She knew what might happen, the way she felt like something was missing when he moved his hands away from her, the way he felt like home. She knew they could easily just head back to the barrier and she would be a hero, but as Ben's hands, Ben's /human/ hands roamed her skin, lower and lower, skimming her hips, she didn't want him to stop.
What she had offered to Tremaine so easily, and then taken back, was now facing her head on, speeding toward her like the spells Meredith threw at her during their nightly practices. It felt right.
The thought of him, of that, didn't scare her for the first time. There was something about Ben that made her feel comfortable, that made her feel like she was home. She didn't have to think about it. It all felt right.
"Mal?" Ben asked for what must have been the hundredth time, pulling her into the present and out of the delicious sensations that his hands and lips brought forth. "Remember my grandfather's cabin?" He asked as she tried to shut him up with a year and a half worth of kisses. She did remember, but her lips were more occupied against his skin than answering him. "How I told you what I would do once I could kiss you?"
After all that time, his voice still affected her in the best ways. It sent shivers down her spine and across her skin and through her entire being. Even after everything that had happened, the months and the years away from him, it was making everything more electric, more alive. She had missed him and she loved him. She loved him and she had missed him, even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone else but him.
"Just do it!" She gasped out, pulling her lips from his skin, just enough to get the words out, then returning them to his addictive skin. She didn't want him to talk about it, or think about it. She just wanted him to do it. She just wanted to be there with him, to feel every aspect of him, and the chilled lake, and the night air against her skin. She wanted to feel it all, and do it all, not talk about it. She wanted to feel the magic that had no real magic to it at all.
The growl that issued forth from his chest didn't seem very Ben-like at all. It was more the beast, but she found she didn't mind. Her words had seemed to wake him up, awaken something in him that hadn't been awake before. The feel of his entire body against her changed, incited an urgency within him, that in turn awoke it in her. He caught her and held her in a way that she realized she didn't want to be in control at that moment, she didn't want to fight him for that control. His dominance ignited a fire within her and one that only he could quench.
"Ben!" She moaned out as his hands removed the dress from her shoulders and traveled every exposed inch of her skin. She wanted to lose count of how often she spoke his name, she wanted to lose track of everything but Ben and his skin against hers. In that moment, her entire world was Ben.
She shivered for a brief moment as the chilled water of the lake cascaded across her skin, but were quickly followed by Ben's warm hands as he pulled the clothes from her skin with a sense of urgency that she had never seen from him before. The delicate laces were no match for his hands.
She couldn't remember the last time she was fully naked with anyone, her body being the only treasure she wouldn't let anyone steal, but with Ben it was comfortable, natural. The urgency ignited in her as well.
She couldn't get enough of his body either.
The forest had done him well it seemed. The muscles across his chest and arms, hardened as stone, toned and so beautiful under the moonlight as they worked against her skin. She ran her hands along every inch of him, scrubbing away the dirt and grime until his human skin appeared underneath, bright and clean and clear of any blemishes, just as it had been before. She could run her hands against his skin forever and she would have, if his hands hadn't distracted her first.
There was something about his hands against her skin after so long that drove her crazy, ignited every cell in her body and made it cry out for his touch, no matter how rough and urgent it was. Usually, she could give as good as she got, always wanting to be the one in control of every situation, but there, with Ben, she felt no need to fight him for control.
"Mal." The way he breathed her name sent shivers through her spine and made her grip him tighter and never want to let go.
"Yes!" She sighed out as she tried to pull him closer. It was like she couldn't get enough of him, could never get enough of him. He was like a drug, and she was addicted.
From there, things became more urgent, less full of fear, and more about the sensations. It was as if a flip switched and all she wanted was for him to dominate her. His hands against her skin, the feel of his lips against hers, the sensations he could provide with simply his fingers. The sound of his gentle yet powerful growls in her ear.
He was positively beastly And it only served to further turn her on.
