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emmaaswaan said: emma sneaks into his tent and they have to keep quiet.

AU after the kiss smutty one-shot. M-content ahead! :)

That kiss.

The night was hot…warmer than usual.

The sounds of the jungle settling around their makeshift camp created a dull and almost soothing soundtrack as swaying leaves, chirping birds, and the cry and low purr of beasts on the hunt sounded softly in the distance.

She couldn't sleep.

She couldn't think.

There was too much on her mind.

That stupid kiss.

Moving quickly, her eyes scanning the flimsy tents around her, she took in the sight of her parents sleeping forms while noting the quiet sound of Regina's steady and even breathing as she passed her by. Her gaze zeroing in on the tent that was set up at the furthest point of their camp at the very edge of the jungle, Emma closed her eyes for a moment and sucked in a deep breath before heading over to it, not giving herself a chance to reconsider her actions.

That stupid, stupid kiss.

Ducking under the low hanging cover of the crudely made tent, her gaze landed on Hook's resting figure. Quietly drawing even closer, she curiously studied his unmoving and somewhat peaceful form; her eyes struggling to adjust to the unyielding darkness, blinked rapidly once, twice, and the sound of her pounding heart echoed softly in her already buzzing ears as she watched him silently for a moment more.

She should really go…she should really turn around and flee.

RUN!

A voice screamed the command in her head.

Stay.

Another whispered softly after.

And not allowing herself the chance to over think it any further, she knelt down quickly, her movement causing the air to stir around them as she shifted on the ground beside him.

And really, she probably should have expected it…

The world suddenly spun, tilted, and faded away, the feeling of being tossed onto her back sending a jolt of pain up her spine as the heavy press of a knife at her throat and a hook in her side nearly stole all of the air from her lungs. Blowing out a shaky breath, her hands grappling at the dirt beneath her, she lifted her chin and gazed up into Hook's clouded and confused eyes, watching as his hazy stare slowly focused in on her face.

"Swan?" his sleep-roughened voice breathed out across her lips, the gentle caress against her skin nearly causing her to shudder as his grip on her relaxed fractionally, his hook easing up on her ever so slightly.

And watching as awareness slowly crossed his features, seeing the realization gradually dawn in his eyes, she took a moment to calm her racing pulse while attempting to steady her erratic and labored breathing.

They were too close.

He was practically lying on top of her—his body warm and firm and all too familiar was pressed into hers.

And fuck that stupid, stupid kiss.

Once again, much like the first time she had kissed him, she refused to think it through. Raising her head quickly, she ignored the stinging pinch of pain as his dagger pressed further into her skin. Snaking her hand behind his head, she drew him down to her and kissed him for the second time that day—her lips quirking slightly as she heard his sharp intake of breath, followed by a low grunt and the dull thud of his dagger dropping to the ground beside her. Using his surprise to her advantage, she rolled them, gaining control quickly and settling herself on top of him—the feel of his arousal straining through his pants and prodding against her stomach, making her dizzy with anticipation, even as shrill and shrieking warnings bells rang in her ears.

She had never wanted this before that goddamned kiss…never admitted to it anyway.

"Don't talk." She whispered against his lips, her hands already working the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off quickly before moving her fingers lower. "You have to be quiet."

He didn't say anything at that; merely lifted his hips when she pulled his pants down fast with fumbling and faltering movements. And she was glad he didn't speak, thrilled actually. Silence was good…perfect…necessary. She wasn't sure she could go through with it if he had tried to talk to her, or question her, or even worse…reassure her. She just needed this. Action. No words, no gentle declarations, no well intended coddling. It was the feel of skin against skin that she truly craved at the moment.

Something she hadn't needed until that friggin eye-opening kiss.

Feeling his hand coming to a rest at the small of her back, her thoughts scattered and her eyes flew to his, watching as his lips quirked up softly when he lifted the hem of her shirt slowly, indicating for her to pull it up over her head. Taking the lead again, she nodded once, hurriedly ridding herself of the dirty camisole—her pants and boots quickly following before she tossed them to the side and slid her way back up him. Straddling him, she noted with a dim sense of satisfaction the way his body tensed and his breathing stuttered as she caged him in.

"This is seriously just a—"

"One time thing." His tone, barely above a whisper, called her bluff as his eyes flashed with challenge, and his jaw went rigid with a look that too closely resembled disbelief.

