A fun smutty prompt by Angelfan984, though it turned a bit more feelsy than I expected. I hope you like it, darling!
Rated: M
How she had ended up here, she had no clue. Her and Hook had separated from the gang to find water and firewood, and that had led them - somehow - to this beautiful, calm lagoon. Hook had told her about it, the only place where mermaids couldn't come, where Pan couldn't even get close too. The only area not affected by all the poisonous influences from Pan and the other evil inhabiting the island.
Emma was in agreement. Where the entire island was pressingly humid, the lagoon and its surroundings were pleasantly warm. Birds were chirping happily, instead of insistently like they did everywhere else. Emma had the feeling she could breathe again for the first time in weeks. The water was cool to the touch and soon Emma had stripped off her clothes and had submerged herself in the water. It felt amazing, to be really cool once more. All the other streams and waters they had found over the past few weeks had been lukewarm, and it had to be boiled thrice before Hook trusted it to be drinkable. Not this water. She gulped it down like a woman dying of thirst, and it cleared her head immensely. She could think.
And then he slid into the water as well, everything stripped away, even his hook. Emma felt the blood rise to her cheeks, because holy shit he was naked and so was she and they shouldn't tempt themselves like this. "Oh, that's better, isn't it, love?" Hook said with a shit-eating grin as he leaned against the rocks to her right. Emma managed to hide herself behind some liana and other flora, but through the green and colourful plants, she could see him clearly.
She couldn't deny his beauty and his sex-appeal. He had never looked more relaxed than he did now, the water obviously doing the same wonders for him as it did for her. His chest was above the water's surface, and a trail of just enough jet-black chest hair disappeared below it, leaving her to guess (and yearning to know) what was at the end of it. His hair was damp from when he'd submerged himself completely (oh God, had he seen her under water?) and Emma ached to run her hands through those black tresses.
God, Emma, what has gotten into you? she thought to herself. She'd thought her more than impure thoughts of him had ceased, but here she was, wondering how it would be if she swam up to him right now and just let go for once.
"You don't have to hide, darling." Hook drawled, and Emma nearly jumped out of her skin.
"On the contrary, Hook. I do. You have no right to see me like this." Though I want you to. She shook her head.
"Come on, love. Why hide that gorgeous body of yours? You have no reason to." Emma scoffed under her breath, her mind already going through possible retorts as she looked down. The rippling of the water distorted her body a bit, but she knew she was good looking. Sexy, at least, as many a man had told her before. But nobody had ever called her gorgeous. "Unless you don't know you're bloody gorgeous." Emma bit back a scream as she whirled around, her arms automatically covering up her private parts. He'd somehow managed to sneak up behind her, and now they were face to face, both clad in nothing but what they were born with. Emma had to constantly drag her eyes away from him, for they were wandering dangerously low.
"Don't do that!" she scolded.
He tilted his head, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip and God damn it that did things to her. "You don't, do you?" he asked quietly.
"Don't what?" Emma asked, backing up to create some much needed space lest she jump him right here, right now.
"Think you're gorgeous." Hook said with a gesture at her body.
"Hook, I..."
He swam closer quickly, backing her completely against a formation of rocks. Emma couldn't tear her eyes away from his if she tried. Somehow, they were bluer than ever, and filled with something distinctly not Hook, something she couldn't quite place. "Emma, trust me when I say that you are beautiful." he whispered. "And if I wasn't such a gentleman, I would've shown you a long time ago just how beautiful I think you are."
Emma's throat tightened at his words. No one had ever spoken so gently and with so much feeling to her, and no one had ever told her she was beautiful. "How - " her voice caught in her throat and she had to clear it to continue (come on, Emma, get your act together). "How would you have done that?" she asked, her voice smaller than she would've liked.
"Are you asking me to show you?" Hook asked, looking directly into her eyes and not using any of his charming tricks. And she saw. Suddenly, it was like everything cleared up, the clouds disappeared and the sun began to shine down on her. It was so abundantly clear now. All his heroic acts, his 180 turn to the right side, it was all because of her. And he would never do anything against her wishes, which was why he was still on touching her, or kissing her, even though she was helpless and had absolutely no defence against him if he would right now. Captain Hook might have seized that chance (although she knew nothing about the old Hook), but the man standing in front of her was not him anymore.
She looked him straight in the eye so that he had absolutely no doubt of her answer and whispered, "Yes. I am asking you to show me how beautiful you think I am." She dropped her arms away.
