This combines two prompts
6. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" and 15. "So, I found this waterfall…"
Captain Swan, Enchanted Forest AU
"Excuse me, princess. Is there a reason why you're naked in my bed?" Captain Hook asked, his pants already tightening in a certain area at the sight of Emma, the Swan Princess, naked on the bed of his cabin.
"I got tired of waiting for you to come to my bed, Captain. So I came to yours…" She purred at him.
"I've been hardly in port for less than 24 hours, your highness. Were you that desperate? You could have attended to your needs while waiting for me to pay you a visit." He smirked devilishly at her while he removed his coast, boots and vest.
"I've been doing that for the past few months, Hook. I'm craving something a little more substantial." She raised her eyebrows mischievously at him.
She was going to be the death of him, he'd always known that.
"Really?" He said as he approached the bed slowly, taking in the sight in front of him. No matter how many times he'd seen it, he never got tired of her beauty. "There were no guards that could keep you entertained? Or some of the princes I hear you are going to marry, love?" He said as he slowly sat on the bed, his hand caressing her leg and reaching her thigh.
She shivered at the contact. "Yes, I'm sure the bar wenches also kept you entertained…" She replied back, her hand covering his, her fingers intertwining with his.
He leaned in, his body hovering over hers. "There were no wenches, you know that." He said, his tone changing from tease to utter devotion.
"There were no guards and no princes. You know that too." She replied, adoration in her voice.
"I've missed you, Emma." He said, his nose nuzzling against hers in a tender gesture.
"I've missed you too, Killian." She said as she kissed him softly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, enjoying the elated feeling of being finally in his arms.
"Do you have to get back soon?" He asked, placing lingering kisses on her throat.
"They left for the summer castle on a hunting trip; we have a few days…" She said.
"Good." He replied before capturing her lips again and proceeding to renew his devotion for her.
He was hers. He'd always been hers. From the moment Lieutenant Killian Jones, from King George's Royal Navy, had set foot on the castle in a diplomatic mission with his brother Liam and saw her, he was completely hers. He had fallen in love with her the moment her green eyes looked directly at him and she smiled.
That had been seven years ago. Today, after a fatal trip to Neverland where he lost his brother and his hand, being betrayed by his king and becoming a ruthless pirate with a reputation for bloodlust and unforgiving, he was still hers.
She'd always been his. From the moment the Swan Princess laid eyes on the shy Lieutenant, from the moment he took her hand on his and placed a lingering, chaste kiss, she knew she loved him. And the stolen moments they had during his diplomatic mission were a confirmation of that.
They professed their love to one another the night before he left to Neverland, and she knew from the moment she'd slept with him that she would never belong to anyone else.
It didn't matter to her when the stories of his betrayal to his kingdom reached her, the stories about an unmerciful, ruthless pirate.
She waited. She waited until one night he came to her, risking all the guards in the palace just to see her. He cried in her arms for the loss of his brother, for the betrayal of a corrupt king, for the loss of his honor and his kingdom. And she held him, whispering comforting words in his ears, holding him against her, making sure he knew he was not alone, that he was still loved by someone. That he was still loved by her. And the pirate vowed his love to the princess one more time, the one thing he had left in the world.
It had been seven years of secret encounters and stolen moments. Of nights spent on his cabin, with his crew out for the night, or in her chambers, escaping before dawn. But they had never faltered.
Late that night, he held her in his arms. "You do believe me when I tell you there were no wenches, right?" He asked as he lifted her chin so she could meet his blue eyes, "You are the only one, Emma. You were my first, you are my one, you'll be my last, love."
"As are you…" She replied kissing him softly. "I just wish we could have more than this. I miss you when you are gone, Killian."
He sighed, "I know, love. But if you marrying a plain lieutenant was already a long chance, you dallying with a pirate is unthinkable. As much as your father tolerates me now, and it's only because I'm his double agent and informant, he'd never allow this." He pulled her tighter to him, determined to enjoy the moment they had. "You have to be careful, love. George was never fond of your father and I'm afraid he'd make a move against your kingdom eventually. I've already warned your father; that was the reason why I was not by your side the moment I made port. I had to go meet him." He looked at her. "Turbulent times are coming our way, princess. And I might not be able to be here all the time to protect you. You have to be careful."
"I will." She said, her hand caressing his cheek.
"Promise me, Emma."
"I promise, Killian."
He leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss, ready to make the night count.
Early in the morning, he finally convinced her to leave the cabin.
"Princess, I'm hardly at dry land. And while I love the sea, I have the need to feel firm land against my feet from time to time." He smiled as he embraced her tightly, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. "While coming back from one of my meetings with your father I found this beautiful waterfall. It's not far from here. Come with me?" He pleaded placing kisses on her neck.
