Hello! I am sooooo sorry for the wait and I assure you I have not forgotten this fic. I was planning on leaving this until I can get my hands fixed, which could now be a 6-9 month recovery but I decided to surprise you with a long chapter as a gift for New Year.
Next chapter comes with a smut warning, if you don't want to read it you may want to skip the bit in the middle but it is a smutty angst chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with OUAT. Unbeta'ed.
Previously on Pearl of the Deep
The Jolly Rodger or Joy has been turned into a woman due to a clash of magic from the 'Pearl of the Deep Sea'. David, Emma and Killian are returning to the Enchanted Forest to seek the Pearl out and save Joy. They use the Black Fairy's wand to open a portal but Mr Gold takes it back leaving them trapped.
'I have kept my word Miss Swan. I have allowed you to borrow the wand and now I'm taking back what is mine.' He vanished in a poof of magic as the ship dipped into the portal.
'Crocodile.' Killian shouted as they left this land with no way to return.
'Crocodile you bloody devil, you Bastard, ahhhhh.'
The bow of the ship tipped down into the portal, jerking everyone forward, the water around them circling into the vortex. The hue of the sea mixed with the black and green swirls of portals magic, creating a spiral path for the ship to follow. Gripping tightly to the helm, he feared for his company and for his ship. 'Hold on my pet, hold on!' He could hear her creak and groan under the pressure that ripped them between worlds. Not being made of enchanted wood, he didn't know how long Hope would hold out. The spray of the sea burned his face as the wind whipped it around the ship. He could just about see David had pulled the girl down to him, one arm wrapped round them for support and the other clung to the lifeline rope connected to the mast. The groans became louder and he could see that the deck had begun to split. Killian strained to keep their course true and screamed out for strength, ramming his hook into the wheel, refusing to give up control.
Feeling the air escape around him and gasping, he could see the sky at the end of the portal, Come on just a few more seconds. The cracks in the deck became bigger, they almost cut through the width of the ship. With one last wish, the ship sprang into the air. Killian filled his lungs with the fresh sea breeze and gripped harder, if that were even possible, preparing for the impact with the ocean. Hope slammed into the water, creating a large wave on the calm sea of the Enchanted Forest.
'Mr Smee, report.' He loosened his grip and rubbed the spray from his eyes. Raising his head to the stars to see their familiar patterns in the midnight sky.
'Everyone present and accounted for Captain.' He could see his first mate remove his hat, wring it out while looking over the ship.
'Seems there is some damage on deck and keel but nothing too structural.' Mullins appeared from below deck, his voice thick with a upper class english accent. 'We'll need to take on supplies at our next port of call to make the repairs.'
'Mullins, get down to the briefing room and get my sextant and the map of the Enchanted Forest, then make your checks of the ship and make a list of the items we will need.' The man nodded at him and made his way back below deck.
Turning his attention to the royals and Joy, he could see that the girls had slumped against the deck both clearly beyond exhausted, the weight of the day taking it's toll. Tying the wheel down to keep true, he moved towards them and pulled Emma to her feet.
'Emma take yourself down to the cabin for the night, there is nothing you can do until we reach Bellamy Cay.' Looking into her eye's, his voice firm, giving her no room to argue. 'I will have some food brought to you both once you have slept.' Killian kissed her forehead, putting his hand on the small of her back, gently nudging her to move.
Emma was exhausted. Today had taken a lot out of her. What had Gold done? Why did he returned to acting like a villain? He had made such an effort with Henry since Neal's death, giving him a Saturday job in the shop, becoming part of their ever growing family. Taking away their way to return, how would she, or any of them, get back to Storybrooke now. Oh God did they know what he had done. So now, along with everything else, they would also have to find another way home.
Lost in her thoughts she took the steps, moving to the cabin placing her hands on the rails by her side to give her balance, sea legs not quite there yet. Emma could hear Joy behind her tripping, doing the same.
'Goodnight, I will be just in here if you need anything.' Pointing at the door to the Captain's cabin. Joy nodded at her and moved further down the deck to the guest quarters. Unlocking the latch she pushed open the door and made her way into the room, closing and slumped against it.