Hook - no, Killian - gulped, but moved closer still, his gaze not wavering from her eyes, even though he could rake his eyes over her entire body right now. It surprised her that he didn't. He raised his hand to her face and touched her cheek lightly, his fingers tangling in her hair softly. Emma's breath caught. She had never imagined him to be so gentle (because, yes, okay? She had imagined...things). "Emma..." he whispered, and she'd never heard her name sound so good before. Then he had his lips pressed against hers, more passionate and loving than she had ever hoped or imagined. Emma's arms came up around his neck, and her eyes fluttered shut as his lips coaxed hers apart gently, his tongue coming out to play with hers. "Gods, Emma." he groaned, and then his arms came around her waist, pulling her up against him, everything heating up instantly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, to push herself against him as flush as possible. He felt amazing against her sensitive skin, too sensitive thanks to the coolness of the lagoon. "Emma, you have no idea what you do to me, all day, every day." he said, nipping at her lips insistently. His stump pressed her upper body against his, and he felt amazing. She let her hands roam down his chest like she'd wanted to earlier, tangling her fingers through his chest hair and exploring the hard planes of his stomach. His breath hitched in his throat and their kiss stopped for a moment, they pulled away just enough to look at each other with laboured breath. His blue eyes were brighter than ever, and there was a smile threatening in the corners of his mouth, but he was holding back. It wasn't until she smiled at him, giving him the all-clear, that the smile broke through, and then he had his hand tangled in her hair and he was kissing her again. His thumb, the only finger not busy with her hair, stroked the side of her face gently, and Emma had to admit that she hadn't felt so cherished before. How could Captain Freaking Hook make her feel that?
Emma kissed back fervently, her walls tumbling down without preamble, because here he was, the one constant in her life, the only one that came back for her, the only one you couldn't leave her. And he was holding her so close as if he was scared she would leave. "Hook, please." she whispered against his lips, their breaths mingling in the minimal space between them. "Please." She never begged. Anyone. For anything. But she was in a desperate need that only he could sate, and she wanted him so bad.
"Can I, love? May I show you how beautiful you are?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, you can, you may, please, Hook."
He smirked. "Alright then, darling." His fingers trailed down her neck, exploring her body like she was made of the most fragile china. Like she was the most precious thing in the entire world. "Gods, you're so gorgeous, look at you." He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin, and Emma couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. His fingers went lower, and lower, until they were right where she wanted them, teasing through her folds. "The water is masking it, but I'm willing to bet my good hand on it that you're absolutely soaked. Aren't you, love?" His thumb teased her clit and her body jerked a bit. Judging by the ball of lust brewing in the pit of her stomach, she really was soaking wet. "Tell me, love." he whispered, his eyes lifting back to hers and she found herself compelled to keep looking. "Have you thought of this? Have you lain in your bed at night, pleasuring yourself, thinking about what I could do to you?" His lips descended on hers to swallow the moan that tore from her throat.
Truth was that she had. So many times. "Hook..." she moaned.
"Answer me, love." he urged, pressing harder into her, making her gasp.
"Yes!" she blurted out, her head falling against the rocks behind her. "Yes, I have! God, Hook, please, you drive me insane!"
He smirked, that stupid cocky smirk of his. "Do I now?" He bent his fingers and the tips brushed her sensitive spot deep inside her, making her gasp. He smirked at having found that spot and brushed it again, and again, and again, relentlessly, until she came apart, screaming. "You look so beautiful when you come for me, darling."
"Only then?" she said, teasing and breathless.
He smirked. "Always, love." He pulled his fingers from her and wrapped his arm around her body, holding her tightly. "Ready for the real deal, darling?" he whispered.
The water was no longer doing anything to cool her skin; she had the feeling she was on fire. Her body was buzzing with the after effects of her orgasm, and her skin was flushed with heat and passion. "Please," she whispered, leaning in so that their lips were almost touching, "you couldn't handle it."
It's breath was hot on her skin. "Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it." he breathed, and it unraveled her. She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him to him, kissing him with all she had until he was breathless, and hard against her thigh. The time for talking was over now. Neither of them needed words to know what the other wanted. Hook lifted her up, positioning himself at her entrance, and with one nod from her, he thrust his hips up and he slid deep inside her. Emma arched her back, her throat constricting, because he was huge and it felt perfect. She began moving her hips against his, trying desperately to find a rhythm that suited them. He cursed when he slipped out of her, making Emma laugh. Like, really laugh. She hadn't laughed like that in a very long time, and he was doing that to her.