And unable to consider the note in his voice and the all too knowing expression blanketing his features—something inside of her sparking to life and whispering lie—she covered her mouth with his; both annoyed and relieved by the way he didn't question her once again. Instead he only responded; no gentlemanly acts of concern stopping him from taking his fill. And good God the man could kiss. He tried to take his time with her— his teeth nipping at her lightly, his tongue soothing where he had nibbled, his lips sucking and drawing her to him.

And dammit she could get lost…kissing him.

"We don't have time for anything else." She pulled back abruptly, breathing the words across his face; her body trembling and warm as she suddenly reached between them, placing her hand around his pulsing and already rock hard length—vaguely noticing the way it seemed to jump to life against her fingers as she stroked him gently.

"Swan…"

"We have to be quick and quiet."

And before he could say anything else, before he had the chance to deny her of this, she lifted her hips, took in a deep breath, and impaled herself onto his hard and throbbing cock—the length of him easily sliding past her already wet folds as she forced herself all the way down.

Pain.

Burning Pain.

It hurt.

God it hurt.

And she wanted more.

It took everything in her not to moan out loud, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her body struggled to adjust to his size— the feeling of him vibrating between her thighs nearly too much to take as sparking sensations danced their way across her skin and something liquid and hot pooled in her belly.

It was almost too much.

Almost.

Knowing their time was limited, that the others were nearby and could wake up at any second, she braced her hands on his tight and lightly muscled chest, dug her nails into the skin there and began to move, riding him and chasing the pleasure tinged ache that was slowly building inside of her.

And god she couldn't stop…and it was all because of that stupid kiss.

She moved over him hard and fast, her breathing coming out in short little pants, one hand still planted on his chest, searching for purchase, as her other traveled up her taut and quivering stomach— her spine arching, her breasts bouncing and her hair swinging loosely.

She could only imagine the wanton and shameless image she painted.

She could barely bring herself to care.

Faintly, over the sounds of the jungle around them and the soft noises tumbling from her lips, she could hear his broken and hushed grunts drifting up to her—the feel of his hand and hook digging into her hips as he gripped her roughly and pushed himself further into her causing a jolt and spike of heat to shoot through her veins. Biting back a moan, her free hand finding its way to her nipple to pinch and pull, she stilled her movements, allowing him to take over and thrust upwards, slamming himself in and out of her again and again and again, forcing her to bounce wildly on top of him.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" she mouthed the words silently, her eyes drifting downwards when his good hand suddenly shifted from her hip to her clit, the feel of his fingers dancing over her, rough and unforgiving, nearly doing her in—pressure, so much pressure, mounting inside of her with the harsh and unrelenting caress.

"I…"

"So wet for me Emma."

Oh.

God.

She was.

Oh God she was.

His cock was slick with her juices, the evidence of her arousal coating their thighs as she began riding him again, taking over once more.

"That's a good girl…fuck me…just like that."

He couldn't talk like that. He wasn't allowed to talk like that. Hearing him talk like that made her want to crawl her way inside of him, made her need more, made her want to ride him faster and fuck him harder.

"Shut up." She hissed the words, bending down so that her hair covered his chest, creating a pale gold curtain across them. Her lips just inches from his, she gasped—the sudden change in angle bringing him deeper into her. "Just…just shut up…you have to be quiet…you'll wake them."

He merely smiled at her words, a flash of bright white teeth—his expression somewhat smug, his grin undeniably devastating. And unable to take the knowing and arrogant smirk, she bent forward and captured his lips with hers; their tongues, dueling and possessive, battling with each other as she began to grind herself on him more furiously—the friction against her clit, the feel of him moving inside of her pushing her closer and closer to that looming edge.

It shouldn't feel this good.

It was a quick fuck.

I shouldn't feel this goddamned good.

That fucking, fucking kiss.

Swearing when his good hand moved up her body to tangle in her hair as he gained control of their kiss, she held her breath—the sounds of sticks breaking and someone stirring only driving on her desire as she struggled to keep quiet.

"Come for me darling." He breathed the words against her lips before kissing her deeply again, grunting when she shifted her angle. Her hips bucking faster, she chased her pleasure almost frantically—the sound of her pants and whimpers swallowed by his kiss.

She wanted to listen to him.

She wanted to come.

