AN- I know what you are all thinking. An update? So soon? Yes. Another update. But don't get used to it. I have a bad track record for letting fics linger far too long. With that being said, enjoy it while it lasts.
Dashing Pirate Rescue
Chapter Five
They had been travelling on horseback for several hours and had put a fair amount of distance between them and the castle. He was just now starting to lose the sign behind the clouds and decided it was about time to find a suitable place to settle down for the night.
Killian used his keen instinct to suss out a place to make camp for the evening. He flared his nostrils, breathing in the air in an attempt to find the distinct scent of fresh water — a pirate was always aware of his surroundings and always knew where to find water. He pointed his head toward a familiar scent, galloping and following its potency beyond the tree line into the forest as the princess breathed softly into his chest in the throws of sleep.
The horse grinded to a halt, bucking back on its hind legs as he snapped his head to the right and the left to reevaluate the location of his intended destination. He felt her stir in his arms, the sudden jolt of the horse waking her slumber.
She groaned in aggravation, tilting her forehead against his chest in mild annoyance.
He felt her stirring in his arms and he lowered his head to see a grimace planted on her face, the coat having slipped from her hours ago now acting as a blanket. "Hold on, we're almost there." He promised before kicking his legs against the horse and leaning forward to press it onward with the reins. "Yah."
The horse broke out into a sprint, cutting through the thick foliage as he guided them further into the depths of the forest. His ears perked up to the sound of rushing water nearby and he rushed toward the source in full gallop. Killian held her tighter against him, steadying her as she shuttered in his arms. He felt the rush and exhilaration flow through him, his hair whipping in the wind as he neared the spot he intended to camp at.
He pulled on the reins tightly and the horse bucked, crying loudly as they grinded to a halt. "Whoa. Steady now." He patted the horse to ease it as it stomped on the ground.
Emma blinked rapidly as she poked her head out to take in her surroundings, her eyes adjusting to the vibrant greens and earthy browns. It was a sight to behold. How long had it been since she looked upon such a natural setting? She whirled around, sticking her neck out to see a large opening in the trees that provided plenty of shade.
"Ah. You're awake. I take it you had a pleasant slumber?" He inquired, the horse rocking underneath them.
She cast her eyes upward toward him to see his handsome face staring down at her, sweat dripping from his dark locks. "I managed well enough considering my inexperience in that particular area." She offered.
He shook his head, breaking out into a mystified grin. "I still can't wrap my head around it. Magic is a complicated and fickle bitch." He released his hold on the reins and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and it bounced back at odd angles.
He gritted his teeth, his limbs numb from the ride, as he slipped himself from the saddle and jumped down off the horse leaving her astride the majestic animal. He brushed his pant legs and approached the side of the horse, extending his hand out for her to take. "Allow me."
Emma held the coat to her body and accepted his hand to ease her down off the horse. She stumbled, still a little unbalanced on her feet, but was easily caught by a firm grasp of her waist.
"Steady there, love." He bent down to inspect her.
"I'm fine." She insisted in a clipped and prideful tone.
"I'm sorry milady…" He feigned a lack of offense. "I'm sorry to have troubled you with my presence." He raised his voice, catching her off guard.
She snapped her head in his direction, brushing the hair off her shoulders as she scowled at him. "For the last time… I don't need your help."
He shot her a skeptical look as he collected the reins of the horse and guided it toward a nearby tree to tie it in place. "You seem rather sure of yourself. Tell me, love…" He urged, walking toward her, crowding her with his body. "When was the last time you navigated well… anything? The last time you slept underneath the stars? The last time you went to bed with an empty belly?" He aggressed, his hot breath hitting her in the face as he spoke.
She blinked rapidly under his intimidating stare, her eyes wide as her mouth opened and closed without uttering a word.
"That's what I thought. You are good at running a kingdom. I'm good at navigation and survival. Just let me do what I do and I will have you back in the loving arms of your parents in no time." He told her, tilting his head slightly before venturing back the horse to unpack the supplies they would need for the night.
She closed his leather duster around herself, protecting her from the elements. She looked around the tall looming trees, their long limbs stretched across the sky to shield the forest from the rays of the sun that had long since disappeared.
"Here." He said, breaking her out of her trance. He strode over to her, clutching a large pack with a bed roll attached to it. "Take this." He shoved it into her hands.
She looked at him curiously and set her lips into a thin line. "What is this for?" She asked him.