"Are you laughing at me, Swan?" Hook growled, but there was breathlessness in his voice that hinted at laughter, too.
"Maybe. What are you going to do about it?" she said defiantly.
Hook grinned, before slamming back in, waking her head drop on his shoulder with a moan. "We may be clumsy now, Princess, but I assure you, once we get used to each other, we'll be epic." he whispered.
"Epic, huh?" Emma panted. "You have a very high opinion of yourself."
"I have very good reasons to." he whispered, thrusting hard up inside of her, making her gasp and moan. Why oh why had she waited so long for this? She didn't see why she'd resisted this so long. It - he was amazing, and not selfish like she'd thought he would be. He made sure of her pleasure, too, made sure she came too.
"Killian..." Emma moaned as he thumbed her clit just hard enough for it to still be pleasurable. She moaned again when he stopped.
"What did you just call me?" he whispered.
Emma racked her brain trying to remember it through the haze of pure lust, and smiled. "Killian. I called you Killian. Because that is the man doing these amazing things to me right now. Killian Jones."
His lips captured hers instantly, and the kiss was hungry, passionate, as if he was unwilling to let her go. His hand continued to work on her clit, driving her to the edge with immense surety. He thrust into her, determined to get her there before he did, and Emma buried her face in his neck, unable to take anymore but wanting so much more, and she whispered his name, his real name, against his skin.
"Emma, oh Emma, you are so beautiful, I've always found you beautiful, please see it. See your own beauty, I can't bear you not seeing it."
Since when was he such a romantic? And since when was she affected by such cheesy lines? Normally, she'd scoff, and brush it off, but now, her entire body reacted to his words. Perhaps because she knew they were true. She could hear it, see it, feel it in her bones, that he was telling the absolute truth, or at least the truth as he knew it. "Killian..." she murmured, "please."
"Come for me, darling." he groaned as he hit the most sensitive spot deep inside over and over and over again until she was right there, whimpering and moaning into his ear. She needed to come. His fingers pressed down on her clit one more time and she came apart, screaming. Her head bumped against the rocks as her entire body turned to Jell-O. Killian slammed into her a couple more times before he too fell to pieces. She felt him, so deep inside her, but instead of being repulsed like she'd normally be, she felt sated and safe. Killian pressed his lips to her hair, breathing in her scent, his arms strongly around her. "You're the most amazing woman I have ever met." he whispered.
Emma leaned her head on his shoulder with a deep sigh. "What now?"
"Now, we go find your son." he said, stroking her wet hair. "And we get the hell out of here." She smiled at him. "And that's when the fun begins." he added, winking. Emma had to laugh despite herself. Slowly, they disentangled themselves from each other, and swam back to the edge the lagoon, where they redressed (which admittedly took a little longer than anticipated, seeing as they couldn't keep their hands off of each other).
"Killian, I - " she said, grabbing his arm and stopping him from starting the return trip. He turned back around and looked at her, his head tilted to the side in question. "Could we please keep this to ourselves?"
"Are you ashamed of me, Swan?" he teased.
Emma shook her head, moving into his arms without a moment's doubt. "Not at all. But my parents are going to freak. out. And I need them focused on the task." she explained.
Killian nodded, his eyes soft with understanding. "As you wish, love." he murmured, kissing her forehead again. It was strange, receiving such a gentle and loving gesture from him.
"You are nothing like I expected you to be when I first met you." she noted, her voice softer than she thought it would be.
"I trust that's a good thing, love?" he remarked dryly, earning him a sharp look.
"It is, actually." she quipped. "You're not so fearsome and cruel as you would like everyone to believe."
Killian licked his lips. "Perhaps not. But I am a pirate, lass."
"You take what you want."
He grinned mischievously. "Indeed I do."
"And now you've taken me." Emma continued with a smirk.
"Aye. And I've never wanted anything or anyone more than I've wanted you - I still do, I will always want you."
Emma blinked sudden tears away, and looked in the under direction to hide them from him. "Like I said. Not what I expected."
His fingers sneaked under her chin, tipping her head up to make her look at him. He studied her for a moment, before wiping away a stray tear on her cheek. "Apologies, lass. I don't want to put any pressure on you. Whatever you want, I'll go with it."
"I think I'm going to like you, Mr. Jones." she said, grinning.
His arms came around her again, and his lips descended on hers with sure passion. "Ready to face the real world again, love?" he asked when he broke away.
With him by her side, she was ready to face anything.
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