Chapter Title: Passion
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.
One thing Killian discovers about Emma is that she is a good sleeper because he's had to knock on her door seven times before he can hear her scramble and groggily wake-up. "Emma, are you decent?" he asks.
She hesitates a moment before calling back, "Yes,"
Killian opens the door slowly but quickly averts his eyes, looking at the ceiling, suddenly realizing Emma is covered but still naked. "I asked if you were decent," he mutters.
"I'm covered," she replies.
He clears his throat, still looking at the ceiling because if he looks at Emma as she is now, he knows he will not be able to function for the rest of the day. "First of all, I want to say sorry for coming down hard on you – I'm mean harsh last night," he apologizes.
Emma scrounges her nose and shakes her head. "Killian, do you think you can look at me instead of talking to the ceiling?" she wonders.
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea at the moment," he admits.
"Because you look silly," she says plainly, "it almost makes me question the intelligence of pirates in general,"
He sighs and slowly looks towards her, but only at her face. If his eyes drift elsewhere, he's in big trouble. "I'm sorry for last night," he says, clearly distraught but his expression quickly changes to jovial, "but if you would join me in my cabin this morning, I have a surprise waiting for you,"
Emma's face lights up and her eyes sparkle, and Killian can't help but smile back at her; his eyes drifting only a little to admire her bare shoulders.
"So, when you are actually decent, just come next door," he says, bowing slightly and catching a glimpse of her breasts before turning and exiting the room.
Killian doesn't like waiting. Normally, he is a very patient man but circumstances change quickly, as do feelings. He isn't in love with Emma yet but he's pretty sure, his feelings for her are changing and he fears what will
happen if he gives into those feelings, or she leaves without him knowing.
He sighs and nearly falls over himself when he hears her suddenly knock on the cabin door before walking inside, wearing her dress.
"Good morning again, Emma," he says, smiling and moves aside, revealing two breakfast trays. "I believe today is your eighteenth birthday, m'lady,"
She smiles and he bows. "Happy birthday beautiful Princess," he adds.
"Thank you," she says, taking a seat as he shifts the tray to face her, giving her a better look at the food: scrambled eggs, sausage and a mug of orange juice. Emma picks up a spoon and eats some of the eggs and her
eyes shoot towards him. "These are delicious!"
He grins. "Thank you, m'lady," he says, taking his tray and sitting on the bed.
"You cooked these?"
"We do have a ship cook but I thought it would very impersonal if I didn't cook your birthday breakfast myself," he explains, "especially since we have a -"
She looks at him curiously, still eating the eggs.
"A bond," he says, "I mean, we've already been naked together in my bed and that's a very big bonding experience,"
Emma smiles and then not, remembering what he said last night. He notices her frown and puts his tray aside, looking at her. "What's the matter, darling?"
"I'm sorry," she muses, "about last night. My mother's always said a princess has to be prepared to make the perfect first impression and I acted like a fool yesterday, not telling you about my virginity, jumping into ice cold water, and using the excuse of hyperthermia to explore more sensual touch. I was stupid and you were right. I'm not ready for that kind of physical attraction yet and I applaud you for stopping me,"
He sighs and crosses his arms, studying her. "Yesterday Emma, you were a young lady but today, on your eighteenth birthday – have become a woman," he says, "And a very wise one, wiser than most I've known,"
"Have you had many women?" she wonders and he looks at her strangely.
"Do you really want to know?" he queries, "I'm not up to talking about my conquests but I do worry that the number may make you feel inadequate,"
Emma shrugs. "I'm not asking you to compare how I might stack up against your conquests; just curious," she reasons.
He scratches the back on his head. "If you really want to know the truth Emma, of all the women, I've never met one who's intrigued me long enough to really care about. I haven't run across one lass who's challenged me the way you have, or as stubborn as you are but even your stubbornness is what makes you you and you're -" he adds.
She smiles again hopefully and suddenly, he looses his senses.