"What do you think it's for?" He said flatly. "You said you could manage on your own so why don't you prove it by setting up the equipment." He gestured with his head toward the unoccupied land surrounded by a thick brush.
She narrowed her gaze in challenge and accepted the pack from his hands. "With pleasure."
"Good girl." He taunted, leaning forward in a veiled attempt to unnerve her. "I shall go fill these canteens." He turned back around, pulling the leather drinking apparatus from a small sack and taking off for the creek.
Emma plopped the pack down onto the ground with a thud, seething with his back turned to her as he disappeared into the forest. "Good girl." She mimicked his voice. "Insufferable pirate." She cringed, bending toward the bag to pull out its contents.
She wasted little time in setting up camp, sprawling out a large blanket that would serve as a rough form of shelter from the ground below. She unfurled the small bed roll, placing it on the blanket before retrieving a few blankets and a deflated feather pillow. "Great…" She muttered, inspecting the offending item that looked worse for wear.
She rolled her eyes and threw the pillow down near the bedroll and stomped over to a nearby rock to place herself upon it as she waited for his return.
He returned a few minutes later, the casks of water hanging loosely from his shoulder, his hands full of wood that would be used to build a fire. "Here you go." He deposited the firewood ceremoniously down next to the makeshift bedding. "See what you can do with that." He gestured to it before wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" She asked him in frustration.
"I thought you could take care of yourself." He pressed her, removing a cask of water from his shoulder to hand off to her. "Go on, take it." Killian urged, dangling it in front of her.
She seized it from him aggressively with a pout and moved to remove the stopper and place the opening to her mouth. She took a generous swig, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. She sighed in content, letting the water ease her thrust.
"Better?" He asked, glaring down at her.
"Much." She scoffed, shifting her head away from him to look at the wood scattered about the campsite. "Are you going to tell me what I'm supposed to do?" She looked back at him to see him pacing himself backwards away from her.
"Nope." He smirked. "I think someone of your keen intellect is more than capable of handling it." He drew out the syllable as he backed away slowly before turning around.
"Wait. Where are you going?" She shouted after him in panic.
"To find us something to eat!" He yelled back, waving his hand in the air.
She exhaled, her body vibrating with annoyance as she surveyed the firewood in front of her trying to figure out how to arrange it.
It had been several minutes since Killian had left and she was starting to worry. She placed her hand at the small of her back, arching into it to ease some of the tension moving the wood had made on her back. She wiped the sweat from her brow and bowed her head, cursing to herself. "Bloody pirate."
She had spent enough time with him already that she was even starting to mimic his quaint mannerisms. She rubbed her hands over her face for allowing him to get under her skin. She understood she had been trapped in a tower for seven years without human contact but she hadn't expected the pirate to influence her vocabulary.
She pinched the bridge of her nose in aggravation, huffing before grabbing the hem of her shift dress to give her room to maneuver through the campside and through the treeline to search for the pirate that had all but abandoned her.
She pushed through the brush, groaning as the material of her dressing gown snagged on a branch. "Ugh." She wrinkled her face in frustration, tugging on her dress to release it from the branch's grasp. "Come on." She continued to tug and paused, closing her eyes, as she heard an audible rip.
"Why?" She grimaced, bringing the material up to inspect the damage. Sure enough there was a fresh whole near the bottom. "Great. Just great." She loosened her grasp on the hem of her dress, rubbing her dirty palms against her dress, which was now covered in dirt.
Emma wasn't exactly the outdoors type — he had managed to get the part right — the perceptive bastard. "Stupidinfernalcockyheadedfilthypirate." She grumbled as she trudged through the forest until she reached a clearing. She braced her arms out to stop herself from falling, her toes resting against the edge of a rock formation overlooking a grandiose waterfall pulsing into a pool below.
She collected herself and stepped back a few paces until she felt the soft moss at her feet. She sighed in wonderment, inhaling the overwhelming scene of the water as it cascaded into the natural creek a few yards underneath her. The sound of the water pounding against the rocks rushed through her ears, roaring with raw power as it hit its final destination. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sound of rushing water, allowing its serene quality wash over her.
She spread her arms like a bird, stepping toward the edge to allow the moisture wafting off the steady stream to cool her face. It was invigorating — freeing as the droplets of water hit her sweat soaked skin. A smile crept to her lips as she spun around, her blonde hair flapping lightly in the wind as she turned, releasing a childlike giggle from her throat.
