Just to set up an idea of what universe and timeline I'm using. This fic takes place after Neverland in which the kiss between Emma and Hook DID happen. I am writing as if Rumple never died therefore Baelfire never sacrificed himself to resurrect him, so he is very much alive and present in this fic. However, the whole thing with Rumple controlling Killian then trying to crush his heart leading to Rumple's banishment by Belle in episode 4X12 DOES happen and I will write about it. Basically, almost everything will stay the same and will take place in Storybrook after episode 4X12more or less, but everything that happened between Emma and Killian (i.e. their first date, traveling back in time together and essentially them falling for each other) does not happen as well as Pan's curse did not happen in my timeline for this fic. I hope this is detailed enough that it makes sense. If I left anything out, please let me know!
This is the 3rdtime that I re-upload this fic and I promise it's only to make your reading experience more enjoyable. I've been tweaking with the grammar and adding dialogue and descriptions here and there. When I first wrote this fic I was a very inexperienced writer, and well I'm still not perfect but I'd like to believe I'm a hell of a lot better now. I've added some NSFW content & fluff hehe because while I'm a pervert I also have feelings and appreciate uwu moments. Another disclaimer, if it wasn't obvious by the M rating this fic will have lots of sexual content basically in every chapter, so please please if you don't enjoy that then don't read it. Now final disclaimer because ugh its necessary…. this IS. Captain Beauty ship (which I've written in description) so that means they F**K. Why I like them together? I really don't know but they're just my favorite characters and I ship them together. This doesn't mean its anti-anyone else as I literally love all the OUaT characters.
Ok sorry I'm shutting up now, please review and let me know what you think :*
The cool air felt still. The sun had yet to fully set so the rays of yellow light only softly tickled the town. Mist from the nighttime was still present in the air covering everything from the grass to the cobblestone streets in a sheer coat of fog. It was her favorite time of day, it was before anyone started their daily routines. There was no noise and not a person in sight at first glance. Everyone was still in bed sound and snug. The town felt idle and isolated and for once, she felt one with the town. Like for once she belonged to the serene town she desperately wanted to assimilate into.
The seagulls gawked at each other on the sand fighting over a fish one of them had pulled out of the ocean by the docks. She smiled at the mundane activity. She often found herself stopping to appreciate the small things on her early morning jogs. Deers foraging through the woods looking for food for their young. Chipmunks scurrying through the trees in search for nuts or berries. Raccoons dumpster diving attempting to salvage something that was once considered trash. It was something she was attempting to incorporate into her daily routine to give her a peace of mind fresh in the morning. After all, it wasn't like she got much sleep at night anyways. Not after the past few weeks Belle had endured.
As her eyes scanned the docks her eyes couldn't help but venture off to the wooden bench directly in front of the pirate ship Killian Jones called his. There he was in all his glory plastered and half asleep. She couldn't help but sigh and stop. It was becoming a routine. Every day that she passed by this, she hoped even wished that the next morning he would be in a better place but he never was. Killian had been down in the dumps for weeks, maybe even months for all she knew. Truth be told, Belle should have had no reason to feel compelled to check up on him. After all, it's not like they were friends. As much as she wanted to go around the corner and ignore him like she did every day for the past few weeks, something inside her told her to stop. She couldn't bare someone feeling the same way she did. After all, she was an outsider just like him.
"You all right there Jones?" Belle asked hovering over him. His face looked startled as he regained animation.
"Leave me alone." Killian grumbled as he stood up.
"Killian you can't keep beating yourself up like this. I know how you're feeling, and this isn't the way to cope." Belle's soothing voice got his attention. She knew the pirate wasn't doing well with rejection. Especially not when he had to see the woman, he pledged his love for back in Neverland with the boy he partially raised and taught to be a pirate.
"Belle. I'm truly not in the mood for your irksome pep talks." His breath reeked of rum.
"This isn't healthy. You can talk to someone and get help." Her eyes lowered to the bottles of rum he had dropped on the pavement.
"I'm not talking to a bloody grasshopper."
"Well- what about me? You can consider me a friend?"
Killian scoffed at her comment. "Now why would the Dark One's wife ever consider me a friend?"
"Ex-wife." Belle spoke rather harshly her tone laced with anger. "or soon to be." Her mood shifted at that realization. The pain and hurt was still a fresh wound on her heart. She hadn't really had the chance to talk to anyone in town about it other than Archie in therapy, so it felt strange leaving her mouth. Her own father didn't even know. She could imagine the look on his face, smug and full of glee that she finally learned her lesson. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She rather suffer in silence.
