Chapter 52: Starlit Chaos
He chose her over everything else. There were no words to describe the full depth of emotion she was feeling but she was pretty sure that her magic was expressing it for her.
Round two only lasted a little over two hours because they were both physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. She woke up before he did and boy was she confused, not understanding why she was naked out in the woods while staring at the stars overhead.
When she realized where she was, who she was with, and what they had been doing out in the open...she got dressed very quickly and started hyperventilating while sitting next to the stream. Holy shit! What the hell had she been thinking?! She had an almost stranger take her virginity in the middle of the fucking woods where anyone could have seen or heard them!
She could have had a bloody audience witnessing everything! She hadn't been quiet either! Sweet Menti Celesti, she had totally forgotten about the fucking ogres! She had sex in public, outdoors, in dangerous territory, with a possible audience...her mind went berserk.
Then all the things they had done together not once but twice had her blushing brighter than her hair. The way she had used him to sate her curiosity, practically torturing him with her magic and actions … the way he had slammed into her after the discovery of his second hand, it had her body heating up in anticipation and when he found that perfect spot… bloody hell!
All those memories and feelings and sensations were flooding her mind and her entire being became a fucking battleground of epic proportions. Her body was yearning for more, already preparing for another round. Her heart was pretty much singing and doing a fucking happy dance. Her mind, on the other hand, was totally and completely freaking out, her conscious self trying to assimilate everything.
She let out a squeak of surprise when Killian pulled her backwards and into his lap. When the hell did he wake up...fuck he was even dressed! How long had she been freaking out? He wrapped one arm around her waist so he could bring her right side fully to his chest and he used his other hand to caress her left cheek in a rather loving manner, making her blush even more.
"I was wondering when it was going to sink in. Up until now, you haven't acted like a typical virgin. I was becoming a bit concerned." He teased continuing to stroke her cheek, his ocean blue eyes vibrant with happiness.
She tried to speak but the longer he looked at her, the more aware she became of him. The arm that had initially been around her waist had moved up and his hand was actually cupping her breast. There was also a rather hard object pressing into her lower back and whenever it twitched, it sent shivers through her body.
She started hyperventilating again, her eyes going wide as her brain kept exploding and then the idiot discovered what she called the Insta-relax feature, her hair...specifically the sensation of someone running their fingers through her hair in a gentle and soothing manner.
The motion combined with the tenderness on his face, his eyes softening in understanding, she gradually calmed down. Even when she was fully calm, he kept up the motion. He even switched their positions slightly so that he could run both hands through her hair and if she had been a cat, she would have been purring insanely loudly.
"What is it about my hair that has you so fixated?" She finally asked in a vain attempt to stay awake.
"I could ask you the same question, love." He countered speaking softly into her ear and making her tremble as a result.
He did have a point, but her reasoning was pretty stupid...feeling his hair meant that he was letting her close, that he was allowing her to invade his personal space. She had always wanted to be able to do that with her boyfriend...when she actually had one but none of them had let her.
The fact that Killian Jones aka James Hook, Captain of the Jolly Roger, the infamous Scourge of the Sea, was allowing someone like her to be that close to him, to let her actually touch him in such a gentle yet intimate way...it made her want to cry...from happiness that is.
"It's silly." She said finally, her voice quiet.
"Tell me." He stated still brushing through her hair.
"It's something I always wanted to do… that letting me do that meant that you were letting me in…" She started struggling to find the words, "Your counterpart was a fair bit more...aloof, distant even...using innuendo and charm as a mask, never revealing what he truly felt until provoked.
You are very different from him. It surprised me. You weren't acting like him, like the man I knew. You're much more expressive and open yet logical and analytical. You acted like a mix between Poseidon and Hook, the third and fourth captains from my story. It doesn't make any sense."
"Admittedly, you're right. I was very much like you had described my counterpart… until I saw you. Then everything just… shifted. In a single day, I went from feeling like an empty shell with no zest for life to a man that was utterly obsessed with a mortal goddess and wanting very much to pin her to the nearest flat surface and fuck her senseless." He replied shocking her with his bluntness.
She thought about what he said...about how everything had shifted. It had been the same for her, even back in Storybrooke. She had flat out claimed Killian as hers. He was everything she wanted in a man and so much more. She wasn't kidding when she told Emma...plot be damned.