Ransom

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

When she leaned in, Hook kept his lips parted, ready for the embrace. But she paused right before their lips would have touched. It was meant to drive him to madness, then it was certainly working. What a delightful tease she was, but Hook wasn't sure he could bear it much longer. She whispered words to him in a rather seductive way before the distance was finally closed between them and she kissed him. Hook immediately reacted to the kiss, opening his mouth to deepen it as he coaxed her own open to grant him entrance. His hand went to the back of her head, pressing her closer to him.

There was something about her, and he had been all too aware of this the moment they started to converse. It screamed in his mind even louder now from the way he felt from this kiss. It wasn't like most other women. In fact, the last time he had been so enthralled had been with Milah. This first kiss with Emma reminded him of how he felt when he and Milah had first met, and first kissed. The comparison was dangerous to make . . . for it suggested that Hook was capable of caring for someone so deeply again; that he was capable of falling in love again. He pushed these thoughts out of his mind and just focused on the kiss, savoring her wonderful taste; the softness of her lips . . . this was far better than he had envisioned, and he didn't want it to come to an end. And to ensure this, his hand on the back of her head pressing her closer while his hooked arm wrapped around her waist to keep her firmly in place.

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Emma had no intentions on going anywhere. She wasn't going to stop the kiss, she wasn't going to back out.. she was all in. Past the point of no return.. and she didn't want to stop. A soft moan ushered from her throat, vibrating lightly against Hook's lips as they shared the deep, intense kiss. She had kissed before, but never did she feel such a tingle that felt like electricity running through her veins.

When he held the back of her head and placed another hand around her waist, she shifted slightly, pressing her body even more against his, showing him that she had no intention on this moment stopping. Her lips parted, allowing him access to kiss him deeper, and her tongue pushed in to his mouth. If it wasn't clear before, it possibly was now that she was experienced in the ways of sexuality.

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

It was becoming increasingly evident that Swan had some experience when it came to men. Not that Hook was complaining. Her confidence and demeanor indicated as such, and he was rather enjoying the results of it. Her body pressing closer to his, cause his ache to grow even more for her, feeling extremely hindered by the confinement of clothing. Truth was, he wanted her quite badly but had no idea how far she was willing to go tonight. Surely, she knew that kissing him like this and bidding goodnight was a cruel state to leave him in.

Feeling her tongue explore his mouth was an enjoyable sensation, and Hook easily returned the favor, exploring her taste and every part of that defiant and witty mouth of hers. Even the vibration created by her moan, prompted him to probe deeper into her mouth from the pleasurable feeling of it. But he wanted more. More of her. His hand moved from the back of her head to the bottom of her shirt, as he slid his hand under it and began to trail up her body, taking advantage of the fact that the shirt was rather loose on her and had plenty of room for his hand. He skimmed her back, before moving to her front and cupping her chest, massaging the area which caused him to let out a quiet groan amidst the kiss. Feeling the curves of her body just added to her overall perfection, and made her all the more desirable.

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Emma wasn't nearly acting on impulse alone, but this definitely wasn't planned. Things had shifted incredibly, and she was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. The kiss was heated, almost rough, but incredibly passionate between the two of them. When she felt his hand moving underneath her large shirt, she stared to lower her own hands to where it mattered the most - to his pants.

Her hands dropped to where their hips met, and she started to unfasten his pants as quickly as she could.  She suddenly wished that she had been wearing a dress again.. or even better, no clothing at all. If he hadn't known what Emma's intentions were, it was likely clear now. If not, it would be after she broke the kiss, to whisper heatedly against his lips:
"Take me," she spoke with a breathy whisper. She wasn't about to waste anymore time with flirting, or suggestive comments..she wanted him to show her just what he wanted to do to her. "Unless, of course you're all talk.." she teased with a playful, seductive grin.

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He felt her hands move to his pants, causing that ache for her grow significantly as he felt her touch in the already sensitive area. Her actions also laid to rest any doubts he had of where this was going, or rather, how far she was willing to take it. She clearly had skill in this department, determined by the ease and confidence she unfastened his pants with. And he was certainly enjoying it right now. Her words that followed only reinforced this realization. And they were two works, that sent a strong sensation through his body . . . for she was asking him to take her.

The way she said these words, and the meaning behind them, was enough for the captain to not even care about being dominant; he was completely submissive to her, and was immediately willing to comply. Her teasing words after brought a small smile to his lips, as it soon faded after it was formed, merely due to the passion and need that was consuming his entire being. He looked into her eyes, clenching his jaw as he tried to keep himself contained . . . but knowing it would be nearly impossible. Yet that something about her that set her apart from all the rest, made him want to take things slow tonight . . . in the sense that he didn't want it to just be a random burst of pleasure and then have it end. He wanted to do this properly. Which, for him, wasn't exactly a frequent occurrence. Feeling himself freed from the confinement of his pants, gave some relief to his ache, but not nearly enough. Only she could help alleviate that.