"You're uh, a Princess," he finishes, "and a wonderful student, so far,"
Emma looks thoughtfully at him and he removes a parchment from the desk nearby and gives it to her. "Here, I drafted this late last night and thought, maybe you would want to read it before I sent it off," he says.
Her smile lessens as she takes a look at the paper.
It's her ransom note.
Dear Highnesses,
By now, you have noticed that your daughter is missing from your care. That's because I have her in my possession and I am requesting $24,000 for her release. If you refuse this initial offer, the next note will be considerably higher and so on, until you relent.
Sincerely
The man in black.
Emma looks at him. "You wrote this yourself?" she asks.
"By my hand, yes. Why?"
Much to his surprise, Emma rips the parchment apart and he looks quizzically at her. "What the bloody hell are you doing? We had an agreement!" he cries.
"You can't write this yourself," she flatly, "My mother is close friends with a wolf-huntress. She knows my scent and if she sniffed this, she would know where to find me before we could finish our lessons. Which, I am
not ready to be done just yet. So, give one of your men a new parchment and dictate the same letter but lower the asking price,"
"but you said $24,000 was reasonable,"
She shrugs. "It is but we have to be very delicate with this, Killian," she muses. "Please follow my instructions,"
"All right," he agrees, "We'll do it your way,"
"Thank you, Killian," she smiles, enjoying more of her eggs. "These are really very good, I think you might have a secondary career in the works if the pirate thing doesn't work out,"
"Thanks lass but I fancy the open seas than the insanity of a busy galley," he says. "What about you? Are you a good cook?"
She shrugs. "I learned many things growing up as a princess: how to walk gracefully, dance but cooking, that turned into a disaster," she admits.
"Maybe you never had the right teacher," he suggests, "You didn't have me,"
Emma sighs. "The life of a Princess isn't all it's cracked up to be," she says, "If it's not a ball, it's meeting some formal dignitary and having to sit through often long, boring dinners. I hate corsets and fluffy dresses. I'd rather explore and go out on my own than stay cooped up in a tower for very long which is exactly what would happen to me if I marry early. There's the proposal from someone important, marriage preparations and dress fittings, more unholy corsets that I think I might die in and I just want to escape and be a normal person,"
"You think being a pirate is better than living the royal life?"
"You're free," she says simply, "This ship can take you anywhere you desire and if you're too tired to sit through boring dinners, you turn in early,"
Killian smiles. "Something tells me though, you're no ordinary princess, Emma," he teases, "there's a fire in you and it's crawling to get out,"
The mention of fire reminds her of her very vivid sexual dream the night before and her cheeks blush.
"What? Am I embarrassing you Emma?" he teases. "I am right, aren't I? That's why you often clash with your
mother because you would rather be free to do whatever you like and she wants you to be this proper princess and you can't stand it,"
Emma laughs. "I am a Princess," she pronounces, "but I'm also my own woman. When I know that there's something I want, I don't hesitate to ask for it. Which was exactly the case after I turned sixteen: I asked my father to teach me how to fight,"
"That couldn't have gone over well with your mum,"
"Don't let her cold exterior fool you; Snow White knows how to fight but for whatever reason, she's chosen to suppress that side of her," Emma observes, "but when I asked him, I never meant how to physically fight. I wanted to know how to use a sword. I mean, my father is an excellent swordsman and since I don't have brothers and the kingdom can often be dangerous, I need to at least know how to defend myself against an attack, or kidnapping,"
Killian grins. "So, did he teach you?"
Emma sighs. "After arguing with my mother, eventually she agreed but only if she observe our training sessions. We practiced together for three weeks, every day until I could best him," she says proudly.
"Why don't we test your skills then?" he proposes, grinning mischievously "Think of it as part of our lessons,"
"How does sword fighting relate to what we're doing?"
He smiles, winking at her. "You'll just have to trust me, love and you'll probably want to change into something that will allow you to move better," he says, "See you on deck in a bit,"
Killian likes to think of himself as a good swordsman, he wasn't taught by a prince but he's sincerely curious about Emma's fighting skills. Adrenaline, when used properly, can be an amazing aphrodisiac; not that he intends to seduce Emma
Though his dreams last night, consisted of mostly, doing just that. Seeing her this morning, still naked in bed didn't help either.