"Ah- I remember. I recall you rather dashingly exiled him across the town line. Which I believe thanks are in order for preventing him from crushing my heart." Killian began. "Well love sorry but that does not make us friends. Don't know what I did to invoke that thought upon you." Killian gave her one last glance up and down before he started walking for the shore. He needed to get away from her and their conversation.
Belle got chills as the memory of Killian's face as his heart was about to be crushed played in the back of her mind. He didn't even look defeated, he just looked like he was ready for everything to be over. She could never forgive herself if she wouldn't have gotten to the clock tower in time. In the first place, it took everything out of her to finally admit and accept that Rumple had been playing her like a fiddle. That day was not only the day Killian almost died but her as well. She was miserable and torn up when she realized what she had to do. Exiling Rumple was an eternal hell, but when she saw Killian's heart about to be crushed, she knew it was necessary.
"Why do you do this?" She called after him as he walked. "Push everyone away from you."
"Why do you even care so much love, just let me be miserable alone." Killian's voice cracked under the pressure. He felt vulnerable. Humiliated even. Belle clearly could see through them. His back was still facing her, but he felt the burning sensation of her staring. She knew he was vulnerable.
"I care because I don't want to be miserable alone either." Belle felt repulsed by her own words and thoughts. She had been masking her pain through working long nights at the library. Ever since she defended Rumpelstiltskin through thick and thin, she lost a lot of friends. She made him her world and for that now she's alone. Everyone knew the darkness in him including her and somehow, she chose to stay every single time. This was her ultimate punishment. "You're not the only one who feels like an outsider in this land. Apparently, the Dark One's ex-wife gets the silent treatment just as much as you do."
"Ah this is what you are after then." Killian cocked an eyebrow suddenly aware that she was just as vulnerable as him. He turned to face her and walked slightly closer to her causing her breath to stiffen. The wicked look in his brilliantly blue eyes made her stomach curl. Last time he was this close to her he hit her upside her head knocking unconscious. He stood so close she could smell the rum on his breath with every word he spoke. "You just want to make your crocodile jealous and you thought his archenemy pathetic pirate would do the trick aye?"
"No! Killian that's not at all what I meant. How could you think that?" Belle's brows furrowed as she backed away feeling repulsed. How could he say that her? Sure, she couldn't deny this certain attraction she felt towards him, but who in town could? He was Captain Hook. And well she was the Dark One's ex-wife.
"You're an open book love. I know you find me irresistible." His eager grin struck a chord in her chest. Her first were balled and her forehead felt hot.
"Gods Killian you're so full of yourself. I just felt bad for you and you had to go turn this into something it wasn't. I'll stay out of your way from now on." Belle left in a rush leaving Killian to sulk in his own words.
Killian watched her walk away and analyzed the anger in her body language from when she yelled at him in his head. He somehow managed to piss off the sweetest woman in Storybrooke.
Later on that day Killian woke up with a pounding headache. It had been a while since he was completely inebriated. Sure, he was always drunk... but to the point where he forgets a whole day, that was rare. After Belle left him full of anger he decided to stop by the local bar and continue his pity party. All he could think about was how angry he was with Emma and Neal. No, it wasn't anger. Perhaps it was shame. He had never been so vulnerable with a woman and then she rejected him. She had kissed him, flirted with him, made him think he stood a chance with the savior. Who was he kidding? In the meantime, all he could do was hope for the best. Suddenly he remembered how horrible he had been to Belle.
"Bloody hell" he muttered to himself still lying in his cabin bed realizing he probably should apologize.
"Guess who" Killian said leaning against the entrance door to the library practically startling the brunette. The library looked a mess, boxes with books in them were scattered everywhere. Surprisingly, the place was even messier than when he was last in, and she had thrown book shelfs on him.
"Can I help you?" Belle rolled her eyes and tried to fixate her attention on the books she was organizing.
"What in the bloody hell happened here."
"My absence is what happened." Belle sighed annoyed that the pirate was still even there when she had too much work to do. It wasn't his fault she was feeling temperamental. It was her own. The library had been like a child to her when Rumple first bought it for her to spend her days. She remembered how the whole town came together to help her put the place together. Snow White, Ruby and even Rumple himself came together to give the town a library they deserved. However, with her absence after dealing with the storm that was her ex-husband, she took some days off, maybe even weeks. With nobody to run the shop the delivery man would just drop boxes after boxes of new book deliveries and the place kept getting looted even though it contained nothing of monetary value. She had never hated herself more than when she saw the library for the first time.