Larger than his old cabin, the room was on a slightly raised platform on the left as you walk in. Cabinets adorned the sides below window, the tops of which had stained glass patterns of ships sailing over rough waters. Dark red velvet curtains hung open letting moonlight streak in, casting the room in a faint silver glow with flashes of colour from the tinted glass. A tall bookcase and wardrobe covered the wall at the back wall with smaller thin rectangle window at the top. They were littered full of books and other trinkets, neatly organised in some sort of order she had yet to figure out. The wardrobe had hanging space filled with his leather garments along with a few of her own, draws were below for everything else. A hidden door split them down the middle leading to a concealed modern bathroom. Magically re-enforced one way glass covered the end wall and half way down the sides, giving the best view from inside the ship. They had put this in at Emma's insistence, she wanted nothing more than to get the the bath and bask in the view along with a few other fifthly desires she had planned. In the right hand corner stood a full length mirror, an ornate black desk and two matching chairs tucked in at either side, gold wisps were carved in the wood down the legs and round the sides of both. Papers, maps, quill and ink lay scattered upon the desk. Killian really didn't like pens, You can't get good script with those contraptions Swan. Taking a step down to the lower level, Emma sat at the foot of a small double bed facing the books, it too was decorated with the same black and gold motif. Aching, she removed her boots and fell back on the bed, sleep taking over her body.
Hours went by and Emma hardly moved, her body recuperating after such a trying day. As the sun began to fill the cabin with light, Emma's dreams came. Disjointed and incoherent, flashes of colour and sounds passes in front of her senses. The darkness lifting, coming into focus.
'Swan. Swan. Swan.' Killian was in front for her, shouting.
She was at Anton's atop the beanstalk. It looked the same and yet not at the same time. The edges of her vision blurred, unable to focus on anything not directly in front of her. She had not thought about this day in weeks. Even then she had trusted him and it had scared the shit out of her. No one had her trust that quickly not since Neal. When she had shackled him there, it was because she couldn't deal with him. She wished she could have just let him in then. Things could have been so different, so much pain could have been spared. Her body began to move closer to him. This is not what happened. She reach out seductively, fingers circling round his belt as he stood in shock, eyes never leaving her.
'Swan.' His voice now horse, barely above a whisper, afraid he'll frighten her off. Emma arched into his body, rising on to her toes and taking Killian's lips in hers. This is what she had really wanted to do. The man was sex on legs and he knew it. His hook flew around her back pulling her waist closer to his, his leather pants becoming tighter at her touch as he rubbed his arousal against her core. His kiss was demanding, more so than it had been in Neverland, the revenge driven pirate refusing to surrender to her. Emma smirked into the kiss, hearing the sound of chains being pulled tight as she ran her arms round his neck. Hook was trying to reach her. He loved to run his fingers through her hair while they kissed.
Breaking apart, Emma let out a light chuckle at her pirates frustration, running her hand gently up and down his hardening member. He sucked in a sharp breath, growling as he took her mouth again. His hook ran up under her top along her ribcage, pushing hard enough to draw a faint red line with the point but not so much to break the skin. Emma hissed is pleasure, arching further into his embrace, her right leg rising off the floor. Hook took this opportunity to hook her leg up and thrusting to her, giving the fiction they both desperately wanted. He moaned out her name, her first name. Emma pulled out of his reach, smiling at the wrecked man before her.
'Till next time Hook.' Turning and walking away.
The chamber faded. No, she didn't want it to change. She tossed around in bed, her top riding up exposing her abdomen, the faint trace of a scratch running down the side appearing on her skin. If anyone had been the the room they would have been amazed by the glow emanating from Emma while she slept. Her dream changed.
Emma was in Neverland. The thick air clung to her clothes, sticking to her skin.
'That all your father's life is worth to you?' He had challenged her, stepping into her space, eyebrows raised, lips smirking before pleading innocence. He was playing a game, a game this time she lose.
'Please. You couldn't handle it.' She would not give in that quickly, shacking her head, voice steady and calm.
'Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it.' His voice oozed sex, catching the T of 'it' in just the right way that made her core wet, alighting the desire deep within her. She remember this kiss. This kiss had kept her up for days, right up until the curse had separated them. Her eyes glanced between each of his seeing the same smug, cocky look she couldn't resist.
Grabbing the lapels of his jackets she crashed her lips against his just like last time. And just like the last time he stood frozen in shock at her actions as her hand ran through his hair, pulling him closer. His lips were like fire, softer then before and tasting of rum and salt. It was addicting. Pulling himself together he his hand ran through her hair, relaxing into her kiss taking a breath before driving back in, opening his mouth, exploring her uncharted lands as his hand ran down her neck and arm, trailing goosebumps in its wake.
Gripping him tighter, leaning into him, dominating the kiss, Emma pulled back before it could turn into more. Resting their foreheads together she could hear him mutter, still reeling from her action.
