She's a goner.
Season 3a cannon divergence. Emma lies to her father when he asks her about standing up Neil for lunch at Granny's. "It's not Neil, it's Henry." She says quickly…too quickly. It's not one hundred percent the truth, and she knows it. Smut ahead. Captain Swan.
A.N. Another what if that popped into my head. I hope you all enjoy this version of events.
~Emma POV~
I should have known that my efforts to bypass a date with Neil wouldn't go unnoticed, especially not by my parents. So, I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when David snuck up on me as I sat staring out into the ocean, perched upon a large piece of driftwood. I was preoccupied, with thoughts of a certain someone who just so happened to have an affinity with the sea.
"Isn't Granny's that way?" He asked. I started at stared up at my father as a grin spread across his face. I grimaced, I had totally forgot all about my 'date' with Neil, my mind had been preoccupied with something…no someone else. Someone who was clad head to toe in ridiculous amounts of leather, yet he managed to look impossibly sexy in the garb. I realised that I hadn't been paying attention when he huffed lightly in annoyance.
"It's not Neil, it's Henry" I say quickly, too quickly, knowing it was not one hundred percent the truth. It was Henry, in a way, he had inexplicably chosen to stay at Regina's the night before, not totally unusual, but he insisted emphatically, and that's what was strange. And I had myself convinced that that was the reason for doing what I did last night. That incredibly wonderful thing that she shouldn't really be thinking of sitting next to her father. I realised with a grimace, that he'd been speaking again, and once again I wasn't really paying attention. Stupid Pirate.
He was speaking about finding moments, good little moments, in times like these, and had wanted to say that I had found a good moment, just not with the man he expected. Instead though the thought of finding a good moment with Neil, when he'd caused me so much pain, so much devastation, caused a pain in my heart.
"Dad, I can't." The words came out of me with force, as if the pain was pushing the words from my mouth. I hadn't used his given name, which was rare for me, and suddenly dads face softened in understanding, knowing that I was speaking the truth. And I found myself with the overwhelming feeling of needing to see Hook, to have his arms wrap around me in a safe embrace. Because no matter how hard I tried to deny it, and I really tried, after last nights events I realised that I did feel safe in his arms. And because, and I had no idea how, but Hook managed to convey how much he loved me with a simple hug. Now I was craving the feeling. Bloody Pirate!
Instead it was her dads' arms that encased her in a warm hug, and she was surprised to find that she had felt the same level of safeness in his arms, then she did in Hooks. Damnit she was a goner. "There's too much pain, no matter how hard I try, and absolutely no trust whatsoever." My voice is small and child-like, and it only serves to make David hold on to me tighter.
"It's okay, I understand." He replies softly, and I feel it in that moment, with his arms wrapped around me tightly the message that he was trying to convey. That he was here, and that he would never let anything hurt me like that again, because he was going to protect me from all that could harm me. Little did he know that I was falling fast for someone, who not only had the potential to shatter my heart, but also my very soul. "Do you want to come back with me, I can treat you to a hot chocolate in Granny's to warm you up" He asks after a minute of silence.
"No, it's okay. I need time to think." I said gently pulling out of his warm hug. "I promise I won't stay here much longer" I said in reassurance when a concerned look crossed his face.
"Okay." He nodded in defeat. Standing up, he placed a kiss on my forehead and left me too it.
I was only on my own for a short amount of time before having the distinct feeling that someone was watching me. Sliding my hand to my gun holstered on my left hip, I looked about me wildly finding the source standing a few paces away from me on my right-hand side. Hook. He was standing stock still, his surprised icy blue eyes staring at me, boring into me. Flash backs of last nights events fluttered to the forefront of my mind as my eyes connected with him, and suddenly I was hot. A blush crept over me from top to toe, I was on fire, how was this possible, and why oh why did this fire feel so good. He bit his bottom lip gently, as if he was remembering the events of the previous evening as well, his eyes connected with mine again after roaming freely over my body, and I was suddenly transported back to last night.