"Look, love I don't do this very often but I came to apologize. I didn't act very gentlemen like."
"Oh how chivalrous of you." Belle sighed as she continued labeling books on the shelf. Killian formed a pout only to cause her to laugh. "Killian you don't have to apologize, if that's what you believe you're attempting. I'm over it."
"So you don't want to see me on my knees, begging." His blue eyes widened as he attempted to give her a pout.
"No" She said firmly, as she put the final book from her stack away. "I was a bit harsh as well. I don't like what I said to you." She bit her lip.
"Aye. However, I believe it was I that started the argument in the first place when you were just trying to help."
"As I said Killian. I'm past it. Now if you don't mind I still have some work to do."
"Anything I could help with?"
"As if you'd know where anything in this library goes." Belle rolled her eyes without a care if he could see her or not.
"Who's to say a man can't try." Killian shrugged as he opened a box on a table with his hook and began rummaging through it. Alas at least the pirate served as a human box cutter.
"Hah- a man?" Belle stiffened a laugh as she investigated what he was doing.
"Ah this one's one of my favorites." He flipped through the pages as a smile grew on him.
"Melville?" She asked with a brow raised looking skeptical. Killian nodded still admiring the paperback triple decker novel. "That's rich. You truly are a cliché pirate." The first part she exhaled under her breath meanwhile Killian stared unwaveringly, unsure if he was being insulted or not.
"My you have a sharp tongue; I believe I'm beginning to like this library more and more." Belle couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous nature of her situation. She was first and foremost in awe that the Captain Hook even knew how to read, neither the less that he seemed to spark a certain interest in early American literature, but it was the mild flirtation that had her in tears of hysteria.
"Well I can see where I am not wanted." Killian muttered making haste to the door annoyed of her silence and the sound of books being put away on shelves.
"Finally you got the hint." Belle looked up as she was on her knees sorting through a box of old lore history books that needed transcribing. The hurt that flickered between her eyes gave her pause. "I'm only joking pirate; you are not the only one around here who can make jokes."
"You're something else Belle." He stopped in his tracks to turn back around and look at her. She winked at him and began to giggle at how taken off guard he was.
"Wait." Belle called to him just as he was about to make his exit. "If you ever need me I'm here Killian."
He nodded and then left without saying another word. He almost couldn't believe what he had just done. He apologized. It was unlike him. "I need a drink." Killian said aloud to himself as he walked down main street.
"Well I'll be damned. Out of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." Neal said smugly with an arm draped around Emma as she shifted uncomfortably realizing Neal was talking to Killian from across the bar.
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about? Is that another one of your realms so called references that you love?" Killian said harshly signaling the bar tender over. Maybe if he had more common sense he would've left the bar but just seeing Emma was enough to stay. Even if it meant seeing Emma and Neal all over each other.
"You've never seen Casablanca?" Emma said grabbing three shots from the bartender and handing one off to Killian. He took it reluctantly. "It's rum pirate. Thought you might enjoy it." She gleamed after tossing the shot down her throat. She looked beautiful. Her blonde hair was down just how he liked it and her laughter and smile was so genuine every time Neal made a joke.
"I have yet to find the time to catch up with this realms novelties, I'm afraid I have been quite busy with all the rescue missions and what not." Killian said with a sarcastic tone. It irked him how the two of them quickly forgot about him when just a few months ago, they were diving into danger together. The statement made both Emma and Neal uncomfortable, it was obvious in their eyes. He regretted the words once he said them. "Another round mate?" Killian said to the bartender after placing his glass shot on the bar top. What was he even doing here.
"The town feels so deserted without Gold huh?" Emma mentioned sensing the tension after their second shot.
"He deserved everything that happened to him." Neal commented. "I guess I should stop calling Belle my step mom then." He added the latter with a smile on his face.
"Please tell me you never called her that to her face." Emma's lips curled into a smile as she playfully pushed Neal.
"Yeah, she did not like that very much. Especially since technically we are around the same age." Neal joked. Emma laughed for reasons Killian will never understand. He hated the connection the two of them had. It was as if their energy was drawing them together. The look they had in each other's eyes, he knew it was love.