'That was, um.' Things would be different this time, Emma needed to feel him. To carry on the way she wanted to.
'Just the start.' She spoke, smirking into his lips taking them again. She wanted him like this. This was her dream after all. She needed him like this. 'Wait five minutes then follow me. If any one asks say we're off to go get some firewood or something.'
'As you wish.' The words from her favorite pirate growing up drew a sweet smile to her lips as she pulled back and turned, walking a little further from the camp to a small clearing, surrounded by tall grasses, trees and a large stone on the far side. Slowing pacing round the edge, her hands barely brushed the rock before a his hand curled round her waist, flipped her before he pushed her against it, hook resting on her hip. He had not even waited five minutes before seeking her out. His blue eyes had turn dark with lust, yet still giving her the opportunity to leave, ever the gentlemen.
'Killian.' Emma said the one word she knew would break him. Up until then she had only called him Hook, using it as another wall to hid behind. He groaned and lent into her neck, his stubble grazing her soft skin, burning as his torn down her skin. His kisses were hard and frantic, biting down when he reach her collar, marking the sensitive skin as his own. Moaning at pleasure of his movements only drove him further, driving her wild beneath him.
'Is this what you want Swan?' Popping the T's again, his breath catching her ear, nibbling at her lobe, sending shivers down her spine. Emma moaned out his name again, chest racing as he took her hands above her head, holding them down with his hook. His lips returned to hers, biting down on her bottom lip as she rolled her hips against his. The fiction so good and yet not enough. His hand slipped between them, fingers playing with the hem of her jeans, snaking, teasing the skin, finding the buttons. 'Tell me Swan.' Popping the top one. 'Are you wet for me love?' Then the next. 'Do you yearn for this pirate?' He popped the last and then stopped, finger hovering over the silk of her panties, peppering kissing back down her neck. 'Do you ache to be filled? To quiver around me? Are you going to come for me?' His voice should be illegal. Emma would love to see if she could get off on that alone. He probably could. 'Tell me Swan. Tell me want you need.'
'Just you. I want you to make me come. I want to feel in me as I fall apart.' Her words fell like a plea on her lips. So desperate to have him, Emma couldn't hold back for him. 'Please Killian.'
He smirked into her neck. 'As milady commands.' His lips moving round to take hers again as his fingers dipped under her panties, finding her soaking wet sex. He moaned at the feel of her, slamming her back against the rock loosing control, his hook releasing his hold but she still kept her arms there. He bit her lower lip, demanding his tongue entrance. He plundered her mouth, wrapping round each other as he displayed his dominance. His middle finger pressed hard against her clit causing her to gasp.
'So sensitive Swan.' Murmuring between kisses, starting the rub round in a circle, alternating the pressure. His hook started to pull her jeans down over her pert behind, giving him better access to her dripping folds, fingers moving from her bud to rub her opening, teasing her further. Emma closed her eyes, fully giving in to the feeling of him. She had never had dreams like these that were so vivid before. Every brush of his finger builder her closer. 'Gods Swan, so tight.' His finger entered her, easing slowly as she clenched around him. It had been so long since she had been with a man. Anyone in Storybrooke was out of the question after what had happened to Graham, but this man broke all her rules. His finger began to move faster, drawing out her orgasm slow and steady. He could sense that she was getting close and slowed. 'Not yet Love.' Speaking as his thumb brush over her aching clit.
'Please.' Emma begged, thrusting against his hand. 'Killian please.' Pleading out as he plunged in a second finger causing her a cry out. It felt beyond anything she had ever had before. He studied her, finding the places that drove her wild, increasing his pace, whispering encouragements as she came closer to the edge.
'That's it love. Don't hold back.' He added a third, her juices dripping down his hand. 'So wanton Emma.' She loved the sound of the name on his lips, a sinful prayer spoken from her pirate. She was so close. His fingers curled inside her, finding the point that tipped her over. 'Come for me Emma. Let me feel you.'
Emma saw stars, her orgasm rushing over her, feeling it in the tip of her fingers and down through her toes. She pulsed tight around him, calling his name over and over. He kept his finger moving, riding out every last moment as she bucked against him. Seconds, minutes, hours passed by and they stayed there. Lost in each other.
'Gods Emma you are beautiful when you fall apart.' He gave her a chased kiss, gently removing himself from her. She whimpered at the loss, missing the feeling of him inside of her already. It had been so much and not enough. Emma needed more. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked her essence. 'You taste divine darling.' Rolling his eyes behind his head at the scent of her. It felt empowering to have such a hold over him.