~14 hours earlier~
'This is utterly ridiculous' I muttered to myself as I tiptoed across the upper deck of the Jolly Roger, hoping that its occupant wouldn't hear me approaching. You have lost your mind Swan. That was the only possible explanation as to why I was currently standing at the entrance to Hooks chamber on his ship. What other possible reason could it be? My son had abandoned me for his other mother a mere day after we had gotten him back. That must be the reason for my insanity. Yes, that and the five shots of tequila you pounded before coming here. My mind taunted, and my hand moved of its own accord to knock upon his door. This was utterly insane.
"Swan?" He asked in surprise when he opened the door. I had clearly caught him unawares, as he stood before me in a state of disarray. His hair sticking up wildly in odd places, most of his leather garb was missing, the only thing that he still wore was the pants and his black shirt, which was only half buttoned. My eyes wandered down to his chest, where I could see the definition of his taut muscles, I unconsciously licked my lips.
"Sorry, Henry is with Regina tonight, and I don't really feel like spending tonight alone." I stuttered, dragging my eyes up too meet his stupid cocky gaze. My face flushed as I realised, I had been outwardly staring at him. Stupid tequila!
"Come on in then, Swan," He said huskily, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. He stepped back, but only a little, so I had to slide past him. A hiss of surprise escaping my lips when I felt his already hard length press against me in the impossibly tight space. He smirked in response. Git!
I looked around in surprise at the rather spacious quarters not failing to note that the bed was a double, even thought it was pinned to the wall. My eyes finally met his once again and there was another shiver. "Welcome to my humble abode." He said holding his hand out and smirking. Oh god the smirk.
"It's bigger than I expected." I said in surprise. Not catching on to the hidden innuendo. He did though, and it illicits another smirk from him followed by him biting his lower lip. Moisture pooled in my knickers faster than ever before and it caused me to gulp.
"So, what can I do for you, Swan?" He asked stepping closer to me, keeping those icy blues trained upon me.
"As I said, I didn't want to be alone. I spent enough time alone on that bloody island." I said truthfully with a slight shrug. He nodded in understanding.
"Aye, but why me, lass?" He asked his tone husky once more. He was so close now, I could smell the rum off him, but also his natural scent as well, saltwater, and a hint of musk.
"I needed a drinking partner," I said unsteadily, not entirely sure of the answer. I bit my lip and looked up at him from beneath my lashes. It was his turn to gulp.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked, he was an inch away from me now, he leaned in, and I held my breath, only to be disappointed when he leaned around me and grabbed the rum that sat on the desk behind me. I huffed in irritation and roughly tugged the bottle from his hand, taking a large gulp. His eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"Abso-fucking-lutely" I retorted, before closing the gap and smashing my lips to his. He stumbled back, startled, but quickly recovered and steadied us both by wrapping his arms around my waste. I licked his bottom lip begging for entry, he obliged, letting out a guttural moan as I deepened the kiss and rubbed my hip against his groin. His hand and hook slid down from my waist to my ass, where he gave a firm squeeze. Causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through me, I lost myself in him. Moving one hand up to run through his soft dark hair, the other moved down his chest in slow languid movements, his muscles tightened under my touch, and when my fingers lightly grazed the top of his pants, he gasped in my mouth. He pulled back slightly, surprise in his heavy, hooded, lust-filled eyes. I moved my hand down further, and to my surprise his hand caught my wrist and quickly moved it away.
"Swan?" He asked unsure. He was confused, clearly not expecting things to go this far.
"What?" I asked innocently. Smiling coyly as my other hand blazed a trail from his hair to the cusp of his trousers. His eyes, following my movements the whole way down, snapped up to mine when I rubbed his obvious hard on through his leather pants. He groaned and I couldn't help but smile.
"Swan" it was a warning, and it caused me to stop kneading his cock. He moved back so that I wouldn't be able to continue.
"What? Afraid you can't handle it?" I asked cockily, the drink having spurred me on.
