Eighth day! I just noticed that if I keep on track, the 12 day will fall on Christmas. So you might get two chapters before Christmas, I haven't figured out if I want to post on Christmas or not.
hopelessromantic0510- I didn't castrate him, but I did do horrible stuff to him.
Lisa1972-I like the remote control ship idea, but when I was writing that is not what came out.
Batsinmycake-I did not realize I need to put a warning like that on my chapters. This one might make you grin evilly and chackle. I know I did while I was writing it.
jjxox8d-I like to have him be sweet, made him a bit darker here, I think.
.xo-Pirate day? Isn't that everyday? I would really think you should give it a try. I did read your story. I liked it, even though I only read the first book of that series. I think it is always good to try and try again. My first story here didn't have great success, but this is my third story and it amazes me every time I get a review. So please write, I would love to read more of what you have.
deathrosekitty-Well now you won't have to guess. Here is the next one!
Enjoy. Warning I do kind of go darker here, a bit. I mention some really bad things, but I don't go much into them. Let me know what you think. If you want I can always revise and add more of it in.
Eighth day of Chirstmas
On the eighth day of Christmas my Swan girl gave to me: eight ships a fleeing.
It had been a good day for Emma Swan. She had woken up to Killian fondling her rear, which started another round of fantastic sex. That man was amazing, he was so attentive to her. Even when he had taken her against the door last night, he gave her just what she wanted and more. Henry had come down stairs that morning and they walked to school. He gave her a big hug before running over to Grace. She smiled, the kid has it bad. Work had be alright, nothing major happening. She left the sheriff's station at noon, leaving a sign on the door 'On Call'. The town had figured that she was always with her cell phone, so instead of calling the office they just called her cell so they could reach her day or night.
Killian found her before she even got to Granny's Diner. He snagged her around the middle, pulling her to him. "Hello, love." He breathed into her ear, watching her relax now that she knew it was him. "How about you and I go for a sail?"
She turned in his arms to look at him. "Sail?" She was curious about his ship, but never thought he might take her on it.
"Aye, just around the cove, nothing too adventurous." His hand sneaked up and brushed against her chest. "But with you there, it might just be the adventure of a life time."
Emma pushed his hand away laughing. "Will you not do that in public? I might have to arrest you for indecency."
He moved his hand to her ass, grabbing a handful and hauling to towards him. "I wouldn't mind being in cuff with you, lass. But only if we can break in that cell." He leaned in to whisper the last part. "I've been dreaming of that since you first put me in there. Care to act it out sometime?"
She blushed, feeling aroused at the idea. Would she ever get enough of him? "Maybe, later."
That brought an honest to God smile on Killian's face, and Emma couldn't help but return it.
Killian led her to the marina, where a small sailing vessel waited for them. She raised an eyebrow. "What not going to whisk me away on the Jolly Roger, never to be seen again?"
Hook gave a dark chuckle. "Lass, one day I will bring you aboard and have you met my crew, but we are not on our best behavior currently." His eyes darkened. "We are still dealing with our mutiny."
Emma stopped, pulling her hand out of his. "Mutiny? What is your crew doing?"
He stepped up to her, she could feel the anger in him. That rage that had made him infamous. "Torturing the bastard. Still not sure how I would like him to die." He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him, not letting her fight. "I'm a pirate, Emma. This is how I take care of what is mine." He was growling now, looking every bit as dark as the books had described.
Emma had her hands pinned against his chest, she clutched onto his jacket, to steady herself. "Killian, he is not worth it."
She got a sneer in reply. "Not worth it? Emma he claims that he loved you." His grip on her turned painful. "I've killed men for less. I want him regretting ever harming you. Abandoning you."
Even though she knew what he was talking about, even though she knew it was wrong to do this. How he claimed to protect her, to give her justice over a broken heart, thrilled her. She kissed him hard, and he responded in kind. This was rough, teeth gnashing, tongues dueling as rage and lust combated between them. She could taste blood in their kiss, but didn't know who it was from. Emma really couldn't care. She could feel the desperation, he wants her safe. A picture flashed through her mind, of how it might have been if the curse never happened. This kiss would have been their first, he would of made her into a pirate, drawing her away from family and friends to sail the seas with him, exploring new worlds forever after. It was intoxicating to think of it.