Not long after that, he pulled her from the lake and laid her down on the soft grass, the chill of the night air against her skin making her want to pull him closer and closer and never let him go.
"What is it you ask of me, my queen?" He asked, his voice still tinged with lust as he gripped her close to him.
It set her blood aboil, her skin ignited by the mere thought of his touch. "I want you," she growled back. "All of you, in every way possible."
From that moment, everything seemed to ignite and in a matter of seconds, his naked human flesh was against hers in the most delicious of ways. He held her there, his body hard against hers, his hands hard against her hips, his grip leaving her on the edge of pain and pleasure.
It distracted her from the pain that burned through her core, hot and sharp as Ben thrust forward into her.
The Hook sisters had gossiped about their first times, and how the pain made them true women, even though they cried. The pain just fueled Mal further, subsiding in a few moments into glorious pleasure. She bucked her hips against his, which seemed to push Ben further.
It was a volatile cocktail of sweat and skin and screams, building up further and further the more they shifted against each other, both racing toward release. Ben, the forest, her skin, coming more and more alive under her hands as the magic and heat flowed through her.
She reached up for him, doing her best to roll him over so she could be on top. In an instant, he rolled her back under him. He held her down with his weight until it was almost painful. It made her heart pound in her chest and her entire body vibrate with something she was sure she had never felt before.
"I don't think so," he growled above her, his fangs positively glowing in the moonlight. "You're mine, Mal Bertha, and you will do as I say when I say it."
"Yes," she forced out from underneath him, the heat only building further within her skin, more powerful than any magic she had ever used before. "Yes!" She whined as Ben sped up his motions only increasing the sensations tenfold.
"What's my name?" He growled at her, his voice sultry and smooth and oh so close as she closed her eyes in pure bliss. "What's. My. Name?" He asked her again, punctuating it with each thrust and driving her absolutely mad.
"Ben," She breathed out, more of a sigh than anything else. "Ben!" She repeated a little louder. From there, it became like a mantra as he continued to move against her, holding her just hard enough for it to hurt, but pleasure too.
She had never seen him so out of control, such a chaos, and he was utterly beautiful.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer. It was getting more and more difficult to maintain any kind of control, especially with the small noises of pleasure Ben was making in her ear as he nuzzled her neck with the beard that she couldn't get enough of.
"Cum for me," Ben commanded as he slowed down his hips for just a brief moment. For a brief moment, she thought he had returned to his usual sweet self, the gentle king. "Cum for me," he commanded, just barely above a whisper into her ear before he pulled her up into his lap and pulled her hair back hard, exposing her neck more.
He moved his hips with more fervor, his fist in her hair, his mouth on her neck and the new angle made everything feel electric.
She couldn't come up with any words, everything too erratic.
It was better than anything she could ever imagine, the magic building up just under her skin, fueled by his touch, in and all around her. She tried to hold onto it the best she could, but in the end, with all of his movements and him, him all around her, made her completely lose it. She barely registered that he had stopped with one final thrust and a desperate moan into her skin that only seemed to propel her further.
The magic seemed to surge from every pore in her skin, and through the tips of her fingers, and the ends of her hair. It was all too much, but it felt too good. And the other feelings were building too.
And then, as quick as it had build up, it came crashing down into a gentle comfort of sweat and skin. She opened her eyes and found Ben looking back at her with the feeling that she could finally name after years and years of avoiding it. There, in his arms, she truly felt it.
For a brief moment, they just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, clothed in only the forest. Still, she craved the feel of his skin against hers, feeling like she could never ever get enough of him.
"Can we just stay here forever?" Ben asked, still slightly panting as they just lay there wrapped together under the stars. "No crown, no kingdom, no problems," he mused, running his fingers through her hair, his other arm snaking around her tighter.
She groaned against him. He was becoming more and more of a VK by the day, and it only made him that much more attractive to her. "Unfortunately not," She said, pushing herself away from him. "It's time to save the world."