She let him do a little more convincing before finally agreeing.
It was liberating, she had to recognize that. Dressed in plain clothes, a burlap sack with a few things and trekking the forest, her hand holding his. It was so commoner, so normal. They'd never had that in all the years they'd been together.
He was right, the waterfall was beautiful; and so was the lazy afternoon spent sitting in his arms, eating, whispering nonsenses to each other, kissing.
She sighed deeply at one moment, bringing him out of the daze he was in, "We should be getting back." She said. "It's quite a walk back to the Jolly."
"There's a cottage not far away." He said as he brought her to his arms again. "We can stay there for the night."
"Killian, we most certainly can't!" She said. "What if the owner comes and finds us? I cannot risk you being imprisoned…" She started fretting but he put his finger to her lips, kissing her temple.
"It's mine, princess. I acquired it the last time I was here…. I thought it might come in handy to have a place for… you know... us." He said as he trailed kisses to her cheek. "I get tired of sneaking out of your chambers and miss waking up with you, love."
She smiled and kissed him slowly, lazily.
It was a beautiful cottage. Small but clean, homely and very much everything they needed to spend a few blissful days together.
But their time together always came to an end, and she laid in his arms that last night, whispering to him.
"I could run away with you…" She offered.
"It's too dangerous… I'm already a target, love." He sighed. "If you were to be on my ship with me and George finds out, he can go after your family, he can come after us. Not to mention, your father's army will also come after us." He looked at her. "You're the heiress to the throne, Emma. The Swan Princess. I can't keep you from your destiny."
She smiled sadly… "I don't care about my destiny. I care about being with you."
He kissed her slowly, his lips molding into hers, his heart beating faster just by being with her. "I know… we just have to wait and take what we can, love." He looked at her with his piercing blue eyes. "We might not be able to say it to the world, but we are together. To you I vow my love, my fidelity, my allegiance. To you and only you." He spoke the words passionately, solemnly, his vows to her renewed each time he'd seen her.
"And to you I vow my love, my fidelity, my allegiance. To you and only you." She replied fervently.
She reached for his hand and she slowly took off his rings. She removed the ring she had on her middle finger, a thick engraved silver band with a blue stone.
"It used to belong to James." She said.
"Aye, the dissolute uncle." He smirked and she looked at him scornfully.
"I love this ring; it reminded me of the color of your eyes…" She said as she slowly slid it on his ring finger. "Take it." She whispered. "I know we cannot say it to the world, but I'm done pretending that you don't belong to me…"
"I do." He vowed kissing her.
He pulled away as he reached for his own rings, retrieving the engraved band with a ruby stone. "It was my family's." He said. "Liam used to have it and I took it after he died. It's one of the last memories I have of him. I want you to have it… you're my family, Emma. My love, my everything. I'm done pretending you don't belong to me." He said.
"I do". She vowed kissing him.
She was there by the port to see him off, tears running on her face.
And then King George took her parents prisoners and she was able to barely escape. She put her younger brother in safety hiding, but she refused to stay with Red in a hidden spot. She headed to the cottage and waited.
The moment Killian heard the news; he turned his ship back faster than humanly possible, and reached port in record time. He wasted no time, didn't hesitate for a second and headed to the cottage to find her.
And everyone witnessed in awe as the Swan Princess gave Captain Hook control of the remainders of their kingdom's army and navy and boarded the Jolly Roger with him, determined to rescue her parents.
Captain Hook wasted no time in explaining to anyone why he was holding the Swan Princes by his side, why he was grabbing her hand as if he had every right to do it, why he escorted her to his cabin and placed his hand on her lower back. He didn't even flinch at the massive gasps when they saw him reaching out and embrace her, kissing her temple. He didn't care. He had one mission in life, and it was ensuring her safety and rescuing her parents.
And he did. He commanded the ships with ruthless accuracy. And he fought dirty. He didn't care about honor, not when her family was at stake.
When King David and Queen Snow were finally safe and sound, reunited with their son and their daughter, Emma felt it was time. She looked at them with tears in her eyes, but a peaceful determination. She resigned her claim to the throne. She resigned her status. She only asked to retain the title of Swan Princess, but from now on, she refused to live a life without Killian Jones by her side. She'd waited eight years for this moment and she was done waiting.
Killian stood by her side, holding her hand and willing to protect her, to yield her from everything. He was done waiting as well. He was done pretending he didn't love Emma more than anything in this world or any other.
And Killian Jones lived the remainder of his life with the Swan Princess by his side, blissfully happy with their children in that little cottage nearby the waterfall.