17.
Sweet awakenings
Her slumber was so divinely peaceful. She slept with half of a smile on her face, her lips parted just enough to be sweet. she lay facing away from him, her rounded bottom fitted perfectly against his abdomen, one of her hands was curled beside her on the pillow, the other was flung above her head, and back, so that the fingers were close to his mouth.
He almost felt guilty about disturbing such an obviously pleasurable sleep, merely for his own selfish benefit.
Almost.
Any resemblance to remorse was dissipated the moment she sighed and snuggled back against him, awakening his body as well as his mind.He leaned over her...closer...his moustache twitching with it's own sense of humor as he contemplated the many methods of rousing a sleeping beauty from her rest.
Oh...there was the obvious...a kiss, but that was rather mild. A caress...too passionate at first. He needed something in between her gentle love...and her boiling anger...something humorous... perhaps? By now he was almost touching her cheek with his lips, yet she did not stir. Finally, he could resist no longer, and without a warning, he ran his tongue from the tiny, healing cut at the base of her throat, all the way to her ear...
She bolted upright in bed, nearly knocking him to the floor, as she shuddered from the sensation of his unique touch. He could not help but laugh at her look of bewilderment, and laughed only harder at seeing her face become indignant at the realization of what he had done.
Her frown deepened at his laughter, and she crossed her arms across her chest in a very humorless fashion.
" Why...Wendy? Why the long face? " he asked, swallowing down the last of his laughter and sealing it behind a smug grin.
" I was having the most wonderful dream!" she stated, as if it were the most important thing in the world, and not something to be laughed about.
" Really? And who was it about?" he asked leaning over her.
Her face blushed a little, and she half smiled up at him, coquettishly from beneath her nutmeg eyelashes. He grinned even broader.
" Come on...tell me, who was this dream about? " he murmured, nearly against her lips.
" Me." she said simply, and had to maintain her straight composure when his arrogant smile fell for just a moment.
He opened his mouth once to retort, but got confused somewhere between her full lips and the jeweled blue of her eyes. She cocked one of her eyebrows at him, awaiting his inevitable reply.
" That seems more akin to something I would dream..." he finally answered. " Surely there was something ...someone else there in your dream ?
Wendy pretended to think, even frowning as she did so, to heighten the thrill of the moment. She could feel his impatience as it radiated, barely controlled.
" No. Just me. In a garden of flowers. "
He made a face of disappointed disgust. " Flowers? I thought you said that it was a good dream? A wonderful dream?"
" It was!" She defended.
" My dearest girl, there is no possible way that dreaming of flowers could ever be more wonderful, than waking to this..." he kissed her arrogantly, but briefly.
" Now that I think of it, perhaps there was someone else with me in the garden. " she said.
" It had better been me.'' he smirked, lowering his lips to her throat, and nibbling just enough to make her draw her breath sharply between her teeth.
" None other..." she said. But as soon as his hand began to slide beneath her gown she pulled primly away and straightened the covers over herself.
" I thought you reassured me last night that my honor was safe in your bed?" she asked.
Hook's expression turned into the wolfish look of the hunter stalking a coy rabbit, that had no chance of escape. Throwing one of his heavy, muscled legs across both of her slender limbs, he propped himself arrogantly on his elbow and opened his ever present flask. She was held firmly in place, both by his leg, and the fact that she had no intention of actually attempting to escape.
" That my dearest one, was last night. I made no promises about your honor this morning." he replied.
" Oh dear " she exclaimed , pressing her hand dramatically to her cheek. " What shall I do?"
" Charm your captor..." he replied,in a dry tone.
" Oh, not I. I am not capable of the charms it would take to soften the heart or the soul of a fierce Pirate Captain. " she breathed, even though her hand was already reached out to touch his cheek, her fingers soft and cool on his skin.
" But you are brave enough to attempt anything, are you not? " he said, not unkindly, as he resisted the urge to simply seize her and ravish her repeatedly.
Bravery reminded her of battle, and battle reminded her of wounds. One wound in particular.
" Oh, but Captain, what of your wound? " she suddenly asked, confusing him for a moment. He had quite forgotten it in his preoccupation with her beauty, and innocent seduction.
