Chapter 53: Acceptance

Her Captain threaded his fingers deeper into her hair, gently scratching her scalp… she kind of fell backwards into him, making him laugh and she started giggling when he nuzzled into her neck. The little Dalek nipped that turn on spot of hers and she arched slightly while pushing his right hand into between her legs without realizing it.

He removed his hand only to slide it into her jeans until he found what he was looking for. His left hand slid under her shirt to fondle her breast and she started panting.

"Damn it, Killian. We don't have time for another round." She snapped breathlessly.

He simply smirked against the skin of her neck and the intensity of his actions increased. Shit, shit, shit...she was gonna cum and she did, her body arching as she pushed against his chest before collapsing into his waiting arms, her face flushed and breathing heavily.

"Nice try, sweetie, but I still want to know why you love my hair so much." She stated once her breathing had slowed.

His left hand returned to her hair while he rinsed the other in the stream before it too returned to her hair.

"I do love your hair, love; long, full, soft. In the sunlight, it shined like it was on fire and in the shade, it shimmered like spilt blood bathed in moonlight. It even has a gentle wave like the surface of the ocean.

As you know, I've had countless women charmed into my bed, but that was just a means to an end. I wanted to feel alive again, to feel anything at all. It felt so wrong to be that way...like something had ripped out my core but then I saw you and everything changed.

I knew in an instant that you were mine… something I only just now realized. You called to me on so many levels. I'm still having trouble sorting out the how and when...so many questions and so few answers.

All the right curves in all the right places." He explained demonstrating exactly what he meant as he gently rubbed her body with his hands before returning to her hair,

"Your hair… I just wanted to touch it. So soft...its actually rather relaxing running my hands through your hair. A particular trait we both share apparently. I don't know how to explain it. Honestly, I'm terrible with words. That's why I let my actions speak for me."

The ginger removed herself from his embrace so she could turn around and sit in between his legs, wrapping her own around him. He watched her every movement with curious eyes. She turned her attention to his hair, lifting her hands to touch it but stopped.

He frowned in confusion, wondering why she had stopped. She met his gaze and comprehension flickered through his eyes. He reached up with his own hands and gently pushed hers into his hair, her eyes filling with tears as she smiled at him. She leaned closer to him and threaded her fingers deeper into his hair.

She saw his eyes close, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She gently massaged his scalp and he actually groaned...in pleasure. Oooh...this wasn't an instant relax for him as it was for her. It was a turn on and judging by how hard he was getting down below, it was a highly effective one at that.

She decided to torment him a little bit by rocking her lower half in time with her fingers and his breathing became faster. She scratched at his scalp and his hands tightened on her hips, making her grind against him harder. She smirked as she added a slight spark of her magic to her fingers and he pulled her fully against him, his arms wrapping tightly around her.

"Damn it, wench. I'm trying very hard to not rip off your clothes." He informed his pulse racing and she could feel it throbbing through his member.

"The only clothes that need to come off are your pants." She replied threading her magically charged fingers into his hair again.

"Artz…" He started breathlessly as all his muscles tightened in an effort to stay in control.

She felt a blast of pride flood her system, loving how he had dragged out her name...speaking and practically moaning at the same time. He wanted her...he wanted her so badly. She could feel his desire as if it was her own and she started the gentle rocking motion again, feeling his body shudder from his growing pleasure.

Damn, this was just so fucking empowering. She was causing this, making him come undone from such simple actions. The infamous Killian Jones, the notorious Captain of the Jolly Roger...was completely at her mercy.

"I'm curious, Killian." She started practically purring his name into his ear.

"You can do whatever you wish, love, but you've got to help me...please." He begged his voice shaking from his need for a release.

She moved away from him and he reluctantly let her go. Once separated, she could see the pain on his face. She glanced down and saw why. He had a raging hard on. It was so stiff and erect that his pants could barely contain it. She looked back up at him and she smirked, his oceanic eyes shifting to the mirrored obsidian she loved so much.

She crawled over to him and slowly, deliberately so, undid the fastenings and slid the fabric out of the way, his member shooting upwards. Whoa...he was a lot harder than the last time she had been this close. She simply stared for several moments before he suddenly pushed her closer to his groin.

She pushed back up and he growled in frustration. She reached out with a single finger and sent a spark of magic into his sword. He actually fell backwards as his member started ejecting a steady stream for a few seconds. He was breathing heavily but he was still insanely hard.

Wow...she really got him turned up, didn't she? She decided to be kind considering she could actually feel how much pain his erection was causing him and sadly their time alone was running out. Instead of doing a simple hand job, she went full throttle which caused her captain to let out a yelp of intense pleasure. This could take a while.