Killian stepped back from her, hand and hook resting on her waist till she was buttoned up and had found her feet, knees still a little shaky. She shivered at the touch of the cold metal on her skin, still sensitive, tingling all over.
'Till next time my Swan.' Taking her hand in his and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles before turning and walking back to the camp.
The Jungle was lost in a grey fog changing again. Tossing in bed, the sheet getting caught in her legs she glowed brighter. Eyes scrunched at the pain as chaffed skin appeared round her wrists, her chest panting, fingers clasping the pillows above.
She was sat on deck upon a crate sharpening her blade, the sun warming her skin while the cool breeze whipping through her hair. It was a glorious day, perfect for sailing, driving them along at a great speed. The crew were busy with their orders, Joy taking the helm while Killian and David sparred with each other. They had been at it for a good half an hour now, both unwilling to be out done by the other. Emma had to admit it was distracting for a number of reasons.
Firstly, it was suppose to be practice, a way to keep their skills up, not a full on sword fight. Within minutes of them starting, it had spiraled out of control. They had agreed on term of victory. 'The first to draw blood wins.' Emma had given up getting between them, it was better to just let them work it through. Soon they were flying across the deck, weaving around the crewmen who had stopped working and began to place bets, all but Joy picking their Captain.
Secondly, the banter between them was bordering on embarrassingly bad. Killian pulling cheap shots at her father, every sentence dripping with a double meaning meant for her. His eye flashed at hers loosing his focus on more than one occasion. Still it brought a smile to her face.
Lastly, Killian was currently only wearing his black cotton shirt, his leather jacket and waistcoat discarded very early on, the prince was a skilled swordsman and required his full attention. Sweat dripped off the man, the fabric clinging to his skin, outlining the contours of his finely toned abs. Emma slipped with her stone cutting her right palm on the blade. Killian lunged at David shoulder, eyes trained on Emma as she stretched out her hand, the blood dripping from her hand as see took a spare scrap of sail to bind it with. The prince dodged the blow, exploiting his opponents distraction and nicked his thigh, it was only small but it was enough.
'Too bad, seems I have bested you at last Hook.' David said brimming with pride having not noticed his daughters pain. The men threw pouches of coin at Joy, muttering curses, she caught them with one hand, laughing at her luck. Sheathing his sword, pulling the Captain to his feet Killian spoke to David, turning Emma's way.
'Even the best of men can bee distracted by their treasures mate.' She hated when he fought, she worried for him. He always had his eyes on her thus was often caught off guard, usually getting through unscathed. Just because he had a few centuries experience didn't mean she had to like it. He knelt next to her pulling a flask from off a near by crate and pouring it over the cut.
'So now you want to be a gentleman.' Remembering her words from their past as he started to wrap the fabric over her broken skin.
'I'm always a gentleman, my love.' Finishing wrapping her hand up, again using his teeth to tighten the knot. 'Is everything all right love. You looked vexed?'
It changed again. Emma got worried about the last dream, it felt different and yet the same. That had happened on the beanstalk, at least the last part had. She had seen this before but not like this. Had she made this up. It felt so real but so did all dreams when you are in them. The white sheets on the bed stained red from the blood running out of her right palm. Her breath began to quicken, pain furrowed her brow, Emma began to thrash in her sleep. Her voice getting louder, shouting our indistinguishable words. The white glow of before changing red as her dreams changed to her nightmare.
Emma appeared on deck of the ship again but it was a different day. The sky was overcast, the dark grey clouds gaving no clue as to the time of day. A large galleon bearing a blood red flag fluttering violently in the strong winds pulling up on the Hope's port side, a blood curdling laugh lingering in the distance.
'Give up Hook. You know you're out gunned, out manned and out matched. Leave his port for us and you can leave with your lives.' The voice boomed over the sound of the sea, magically carried over the waves. Killian looked over at David then herself, all nodding in agreement, gripping their weapons ready to strike. Joy holding their course, her small frame fighting with the helm to bring them close to the enemy ship.
'Never.'
'So be it. Fire' A cannon ball came flying through the air, hitting the main mast and splitting the wood into pieces. Emma raised her arms to try and protect her face from the blast as she slammed back into the deck. She could feel the shards slicing her skin across her collarbone and down her arm. She could her Killian barking out orders, David shouting out to her to help.
'Emma use you magic! Help us Emma!' Her feet felt wet. Looking down she could see blood forming around them but it was not from her. Killian was on the deck, a large splinter of wood penetrating his chest. Emptiness filled his eyes. He was gone. The darkness creeped around her vision as she knelt next to him cupping his face.