He toyed with the idea of using the now nearly painless affliction as a means to draw her womanly attentions and sympathies; but decided against that course, since she would no doubt be too maternal, and insist he rest...which was not what he had in mind for the morning exercise
Instead he scoffed it off, as if he were always in the habit of taking bullets through his body to impress young ladies.
" That? A mere trifle, I assure you. I couldn't even tell you it's location this morning!" he said. He realized a second too late that she had been meaning to hear just that from him.
" So, you will be well enough to travel then?" she asked, almost slyly. " As soon as the doctor approves it, though, of course?' she added with innocence feigned.
" You wretched thing! " he exclaimed, his frown not in the least bit frightening or intimidating to her. She merely smiled up at him, her fingers now entangled in his hair, the nails of her fingers gently raking his scalp in a distracting way.
" You really are a woman..." he sighed, nodding to her.
" In many ways." she replied, causing him to raise his brows in surprise at her insinuating remark.
" Then, let me count the ways..." He answered , lowering his lips to hers.
It was the final word in the conversation, his intense and passionate kiss ending all chance of more conversation from her. Gently he probed at her, teasing her until she opened her mouth just enough and he could slip his tongue inside.
He tasted every crevice, and every surface, from the velvet-slick under side of her own tongue, to the hard marble-like teeth, to the ridged roof of her mouth, where even the slightest touch seemed to tickle her, causing her to duel with him as surely as if they were armed with swords.
He only retreated from this assault because he could...and because his mouth longed to travel to other locations along the planes of her body. He ran his hand down her side, pulling down the coverlet as he went, his mouth trailing damp heat down her throat as he did.
He became aware of her hands, suddenly on his back, kneading the muscles and flesh as she urged him on, much the same as a rider would gently urge a spirited stallion. Then they crept around, encircling his neck, briefly, before beginning a travel down his chest, through the soft curls of hair.
She could feel the muscles twitch and ripple beneath his skin. He was smooth, yet hard, slim, yet strong. The complete contrast of their bodies fascinated her, and heightened the growing feeling of warmth she became aware of whenever they touched, or kissed...or even when she thought about him.
Hook rolled slightly away, so that he could free his hand to unbutton the prim white nightgown. The damned thing had a nearly impossible row of pearl buttons, from collar to navel. and she had every one of them securely buttoned.
Wendy realized his dilemma and moved her hands to unfasten the buttons for him. He instantly lamented the loss of her touch on his own skin, and redirected her back to her previous employment. At this angle, more of him was exposed, as the sheet had worked down towards the footboard, and Wendy shyly stole glances at his form while he was preoccupied with her buttons. Looking up, to see whether or not he was noticing her, she ran her touch cautiously downwards.
His senses were immediately awakened, yet he dared not let her know that he was watching, yet he did shift, so that she could go as far as she liked, hoping that it would encourage her into further explorations.
The careful delicate care he was taking with her buttons ended the moment her fingers grazed against him in the most intimate way. With a wild, animalistic growl, he pulled the gown, and pearl buttons disappeared forever into the shadows of the room.
Wendy gasped, not only from his rough handling, which sent a thrill of excitement through her, but also from the response of his body to her touch. If he had been capable of opening his eyes, he would have seen her face aglow with wicked pleasure at her own boldness.
It was aglow with more than that. Without a second of hesitation, he pulled the gown straight down and off, baring her unceremoniously to his gaze and his touch. His touch was much more insistent than before, rough and yet careful, as he ran his hand down the length of her, then back, pausing to fondle her breasts, which tightened under his attention, the pink tips yearning to be suckled.
Who was he to deny them? Kiss turned to suck, and suckle to nibbling, until Wendy began making strangled noises that had no meaning. Only then did he take his kisses southwards, biting the skin over her ribcage, nuzzling the indent of her navel, rubbing the soft skin over her abdomen.
When he went lower, Wendy froze. " Wh-what are you doing? " she asked, her voice trembling, yet her legs were easily parted under his touch.
" Oh...wait and see." he smirked into the downy curls, the vibration of his voice causing her to whimper.
She did see. Or rather she felt...and it was divine. Her whole body went liquid under this knew kiss, warm, and wet and as limp as silk thrown to a soft sea breeze. She could so easily have floated off to death in such a gossamer moment...but from somewhere deep inside of herself, out of the reach of his administrations, she felt the coarser need of herself demanding to be reached and released. Involuntarily her body arched up against him, her muscles all tensing and reaching out towards anything that might soothe their agony.
