Title: lessons

AUTHOR: obisgirl
Rating: nc-17
Characters: Killian/Emma

Summary: Fairytale land – AU. Emma is a princess on the verge of becoming a woman but wants more out of life than what her parents can give her, so she makes a wish to be swept away which translates into being kidnapped and sold at a slave auction to one Captain Killian Jones.

A/N: The Evil Queen's curse never happened. Beta'd by zeldabel.

Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are property of Disney and Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. This fanfic is for pure entertainment.

"A thank you would be nice," Jones comments upon escorting her back to his ship. "You know for buying your freedom; you could have ended up with one of those ugly pigs and you wouldn't like it,"

Emma still isn't talking; he's a pirate and according to her mother, not be trusted even if he did free her. Jones

sighs, escorting her down under to his quarters. "Fine, you don't want to thank me for saving your life that's your problem but I'm the only who can help you get back to your family," he continues.

She just stands there, refusing to even look or talk to him. Pirates are not be trusted, pirates are not be treated, she repeats in her head.

"The fact is, sweetheart, I saved your life and a simple thank you would normally be enough," he adds, "but I need more and you can help me,"

Emma steps away from him but he suddenly pulls her close, struggling to free herself from his grasp. "Let me go, you pirate!" she cries.

"Finally, words!" he laughs.

"Whatever you want, you're not getting it from me," she seethes.

He looks at her curiously, grinning madly. "Oh you think that the reason why I purchased you was because I have some animalistic desire to ravish you," he teases and looks down briefly at her breasts before glancing up at her again. "while it is very tempting that is not the reason why I bought your freedom, love,"

"Then, why did you if it wasn't to rape me?"

"You see, I have an unusual predicament," he starts, "I'm a pirate,"

"Yes, I can see that," she retorts.

He smiles. "I'm not done with my story," he says, "I'm a pirate but I'm also a bankrupt one; I don't have enough money or gold to maintain my crew. I pay them on a salary, I have to give them some sort of incentive to continue sailing with me,"

Emma shakes her head. "So, you're bankrupt and your solution is what? Buy my freedom so you can pass me

around to each of your men to keep them happy so they'll stay a part of your crew?" she asks incredulously, "that is a horrible plan, not to mention, disgusting,"

"I had thought of that," he muses, smiling, "but there are drawbacks to it: the possibility of you dying either in a duel or via disease. But that's not my plan; my plan is to use you as a hostage and bargain for the best price, enough so I can pay my men and keep them happy,"

Emma doesn't say anything but is less impressed. "I hate to disappoint you but I'm no one important so you're wasting your time if you think my parents would shell out a fortune because you'll likely only get two gold pieces; and they're very small. You would only be able to feed yourself and none of your crew," she says, smiling. "so, good luck with your plan, Captain,"

"I'm a lot more practical than you think, darling," he smiles, "there is a reason why I didn't bid on any of the

other girls in that square. It's because I know who you are, Emma,"

Emma freezes and looks worriedly at him. "You aren't a nobody, Emma; you are a very important lass, one would almost say regal," he says.

Emma pushes away from him and scrambles to leave but the door is locked. "How would you even know that?"

"It doesn't matter how I know but I am not letting you leave here and fully expect you to cooperate for your own safety, darling," he says and sits down on his bed, patting the space beside him. "I'm not going to bite, I promise,"

The Princess sighs, reluctantly walking over to the bed and sits beside him. "My proposition is simple: you write a note to your parents saying you are my captive and I demand an expensive ransom for your release. I'll keep to my terms if I am satisfied with the amount they counter offer with," he explains. "How's about $12,000 gold pieces to start?"

To his surprise, she bursts out laughing, nearly loosing her balance. "$12, 000 gold pieces, really? I'm a bonafide princess and only child of Snow White and Prince Charming and you think I'm worth $12,000?"

He shrugs. "It seemed reasonable in my head,"

"It's an insult," she retorts, "If you want them to believe you, you have to up the ransom because they will not believe you have me with that offer,"

"What do you suggest then?"

Emma stands up and starts pacing, working out the math in her head. "Triple it," she says finally, "$36,000 is still low but it's a reasonable first asking price,"

"First?" he queries

"I trust you do know how to negotiate," she says, "because I want something else in return for helping you,"

Jones studies her carefully. "And what could you possibly want in return, other than your freedom," he reasons, staring intently at her.

"Tomorrow night is my eighteenth birthday, my mother was planning a big birthday ball bash with the intent of setting me up with one of the suitors," she explains, "but I don't want to be married, at least not now anyway. I want to be free, explore the world and.."

"And?"

Emma looks back at him, tilting her head. "...my own sexuality," she whispers.

Jones stares dumbfounded back at her, contemplating what she's asking him. It isn't every day that a princess

offers to have sex with him on the spot but he's not about to argue either, quickly undoing the belt on his pants.

Emma frowns at him. "What are you doing?"

"You want to have sex, I will happily oblige," he says, "just so you know, sex with a pirate can be dangerous but something tells me that you're a quick study,"

Emma stalks over towards him and places a hand on his belt, stilling his hands and he looks at her. "If you think I meant fucking me like a common whore, you really don't understand women, especially this one," she retorts.

He sighs. "All right, what did you mean by that statement then?" he asks.

"Like I said, tomorrow night I will be turning eighteen years old and it's a big turning point in my life," she

continues, her mouth going dry at the thought of what she is trying to convey, "I've read stories about what it's like to be with a man, to become one but I haven't had the proper opportunity to full explore what it's like: I want you to help me,"

Jones walks passed her, standing in front of the door and looking away. "If I am understanding you right (and I hope I am this time), you want me teach you about sex?"

"Well, more than sex," she rambles, "Sex is easy but what I'm curious about are the emotional and sensual bond; what makes a man and woman continually drawn to each other, to lay in the other's arms night after night?"

He clears his throat, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable about the direction and tone of the conversation but this isn't a joke.

"Captain please," Emma pleads, coming over to him and wrapping her arms around his chest. "Oblige me this one request? It's not like you hadn't thought of it when you saw me,"

"Now who's insulting who?"

Emma sighs, working her hands across his chest underneath his shirt and he breathes raggedly against her. "It isn't a bad proposition," she continues, "we both get something that we want, something that we crave..." Emma turns him around and pulls him closer until she feel his growing erection against her dress.

Jones stares into her eyes, morally debating the consequences of her proposition as she calls it. This is no ordinary girl he picked up at auction but a princess and a very clever one at that. She knows what she wants and isn't embarrassed to say as such, something he truly admires in her but he's not convinced that she really knows what she is asking.

She is still seventeen after all, a girl who busies her days reading erotic novels to keep herself entertained and no doubt, learned a thing or two from them. Why would she need him?

"You can't understand what you're requesting," he says finally, "you're seventeen, and this has to be the sickest joke anyone has ever played on me,"

"You think I'm joking?"

He shrugs. "Or crazy," he reasons, "I've been with plenty of women and while they don't make the demand that they want me to teach them about sex, coming from a princess, it sounds blasphemous not to mention ridiculous,"

"You think that I'm ridiculous too? That I'm only a silly seventeen year old girl who doesn't know any better," she cries, "you think if I did, I wouldn't have the made the request, especially to a pirate captain? Trust me, I've thought this out and know exactly what I'm getting into,"

"I'm not sure that I do," he reasons, unlocking his door and leaving her abruptly, locking it from the outside.

Emma slams her fist against the wood. "Hey! Hey! You can't just leave me here to go think about this! Jones! Jones!" she shouts as he walks away.

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