[A.N] Hey readers, sorry its been a while since I posted anything, sorry this post is really lenghty but it's also a transition chapter too so bear with the quickness.

"Hey, quit it!" I laugh out loud, the sound echoing off the walls of my room. I laugh at the masked figure above me. I shove him off chuckling before reaching out to my glass of water. The water is neither cold nor warm. I feel nothing. Ruthie. Wake up. He reaches out laughing, I jump up, "Hey, I'm going to get breakfast ready." He wraps his arms around me pulling me back onto the bed, snuggling closer to my neck, "Lets stay all day…" I wiggled under his arms, his masquerade mask shining red. Ruthie. "Take that mask off! You look ridiculous!" He grins widely, "Come on Jack take your silly mask off!"

The masked figure stops smiling and pulls away, "Jack? Who's Jack?" He pulls off the mask letting it fall, Black hair with red stripes. Intense dark eyes and copper skin peak from it. I'm not shocked but…pleased. "See, much better." I pull him towards me and we kiss. A toe curling, mind numbing kiss that makes me blink out. We pull apart just when he press his cold hand against my cheek, "Wake up Poppet."

I jerk up right, fully aware of Hook under me. He smirks under me, "Sleep well?" I grab the blanket and wrap it around me, off of Hook. He scoots behind me and kisses my exposed shoulder, "Ay, Poppet, You may not want ter accept it, but it was good." I scoff, "Good? Shit, it was fantastic." I feel his cheeks pull up into a smile; "Yes, extremely divine. Worth waiting for."

What am I doing? This is HOOK! Amazing- in- bed Hook. bloody hell. I'm a goner. Might as well… "Is your curiosity satisfied?" I almost purr. There's this heavy silence while Hook ponders this behind me. Suddenly a light peck on my shoulder, then on my neck before he whispers, "Hardly." Here it goes… "Well, it is bad form to leave such curiosities," I turn to straddle Hook's lap, reddening at the cheeks realizing we have no clothes and ignoring his smug grin, and I whisper into his ear "Unsatisfied." Before I can even pull my damn face back he grips the back of my knees and throws me off into the pillows jumping on top of me. I can't help but laugh loudly as he whispers roughly, "Yer going to feel me when ye move. Nay, ye going remember me every time ye," He then thrusts in suddenly making me arch my back in ecstasy, "breathe!" I wrap my legs and arms around him grinding upwards, "I better!"

Meanwhile outside…

"Rufio wake up the captain will ya?" Buckley commands listening to a joke Ronnie is saying. "How she get here anyway?" Rufio asked as he jumps down onto the deck landing slightly on his toes. Ronnie pauses to say, "Pixie dust or somethin' dunno. She came in golden mist of some sort. I think they call it, Dust Syndrome or Fairy Fantasy" There was a pause before "RONNIE YOU'RE POETIC!" yelled someone. Rufio chuckled as he trudged toward the door but upon knocking, Rufio jumps back overhearing, "Oh…Oh God!" Banging on walls and moans… that sort of deal. Rufio for the better of him, blushed brightly as the voice goes, "Oh…OH FUCK! Ah… God, James right there…there!" Burning, Rufio argues whether or not to knock. "So…GOOD!" I mean, sounds like they're finishing up… He thought to himself.

Rufio leaned in the door while he knocked, "Captain, tis' sunset." From within a slight angry groan followed by this giggle before murmurs, Hook replied, "SO? Can't te see I'm busy?"
Some loud shifting, "James! Go! Before…Uhhh…" The feminine voice said, her voice going off into this moan. For some reason, Rufio felt ties with that voice. It stirred something within him and caused him to flame up angrily in a jealous haze. More shifting and bed creaking when Hook barked out, "Go me ladie! Prepare the crew! We cast off in five!" Rufio nodded to himself before running up feeling confused. Ruthie? Her face popping into his mind.

I lay back on the tossed pillows, my left arm behind my head and the other lay at my side admiring Hook's muscled back as he leaned over the bed pulling on his boots. I was sore; completely sore but oh so satisfied. Hook looked over his shoulder, smirking, "You like what te see?" I bit down on my bottom lip smiling, "Hmm… maybe." He turned completely a mischievous look in his eye, "What? Are you not…" He crawled over to me, to kiss my belly, then my breast, my collar bone before looking up under his eyelashes, "Satisfied?" I drew my hand through his black locks looking back into his eyes.