She staggered as she slowed down her movements, landing on wobbly feet, panting with exuberant glee. Taking her skirt in her hand, she skipped down the winding grassy pathway that led below. She couldn't wait to sink her toes into the water and-
The thought died in her mind, her mouth agasp by what she found waiting for her on the other end. She watched intently at the ripples in the water at the sweeping motions created by the lean muscles flexing as they stroked through the water. There was something oddly graceful as he used his toned arms to glide across the water — there was no fear or consideration in the way he swam against the current of the waterfall.
She stood stoically like a voyeur, entranced by the faint splashes he made as his arms connected with the water. Emma looked on, her mouth parted in curiosity as the sheer material of her dress danced in the wind, by how beautiful and comfortable he looked in the natural habitat. There was an ease and a familiarity as he moved about the creek.
She inhaled sharply, leaning forward as he slipped below the depths of the water only to emerge several seconds later, droplets of water beading down the length of his back, littered with healed over scars. She noted the way his muscles stretched as he ran his hands through his wet locks, pushing them from his forehead before dipping his hands back into the water to splash his face.
Killian took in a gulp of air, his head bowed forward as he rubbed his hands down his face, letting the water drip from the facial hair lining his jaw. His features split into a knowing grin as he scrubbed his hand down his mouth, settling at his chin, acutely aware of her presence behind him.
"Are you just going to stand there watching or are you going to join me?" He called over his shoulder, his body bobbing up and down in the water to give her a generous view of the defined dip of his hips and the dimples residing on his lower back that gave way to the swell of his backside.
She gasped in shock, his words breaking her out of her reverie. She turned around, her hands curling into fists at her sides as her cheeks heated with the knowledge that he was naked under the water. Of course he was naked — he was always naked. She heard a splash of water behind her and she turned around to see him facing her, an arrogant grin plastered on his face.
She couldn't help but stare at his dark chest hair clinging to his wet skin and the water rolling down from his long lashes resting above his hypnotic blue eyes — eyes with specks of color that mirrored the hue of the water surrounding him. She tugged her lower lip into her mouth, her arms crossed over her chest as she fidgeted under his gaze.
"There is no need to stand on ceremony." He told her with a suggestive glint in his eye. Killian waded in the water toward her, the water level lowering as he steadily approached her.
"Stop!" She said, averting her gaze before he could be fully exposed to her. She waved her hand about, her eyes screwed shut to erase the image of his shaft swaying against his abdomen as he climbed into the shallow end of the water.
"You know I really don't mind if you'd rather watch." He curled his mouth into a teasing smirk. "I do enjoy a captive audience." His eyes flitted closed and opened, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"No." She argued, frowning. "It's not that."
"Then I fail to see the issue here." He backed up until his waist was submerged in the water.
"Idontknowhowtoswim." She muttered softly with nervous anxiousness, her head bent down and tucked into her clavicle.
"What?" He raised a curious eyebrow in her direction, unable to make out a single word she said. "What was that? I couldn't hear you!" He called out from across the pond, cupping his ear as he strained to hear her.
"I said I can't swim." She finally said.
"What?" He circled his arms in the water, swimming toward her.
"I said I can't swim!" She shouted. "There. Satisfied?" She awkwardly stroked the moss underneath her foot, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Not in the slightest." He shook his head, brushing the water around him to stay afloat.
"I thought you of all people would want to gloat at the fact I can't swim." She kicked her foot lazily.
"Well, you thought wrong." He rolled his shoulders to relieve some of the tension in his back. "It doesn't bring me any comfort to know that you don't know how to swim." He told her earnestly. "I don't make a habit of bringing people aboard my ship without at least a basic instruction on how to keep from drowning." He deadpanned.
He waded toward her, pushing the water away from him as he gradually rounded her. "And it just so happens that I am an excellent teacher."
"Of course you are." She gave him a thin unimpressed smile.
"Come now darling." He encouraged, gesturing toward himself with his arms.
"Fine." She gritted out. "If you insist."
"Oh. I insist." He rolled his head in her direction
"Turn around." She signaled him by circling her finger.
"Still on this, are we? I know every inch of you. Privy to the sounds you make when you come for me. The taste of your lovely cunt fucking against my mouth." He said, his voice dripping with unadulterated lust. "I think we are little beyond formalities, love."
"You are- ugh." She screamed in frustration, whirling around so her back was toward him. "If I have to change in front of you I'd rather not have to witness you gawking at me." She grabbed the hem of her shift, raising it over her legs.