"Have I ever given you reason to believe I am not a man of my word?" He teased in a low voice, slightly husky from all she was making him feel. He knew that he had; considering he had no intention of returning her to his parents when he had made her believe this was a ransom. But still. He was not dwelling on that right now. He'd merely been returning her playful tease. With that, his lips found hers once more, kissing her deeply and with fervent passion. He then began to rise to his feet, taking her with him as his hand went underneath her for support, but was also relying on her to keep her legs wrapped around him. He walked over to his bed, and though it was not as large as she may be used to back in her castle, he knew from experience that it could easily fit at least two people. Once there he set her down on it, already moving to adjust himself on top as he kept his lips against hers, settling on top of her, and his hand now wandering to the bottom of the shirt, pulling it up so he could get rid of the blasted fabric that was hindering his viewing pleasure.

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Emma half expected the pirate to rip her clothes off and take her as if he were a man who had been starving for several weeks with a turkey dinner in front of him.. instead, she was pleasantly surprised when he was actually gentle with her. He was treating her like a lover, instead of a prisoner who was throwing herself at him..and she appreciated it. He asked if he'd ever given her a reason to believe he wasn't a man of his word. Emma smiled against his lips. "I don't think you really want me to answer that.." she teased right back. 

When he lifted her, and carried her to his bed, she was absolutely becoming lost. She allowed herself to forget why she was there...what was happening..what her parents could have been thinking, and she just let herself concentrate on the fact that she was a woman, he was a man, and they were both filled with desire for each other. How they got there wasn't important..neither was what would happen when it was all over. This moment was what was important. He laid her down, and started to pull off her shirt. She lifted slightly to help him remove it. Her own hands started to move her own pants down since he had already been freed from his confines. "Pants have never been such a burden," she whispered breathlessly, finally getting the pants off, and tossing them to the side.  

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Her words vocalized his earlier thoughts, however were meant as more of a tease rather than legitimate annoyance or anger. It helped continue to set the mood and encourage this teasing and playful air that had seemed to build between them.

They had gone from hostility to this, and he wasn't even sure how it had happened. He only knew that he liked it. Now that they were on his bed, it was easier to remove the burden of clothing. She adjusted her position so he could easily take off her shirt and toss it away, while she began to work on her own pants. He gave a slight smile at her words of how pants had never been more of a burden. "I couldn't agree more," he stated. He had to admit that he liked a woman in pants; it revealed a certain strength and defiance about them, as they were clearly not conforming to the norm that women were expected to.

Milah had worn pants rather well, and even though these were not Emma's clothes . . . he imagined she would be able to pull them off quite well too. It was just in her personality, as he had already mentally acknowledged several times . . . there was something about her. He raised his head, his eyes trailing down her body as it was now exposed, and took in her perfect curves and alluring figure. She was indeed breathtakingly gorgeous. "Beautiful," he stated in a a breathless whisper, the word just naturally coming out without a second thought. And with that, he lowered his head and met her lips, kissing her deeply. Wanting to feel her body against his without the constraint of clothing, he used his hand to open his shirt, making sure not to break the contact of their lips as he began to pull it off, obviously only having one hand to do so.

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Emma always had an issue with being completely vulnerable. The first time she'd ever been with a man, she was completely in control. It was a stable boy when she was sixteen and he was seventeen, and in her opinion? She rocked his world. She'd kept most of her clothes on while she worked her magic. Although she hadn't been with many other men, two others at the most, every time was the same. She never allowed herself to be completely nude, and underneath anyone. She felt that it left her too open. Yet here she was, lying beneath Hook, allowing him to strip her of every article of clothing she had been wearing...and he called her beautiful. 

A smile curved on to her lips before they were captured by Hook's once more. Her legs wrapped around him, longing for him to take her completely. If he only knew just what she was offering, she wondered if he'd appreciate it.. But on the other hand, it was the same with him. He was allowing himself to be gentle, rather than rough and lustful... she didn't take it for granted. Her hand lowered to his manhood, stroking gently while guiding him to the entrance of her core. In this moment, she was his... not as his prisoner, but as his lover. 