"Poor thing is probably traumatized over everything that's happened. I haven't seen her around town anywhere." Emma said with a worried look on her face,
"Say what you want about her, but she saw the good in my old man that not even I could. I think he loved her too but I guess it wasn't enough."
"I think everyone's shaken up over what Gold did to the town." Emma added suddenly remembering it was Killian who almost paid the price for Golds hunger for power.
"Speaking of that...Killian. I'm sorry. I know it's not the same as him apologizing, but on behalf of him being my dad I'm really sorry." Neal looked genuine. He hated that he hated him. Every time Killian saw Neal he either saw the crocodile or the face Emma made when she realized he was alive.
"It is not your burden to bury. But I appreciate it." Killian nodded in his direction.
Killian's eyes narrowed in on Emma. She seemed happy and for some reason he was miserable about it. He wanted to be happy for her, but instead he wanted more than anything to be happy withher. "Listen I should get going love." Killian placed his good hand on Emma's shoulder without thinking. "And it was nice seeing your Baelfire."
"I go by Neal now Hook and you know that." Neal gave him a stern look and the grip he used to hold his drink got even tighter.
Killian walked out of the bar without further conversation. He knew Neal hated being called Baelfire, just like how he knew seeing Emma for that long was hurting him. Finding an empty bench along the street, he decided to sit down and pull his flask out. Rum would never break his heart. It was his one true love.
"Just the man I was looking for." Neal said sitting down on the bench next to him about an hour later.
"Like I've said before Neal, I'm happy for the two of you. Now could you please leave me. I'm in the middle of something important" Killian took another swig from his flask and stared at it as he gulped it down.
"Emma is worried about you. All you do is drink and mope around town."
"To be fair I've always drank this much. I'm just not as productive in saving this town from whatever foes it has anymore. Guess that comes with the perks of not lusting after the Savior anymore."
"You could still always help out. We could use someone with your wits."
"Please Neal I'm not a child I don't need the compliments. I have better things to do than watch the two of you make googly eyes at each other."
"Ah. That's what this is about?"
"Thought that was a little obvious mate."
"Emma was never yours. She never loved you and you her for that matter. Why are you so upset?" Neal spoke harshly with an irritated tone. He looked shocked at his slip of the tongue. He had obviously said more than he cared to.
"That is indeed correct." Killian said as if realizing it himself. They were never in love, but Killian loved the idea of her. He felt as if she could save him. As if he wasn't beyond saving.
Neal spoke about how in love with Emma he was and how he promised to care for her, however to Killian it all sounded like gibberish. How could he be happy for her when he felt that Neal wasn't the one for her. Killian rose from the bench leaving Neal talking to himself.
"Hook. I am going to ask Emma to marry me. We want another child together." With those words spoken to his back, Killian felt undone. His knees felt weak and threatened to buckle underneath him. His heart stopped for a split second. It was really over. Emma was so far from his grasp and it was possible he knew it all along, but it wasn't until he heard Neil say those words that it truly hit him.
It was 1 in the morning when Killian turned up on Belle's front porch. He had never been there, but the home looked just how he imagined it would. All sorts of different flowers adorned her porch. Each individual pot was hand sculpted and seemed to tell its own story. He saw the lights on, indicating to him that she was awake. He knocked as softly as he could, still unsure of his intensions.
"Killian? What are you doing here its late?" Belle's cheeks flushed red at the sight of him. She griped her hand tighter on the soft pink silk robe she wore. Unintentionally his eyes deviated towards her exposed cleavage.
"Thought I would take you up on that offer." His voice cracked and Belle was quick to embrace him knowing a hurt man when she saw one. Her rose scent filled him. She had never seen the pirate looking so emotional, not even when he was at the brink of death. "Balefire and Emma are getting married." Killian muttered into her chest as her took comfort in her embrace. Suddenly all she wanted to do was take his mind off his worries.
Belle ushered Killian into her living room closing the door quickly behind her. She didn't exactly want her whole neighborhood knowing that Killain Jones was at her house at 1AM,
"Can I get you something to drink?" Belle motioned for him to sit on her couch. Killian chuckled as he examined the multitude of hand sewn throw pillows on the pink velvet couch before he brushed them aside.
"Anything that contains alcohol will do the job" She could tell he had already been drinking, his rugged appearance said it all. His black blouse under his leather pirate coat was undone and she could see patches of hair. He looked a mess.
"You look like you've already had a few too many." She eyeballed him up and down as he shrugged off her comment.
