This is rated M

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"Here's the plan" He says in his raspy voice and thick accent while wrapping a scarf to her hand. "We wait for the giant to fall asleep. When he does, we'll sneak past him into his cave. It's where the treasures are…" He keeps talking and all she can think of is that she's never seen anyone with such a perfect jawline. What the fuck is wrong with her? She needs to focus.

"That's where the compass lies…" He says before looking into her eyes as his mouth goes to the scarf and oh my fucking god he's tying the scarf with his mouth. He's tying that scarf with his fucking mouth while looking at her with those blue eyes underneath those long eyelashes. He's staring at her like he wants to have his mouth all over her and oh my god, she wants him to.

"And then…?" She can barely speak the words.

"And then we run like hell." He says huskily as he finishes tying the scarf and still has his eyes on her.

She wants him… Fuck, she wants him badly and she cannot remember when the last time she'd wanted someone like this was. Years. Granted, she had not had sex since arriving in Storybrooke and even before that, it had been a while in Boston. And her entire world has been turned upside down (she broke a curse, fairytales are real and her parents are the epitome of True Love) and she's in a strange land trying to find her way back to her son… this is too much: she's tired, she's frustrated, she needs to lash out and apparently, they need to wait for a giant to fall asleep.

And Captain Hook, who is sexy as hell and just tied a scarf to her hand with his fucking mouth, is looking at her with the most sinful look she'd seen in a while. He raises his eyebrows and she loses it.

"Oh for crying out loud…" She says before closing the space between them and crashing her lips to his. He steps back one second being caught by surprise before he stands firm and kisses her back with such force that she feels she's going to explode. His hand tangles in her hair, grabbing her and pulling her to him while his tongue licks her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and his tongue takes her by complete surprise. It's an explosion of senses, the way he firmly strokes her mouth, his left arm circling her waist and pressing her against his body. She tilts her head to kiss him better and she hears the groan in the back of his throat. It skyrockets all the physical feelings she is having. Her hands grab his hair, pulling him forcefully to her. He leaves her mouth to trail kisses down on her neck, his stubble tickling her skin in the perfect way. Of course he'd be fucking perfect at finding all the places that have her wet and wanting in less than five minutes. She gasps and feels his smirk against her skin and it drives her insane. He slows down his kisses, slowing the pace as he carefully removes her leather jacket from her shoulders, carefully trailing her arms with his hand and hook while he kisses her deeply, slowly. The change in the tempo is driving her crazy in the best way, it takes her from feeling desperate to feel the sensuality in his movements and she can barely breathe as she starts undoing the clasps of his vest until she finally removes it from his broad shoulders. Her hands travel his shoulder blades and she feels him sigh at the feeling.

He breaks his kissing to look at her and she can see the desire in his eyes, mixed with surprise and admiration. His hand cradles her face and he leans in slowly, almost searching for another confirmation. She slowly leans into him and his lips capture hers softly, slowly, almost caringly and it's almost too much, she's feeling too much and she wants to pull away and run, but his thumb caresses her chin and somehow that makes her feel safe. She sighs as she pulls her arms around his neck and she kisses him back faithfully, leaving her fears behind her for the first time in more than a decade.

His hand moves to caress her lower back, his fingers finding her skin underneath her shirt and she gasps at the touch that ignites a fire within her and she hastily pull his shirt out of his pants as her hands move underneath to touch his chest. He growls in her mouth and she bits his lip from the elated feeling of hearing him growl again.

He breaks the kiss to look at her one more time, "Are you sure, love?" He asks panting, his eyes looking at her, desire pooling from every pore of his body, the heat wrapping her, suffocating her, making her want to surrender.

"Oh, yes." She says as she grabs his hair and pulls him to her, crashing her lips with his and quickly undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt. He breaks the kiss as he frantically searches the open space and then he smirks. He bents down to pick up his vest and her jacket and throws them his left arm before grabbing her hand and pulled them out of the plain view and into a more secluded corner.