Adjusting her hips, Emma moved slightly so that he could easily slide inside of her, to become one with her. The moment he did, her eyes shot open, surprised at the length, and thickness, and then they fluttered closed once more, letting a moan escape her throat and rumble against his lips. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He felt her legs wrap around him, adding pressure to their centers. It wasn't until he felt her stroke his already sensitive region, that it was becoming too much to bare. He sharply inhaled, sucking in a breath at the sensation of her touch down there. He was already aching so much for her, and feeling her touch him . . . intensified that longing all the more. He felt himself touch her center, as she seemed to be taking care of all the navigating -- ironic, considering he was the one that was a pirate.

Still, he had no complaints. He was rather enjoy this unique experience of the woman taking control like this . . . and he knew he shouldn't be the least bit surprised considering who he was on top of right now. He felt her shift her position to make it easier for him, and he could no longer restrain himself. He needed her, in every aspect of the word. Feeling her readiness for him, and obviously he was more than ready, he then pushed forward, entering her. The pleasure of being inside her was enough to cause him to heavily exhale as he breathed against her mouth. Her own moaning sound caused a rather pleasurable reaction through the kiss, and found himself longing to hear her again.

He waited a moment, giving her the time to adjust to his size and the feeling of him being inside of her, but alas, he could only wait so long. He pushed forward again, in a long drawn out thrust as he moved deeper inside of her. It caused another quiet, breathy grunt of pleasure, as he did it again. And then again. He was starting to build momentum as he also wished to savor this moment. His hand fell to her waist, helping her move against him and this new pace he set, though she clearly did not need his help. It felt incredible to be inside of her . . . and for the first time in a long time, he finally felt complete, not even realizing he hadn't been so for all this time, until now.

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Sure, at first it was all about lust and desire thanks to the near death experience and the rush of adrenaline that she had felt after he saved her.. and maybe even a little bit of hero worship. But now, there was something so much more to it. It went so much deeper than just unbridled passion.. There was feelings that she'd never felt before. If it was her first time, she would have understood it..but since it wasn't, there were several questions that would have to wait until later to be answered.

Right now, Emma was completely lost in ecstasy. Once his hips started to build a steady pace, she lowered her legs so that her feet were pressing against the bed while she rocked her own hips against his, encouraging him to go faster. She let her head fall back and she let out a cry of pleasure with his name alone falling from her lips. "Hook," she breathed, not bothering to care whether or not the others could hear her outside of Hook's room. It didn't matter.. as far as Emma was concerned, they were the only two people on the entire ship..she and Hook.  

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Feeling her move with him, encouraging him, well it only further fueled his actions. Though this was obviously their first time being together, it could have been one of several; for their bodies fell perfectly in sync together. Moving with such ease and compatibility. He found himself utterly entranced by her, and he was unsure as to what the reason was. All he knew was that this wasn't just physical . . . whatever he felt for her was seeping into his heart . . . and that was extremely dangerous. Yet right now, he made no attempt to dwell on it or think too deeply. He was far too engrossed in their current actions; in her.

The sounds she made brought even more pleasure to him, knowing that he was the reason she revealed her current enjoyment in such a way. He wanted to hear more of it; more of her. Even the way she said his name . . . he felt something surge through him at this single but sensual word. And it was not a common feeling for him to be so affected by a woman. All he could do was move deeper into her, building momentum as she met each thrust. His hand went from her waist to her behind, lightly squeezing her to feel whatever part of her he could.

He wanted to touch her; feel her, taste her. For who knows when they would have a moment like this again, and he planned to take full advantage. Time could have stood still or moved quickly. He had no idea. He only knew that he didn't want this to end, though he felt himself growing close to finding that height of ecstasy. And he wanted it to be with her. His lips kissed her deeply, fervently, unable to get enough of it. "Swan," he spoke against her lips, breathless and thickly laced with a mixture of need and passion. He wanted her to find that euphoria with him, but had no control of when he reached it himself . . . she just seemed to have that effect on him.

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There was no way that Emma could hold out for much longer. The way he touched her, and kissed her.. everything was enough to drive her absolutely to the edge of ecstasy. No matter who she had been with before, no one ever made her feel like this.. he was so intense, and the passion between them was like a blazing fire. Hook was skillfully bringing her to the height of climax, and even her stubbornness to hold on as long as she could wasn't strong enough. He muttered her name against her lips, and it felt like a bolt of lightning rushed through her entire body, leaving a white hot burn completely through her. "Oh... Oh, Hook," she breathed, panting heavily, trying desperately to catch her breath.