"Do you forget I am a pirate luv, alcohol flows through my veins."
"I couldn't forget because it's all you talk about." She quipped sarcastically glad to get a laugh out of him. "I might have some rum from the last time Will was here." Belle hurried to her kitchen that was adjacent to the living room. She could hear Killian getting comfortable in her living room as she opened her fridge to fetch the bottle.
"Will Scarlett?" Killian called out remembering his last encounter with that man. Killian beat him senseless outside of the very library Belle worked at all because he gave Emma a hard time when she was arresting him. The list of things he wouldn't do for Emma was very short if not nonexistent.
"Yes. That's correct. I don't think there are any other Will's in town."
"It's just odd, I never would've thought the two of you were pals."
"Well we aren't pals per say, but we did go out on a date the other day." Belle returned to her living room with a bottle of rum in hand and a glass. Killian reached out for the bottle leaving her holding the glass cup. His dark hair was grown much longer than he traditionally kept it however it still managed to swoop across his forehead in the same manner as before. The dark contrast of his 5-o clock shadow brought out his brilliantly piercing blue eyes. There was a drowsiness sweeping through his gaze. He stroked his chiseled jawline as he found himself staring at his now empty flask. He flashed his white teeth at her, gesturing for her to join him.
"I typically don't drink, but I suppose one drink couldn't hurt." Belle practically shuttered and spit up the drink as it burned her throat. When she said typically, she meant never. There was that brief moment when she was Lacey that she indulged frequently, however that was essentially a lifetime ago for her now.
"You alright there love?" Killian raised his eyebrows at her disagreement to the rum. He watched her carefully, observant as always.
"Not really." Her soft blue eyes brooded staring down at the wooden floor. She felt relief finally speaking to someone about it. Killian's eyes widened at the statement seemingly unaware of how to respond. "Oh. You meant with the rum, didn't you?" Belle couldn't help but laugh. He sensed her discomfort and struggled how to change the conversation.
"Did the date go well?" Killian couldn't help but pry. He typically wasn't one to engage in someone's personal life but he couldn't help but wonder how someone like Belle would ever date a lowlife like Will. At least with Rumple he had magic and eloquence, but Will was just a simple thief and not even a very good one.
"What do you think." She revealed a devilish grin.
"I take that as a no."
"It wasn't even Will. The whole notion of dating if so foreign to me that I'm awfully terrible at it."
"You? Bad at dating? Nonsense, there is no way someone as beautiful as you could fail at such a mundane task." Belle blushed and looked away at his comment. Belle looked at herself every day in the morning when she got ready, but she never saw beauty as much as people told her she was.
"I just never thought I would have to do this again. When I fell in love with Rumple, I just assumed my story was done and the words happy ever after would float in the sky. But then he became only more bitter and manipulative when we got married. I thought he had changed." She stopped when she realized she was rambling. "I'm sorry you probably don't want to hear this." She shook her head ashamed taking another sip from the cup of rum Killian had poured her while he drank from the bottle.
"Say what you want about the Crocodile, but he loved you and everyone knew it. So, don't ever think you weren't loved."
"I guess it just wasn't enough." Her expression fell and her eyes looked full of misery.
"To hell with the people we give our heart to only to have them walked all over." Killian raised his bottle of rum in her direction.
"To hell with them." Belle brought her glass against Killian's as they toasted by clinking the bottle and glass together. Something about Belle perked up his attitude. For a few hours, he even forgot about his conversation with Neal. He felt content for the first time in a while. Every single time a new shot was poured they toasted to something new. As the shots progressed their voices grew louder and louder and eventually it turned into shouting and jumping up and down. They grew roaring drunk and both of them were thankful they weren't alone at the moment.
"To new friendships."
"To independence."
"To no obligations."
"To not sharing a bed with a selfish lover." Killian raised a brow at Belle's toast. After letting the rum burn down her throat, she realized he was staring. If it wasn't for the alcohol, she would've been blushing crimson just as she always does when discussing risqué topics, but all she could do was laugh uncontrollably.
"That's no fair love, no one should have to put up with that." Killian sighed pushing a stray dark brown lock from Belle's face to see her blue eyes clearer. Her breath hitched as his hand lingered on her shoulder. His fingertips skipped across the soft skin on her cheek. She felt tension drawing in her chest just from him even being that close to her face.
She swallowed hard realizing how close they were in proximity.
"I probably shouldn't have said that."