He sighed. "Believe me, I think you're the one who couldn't handle it. But I'm afraid that if you don't stop, then I'm going to lose control, and if I do, I'm not going to be able to stop."
I lent forward, and kissed him, softly this time. "What if I don't want you to stop?" I asked, I grabbed his shirt and started dragging him to me, as I walked backwards to his bed.
I hit the bed hard and toppled backwards causing Hook to fall on top of me, his erection pressing into my core, we groaned in unison. He kissed me this time, hard and heavy, biting my bottom lip whilst grinding into my swollen pussy. I became even wetter. I let out a deep throaty moan and when his eyes connected with mine, they had gotten impossibly darker, and I knew then that he had crossed the threshold, there was no returning now, not that I wanted to.
He started on my lips, and slowly, agonisingly so, he undressed my top half and blazed a hot trail of kisses down the length of my body. Leaving me panting and wet when he gave ample attention to each breast, sucking, licking, and biting the nipples. I was writhing in ecstasy. I tried to give him a little taste of the pleasure he was giving me, but I barely got two strokes in when he grabbed both of my hands in his one hand and held them with surprising strength.
"Not so fast, missy," he said grinning at my frustration. "I want to enjoy this." He laid a kiss on my left nipple, "I want to enjoy you," he kissed the right one. I huffed in frustration but gave in anyway. Wanting to see if the rumours were true, if he really was as good as they say. He continued down past my navel and left a trail of hot, wet kisses along my pantie-line. He removed my pants and knickers with surprising speed, and gasped when he got a first glimpse of my swollen, wet pussy. I felt entirely too uncomfortable, laying here exposed under his stare. I began to wriggle a bit, and he lifted his eyes to me. They were heavy with desire and burning passion. "Beautiful," he whispered, he lowered his head and kissed each inner thigh, taking a deep breath he moaned in ecstasy. I had never had a man smell my sex before, and more so get turned on by the smell of my heady desire, I got impossibly wetter. He licked the drip causing a guttural moan to escape my lips. I griped the sheets in anticipation. He smirked before diving in.
He repositioned himself to free up his good hand and trailed a finger up and down my outer folds coating my pussy in my own juices. I felt him parting my lips then and trail his finger slowly down my clit, and back up again, "Killian" I moaned, low, and slow. His eyes shot up in surprise, for I had never used his given name before. "Please, don't stop." I begged.
"As you wish, my love," his voice was husky, and rough, but his eyes were tender. After coating his fingers with my juices, he finally entered me, moving in and out slowly. Oh god he felt so good, after a few pumps another finger joined him, I was gasping and writhing beneath him, the pleasant burning sensation already building within my gut, my toes were curling as he pumped, curled, and twisted his fingers. Oh god he was good.
"Yes," I moaned "don't stop." I begged. He responded by adding his hot mouth to my swollen, sensitive clit. I shot up surprised, my body shaking with pleasure. His tongue expertly tickled by nub, his hot mouth sucking me hard as his fingers pumped faster and harder. My moans were loud and guttural, and only increased when he bent his fingers so that he could hit my g-spot. I almost hit the ceiling as the jolt of pleasure shot through me. The burning sensation was intensifying, it wasn't very often a man could make me cum, but he was going too, and in a big way. My body was trembling from tip to toe, my hand barely able to maintain its grip in his hair. I closed my eyes and threw my head back intending on enjoying the intensity of this moment, he settled on watching me as he expertly licked, pumped, and sucked me to a blinding orgasm, my hips bucking loudly with his motions. He hummed something onto my clit, and that was it, the orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was trembling, gasping for breath as he continued to pump my pussy hard, the pleasure was intense, and the lights in his cabin glowed and flickered as I lost all control. "Killian," I moaned low as I came down from my high. I stopped his hand form it's ministrations as I became overly sensitive, trying desperately to calm my humming body. He lapped up my juices before sliding himself up my naked body. I was surprised to find that the cool leather felt nice against my hot skin.