Which is very bad because he really needs to focus.
Emma finally comes up on deck, dressed appropriately and spies him by the middle mast, two swords lying close by.
"That's better now," he says before handing her one sword. "The only rule is that this is a practice fight, which
means no killing, stabs or hits. I want to see how good you are at this,"
"Why though?" she wonders.
"Sword fighting, well, it's like a dance. There are under most normal circumstances, only two players; the same as with lovers," he explains, "and once of one of the players knows the other's weaknesses, they can exploit them for their own pleasure,"
Emma nods. "I think I'm starting to understand,"
He smiles. "Good," he muses, "because this is only part one of the lesson. Are you ready?"
Emma whips her sword about before focusing it on him, gently gliding the blade down his and then smacking it, throwing him off balance. "I am but I'm not sure you are," she teases.
Killian steadies his nerves and swings his sword back, clashing with hers. Emma pushes him away and he stumbles back but gains balance again, thrusting forward but Emma deflects it and catches his sword, tangling it with hers and swivels it about until he looses its grip and it flies away from him, piercing a nearby mast.
Emma smiles triumphantly and sets her sword aside.
"I'm sorry, I should have warned you," she smirks.
Killian brushes his clothes and walks over to her, extending his hand to her which she takes. But he uses the moment to hurl her body into his arms, so his arm is around her waist. "Your adrenaline," he notes, "you still restless?"
She doesn't say anything, staring at his lips and Killian holds her closer. "Passion Emma," he breathes, "like adrenaline, drives us. Passion can be raw and uninhibited or it can be slow and sensual. Part one of the lesson is done, but part two...that's a different story, love,"
He lets her go, walking back to the cabin and Emma follows him.
When Emma finds Killian in his cabin, the lights are dim except for maybe three candles and she enters slowly, nearly colliding into him again. She wants to ask what is going but he turns and lights another, giving the room more illumination. He walks over to the dresser and removes a bottle with pink liquid.
Emma watches him curiously as he uncorks the bottle and smells it's contents before turning to look at her. "Like I said, passion can drive a person, it heightens our senses and causes us to be more aware of the world
around us," he reasons and walks over to her, gently taking her hand and letting her lie down.
"Killian,"
He pours a bit of the oil into his hands and looks at her. "This is scented oil. I found it in my travels and the man I bought it from, told me that it elicits the most amazing pleasure in a woman," he reasons, "Turn around,"
Emma does as he instructs and Killian leans her back against him, whispering. "This works best without clothes," Before Emma can even start to remove her top, Killian reaches in the front and helps her remove it. Emma stills as he feels his fingers trace invisible lines on her back and even leans down, planting a single kiss. A breath hitches in her throat and he smiles.
He pours a bit of the oil and rubs his hands together before massaging her back in a circular motion. "Emma?" he whispers.
She gives him a quiet 'hmm?' and he kisses her left lower shoulder and she coils against him. He kisses her again, this time on her neck and she laughs a little. Someone's ticklish. His hands drift to her stomach, massaging the remaining oil there; meanwhile, Killian's taking to nibbling her earlobe.
Emma wants to turn around but he won't let her but she does reach back and finds his neck. Meanwhile, Killian's hands drift lower but as soon as she feels where he's going, she swivels around and faces him.
Suddenly, Killian isn't sure what to do next, staring back into her eyes as Emma stares into his. He reaches for her face, cuddling his hand around her cheek and Emma moves closer towards him, about to kiss him but suddenly backs away, covering herself.
"This is seriously no offense against you," she says, "but I need a moment,"
Killian sighs and shifts uncomfortably, watching Emma trying to compose herself before she turns back to him. "This was a really bad idea," she finally admits, "I'm sorry, Killian,"
Before he can say anything, she abruptly leaves the cabin.
tbc