"You must've said it for a reason." Killian spoke in a low raspy voice that was barely a whisper, then he brushed his arm very closely against hers. His warm touch gave her butterflies. "Maybe you would like to be with a man who is not a selfish lover." He inched closer to her on the couch. "In fact, maybe even an extremely gifted lover." That cocky bastard. Belle felt her body warm under Killian's touch. She hated the way her body was reacting to his in that very moment. She was desperately giving into his words.
"You are so full of yourself Killian." Her words were supposed to come off as playful but somehow ended up being spoken in a soft sexual tone. Her body was naturally gravitating towards him.
"C'mon love, don't deny your needs." Belle felt his stubble against her neck as he leaned in to place soft kisses on it. Her stomach turned and her body felt a sense of urgency for him.
His hand playfully reached for the knot of her silk robe and gave her a hungry look as he watched her milk skin peak through. Without hesitation her hands reached for his belt and as she began to undo it a devilish grin crept up on his face.
She was really doing this.
"Say it, what do you want." Killian purred with his hand on her thigh. She batter her eyes full of lust and desire.
"Say it" His eyes screamed.
"Oh gods, just fuck me already Killian." She swallowed hard as her desire defeated her pride and she pressed her body against his as his mouth crashed into hers.
Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him in even closer. Every kiss with more and more urgency. Everything in Belle's mind was telling her to stop but her body just craved this handsome pirate more than she cared to admit.
It didn't take long for her to climb into his lap feeling his erection press hard against her center. Killian used his hook to push off her robe and allowed it to fall off her shoulders exposing a lavender lacy bra. They pulled a part for a second for him to examine her beautiful round breast. He cursed under his breath as he caressed her breast with his good hand. He groaned into her mouth as she pressed their lips together again and then found his tongue with hers. The leather from Killian's coat felt cool against her bare exposed skin.
"Who would've thought you were such a bloody nymph." Killian spoke sweeping her up into his arms from the couch. His hand pressed against her ass as she clung to his neck with her hands entangled in his hair. "I think you wanted this happen princess." He spoke in a whisper just above her ear as he gently sucked on sensitive areas on her neck.
"Maybe if you weren't such a cheeky bastard I would've been more forward." They laughed softly moving their lips back onto each other. "Door on the right." Belle shouted before Killian found her bedroom.
The door slammed against the wall as they burst into her bedroom but neither of them seemed to even notice.
As they fell on the bed, Belle found her way on top of Killian trying to remove as much of his clothes as she could. "Not fair, I'm wearing so little and you're wearing so much." He grinned devilish as she managed to pull of his leather coat. Fulfilling Belle's wishes, Killian kicked off his trousers and swiftly wiggled out of his white liner top.
Belle couldn't help but stare at his body. His tan skin told tales of the countless beaches and coats he had ventured to. His abs looked like they were carved in marble, so sharp and detailed. He had a very athletic build. There were scars here and there scattered around his body but that only added to his rugged appearance.
"First order of business." Killian shifted his position quickly so that now he was hovering over Belle. He pressed her body into the mattress as he laid a soft kiss against her stomach and trailed all the way to her chest. Belle writhed with pleasure anticipating every touch. As he reached her chest his hand cupped her breast and he ripped off her lacy bra without asking permission bringing her nipple into his mouth and softly put it between his teeth releasing teasing bites. "Hey! That was new." She spoke in a half moan too busy to even care.
"I'll buy you a new pair." Killian said bringing her breasts out of his mouth. His eyes burned into hers as used his forearms to push himself slowly down her frame. She knew exactly where he was going.
Every kiss he laid down her stomach sent pulses down her spine. She could feel an ache in her stomach and in her womanhood from how desperately she needed him. His touch on her inner thigh felt cool but pleasurable. Killian watched with a smile on his face as she twitched beneath him as his hands trailed closer and closer to her center.
"That's a nice visual, THE Captain Hook buying the town bookworm new lingerie." With the words not even fully out of her mouth, his mouth was on her. His tongue pressed against her drenched lips and tasted her from core to clit. He moaned at her taste, as she moaned his name over and over again. Her fingers laced around his dark raven locks. The heat from his lips, made her hips jump. She could feel the bundle of nerves throbbing. The man had a reason to brag. She had never felt such great pleasure. Belle's head dropped back into the pillow as she bit her lip trying to silence her moans to the best of her ability. After all, she did have nosy neighbors.