She was unaware that her eyes were closed until he startled her by claiming her mouth again, sharing the fragrance of her desire as he did. Her hands, that had never ceased their caresses against him, were now pushed aside. They fell to the sheets, clenching them as he ran his hand up between her thighs, kneading the sensitive flesh.
When he had her legs parted enough to allow himself to cradle between them, he used the hand to hold her hip firmly. She was certain that their would be a bruise there in the later, but found herself not entirely concerned with such things.
Not now,.. that his weight was over her, and her face was against the solidity of his chest, his fragrance completely surrounding her. She felt small and helpless beneath him ,...and around him, as he took her, with all of the passion of the pirate he was. He did not hurt her, for he was incapable of it, now. She had him as much as he had her, and with every pulsing thrust into the heated honey her body offered, he found himself more and more bound to her with his heart.
The swiftness of his ardor made the bed pound against the wall, and somewhere in her mind, Wendy thought that it might be over heard by the other men, but the thought was lost somewhere, as he lifted her leg, urging her to wrap them both around his waist. She was so close to pleasure that she barely had any strength left to do more than make gasping cries against him. Her body was too full, her senses too clouded. . .her entire being too overwhelmed.
She wanted it to last until the striking of eternity, and yet she desperately wanted him to find and release that glorious feeling that was kept in her womb.
Without realizing she was doing it, her nails bit into the skin of his back, drawing thin lines of blood. This only urged him to work harder, faster, driving the bed against the wall more noisily with his enthusiasm.
When she did feel it, it came from her toes, and traveled all the way to her head, leaving her whole body awake and tingling, until it gathered in her middle and shot through her in a dazzling flash of color and stars. She actually did cry out, his name, and other words, nonsensical, because her teeth were embedded in his shoulder. He threw back his head and abandoned himself to the moment, no longer concerned with gentleness.
She didn't notice, she was still wound so tightly around him, in all manners, that he could barely move. At last she released him from her teeth, and fell back, back and down, through the foggy cloud of ecstasy, still aware of him entombed within herself. She was lying there enjoying the last threads and ripples of satiation as it coursed along her spine...her hands were still resting on his back as he collapsed his weight onto the heated, flushed softness of her.
He waited for what seemed like an agonizingly long few minutes, certain his heart was going to burst. He wasn't as young as he used to be...in fact, he had long ago forgotten how old he was, and he wasn't all too certain he was going to be able to survive her. Not if she insisted on trying more bold surprises...which he sincerely hoped she did.
When he was at last reassured that his heart, such as it was, would continue to beat, he raised his weight from her and for a moment, felt panic again rising in his throat. She was still, and serene, and he was actually worried this time that perhaps he had killed her inadvertently. Perhaps smothering her in his enthusiastic passion, or his heavy, post-love collapse.
" Wendy?" he whispered, rubbing her cheek. Her eyes opened blue and questioning.
" Hmmm?" she replied.
Hook sighed in relief. " I thought I had killed you. "
" Will you always think that? " she smiled.
" If you always lay like that afterwards! " he retorted.
" I cannot help that! I...have no strength!" she exclaimed.
He seemed to take that as a superb compliment, and kissed her.
She brought her hand around to hold him too her and gave a little gasp, as she saw the blood. " Oh, dear! " she said, showing him, her hand. I seem to have scratched you...I didn't mean to...I mean, I did not realize I was... "
She trailed off as he took her hand and kissed it. That is a sign that you were utterly lost in your pleasure. And that in itself, is worth the blood." he said.
" Truly?" she asked.
" Without question." he answered. " In fact, it would be desirable to have you draw blood at my expense every time I pleased you." he said, smugly nuzzling her neck.
" You would be very battled scarred indeed." she murmured without thinking. Then realizing she had said something rather indelicate. . .even in her present state, she bit her lip in what he considered to be a very charming way.
" We shall see!" was all he said, before again lowering his mouth to hers with every intention of having her add a few more marks to the ones already stinging on his back.
He rubbed his thumb along the tiny cut at the base of her throat, as he kissed, thinking to herself, that just as she had distracted him once, and made him lose control, so had he reciprocated. At the moment they were perfectly even.
At the moment. . .