He lets go of her hand to carefully place his vest on the floor along with her jacket. He turns around grabs her by the hips, bringing her to him as he kisses her one more time, his hand caressing her side until he finds he breast and she gasps at his touch. His hook presses her hips against his and she can feel the bulge in his pants and it's driving her insane so she grinds her hips against his. He groans in her mouth and he breaks the kiss to bit playfully down her neck and into her collarbone and shoulder and she'd be embarrassed by her moaning if it weren't for the fact that she's having too much of a good time to care about it. His hand leaves her breast and she moans in protest but then his slipping his hand behind her shirt and it feels much much better. He breaks his attentions to remove her shirt carefully and his eyes are filled with lust and sin and awe and she feels her desire pooling down on her as she carefully removes his shirt in return, her hands caressing his skin and the touch is driving her wild with need. He tenderly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, biting his lower lip before pulling her down so she's laying down and his body hovers over hers and he kisses her one more time on the lips before trailing down kisses down her chest and breasts, his hand firm on her hips as he grinds his hips against her core. Her leg hooks on his waist and she moves in rhythm with him, her hands caressing every single part of him she can touch: his face, his hair, his back. The texture of his skin feels wonderful underneath her fingertips and his mouth on her body is making her gasp with a need so deep she cannot begin to even make sense of it. And her body clearly doesn't want to, because she's moving against him and they are both panting and gasping and she loves it. His hand finds the button of her jeans and pops it open. He looks confused for a second and she reaches out to zip down her jeans and he stares marveled before recovering and tugging her pants and underwear down with a devilish smirk. The same one he had when the tied the scarf in her hand and started all of this. She reaches to undo the laces of his pants and pulls them down as he kisses her frantically again. His hand reaches to her core and rubs her lazily and she moans in his mouth. He smirks at her before start trailing kisses down her stomach and she guesses his intention but her hands bring his face back to hers.

"We don't have time for all that…" She says as she's looking at his playful eyes.

"Next time, then." He practically purrs in her ear and her hand reaches to stroke him. He moans as his hips move against her hand until it becomes too much and his hand reaches her and removes it. He positions himself at her entrance and he leans down to kiss her softly as he enters her slowly, carefully, making her gasp at the feeling. He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against hers as he gives her time to adjust. He sighs in contentment and she can see the pleasure etched in his face and it drives her mad with need.

"Hook…" She urges him and he opens his blue eyes and looks at her with a pleading look.

"Killian…" He whispers.

"Killian…" She whispers against his cheek and he slowly starts to move, his hips rolling slowly against hers and once again is almost too much because he's not fucking her, he's making love to her and she cannot remember when the last time she did that was. Fuck, she remembers and she doesn't want to go there, her mind does not want to go there, not now. Because it scares her and she does not want to feel scared, not this time; because as crazy as it seems, she feels safe right now, at the top of a beanstalk while a man she barely knows is making love to her like nobody else has before.

He presses a kiss in her neck and whispers "Swan" in her ear and his voice is full with such sentiment that she moans just from hearing it, while she bucks up her hips and meets him stroke by stroke. He grunts as his hand caresses her thigh and he starts to pick up the pace, still rolling his hips against hers as he finds a rhythm that has her panting and moaning. Her hands caress his back and she traces his scars with her fingers. She feels herself close, she feels how everything tightens around her and fuck, it hasn't felt this way, she doesn't remember ever feeling like this: it's almost too much and yet it does not seem to be enough. She doesn't seem to get enough of him. He senses how close she is and he slows down and it drives her insane and she moans a protest but then his hand reaches to touch her and she sees stars and she's barely holding it together. He leans down to kiss her fiercely as he increases the rhythm of his thrusts and his hand rubs her and she feels herself falling and she moans his name as she comes and he captures her lips in his, riding her orgasm as he keeps thrusting a few more times until she's done trembling and then he slows down before his movements become erratic again and suddenly he's coming too and she pulls his face to hers and kisses him as he grunts and collapses on top of her, panting heavily.

It takes a moment for his breathing to even out and he lifts his upper body slowly, still hovering over hers and he takes a look at the blonde underneath him and his breath catches in his throat. He doesn't remember when the last time he made love to a woman was. Fuck, he does remember and it's been centuries and he never thought he'd ever do it again. But as he was set to fuck the princess that bested him something in him had snapped and somehow he drowned in her and came out loving every minute of it.

He leans down to capture her lips in a soft, sensual kiss one more time before slowly disentangle from her, lying on the floor and pulling her to him. She rests her head on his chest and he caresses her hair. After a few moments, he bents down his head as his hand finds her chin and lifts it up so she can look at his earnest blue eyes that are looking at her with a mix of confusion and amusement. He smiles at her.

"You know, Swan, for a lass like you, I'd consider switching sides for the long haul." He whispers as he leans in closer to her, his lips almost touching hers, giving her the final decision.

"Good." She whispers before kissing him.