The pleasure was too much to take..  Although she tried to take control, she was now lying on her back while her nails clutched at his blankets, and she was completely giving herself to him..submitting entirely. Her feet lifted off of the bed, and wrapped around him once more. Her toes curled as she cried out for him over, and over. She couldn't even speak his name anymore. Every noise that came out of her mouth was a soft scream.  She couldn't voice that she was about to be thrown in to complete euphoria, but it would surely be known as she trembled and squirmed beneath him.  

The whole thing was an intense, mind blowing experience. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

She said his name again, and he wondered if she knew just how much it drove him insane with pleasure to hear her call out for him. Each sound she made and in each place their skin touched . . . this entire experience was unlike any other. How could he possibly be with another after this? For now, he wanted her and only her.

The selfish and possessive thought was unsettling, though he once again didn't dwell on it. Not right now. He knew that time would come when he was left alone with his thoughts. But for the time being, he was completely focused on her. Especially since he was reaching that point, and he could feel her body reacting the same. As he throbbed inside of her, he felt her tremble and move and he couldn't withhold himself any longer. With one particularly strong thrust and grunt of sheer pleasure, he finally found his release, spilling himself inside of her.

He couldn't move, consumed and numbed with the euphoria coursing through every fiber of his being. His chest heaved, strongly inhaling and exhaling as he attempted to catch his breath. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, relaxing his shoulders over her, yet not wanting to pull out of her yet. He feared he would loose that feeling of being complete if he withdrew from her . . . and he wasn't ready to let her go. Would he ever be ready? The daunting question once again, was one that would be later considered. For the time being, he just wanted to bask in this pleasurable aftermath.

How could a woman make him feel this way? Was she even aware of what she was doing to him? His lips lightly kissed her neck where he was currently resting his head, still trying to catch his breath and still trying to understand what had happened for that, truly was an earth shattering experience. "Bloody hell, Swan," was all that came out in a breathless, deep voice as his voice held a slightly husky tone due to their actions. He hadn't even thought of the words. He couldn't think of anything right now. He just wanted to continue to feel her body pressed against his, feel the warmth of her center, and taste her skin. He felt addicted and feared the moment she left him . . . the first real fear he had since quite some time.

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Emma was aware that the dynamic between the two of them had changed. They had made an enormous leap in a very short time, and the best part was it happened suddenly...without a thought. She would have never thought that she would feel so.. right. As if this were meant to happen. Emma believed in fate, and destiny..how could she not? Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming for crying out loud. However.. she never quite thought she'd be in the happy ending bracket. She figured that she'd find some stuck up prince, marry him, and live happily ever after to everyone else's eyes while she was miserable. Instead, the one person whom she felt complete with, on all levels, was the pirate who kidnapped her and kept her trapped in a dungeon for several days. Who knew?

When Hook found his release inside of her, it only heightened the sensations that she was feeling herself. His grunts, and groans of pleasure were met with her own cries of joy. As the two of them rode out the wave of bliss that washed over them, she allowed her hands to roam over his back slowly, gently, while he remained within her. She was in no hurry to get him to move off of her, she was enjoying it.. perhaps too much. Of course Emma wouldn't speak of such things..How could she? What would she say? He had found the words pretty well. In response, she grinned and took a deep breath so that she could find her voice. "Right back atchya, Hook.." She spoke rather breathlessly. "You're.. you're really good at that.."

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Emma returned the words to him, causing him to smirk, amidst all else he was feeling. She even went further and spoke of how he was good at that. He felt it different with her, of course. Ordinarily, he had no doubts about his performance during such vigorous activities . . . but with her, he found himself wanting to please her, not just derive pleasure from her. It was a less selfish thought and once again, Killian knew it was dangerous to allow a woman to elicit such things from him. But he couldn't help himself. She was different from most others, if not all others. He raised his head a bit so that he could look at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"That's the second compliment you've given me tonight," he teased, the first of course being her comment about his attire. "Never thought the day would come," he further teased, specifically referring to the day where she gave him two compliments . . . but really, the remark could be taken on a more general level. For he really hadn't thought the day would come where he would be making love to his prisoner, and not just any prisoner . . . but Emma, daughter of Snow and James. He lowered his head, kissing her lips for a few moments, missing how they felt against his even though it had only been a few moments since their last embrace.

Slowly pulling away, he looked at her, a teasing smile reemerging on his lips. "You aren't so bad yourself, Swan. Dare I ask how that is?" He said jokingly, referring to her own skill in what they had just done. It was evident she had done this before, and Hook found himself not wishing to dwell on it. He wasn't a man who got jealous, but for some reason, imagining her with another was a maddening thought. Yet he also knew that he would have to live with it . . . or would he? He had planned to keep her here after all; had that really changed after tonight?