He hovered over me nervously as I fought to catch my breath. I giggled a little before pulling his hot mouth down to meet mine, I had always wanted to taste myself on the lips of another, and it was as hot as I thought it would be. His hands sound found purchase on top of my mound once again as we continued to kiss, and I could feel my need begin to grow again. "You're wearing far too many clothes," I mumbled into his lips, moving to unbutton his shirt.
"I can rectify that" He smirked, he jumped up, and pulled off his shirt, and I couldn't help biting my lip in anticipation. In one quick motion he had pulled down his trousers and boxers. His cock springing free with a bounce, my eyes bulged out of my head. He. Was. Massive! He moved back onto the bed, sliding on top of me and in between my legs, his cock brushing against my sensitive clit causing me to hiss. He chuckled softly as he brought his lips to mine, whilst simultaneously reaching for his bedside cabinet and pulling out a condom. I was surprised and couldn't hide it quick enough. "I'm old love, but not completely out of touch with the world." He chuckled as he began opening the wrapper.
"Here, let me" I said grabbing the condom from his hand, I kept eye contact as I pulled the rubber out and set it aside for the moment. He cocked an eyebrow in question, and I answered him by grabbing the head of his length, he groaned, his eyes fluttering close as I gently stroked the tip, before slowly working my way down to his base, and back up again, continuing my ministrations slow and steady, over and over. "Faster, love," He begged, I responded by slowing down. He growled in frustration his eyes snapping open and his hot burning desire boring into my very soul, setting me alight once again. I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my hot mouth. He gasped in surprise, his hand instantly flying to my head, tangling through my locks, and encouraging me to go faster. I did. Taking his whole length into my mouth "Emma," he moaned, the sound of my name tumbling from his lips in that way causing my pussy to begin dripping again. I kept up the pace for a few minutes before pulling away. He growled again.
"I want you." I purred, laying back onto his soft pillows. "Now." I commanded. He lunged forward and pressed his hot mouth into mine. I grabbed the condom and began to roll it on his length as he poured his passion into the kiss. Once he was sheathed, he aligned himself with my awaiting pussy, running his cock up and down my length, spreading my juices over both of us. Once we were sufficiently wet enough, and with another hot kiss he entered me in one swift fluid motion. We moaned in unison, and paused to enjoy the sensation together, I could feel his girth stretch me to the max, and when I was ready I bucked my hips against his indicating that I wanted more. He wasted no time, and after pulling out tantalizingly slow, then thrusting back in hard and fast a few times, he began to pump in and out of me in a fast rhythm. Oh gods, this was heaven, he was filling me completely, hitting each wall equally, but it apparently wasn't enough for Hook and with a guttural growl he lifted my leg higher, throwing it over his shoulder, and opening my pussy wider and plunging himself in deeper. He moaned, the new position obviously hitting him in the right way. My body began to tremble once more, and his thumb found purchase on my clit, and began rubbing in a circular motion, with just the right amount of pressure. His rock-hard cock pounding my walls harder and harder, I clamped down on him and felt his cock pulse within me.
"Oh god, I'm close." He groaned.
"So am I" I breathed, trying to maintain focus, but my mind was cloudy with pleasure. I pulled his head down to meet my lips and kissed him with all that I had, he responded with equal fever, his thrusting becoming harder and faster, he was getting closer, and so was I. "Killian." I groaned, his cock pulsed, his lips moved to my neck and to my sensitive spot he had found earlier at the nape of it. He could sense that I wasn't quite there just yet. He quickened his pace and pressure on my clit, and sucked the nape of my neck, I gasped as the bolt of electricity shot through my core, sucking in the flesh once more, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. That done it, with a scream my orgasm ripped from my body, I began trembling from head to toe, the lights around us got impossibly brighter and after another two pumps and a gasp his seed began to spill into me. He shuddered hard and his pumps slowed. After he stopped, he seemed to lose the strength in his arms, collapsing on top of me as he panted.
"That was…" I panted.
