It was a bloody wonder her ship had managed to make it to port at all, Killian thought to himself as he surveyed the damage his men had been working to repair. He no longer questioned why she had stolen a ship; with all the captains here who would have liked to see her dead, she couldn't afford to sit around and wait on repairs. He wouldn't even be surprised if some of those in the tavern had helped to inflict some of this mayhem. He still questioned why it had to be his ship she decided to take, but he'd make her regret that decision soon enough.
It took longer than he'd liked but less time than he would've thought possible to make the ship seaworthy again. Apparently the men were just as motivated as he was to catch the bloody woman and get their ship back; hell, maybe even moreso, given the mood he was in made their lives even more unpleasant.
Once they were finally underway and after her, Killian found himself back in her cabin, although he found it far less enticing without her in it. It seemed like she'd left in a hurry, the room was a wreck with anything that hadn't been bolted down strewn about, even the red dress she'd worn the first time he saw her, he noted, bending over to pick up the gown, but he withdrew his hand with a gasp when something sharp poked out of the folds of silk, as a little blur of grey fur scurried away. A mouse? He blinked. It was wearing shoes. And a little hat. He was so startled to see a mouse in tiny little clothes that it scurried off into a crack between the boards before he could even react, and he shook his head, wondering if he was seeing things. Just another thing he'd have to ask his queen when he finally caught up with her.
He lifted his finger to his lips and sucked the drop of blood away, glancing around the room for anything else of interest, he shook his hand a few times before he threw himself down on her bed haphazardly. The bed clothes were halfway on the floor, but the mattress was still in place, and he punched the pillow into a more appropriate shape before he settled down to try and sleep.
"Why, pray tell, did you have to take my ship?" Hook drawled, looking down at the dark-haired woman, her hands bound behind her back and her blue eyes glistening with defiance even while she looked up at him from her knees, the tip of a sword pressing into the small of her back. Her men –those who yet drew breath—were being unceremoniously removed from his ship, with those who didn't cooperate being hefted overboard, hands and feet tied to prevent any kind of survival.
"I had to." She answered softly, her thick, dark eyelashes fluttering over her light eyes, "I had to get your attention somehow, Captain." She wet her bottom lip with her tongue, and tilted her head to the side, making her dark curls tumble over her shoulder, coming to rest on the swell of her breast.
"You had my attention the other night in the tavern. I was quite…captivated." He reached out with his hook, placing it just under her chin, he used it to tilt her head back, smirking at the way she arched her back as the sword pressed into her. He glanced at the man holding it and gestured with a nod, and he moved it up, letting Red get to her feet.
"Let me make it up to you." She breathed, stepping closer to him, she pressed her too soft body against him, and her lips found his. Before he could stop himself, he had his arm wrapped around her, and he was tearing away her bodice with his hook. She broke the kiss to giggle as the fabric fell away, but he sought her lips out again, and he could feel her hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt eagerly. He wasn't sure how they got there, but he didn't much care as he shoved her roughly back onto his bed, stripping his shirt off, he followed her. He used his hand to locate her ankle under the layers of petticoats, and slid it slowly up the length of her leg, smiling when she laughed as he touched a sensitive spot and reached out towards him, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled herself up to him, her legs twining around him sinuously, his hand still stroking the outside of her thigh.
She kissed him again, her fingers twisting in his hair, before her lips traveled down his chin and up his jaw, she used her teeth to tease his earlobe again. He pressed his face into her soft, thick hair, inhaling deeply of her sweet scent, but he groaned as something felt…wrong. Out of place. Her teeth were…tiny, and SHARP, he noted, gasping with pain as he felt his skin tear, and his eyes snapped open. Giving a frustrated groan, he lashed out with his hook towards the fat little clothed mouse, but it was too quick and he was sluggish from sleep, not to mention still caught up in the visions from a moment ago. Growling to himself, he tossed the pillow –saturated with her heavenly scent—across the room, and with his good hand, he reached up to touch his ear, feeling for the damage committed by her stupid pet. It was a shallow bite, nothing to worry about, but he still had every intention of catching the bloody thing and putting it in the evening stew.
But he wouldn't be able to catch it in the dark, so he laid on his back, using his arm as a pillow as he stared up at the ceiling and cursed everything about that bloody infatuating woman, from her proclivity for dangerous and annoying to pets, to the flare of her hips to the softness of her skin, but those were exactly the kind of things he was trying to forget about her, he cursed. Bloody woman. Bloody dreams. He was still hard, and his current line of thinking wasn't helping ease the ache. How could he still want her so badly when everything about her was so damn infuriating?! She challenged him then taunted him, teased and used him. And yet he found himself reaching down to unlace his breeches. Helping himself out wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as having her, but he saw little other choice if he wanted to get any real sleep tonight.
"Good news, Mr Smee, or someone's getting's keelhauled." He told his first mate as he emerged the next day, and was pleased when the man nodded emphatically, while taking a step back. He smirked slightly. At least he could still intimidate.
"Aye, cap'n. We're making good time! We oughta reach the Enchanted Kingdom within the fortnight." Longer than he'd like, but he'd take what he could get.
"And we're sure that's where the bloody wench is headed?" He growled, eyes narrowing.
"Yes sir, cap'n! She's working for Queen Snow. Even if she's not there yet…she'll return eventually." And when she did, they'd be waiting for her. Ready.