"I don't gawk darling." He defended. "I am merely appreciating the female form." He muttered from behind her, staring intently, his mouth ajar as the fabric brushed the sensuous curve of her backside and up the length of her spine. Killian swiped the pad of his thumb across his lips, swaying in the water as the last vestiges of her modesty escaped the confines of her shift and she was standing beautifully naked in front of him.
With a drawn out sigh, she swept her long hair over her shoulder and turned timidly to face him.
He failed to hide the lecherous look captured in the blues of his eyes as he took in her breathtaking beauty. She was devastating in her stance, completely unaware of the effect her nudity had on him. She stood before him, her hands delicately resting on the creamy skin of her bare thighs. He trailed over the arch of her hips, her lean torso, the exquisite nest of blonde curls covering her sex. Lastly, he took in the gentle swell of her breasts stretching across her chest, her nipples pucking under the slight chill in the air just aching for the touch of his mouth.
What a prize — and she was all his.
"Come here, love." He held out his arms, beckoning her forward. He watched, entranced as she picked up her legs and slowly lowered herself down into the water.
She shuddered at the feel of the water piercing her skin, wrapping her in its unforgiving embrace. She tried to balance herself in the water, using her arms in a motion that imitated his earlier movements. She nodded toward him, looking to him for some much needed encouragement.
"Yeah. That's good." He offered, barely able to concentrate on the task at hand because of the distracting way the water lapped at her breasts.
"My eyes are up here, pirate." She lowered her gaze, finding his to ease it up and off her breasts. "Killian, focus." She snapped him out of his lustful thoughts by slapping the water to get his attention.
"Mhm." He bit his lower lip. "Right. Swimming." He reminded himself, he guided himself toward her, swimming around her to situate himself behind her.
He stood behind her, the water lashing out against their skin as he wound his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, their wet bodies colliding with one another. He gripped her waist firmly, pressing his erection against her backside as he took her hand in his.
She leaned into his chest, a small sigh escaping her lips as she placed her head in the cradle of his neck. She watched captivated as he drew their twined hands up and out of the water in a graceful motion and loosened his grip, silently urging her to place her palm flat against his.
Killian nuzzled her hair with his cheek, letting her hair brush against his pale skin. "Stay with me and do what I do." He told her, his voice low and sultry.
She followed his arm as he coaxed it inward and curled it outward in a movement meant to push the water away from her. She smiled, as they repeated the action, each pass of their outstretched arms helping with her confidence.
"You want to do this with both your arms to propel yourself forward." He instructed, a smile gathering on his lips that mirrored her own.
She watched enamored by the swell and grace of the movement as he lowered them back into the water to push and pull the water around them. She closed her eyes at their proximity, a contented sigh tumbling from her lips as she fell into the elegant sweep of his arms in the water.
"You have to treat the water with respect. She can be cruel and dangerous, turning on you in an instant." He said huskily, his eyes trained toward the water in front of them as their arms danced together with a practiced ease. "Do you think you have it?" He breathed out, his eyes finding hers, his stare seeping into hers, the intensity in his eyes enough to do her in.
"Yeah." She whispered longingly.
"Let the water guide you and she won't betray you." He let go of her waist slowly, backing away to give her space to test the waters.
She tentatively spread her arms out, arching them forward, her feet kicking underneath her unsteadily. She turned around, a panicked expression written all over her face. "It's not working."
"That's because you are overwhelmed. You need to relax." He nodded. "Bring your legs together and then kick outward, arching yourself forward with your arms." He told her.
She did as she was told, a little shaky on her delivery and imperfectly executed but it wasn't half bad. "And if I want to go faster?" She asked from over her shoulder, hovering in the water.
"Make larger circles with your arms like a propeller, one rapidly after another, the same for your legs." He said before lowering his body further into the water to demonstrate.
Her eyes followed his movements intently as he passed her and placed himself in front of her, a fair distance away that would force her to step out of her comfort zone. "Do you trust me?"
"No really." She let out a long breath, weighing her odds of success.
"Look at me. You can do this. I won't let anything happen to you." He assured her. "Emma, I've got you." He held out one of his arms and motioned for her to swim over to him.
Emma closed her eyes, collecting herself before exhaling and began to press her chest forward, letting her arms push her forward. She bared her teeth, determined to kick and stretch her arms out against the water.