It was like something inside her knew, this is what it felt like to be in love, true love. When even their darkest side still calls to you and drags you under, only to find it keeping you afloat. They broke apart, breathing hard. He looked ready to take her right there on the docks, not caring who might see them. She shifted her eyes to the sail boat. "How about you explain it to me in the boat?" Killian kissed her again, tongue licking at wounds left behind from the first kiss. He looked wild when he pulled back. "How about I make you forget everything in that boat?" He dragged her the last few feet, before picking her up by her ass, securing her legs around him. He stepped onto the boat and set her down. Quickly he untethered the boat and set it sailing.
After Killian had set a course, he pulled Emma to him, pushing her against the wheel. He had made quick work of both of their cloths. Hiking on of her legs over his hip, he thrusted into her. He paused there, savoring the way she milked him. He growled when she wiggled her hips, trying to get him to move.
"Killian, don't stop." She pleaded. Emma want him to go hard and fast, not caring about anything but them, but he wouldn't move.
He ground his hips into her, liking the way it made her gasp in surprise. "Now that I have your attention." He snarled out. "I am going to give you a bit of advice, love." He pulled out and slammed back into her. "I will kill that boy and I won't let you stop me." He bit her neck hard. "You are mine." He started his rhythm, hard but slow, building her pleasure at the rough handling.
She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling roughly on it, drawing his mouth away from her neck. Emma bite his, feeling his hand squeeze her let in pleasure. "I don't care." She hissed back. "He has nothing on you." She sucked on his pulse point, feeling him growl, giving her a harsher thrust. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you." Emma bit his ear, then lavished it with her tongue. "I'm yours Captain."
Killian came bellowing her name for the world to hear. He pulled out, and started kissing his way down her form. He placed both of her legs on his shoulder, then started lapping at her wet heat. She screamed, taking in the sensation and falling over the edge, giving in to her own completion.
He had dragged her to the floor of the boat with him, hands wrapped possessively around her, breath hard. Killian brushed her hair away from her face, titling her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Emma, I."
She placed a finger on his lips. "I enjoyed it." She placed a kiss above his heart. "I wouldn't mind do that again." She gave him a wicked grin. "I like it rough, Killian."
Hook gave her a feral smile, bring her put to kiss her. "I would be more then happy too, but we have to at least drop anchor if we are going to continue." He kissed her forehead. "Would hate to drift too far out."
They dressed relatively quickly, hand each other their clothes. Killian groping her thrice before she was fully dressed. When Killian looked around he frowned, going to retrieve a spy glass for his coat pocket. Looking through it he whistled. "Lass I think we scared some people."
Emma had just gotten her boots back on. "What do you mean?"
He turned to look at her. "Well there are eight ships fleeing for here." He grinned. "I think they might have heard us."
Emma laughed, going to join him. "Well then, let's sail home. I think we have scared enough fishermen today." She pressed a kiss to his lips. The lust was still there, but the anger had all but evaporated into the salt-sea air.
Later that night, after Killian had quietly pleased his woman again. She lay wrapped in his sheets, sleeping peacefully. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, leaving the bed. He smiled when she rolled over the where he had just been, curling up in his still warm spot. He dressed quickly, leaving the room silent as a mouse.
He arrived just after midnight on the deck of the Jolly Roger. Neal Cassidy was hanging by his wrists attached to the mast. His feet just danging above the deck. He glowered at him. "Well boys, how did the bastard do?"
Mr. Smee trembled over to him. "Well, Captain. We keelhauled him, at your order, twice before he fainted on us." He fidgeted with his hands. "He is still alive, but he hasn't regained conscious since mid afternoon."
Captain Hook nodded. He looked about the sea, noting a storm was brewing. "Masthead this hornswoggler. That should wake him. Alright lads, keep he alive for ten more days and a trip to the tavern is one me."
The crew cheered, setting about to doing what the Captain asked. He walked over to Neal's unconscious body. "Ten more days, then I'll be ripping you heart out and feeding it to the sharks."
Well there you have it. So some words I used that people don't know.
Keelhauled-involved tying the offender to the main yard and attching weights to his feet. An oil-soaked rag was stuffed into his mouth to keep him from drowning, and then he was dragged under the hull and up the other side. In the process he would have the skin stripped from his back by the barnacles on the hull.
Masthead- punishment involving forcing someone t the highest part of the ship's mast, often during bad weather
Hornswoggler- a cheat or liar
Please review. Do you want to find out what happens to Neal? How will Emma react if she saw him? What will the nine dirty fights be about? What about those sharks a'swimming? Will they ever say I love you, just because? Do I ever run out of questions? See you next time.