceded, "You do look rather beautiful in this light." She ducked her head at the compliment, but he tilted her chin and met her lips in a kiss, sweet and chaste, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "I feel as though I have waited an eternity for this."
Jenna smiled, "Then stop waiting."
If her thoughts were at all coherent in that moment, Jenna would have questioned why she ever worried that Hook would be too concerned with his own pleasure to take care of hers, but with his head between her thighs and Jenna fast approaching her third orgasm, she could barely string together anything that wasn't a repetitive mantra of James James James.
Her fingers clenched where they were entwined in his hair and the bedsheets, back arched, cheeks flushed, breath coming fast and light. Hook pushed her legs further apart when they threatened to close, trailing kisses along her inner thighs. He nipped at the soft skin, breathing deeply and letting out a rumbling moan. He raised his head to look up at Jenna, a self-satisfied smile teasing at the corner of his lips. "You taste just as delicious as you smell."
Jenna exhaled shakily, her body all alight with endorphins. "Get up here." Hook complied readily, moving up her body in tantalising caresses, reaching her eager mouth and kissing her soundly, Jenna tasting herself on his tongue.
"Can I have you, my beauty?" Hook asked against her skin, the cadence of his voice so deep and dark, retaining its cultured quality yet. Jenna wondered how a voice managed to be so proper and yet so sinful all at once, though she knew it had all to do with the man it belonged to. She shivered at his words, jittery with anticipation when he whispered filthily in her ear. "Wholly, fully, let me possess you. I want it, Jenna, oh how I want you. The need to feel you around me is as strong as the pull in my lungs to breathe, my dear."
"Yes yes yes, James, yes." Jenna replied wholeheartedly, clasping his face in her hands and kissing him again. She hooked her leg around his hip, pressing them closer together.
Hook pushed himself up onto his elbows so that he was suspended above Jenna, and reached down, taking his cock in hand and giving it a few short, hard strokes before positioning at her entrance. He dropped his head as he began to push in, the intensity of the feeling making his breath ragged.
Jenna let out a half-moaned sigh, stroking her hand down his back, canting her hips once he was fully inside her. She used her other hand to brush aside the heavy locks of hair that had fallen across Hook's eyes, meeting those piercing blues and feeling them cut deep into her soul. "Ohh, James..." Was all she could manage, her voice breaking off when he pulled out slightly and thrust back in, his arms straining where they supported him.
"It's so much better than I imagined." He confessed, establishing a rhythm in the movement of his hips, bringing his knees underneath him to better thrust into Jenna.
"You're perfect," She replied immediately, "so good, so good. More, James." Jenna pulled him down for a kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist, keening into his mouth when he picked up the pace. "Fuck me, fuck me oh god James please!"
"What a filthy mouth..." Hook replied. His words suggested he disapproved, but the tone of his voice and the look on his face contradicted that notion entirely. "My wanton little minx, you are magnificent. God knows how I waited so long for this my dear, I will surely go mad knowing the feel of you now."
"Fuck, James, harder." Jenna implored, smiling insuppressibly at his words. "I've been going mad all this time! God, you don't know what it's like sleeping next to you every night, you're so beautiful." Jenna's heart broke at the way his eyes suddenly flitted across her face, searching frantically for any sign of insincerity, where they naturally found none. "And I know you don't see it, you don't believe me, but god I'm going to tell you again and again and again until you bloody well do, and then I'm going to carry on telling you because you deserve to know, and I love the way you look when your ego gets stroked, like you're god's bloody gift to the world-" Hook silenced her with another head-spinning kiss, angling his hips so that he hit that perfect spot on every thrust, eliciting a moan from Jenna every time skin hit skin. "Yes, right there, oh god James I'm so close!"
"You never bloody shut up do you?" He asked in mock anger, kneeling more upright and grasping her hip in his hand, "You're intoxicating; your smell, your taste, the feel of your hair, the softness of your skin, the tight heat of your cunt, lord! All I can think about is you, you are all encompassing!"
"And you say I can't be quiet!" Jenna laughed ecstatically, gasping and moaning between thrusts, her body writhing underneath him.
James leaned over her again, dragging his lips up her body and meeting her mouth in a messy junction of half-formed kisses and heavy, panting breaths. Jenna felt the building pleasure of her orgasm begin in the very core of her, the feeling growing and causing her to grasp onto her bed-partner tighter than before, and to say imploringly, "I'm going to- Ah, James!- I'm going to come, don't you dare stop now!"