"There you go, love. That's it." He praised, slowly moving backward to distance himself from her. "Keep going. You can do it."
She pressed her lips together, keeping up the momentum, vaguely aware that the distance between them wasn't changing. He was testing her. She huffed, the water filling her mouth and nose as she continued on, her movements getting restless the closer she got. She closed her eyes, kicking rapidly, the water splashing upwards until she felt a grip on her arm pulling her inward.
She opened her eyes to see him peering down at her, his face shining with joy — was he actually proud of her?
He gathered her in his arms, his palms resting in the center of her back as he maneuvered them underneath the waterfall, soaking them.
She gasped under the pounding spray of the water, her mouth opening as he pushed her into a cavernous nook that tapered off into a thick wall of sediment. "I did it." She stammered, relieved that she had managed to do it without drowning. She shook her head in disbelieving glee, swelling with pride in her newfound abilities.
Killian captured her face, stroking her jaw, his thumb brushing against her cheek as his shoulders rose and fell with his shallow breathing.
She tilted her head upward, her eyes locking with hers, his alluring deep blue stare seeping into hers stealing the breath from her lungs. Her heart hammered in her chest as he trailed his hand to the back of her neck, his fingers threading into her wet lock, humming at the sensation he was creating against her. Her breathing hitched in her throat at the touch of his fingers against her scalp, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched herself against his skin.
"Beautiful." He commented breathlessly before closing the distance between them and lowering his mouth to hers.
She gasped into his mouth, their bodies bobbing in the water as she wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase. She could feel the soft slant of his lips against hers as he swirled them around in the water, the water lapping at their skin.
She could hear the thrumming of her beating heart against the roar of the waterfall overhead, could feel the desire and longing in his kiss bruising her lips. She whimpered into his mouth, his lips hot and heavy against hers.
He swept her up into his arms, dragging her out of the water, his arm pressed against her back as he canted his head, chasing her lips with his own. He guided them over to the bed of hollowed out rock that supported the waterfall overhead, walking them backwards until her back collided with it.
She leaned into his mouth with a contented sigh, her hands sliding against the wet ridges of his back. She rocked forward against the flowing water, her heaving breasts pressing against his chest, their limbs a tangled mess below the water. She could feel his desire for her press eagerly against her thigh, a groan emanating from his throat as he lifted her leg by the back of her knee and hooked it over his lower back.
He devoured her mouth avidly, swallowing her heady moans as he angled himself to nestle his cock against her warm center. He felt her sharp intake of breath against his lips, her lower lip quivering as she retracted herself from his mouth, a dazed expression behind her blissful hooded eyes.
"Wha-" She blinked up at him capriciously, the words dying in her throat, effectively silencing her when he fused his lips to hers.
His thrall was inescapable, drawing her in and refusing to let go. There was something attentive in the compulsion of his kiss, sealing his lips over hers with undue promise. With her leg locked around his waist, she placed her wet palm against his chest, accepting his kiss in equal fervor, his tongue pressing against the seam of her lips emanding entrance.
She raked her fingers against the dark wet curls lining his sculpted chest drawing a hiss from his lips before darting his tongue into her mouth sensually. A strong hand flew past her head, slapping the wall behind them as she relished the warm desperation of his tongue in her mouth.
She whimpered at the loss of contact, his lips caressing her damp skin as he buried his head into the crook of her neck.
He traced his lips across her shoulder, his tongue sweeping up the beads of moisture on her skin. She cupped the back of his head, holding him in place as pressed hot wet kisses across her clavicle, stopping to dip his tongue into the hollow of her neck. She keened at the sensation, scratching his scalp as she wriggled under his worshipping touch.
He slipped down her skin, his lustful eyes darting upward to revel in the utterly shattered look on her face as she gave into her pleasure. He smirked against her skin at the effect he was having on her, nuzzling his nose into the valley of her bosom as he snaked his tongue against her overly sensitive flesh appreciatively.
She released a sharp intake of breath at the feel of his warm breath against her nipple and she arched expectantly, silently begging for his attention. Her mouth parted as his mouth closed over the puckered bud, suckling gently, lightly scraping his teeth against it before swirling his tongue over the slightly abused flesh.
He released her nipple with a wet pop, enjoying the feeling of her fingers scratching the back of his head as he lowered his head to her other breast, lashing his tongue against the erect peak before taking it into his mouth. He caressed the swell of her breast as he teased her nipple into submission.