"No, don't hold back love, I want to hear you." She moaned softly, as his breath ghosted over her tender lips. She couldn't believe the noises that were escaping her mouth. She closed her eyes and used her hands to pull him against her. After some time, her legs began to shake, and he could tell she was close. She began to feel her release building up. Belle's body tensed and her legs felt numb. Her orgasm caused her muscles to tighten and her upper thighs quivered, finally she allowed herself to release and she was screaming his name. She had never felt something so intense; so erotic.
"That's never happened to me before."
"What? Climax during oral pleasure?"
"No. Climax at all." Her confession brought him back to hovering over her face. His face was full of disbelief. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.
"Well then." He dipped his hips in closer to hers. "I guess I'm just going to make you come again and again to make up for lost time." His lips met hers, and she could taste herself on his mouth.
"Wait Killian" Belle paused feeling him working himself in between her thighs.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." He froze.
"No. I want this." She smiled. "But I want to be on top." A shy smile found its way onto her face.
Killian's face lit up as she shifted position adjusting herself directly on top of him. She straddled his hips hovering over his fully erect member. His length concerned her slightly. He was a lot bigger than Rumple, so she hoped she could take him. The tip of his penis was brushing against her entrance, but she kept it there to build anticipation. She was basking in the glory of seeing his face filled with pleasure at her teasing. He was stunned by her, something about a woman in charge truly turned him on.
"Princess, if you keep teasing me like this I might not last very long." She felt powerful.
"Patience Captain" Belle lowered herself ever so slightly and planted hungry kisses against his neck. She brushed the tip of his penis against her clit, attempting to test his patience. A soft groan escaped his mouth. They both were filled with pure lust at this point that it was carnal.
"Yes" Killian cursed under his breath as she used a hand to guide his shaft slowly into her
Her walls tightened against his member as she began gradually moving up and down. It was slow and first as she worked a rhythm that they both were Intune to. He was much more filling than her past and only sexual encounter. "
"You feel so bloodygood." Killian moaned in pleasure as she continued expanded against him.
She tilted her hips slightly when she pushed down so that his member would rotate and that's when she could feel him rubbing all the right places inside of her. For someone who had never done this before, she was riding him with confidence. As her walls formed to his width she began going deeper and deeper. Killian's hand rested on her hip, feeling her rock against him. Her mouth was open wide moaning in ecstasy and the sight of that had Killian weak. She was a shy girl who rarely cursed and always had her head in a book, and here she was on Captain Hook's lap, riding him with confidence. Never did he imagine himself in this situation. She was almost over the edge building another orgasm when Killian shifted their positions moving her under him.
"I believe it's my turn love." He thrusted back into her wasting no time, as she bucked her hips urging him to continue moving. Belle moaned against him as he traced kisses over her jawline and onto her neck. She tasted so sweet like she could melt against his tongue. He just wanted to eat her up.
"Just like thatKillian." Belle moaned as he thrusts deep into her hitting a sensitive area. The sight of her mouth open barely containing herself, really pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck I'm so close love." He leaned forward and held on to his orgasm and continued thrusting harder and harder until she was ready. With his mouth against hers they both climaxed together as he emptied himself in her.
With a loud breath Killian maneuvered himself off of her body. They both panted heavy trying their best to regain their strength to even speak.
"That was." Belle lay next to him still trying to regain strength and breath. "unexpected."
"Unexpected good or bad?" Killian raised a brow extending his arm as an invitation for her to nestle herself in.
"I can't believe I just fucked Captain Hook." She nuzzled her head against his arm feeling the strangest sense of comfort. "I never would've pictured this in a million years."
"And I can't believe I just fucked a princess." Killian stared at the brunette in disbelief as she slowly closed her eyes against him. The warmth of her body against him made him feel relaxed.
"Goodnight Captain." Belle murmured half asleep. Killian took this as an invitation to close his eyes and sleep in her bed.
"Well well well, I did not peg the Captain Hook as the type to stay to cuddle after a one-night stand." Her brilliant blue eyes were barely half open where the first thing he saw that morning. "I thought for sure you would've snuck out by morning."
"What gave you that impression, I've told you before I'm an excellent lover." His morning voice was soft and hoarse. "And I would like to believe I proved that last night..."
"Oh, you did." She said quickly before her lips curled up into a smile. She wanted to laugh, a part of her felt like she was still in a dream. Then suddenly she was aware she wasn't in a dream when a wave of nausea hit her. "Oh gods I think I'm going to be sick." Belle rolled over in bed leaving her spot against Killian's chest, taking the white comforter with her as she turned.