"Fucking amazing," he finished, gaining some strength he lent up on his elbows, gave me a soft gentle kiss and removed himself from my inner sanctum. He pulled off the filled condom, tied a knot in the top and flung it to the other side of the room where it landed straight in the waste-paper basket. Okay, that was impressive. He slid off me and settled down to the right-hand side of me, against the wall. The loss of his contact sent a shiver of panic throughout me. What was that? He was right beside me, so why did I feel this way? I could feel the panic rising, so I did what I do best and jumped up from the bed and began to dress quickly.
"What are you doing, Swan?" He asked. I didn't fail to notice how he returned to using my surname now that we were no longer in the throws of passion. And it stung more than it should have.
"I didn't realise it was so late." I said not looking him in the eye. I looked at the clock on his wall and grimaced, I had only been here for an hour, it felt more like four. "I've got to get home," I said.
"You don't have to" he said hopefully, "if the lads not there?"
"No, I've got to go home. In case he comes home early" I said dodging his gaze. He could always read me.
"Swan?" He said gently.
"Yeah?" I still refused to meet his gaze.
"Why do you keep doing this?"
"Doing what" I asked somewhat defensively.
"Running" he said simply.
"Hook" I groaned.
"Emma" he responded. I stopped, standing stock still. His voice sounded so tender, loving. It sent a bolt of fear throughout me. "Come on," I heard him move and suddenly he was behind me and gripping my hand gently. "we've just had the most amazing sex, shared the most intimate thing that two people can, and now you're running from me, why? His voice was hurt. I tried to walk away, ignore him, but his hand gripped mine tighter, not enough to hurt, but enough to make me stop.
"I can't, Killian." I stopped to take a breath and he waited patiently. "I can't get close to you. I just can't" I whimpered.
"Why not?" He asked his tone fearful. I turned to him then and his eyes widened in surprise upon seeing my tear stained face.
"Because I can't lose you." His eyebrow shot up in question, so I continued. "I have lost everyone I have ever loved. My parents put me in a wardrobe and sent me a distant land when I was less than an hour old. Neil knocked me up then sent me to prison for a crime he committed. I had to give Henry up, minutes after he was born without even seeing him or holding him. And I watched as Graham's heart was crushed in front of me by Regina, simply for choosing me. I've had to deal with all of that, but the thought of losing you by getting too close to you, fills me with terror. I have never been more scared of anything on my whole life. Losing you, it would break me."
The tears were flowing thick and fast at my admission, and I could see tears form in his own eyes. I had rendered him speechless, no easy feat. "That is why I run." I whispered. He let my hand go at this point, he still hadn't said a word, and I did what I do best and bolted.
~Present~
We were brought back to the present by the squawk of a gull overhead, our eyes heavy with the passion we had both felt that night. Both of us had a blush on our cheeks.
"Are you not…" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Are you not supposed to be in Granny's right now?" He asked and I could hear the trepidation in his voice. He was afraid of my answer.
"No, I'm not going" I replied, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. How could I? After what we had shared and knowing I couldn't possibly share that with anyone else, not in that way. He had ruined me for other people, and secretly, I loved it.
"Have you any other plans?" He softly enquired a glimmer of hope on his face. He was impossibly cute.
"Nope" I replied popping the p "free as a bird." His eyes lit up.
"Want to join me for a bite then?" He gestured to the bag of food from granny's that I had only just now noticed was gripped in his hand. I didn't miss the double entendre either. And it sent a thrill right through me, settling in my core, which began to drip in anticipation. He was awaiting my answer, his gaze setting me on fire, he looked like he could devour me right then and there.
"Sure" I said as nonchalantly as I could, with a shrug of my shoulders. He smirked again. Oh. God. That. Smirk. My knickers were soaking. He led the way without saying anything, and I followed him like a lost little puppy, and I couldn't help but think, as my eyes travelled down to his well-carved delectable ass…
I was a goner.
A.N Well, this is my first full blown smut fic, I hope I did it justice? And I know Emma was way ooc in this wee one-shot, but that's just where jut took me.