She was absolutely lost in the wanton sensations he was creating against her body. She threw her head back in pleasure, a wave of moisture flowing between her thighs longing to be utilized, her core aching to be filled. "Killian…" She whined, her body tingling with need due to his expert ministrations.
"Not finished." He murmured hotly against her, unwilling to part from the precious rounded flesh of her chest.
The sound of his voice verberated through her skin and she pulled desperately at the small hairs at the back of his neck as she felt the gentle scrap of his jaw against her breast. "Killian…" Her words came out in a breathy sigh, her head tilting from side to side under his explorative touch. "Please." She panted. "Please make the ache go away."
His lips glided across her chest, gathering the drops of moisture with his tongue along the way, tasing the sweetness of her creamy skin. His knuckles brushed against the skin of her arm, delighting in the way she shivered against him. "Do you need me, love?" He taunted, his mouth reluctantly parting from her naked skin.
"Please." She scraped her nails against his scalp in shameful desperation.
"Do you need me inside you?" He smirked humorously, his eyes blown wide with lust, boring into hers. "Give me one good reason why I should." He watched her struggling as he brushed his knuckles against her flushed cheek. His hand slid down her leg slowly, torturing her into surrender, a pleasing grin teasing his lips as she bucked against him eagerly.
"Is it because only I can do this to you?" He rasped. "Answer me love." He prompted her, urging her to meet his hedonistic stare. "Do you want to come?" He tried again.
"Yes…" She sobbed, melting underneath him, unable to refuse him any longer.
"Then let me hear you say it." He craned his neck tauntingly.
"Say what?" She shook in his arms in anticipation.
"Say that you want this pirate's cock buried deep inside you — filling you with my come as you fall apart around me." He crooned sensually.
She moaned, frowning at how helpless she was under his inescapable thrall. "I need you inside me." She drawled out breathlessly, her face flushing with shame.
"If the lady insists." He relented, tugging her against him until her body was flush with his, the head of his cock teasing her opening. "Are you sure, love?" He asked again, his eyes flashing mischievously.
She took her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it with her teeth as she nodded expectantly.
"Hold on tight." He cautioned her as he guided himself inside her tight wet heat with a hiss, her body enveloping him snuggly as he stretched and filled her to the hilt. He let out a torturous moan at the feeling of her deliciously wrapped around him, her cunt relentlessly fluttering around his length.
Her nails dug into the pliant flesh of his back as she cried out, his cock buried tightly inside her making her feel unbearably full.
He lowered his head to her neck, panting against her skin as he pulled himself out of her silky depths only to plunge back in a single thrust. He opened his mouth, stifling his moans of pleasure against her shoulder as he began to build a slow languid pace inside her, losing himself in the feeling of him dragging against her innermost walls.
Emma tossed her head back, crushing it against the wall as she twisted her palm back against it to roll herself against him, moving on instinct alone.
It hadn't been like this the first time — this time was different.
She closed her eyes in rapture as she wrapped her another leg around his waist, the water splashing against the movements of their joined bodies. She curled her around across his upper bag, drawing him out of her before lowering herself down onto his cock — the new angle stirring something inside her.
"Gods, lass." He groaned, his head lolling against her neck as she began to slowly bounce up and down, impaling herself on his cock in search of the feeling he knew was simmering just below the surface. "Just like that. Fuck, just like that. Bloody marvelous around me." He stammered huskily as she rode his cock, snapping his hips upward to meet each thrust of her body against his.
He watched amorously as she sought her pleasure, a paragon of newfound passion gracing her exquisite features. She was an absolute vision as she fucked herself against him, accepting him deep inside her. He brushed her hair that had fallen from her face and forced her to meet his enraptured gaze. "Perfect." He uttered as her face contorted in ecstasy.
He stroked his cock up into her, undulating his hips as he felt the tell-tale signs of his release building up inside him. "Let go darling." He pressed his forehead against hers.
Emma staggered her thrusts at the sound of his words beckoning her to come for him but she refused his request, stubbornly holding on to her control.
"Fall with me." He pleaded, cupping her face gently in the safety of his hand. "Fall…" He whispered passionately with a calm demand.
She felt the pleasure coil tightly in her belly as she continued to meet his purposeful strokes, his shaft gliding hotly inside her as she grinded herself against him with increasing need. She didn't want to fall — she couldn't allow herself to fall — refused to give in to him — to temptation — because she knew that the moment she let him in she would be helpless to let him go.