"Oi c'mon don't tell me you find me repulsive now that you're sober." Killian shouted with his eyes barely open and his mind still half asleep. He placed his palm on the small of her back silently begging her to return to her spot next to him in bed.
"No no no." Belle giggled curling back against him, their naked bodies warming at each other's touch. "I quite literally feel sick. I haven't drank that much, in well…ever." She rubbed her temples moving her hands from his bare chest. He absently mindedly planted a soft kiss on her forehead as he finally fully opened his eyes seeing how beautiful she looked. Her hair that was usually kept in a neat braid now looked messy and wild. The thought that she was much like her braid made him laugh. She was typically shy and neat however last night he brought something out of her. He saw a wild side to her, much like how he was seeing the wild side to her hair. Her soft blue eyes radiated kindness without even trying. And the slight smile on her lips killed him, despite having a pounding headache she was smiling at him. Everything about her was warm and accepting.
"I'm sorry things didn't work out with Emma." Belle spoke softly as a statement afraid Killian would shut off at the bold comment. "If it's any consolation, I think you're more than meets the eye."
"That is just the effect I have on woman after I have bedded them, don't worry it'll wear off soon." Killian laughed at himself, but Belle saw past the smile. She saw the same lonely eyes in Killian that she saw in herself.
"Stop being so self-deprecating. You're a good man not perusing Emma because you didn't want to ruin whatever her and Baelfire had." Belle placed her hand on Killian's cheek without even thinking. She wanted to comfort him. He looked confused by her hand placement but didn't put up a fight against it.
"Who told you that lie?" He sneered avoiding eye contact.
"No one." She softly ran her fingers against his stubble. "Call it a woman's intuition." The comforter that was wrapped around her body loosened as she moved closer to him giving Killian a pleasant view of her ample breasts.
"Well I'll have you know; I only do things to benefit myself." Killian whispered just inches away from her face staring directly at her.
"As I recall from last night, that's not entirely true." She giggled wrapping her arms against his neck. It was strange how comfortable even sober she felt with him. Just yesterday she would not even imagine having a conversation with Killian and now they are having a conversation in bed naked after a one-night stand.
"Now that is a different story." Killian smiled. "You know luv, we can always go for seconds and I'm more than happy to repeat that. He ran his fingers softly against her skin giving her chills. ""You up for seconds." He asked ready to pounce.
"Seconds? More like 4ths or 5ths, I lost count last night." She giggled leaning in closer against his cheek. "However, as lovely as that sounds, I think we should leave whatever happened alone and blame it on the alcohol." She knew it sounded silly, but if they slept together again, she mentally would have no excuse.
"I can respect your wishes Belle, but I'll have you know any second you feel the need to have me I'm yours." Killian with a finger against her chin pressed his lips softly against hers. Before she could respond he started getting out of the bed. Belle stared lying in bed as he picked up his clothes off the floor and slowly began to put them on. He was a charming bastard and she would never deny it.
"So…. what now, did we just become friends?" Belle asked slowly sitting up in her bed as he still dressed. The sheets only covered her partially, but a strange wave of confidence still resided in her body from the night before.
"Sure. I would like that." Killian replied as he eyeballed her up and down. "Thank you, for uh you know listening to me vent. I rarely open up to people, so it means a lot to me you stayed and listened." He briefly sat back in the bed next to her still admiring her body. "And I am not just saying that because your body is exquisite." She laughed and lifted the sheets in response.
"The same applies for me." She bit her lip as she pulled the sheet closer to her body feeling his eyes silently ravishing her. "I've never had someone to tell all of this too."
"You're so much more than meets the eye, you know."
"Is that a compliment or an insult."
"I could never insult you." Killian's gaze lifted to her eyes and as if pulled by gravity he neared her body at the edge of her bed frame.
Her smile reeled him in and within seconds his hands were intertwined in her messy brown hair and he was pulling her soft lips in for a deep kiss. Her body responded naturally to his. As they pulled away both of their lips curled into a smile.
"See you around Belle."
He was gone within the minute and Belle stayed lying in bed basking in the glow that her wild night had brought her. She was happy. Not just because she finally got through to Killian, but because she finally got through to herself. A one-night stand was completely out of her element a month ago, but now she was shocked. She thought she would never be capable of letting someone in to her life again. But, she proved herself wrong. She did not need Rumple.