Hook grinned down at her, immensely pleased at her words, "Believe me, I have absolutely no intention of stopping." He assured her, once again taking her mouth in a searing kiss.
Hook's thrusts became erratic as he put more force behind them, fast approaching completion himself, and Jenna's grip tightened where she held the Captain's shoulder and the back of his neck, her fingers flexing against the strong muscle. "I cannot hold on much longer my dear, surely you will be my undoing." He gasped out.
Then, for the first time in their ardent coupling, both partners fell silent, entirely lost for words at the intense feeling that overcame them. Jenna's back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over her, rolling through her body. She willed her eyes to stay open, if only to see Hook at this shared moment of ecstasy. Hook himself finally let go, succumbing to the feeling and shuddering in his release, grasping onto Jenna with a new desperation. His eyes shuttered closed and he dug his palm into the bedding to stop himself from collapsing atop Jenna, instead rolling over and falling to the side of her.
When Jenna had recovered enough strength and composure to open her eyes- though she was not sure when exactly she had let them close- she turned her head to gaze at the man laying next to her. They lay, skin damp with sweat, minds hazy in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, their chests rising and falling as they caught their breath.
Jenna let out a satisfied sigh and flopped her arm onto Hook's front, stroking across his skin, making him start when she brushed a nipple. "Ooh, sensitive." She commented, then burst into giggles. Hook's response was a deep hum, and he turned his body to face Jenna.
"Please, enough, no more!" He feigned begging with a smile, "Though if you are not satisfied I am willing to aid you further..." The smile turned into a smirk as he ran his hand down the front of her body, Jenna catching it in her own just before it reached it's goal. She entwined their fingers together and brought them up to her lips to place a kiss upon their clasped hands.
"No, no, I am. I really am." She assured him with a laugh. "You're... talented, to say the least."
"Mmm, you know exactly what to say to stroke this old man's ego." He replied.
"James, you're not old. Though, spending too much time with a twelve year old will make you feel that way, I'm sure!"
Hook groaned and grimaced in disgust, rolling again onto his back, "Ohhh, may we not speak of him now?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's not the time or place." Jenna laughed again, pressing closer so that her head rested upon his chest, and she could place an arm comfortably around his body. "Mmm, what time is it?" She asked in between a large yawn.
Hook gave her a pointed look. "Jenna, I do not own any clocks; they all tick."
"You should get yourself a sundial or something." She suggested, not entirely seriously.
"The cabin doesn't get enough light for that I think." He replied, in complete seriousness.
Jenna hummed humorously to herself at his response, "Yeah, yeah, you're right."
Hook narrowed his eyes at her, "Oh, you were joshing; I see." He said, feigning offence and shifting away from her on the bed, "I am glad your amusement comes so keenly at my personal expense."
Jenna laughed and moved closer again, placing a kiss against his shoulder. "You shouldn't take yourself so seriously James."
"I couldn't possibly do that; I have a reputation to uphold." He pouted.
"Not with me you don't."
Hook gave her another calculating look, as though he couldn't quite believe this girl had convinced him to show such a level of vulnerability. "Hmm. I do suppose your words have some merit."
"Lots of merit, actually."
"That too."
Jenna glanced away for a scarce moment. "I love you."
Hook swallowed. "I... find that I return the sentiment wholeheartedly."
"'I love you too,' would've done fine." Jenna smiled at Hook.
He took a moment to respond, gathering her closer to him as though he needed the reassurance that she was really there. "I did not think myself capable of that particular emotion anymore. So. Thank you for proving me otherwise, Jenna. I..." Hook paused again, taking a steadying breath, "I love you."
Jenna willed back the tears that threatened to spill, feeling them well suddenly in her eyes as she gazed up at the man that filled her heart so completely. "Let's sleep, love." She suggested, climbing under the eider, letting Hook acclimatise to the new pet-name.
"I rather like that you know." He murmured against her skin once they were settled again, "It says that are not ashamed to call me your love. That is something of a novel concept for me."
Jenna sighed at yet another aspect of Hook's was revealed to her, and once again it seemed rather tragic to her. "Then I'll make sure to call you it as often as I can. Because I love you." Jenna grinned then, feeling a rush of joy at being able to say it, "I love you I love you I love you." She felt Hook's heartbeat speed up in his chest at her words.
"Mmm, time for sleep I think." He reiterated, shifting further down into the sheets. Jenna followed, closing her eyes in contentment.
They both then drifted off to sleep, perfectly, finally, happy in each other's arms.