The water sloshed around them at the force of their desperate movements against one another as he pumped himself vigorously inside her — the erotic sounds of their wet bodies slapping together invading the air around them.
"Emma please. I need to feel you coming around me." He wrinkled his face in anguish, his nose grazing hers.
She slowed herself as tears gathered in her eyes at the sound of his strangled pleas.
"Look at me. I want to watch you." He held the back of her neck so he could watch her, his eyes smoldering hungerly. "I need to watch you." He amended, his eyes luring her in like a predator to its prey.
She sobbed with need, as her muscles tightened around him, her walls rippling as her orgasm washed over her.
"Stunning." Was the last word that tumbled from his lips as her release sparked his own. He drove his hips into her with a maddening pace, the sensation of her gripping him inside her sending him slumping forward as he emptied himself inside her. "Fuck." He breathed out in exhaustion.
Emma winced as she forced him out of her, unwilling to keep him inside her any longer than necessary in fear that she would grow dependent on the feel of him pulsing inside her. She frowned at the loss of contact, the empty feeling washing over her as she panted hard and lowered herself back into the water.
"You alright, love?" He asked, searching her face with concern, an expression of devotion on his face that seemed to rattle and unnerve her.
She averted her gaze sheepishly, a pained look on her face as she rounded him, stretching her arms and breaking out into a desperate swim in an attempt to escape him.
"Emma!" He whirled around, calling after her. "Emma, wait!" He yelled to no avail. Killian made a split decision, diving down into the cold depths of the water, his arms expertly cutting through the water, easily able to hold his breath until he surfaced.
She jolted slightly at his presence, looking over his shoulder, frowning at his ability to travel so quickly in the water.
"Please don't be cross with me." He urged, his chin jutting out as he rubbed his hand over his face. "Just tell me what I did wrong." He pleaded with her, placing his arm out to grasp her shoulder to still her.
"You. It's you. You're what's wrong." She confessed in aggravation. "Your presence. Your snarky comments and your just overall existence. Just everything about you irks me." She expressed, her voice raising in frustration.
"Well." He stretched his face in shock. "I know I'm not your favorite person but I'd like to think we were getting along…"
"You thought wrong." She deadpanned, walking on the bottom of the pond, her shoulder brushing his as she passed him in her sudden retreat.
He turned his head toward her, craning his neck, watching idly as she slowly emerged from the water and on to grassy knoll to collect her clothing.
She stared down at the gauzy fabric pooled at her feet as thick droplets of water rolled off her hair. She could hear him creep up behind her but paid him no mind as he went over to his clothing and began to throw it back on, the material hugging his body.
He watched her curiously, breathing heavily in silent thought, her words still lingering in his ears. He bent down, picking up a blanket that he had brought with him for himself and walked toward her with it. He flapped the material into the air, loosening it from its fold and wrapped it around her trembling body.
She begrudgingly accepted the blanket, huffing as she tugged it closer to her body.
"A 'thank you' would be nice. But I wouldn't want to cause you any additional suffering at my expense." He seethed, his words dripping with offense as he tugged on his leather pants, shimmying them up his legs and fastening them at his hips.
"You mentioned something about food." She spoke, her back turned against him as she used the blanket to wipe herself clean.
"Aye that." He came to stand in front of her, watching as she the ends of her hair. "Catch of the day." He held up a net with a few fish trapped inside.
"You?" She said skeptically. "You fished?"
"Pirate!" He acknowledged tensely, holding the net above his head to emphasize his point. He sighed, shaking his head. "You know, I'm clearly not wanted here. I'll meet you back at camp, your majesty" He raised his hands in a dramatic fashion and lowered himself into a graceful bow.
He shoved the net over his back gruffly and trudged away from the creek, making his way back to camp to leave her to her own devices.
Once he was out of sight she let the tears slide down her face as she gathered her shift dress, bunching it up so that she could push her arms through it. She sniffled, pushing the material over her head so that it flowed down to rest just above her ankles.
She breathed in deeply, her shoulders sagging as she rubbed her red tear-streaked face. The last thing she wanted is for him to see her so weak and vulnerable. Her hand flew to the locked secured around her neck, stroking it with the bad of her thumb, closing her eyes, more tears gathering in her emerald depths.
This was all wrong — this wasn't at all how things were supposed to go.