"Oh, I'm satisfied alright… but I was just pondering something."

"Ah, Poppet, tell me ye thoughts," He leaned over me, kissing the swell of my breast before kissing my chin. My lips curve into my special smile, "You wanna know what a 'quicky' is?" He quirked a brow as I whispered it into his ear. His stubble ticked my cheek as he smiled. He gripped the back of my knee and unbuckled, growling, "Lets."

"Rufio! You land lubbing boy! Get the Captain!" Rogers barked at Rufio, causing the galley to fill with thunderous laughter. Someone barked, "Lady must be a good one!" They made snide and vulgar comments as Rufio stuffed the rest of his biscuit and ran up the steps back to the Captain's room.

"I'm going to break your hips!" Rufio backed away from the door hearing Hook yell so passionately. He got shivers at how the woman must feel. For that one moment, that strange nauseous feeling swelled within him as the moans of the woman inside were heard through the door.

Dark grey eyes and wavy hair filled Rufio's mind. Ruthie. Her name caused him to pause and smile, he couldn't wait till they anchored so he could go to the rock and have fates graces and see her again, as if nothing happened. That would make his day. He got her so much jewelry from Lottie's girls. She'll love it. Woman like gifts. Smee says so, it must be right. Rufio grinned, thinking of Ruthie. Lottie's girls weren't cutting it these days. Ruthie withdrawal.

"YO HOY!" Loud laughing and growls from Hook and the guest before, Rufio could hear, heavy breathing and whispering.

This be the perfect moment to talk, "Captain the sun is set-" The door suddenly opened as the looming figure of a tousled Hook slithered out. He smirked closing the door quickly behind him, obscuring the lad's view of the most likely satisfied guest. Hook knowingly knew that his poppet was this follies' old bed share but not anymore. Hook patted the poor fool's shoulder, "Ah, my lad. Let me escort my dear to the mainland."

Hook- I mean, James- was actually a romantic. He whispered sweet nothings that I craved, starved, after some mind blowing sex. I traced my fingers down his scarred arms and up to his stubby face. Suddenly,I went rigid all over the moment I heard his voice. "Captain the sun is set-" James was off me, fully clothed and outside. I immediately wrapped myself in the plush blankets. I looked around the room for my clothes: Bra hanging on a mantle, sweater… where?

Some murmuring and the door opened again.

I ducked under the sheet to have a large hand trace down my spine from over the blankets. "Poppet, as fun as tis been, we must be going." What the fuck? I lift the covers to glare at him, "Oh, I get it. I am just another lottie's girl." Hey, sure I started this whole sex sequence but I'm not some casual fuck! Yeah, yeah its impractical to find someone after a one night stand but after something this phenomenal, it's bound to start something right?

I gather up my clothes, pushing past the mouth gaping Hook. Finally sliding on my sweater I turn to Hook who sits back on the bed studying me. I ignore the illogical desire to jump his bones again. I cross my arms, "Well, Hook?" I snap, gesturing to the door. He smirks, shaking his head back and forth before lumbering over to me, wrapping his toned arms around me, pulling me close.

He whispers into my ear, "Poppet, poppet, poppet. Ye wrong, ye more than any girl. Tis' the greatest thing to me than buried treasure and the seven seas." He kisses me down my throat to my shoulder then to my palms. Regardless, they cause me to shiver in rapture.

I sigh and I muster a sarcastic, "How sweet."This was all too familiar… In that moment before Hook could reply IThere was this low drumming sound, increasing tempo again… FUCK. Every beat had a flashback. Jack, my boyfriend (like it applied anymore these days…? It is days right?) of us making sarcastic comments too each other while we lay in each other's arms. Jack making a snide comment at silly girls who hit on him. Jack and I talking in a sarcastic tone to each other in hilarious fights. The flashbacks were beginning to swell more and more into my head; the tempo of the percussions increasing till it was just chaotic bashing against my head.

I grip my head suddenly the bashing unbearable. I feel this burning all over my skin. "Poppet? Poppet! What yar be wrong poppet?" I can faintly recall Hook shaking me but his hands release me like they were bitten. SKIN IS BURNING! Its right when he lets go the bashing and burning abruptly subside, I remove my hands from my head exhausted and pained from the memory of the burn, everything sort of shiny looking, I glance up at Hook's bewildered eyes, "Poppet you're…" THE WORLD GOES BLACK

"Poppet you're…glowing."

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