'No Killian, no, I can't loose you.' Everything was disappearing around her, sight, sound and the feelings it left her with.
Killian made it through the night watch, opting to give every one else rest while he plotted their course. They were about three or four days away, depending on the wind, until they reach port. All in all, they had arrive pretty close to where they wanted to be. Emma never fail to astound him with her magic. With help from David the course was laid, and rest was to be taken.
The journey had gone smoothly, they were making good time. The sea was calm and the stars shone bright. He was on another adventure with his Swan. There lives had been so calm over the last few weeks, amazing but not what he was used to. Out here on the sea was refreshing. He checked on Emma some time later while taking some tools from the room.
Joy came to relieve him at dawn, the true sailor within her unwilling to stay in bed beyond first light. He was more than happy to relinquish the helm. He had been up for twenty-four hours straight. Thanking her and bidding a good morning, he made for the galley picking up breakfast before returning to their cabin to join her in sleep.
Close to the door he could hear her shouting, screaming out in pain. Slamming through the door, the basket of food lay forgotten in the corridor. he found her.
'Emma. Emma.' She was screaming in her sleep, completely tangled in the sheets, thrashing around, tears streaming from her eyes.
'No Killian no.' She was dreaming about him. His heart ached for her, shaking her shoulder, trying to pull her from her nightmare. 'No I-...I can't lose you too. Please Killian don't leave me all alone.' Her voice pleading for him. Taking her tight in his embrace, cradling her head in hand, he spoke, reassuring her with his voice and touch.
'Emma love, I'm here. I will never willingly leave you. Please love wake up.' Emma jerked awake pushing against his chest before coming too. 'Shhh love, Shhh. It's ok. I have you.' Seeing his face she relaxed into his arms letting him comfort her. He had never seen her this unguarded, so open as she sobbed in his chest. He held her there for a long time, never moving just muttering support to her, patient for her to let it all out. After she had calmed and had been silent for a while he spoke to her.
'Swan?' Her eyes flickered open, blinking at him, forcing them to focus. 'Emma?'
'How long have I been out?' She asked, avoiding the questions on her tormented dreams. Her eyes looked every where but his. She knew that if she did, he would read her but she need to see that he was ok first, hands running through his chest hair, feeling the pumping heart beneath.
'Not long, we should be in the Cay in a few days or so.' She couldn't bring herself to look away once she fell on his eyes. They still rang with hurt and pain. He broke from them to look down her neck, his hand moved her top to the side to see dark purple bruises and small cuts that hid underneath.
'Emma. What... when did this happen? These were not here before.' He moved his head lower to kiss the sore skin. His lips were gentle, soothing to the touch.
Looking down she could see that they were the ones from her dreams. Pulling her top up at the side to get a better look of her skin she could make out the thin line from the first dream, when he ran his hook over her ribs. Her wrists had chaff marks along with bruises she felt on her shoulder blades from her time against the rock in the seconded dream. Her right palm was freshly cut mirroring the scar on her left. Heart racing and breath labored she clambering out of bed, pushing him aside in hast. She moved to the mirror, leaning on the desk and tried removed her top over her head to get a better look but faltered, her body refusing to do as asked.
'Let me help love.' Emma flinched as his hand touched her shoulder. Recoiling back, Killian gave her some distance, giving her space to let him in.
What had happened to her while he was above deck? She had never left the ship. He had gone to check on her not a few hours ago and all seemed fine. She had looked angelic, golden locks spread on the pillow like a halo.
'Emma, talk to me. Let me in.' He look at her eyes in the mirror, hoping to convey trust. She nodded and began to raise her arms. He took the fabric in hand, pulling it up to her shoulder then hooking the rest getting it over her head. Once exposed he could see the extent of her injuries.
He rushed next to her running his fingers over her skin. Her lower neck, collarbone, shoulder, arm, ribs and waist down her left side were littered with cuts and gashes, some of which had debris embedded in them. The skin angered red, some of the blood had begun to dry and break off in places. Her eyes spoke to him more than any of her words could. Fear. Her normal sharp green eyes looked sickly pale, almost stripped in colour. Her free hand tracing each cut of her body, unable to believe what she saw.
'What the hell is going on?'
It really got away from me this one did.
Seconded attempt at smut so I would love any feedback and pointers you may have, keep it constructive though, don't be mean. Any way to get better. Reviews feed my muse so don't be shy.