She felt as though she'd die if she didn't soon.

She needed it to be over.

The emotions she'd been trying so hard to deny since their stupid kiss were slowly sneaking up on her—hinting of lasting and refusing to go away. The longer they stayed joined together, the longer she allowed herself to be reckless and thoughtless, the harder it was to lose herself to feeling and sensation only—the promise of something more lingering in the back of her brain, threatening to make its way to her damaged and too fragile heart.

"I want to feel you. Come for me Emma."

Maybe it was because she was so tightly wound.

Maybe it was because it was so very wrong.

Maybe it was because she was suddenly feeling vulnerable and lost.

Maybe it was just because she knew they could be caught at anytime.

But the orgasm that took over her was blinding, her vision blackening out almost completely as it wracked her body mercilessly—the pleasure the most intense she had felt in weeks, months, years…

Ever.

It seemed to drag on forever, silent sobs falling from her lips as her entire body tensed on top of him, before shaking almost uncontrollably. Her walls clenching and gripping him tightly, the way he used her climax to his advantage to thrust into her, once, twice, before finding his own release only drawing out the intensity of her own seemingly endless pleasure as he pulsed warm inside of her before hotly leaking down her thighs.

Too much.

It was too damned much.

She wasn't sure how long it was before she caught her breath and came back to earth—seconds, minutes, hours…an eternity. Her limbs, shaky and weak, felt boneless as she pushed herself off of him quickly, the panicked voices in her head suddenly roaring to life as she stared down at his disheveled and thoroughly sated form.

She was an idiot.

"That was…I…um…" she swallowed over the lump in her throat, biting back her stuttering words, and refusing to acknowledge his deep sigh of contentment as he stretched leisurely on the ground at her feet.

And unsure what else to say—not with him acting so damn nonchalant and pleased—she shuffled away from him grabbing her clothes and hurriedly throwing them on, struggling with her boots and avoiding his burning stare as he laid quietly, apparently perfectly content with making no move to stop her from running.

And God she hated herself for even kissing him in the first place.

When she was dressed, when the realization of what she had done had settled itself heavily upon her, gnawing at her gut and echoing loudly in her brain, she turned to him, squaring her shoulders and composing her face into a mask of cool composure.

Get your walls up Swan.

No emotion.

"Breathe a word of this…" she paused her eyes narrowing when he shifted on the ground beneath her, placing his hook and hand behind his head and lounging back with the expression of a man well satisfied. Sighing—her lips raw from his kisses, her thighs trembling slightly, her body more than a little sore—she leveled him with an even glare. "Just don't say anything."

And turning from him, she made a move to leave, nearly groaning when she heard him sit up behind her, the sound of his voice, saying her name softly causing her to hesitate.

"Swan." His voice was quiet and faltered only slightly as he paused briefly, "this was not a one time thing." His tone, gentle and barely above a whisper held nothing but honest and sure conviction as he allowed his words a moment to sink in.

And God…

He was right.

And she hated him for it.

Or at least she wanted to anyway.

And unable to face him, unable to consider his statement, unable to even try to dissect the raging and chaotic emotions that were suddenly bombarding her brutally…

She left his tent.

Her legs wobbly and weak carried her quietly across the campsite as her thoughts consumed her and the lingering taste of him on her tongue and the phantom feel of his touch on her skin, taunted her mercilessly—the images flashing in her head threatening to remain there as a constant reminder of what had happened between them.

Trouble.

She was in so much trouble.

Casting her eyes over at her parents sleeping figures, taking comfort in the fact that Regina's breathing was still steady and even, she shuffled back to her tent, refusing to even chance a look behind her as she laid down quickly on the hard and unforgiving ground. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to shut off her brain, attempting to forget what she had just done, blocking out the still sensitive feeling that lingered between her thighs.

And shifting, moving onto her side, she glanced up at the vast Neverland sky, taking in the breathtaking sight of the millions of stars that twinkled and shone brightly above; her breathing coming in quicker as she suddenly and without warning saw herself in her mind's eyes riding Hook, his expression a mixture of pleasure, disbelief and pain, as he gripped her tightly and grunted softly; the image replaying over and over in her head—her thighs clenching together, her fingers twitching lightly and a soft groan of frustration escaping her lips.

And God she'd never, never, forgive herself for that stupid, stupid, stupid kiss…

END.

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