"Take em off love," said Killian as I stood defiantly in the bathroom, arms folded across my chest. He seemed to think that with one flash of his pearly whites and a sexy wink was going to get me to take off my clothes. He thought wrong.
"I don't even know you," I said.
"Will it help if I get naked first?" asked Hook. Before I could respond, he shed his clothes in an instant, and I cringed. "What's the matter love? Never seen a sexy, naked man before?"
"Well, not with a hook appendage that's for sure," I said, trying not to stare at his incredibly fit body. His grin was broadening. He knew he was slowly convincing me to do the unthinkable. "How do I know that you aren't some killer straight out of the film Psycho?"
"I use my hook for many good things, doll," said Killian as he raked his hook down the front of my blouse. Buttons began to pop, and my blood began to thrum in my veins. "Since you won't be needing your disgustingly filthy blouse anymore…"
The arch of his hook teased my nipples through the fabric of my bra, and I had to bite my lip to stifle myself. It had been a while since I felt this feeling. Killian began to kiss my neck, and worked on unhooking my bra. I felt his hand slide down my back as I let my bra fall to the floor, and work its way down to my zipper as he unzipped my pants.
"Tell me, Miss French," he said breathlessly as he knelt to take off my panties. "Are you as delectable as you look?"
My sex clenched at his words. I could feel his warm breath near my inner thighs as he kissed a trail upward. I gripped the sink in pleasure, and before his mouth met his intended destination, he stopped, and led me into the bath.
"I want you clean first," Killian smirked as he turned on the shower head. He pinned my hands above my head, and kissed the tops of my breasts, his throbbing erection growing harder and thicker against me. The spray of water trickled down my face into rivulets that Killian licked down my breasts. My knees were weakening as he took a bottle of 2 in 1 Vidal Sassoon, and began to massage it through my wet hair. "I do think you are enjoying this thoroughly, Miss French."
He rinsed my hair thoroughly, and then poured some vanilla scented body wash into his palm, and rubbed my arms and chest with it. He knelt and began to rub my legs and abdomen, and I shuddered in anticipation as he washed the lather off of my skin. "Open for me," Killian said huskily as he knelt and parted my legs. They opened without qualm, and I gripped the knobs as he slowly began to devour me. I couldn't contain my pleasure as I writhed above his firm grip on my hips, his ever persistent tongue teasing my clit.
"Oh… Oh God!" I moaned as his deft tongue ferociously teased me. "Yes! YES!"
"Come for me, Belle," said Killian in a husky voice. His fingers were pumping inside me faster and faster, and I was almost there. I felt the tip of his hook tease my clit, and I came.
"Gold!" I panted as I exploded in orgasm.
Just then, the door burst open, and the shower door opened to reveal a very enraged Gold. "What the fuck are you doing, Belle?!" He grabbed Killian by the throat, and dragged him, still naked, out of the shower. "You! Who sent you here?!"
I shivered in fear and covered myself with a nearby towel before stepping out of the shower. "The way I remember it, you left me, so I am free to do what I wish."
"Pirate!" Mr. Gold screamed. "Who sent you here?!"
"Why don't you just leave?" I shouted, finally getting the courage. "Leave Killian alone! If you must know, Ruby sent him over here to cheer me up! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had him come to the house! So stop it!"
"No, he was sent here with a purpose!" growled Mr. Gold as his grip on Killian's throat began to tighten. "WHO SENT YOU HERE?"
"Cora," choked Killian before Gold threw him to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. My eyes widened, and I pulled my towel around me tightly.
"Get your clothes, and get the fuck out of here. Never let me see you near Belle again or I will take your life so help me God. I never want to see your face again. GET OUT!"
Killian ran to get his crumpled clothes, and left in a flash. Mr. Gold watched out the window as he drove away, and then turned to me. "Why must you get yourself into trouble, dearie?"
"I can handle my own problems, thank you very much," I huffed as I brushed past him.
"Oh, we are not done-"
"You barged into my house, and you are telling me what to do?" I spun on my heel. "I could call Emma Swan and tell her that you are harassing me, and she will drag you out of here."
"Oh, she won't, dearie. Remember, I own this town," gloated Mr. Gold.
I groaned in frustration, and headed to my bedroom, slamming and locking the door in his face with a big smirk. He banged the door loudly. "Belle! Open the damn door!"
"MAKE ME!" I hollered back in frustration and anger.
"YOU OPEN THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I WILL BREAK IT DOWN AND FUCK THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU!" Gold roared.
"FUCK YOU!" I cursed as I opened the dresser to find something to wear.
THUD! THUD! CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I froze against the dresser, towel still wrapped around my body as the door fell to the floor with a loud crash! Mr. Gold's face was enraged and red as he walked into the room and ripped my towel from my body. "You need to be taught a lesson. I heard you in the bathroom earlier…" He gathered my wet hair in a ponytail, and yanked it back. "I could smell you. I knew in an instant you were about to come, and it wasn't me who was pleasuring you. But you said my name. I heard you, Belle. Why did you say my name?"
My heart thundered in my chest. I did let that name flub slip, and I was surprised Killian didn't catch it. "Tell me Belle!" He yanked my hair, leading me to my bed.
"I," I gasped as he quickly shed his clothes. "I… please!"
"TELL ME!"
"I still love you!" I cried, breaking down into sobs.
He was silent, and did not move a muscle. Then, in a very quiet voice, he finally spoke. "You shouldn't love a beast."