When she finally managed to reach their campsite she was surprised to see that he had already made a fire and was already roasting the fresh fish over the open flame.
"I was just about to come looking for you." He glanced over her before turning his attention back to the fish skewered onto the end of a twig, the flames licking up his skin casting a warm shadow over his face.
"I'm sorry if I worried you." She apologized earnestly, tilting her head awkwardly as she rubbed the skin of her arm.
"Well…" He leaned back, gathering more brush to throw on the fire to keep it going. "I'm glad to see you're done berating me." He glowered.
"I would hardly call that berating…" She walked around the fire and slid herself onto a rock he had positioned near the fire.
"It is all the same to me, love." He watched the fish as it was singed by the flames, a small plume of smoke rising up from it.
"It's not." She argued, fixing her skirt. "You'd think a pirate would know that."
"What the devil is that supposed to mean?" He cocked an eyebrow, pulling the cooked fish from the burning fire and blowing out the lingering embers.
"You know exactly what I'm referring to. I may have been locked in a tower for several years but I'm well aware of the reputation a pirate carries with him." She stated matter of factly.
"Well, why don't you delight me in the tales that you know." He waved his arm around, urging her to humor him.
"Pirates are two-faced. Arrogant. Selfish. Lascivious. Disrespecting. Dastardly. Deranged." She listed off a few adjectives.
"I'm going to stop you right there. Well I enjoy the grammar lesson… I fail to see your point." He leaned in over the fire to warm himself, his arms resting against his upper legs, a smug grin on his face.
"What I'm saying is that you live up to the stereotype." She replied flatly.
"Says the woman who just begged me to fuck her." He bit back in retort. "You don't exactly meet the royalty gold standard." He commented without remorse. "That's the thing with your royals. You think everyone is obsessed with you when the truth of the matter is you are loathed by anything and anyone." He directed his anger toward her unflinchingly. "You are nothing but a stuck up spoiled princess who has done nothing but be a royal pain in my arse since the moment we met."
Killian caught himself before he could go further, his face dropping as he watched the troubled expression that washed over her.
"I didn't realize that you felt that way about me…" She said timidly.
"Well…" He contemplated an apology but at the last moment decided against it. "Now you know."
She curled her lip, nodding her chin toward the fire in a veiled attempt to calm herself.
"Here." He shoved a cooked fish in her direction. "You should eat something." He suggested.
"Thank you." She accepted it, turning it over in her hand, vaguely disgusted by its eyes still staring back at her.
They ate in silence for several minutes, Killian beside himself as he watched her ravenously devour her third fish. "You know." He said between bites and swallowed before opening his mouth to speak again. "You should really slow down. You are going to give yourself a stomach ache." He warned her.
She looked up at him from her fish, the juice of its meat dripping carelessly down her chin as she coveted her prize. "You know what… you try being locked in a tower for seven years and we will just see how hungry you are."
He threw his hands up in surrender, validating her point without any biting comments to the contrary and resumed his meal.
"I'm sorry…" She whispered.
"You're going to have to be more specific." He chewed brazenly, his lack of manners grossly apparent.
"For giving you such a hard time… not appearing grateful. Despite everything that has transpired I am thankful for you coming to rescue me." She told him sincerely.
"Well I appreciate the thanks… finally." He added for good measure.
They slipped back into an awkward silence for a few more minutes before she gathered the courage to once again break it. "I saw your back." She stated.
"I've seen yours too if you remember correctly." He reminded her, flashing her a toothy grin, trying to avoid the uncomfortable topic of conversation.
"You know what I mean." She glared at him in annoyance.
"I'm afraid I don't. Why don't you enlighten me."
"Your back… it was covered in scars." She remembered the lashes littered across his upper back. "What happened?" She asked him in rapt curiosity.
"I'm a pirate. Pirates have many scars. Sort of comes with the territory." He supplied casually, leaning in to push the brush around with a stick to control the intensity of the flame.
"No. This was different." She insisted.
"Oh, so you're an expert on scars now?" He fidgeted in agitation. "You know you're rather bold and presumptuous." He got up from the rock he was sitting on, striding over to her and placed himself at her feet. "I'm tired. We should rest. We will start again early tomorrow." He told her, taking her half eaten fish and thrust it callously into the fire.
"But I'm not finished!" She pouted in protest.
"Yes." He acknowledged. "But I am." He said, reaching for his canteen and pouring it over the fire, plunging the campsite into total darkness. "Goodnight princess."