Ransom

[Killian Jones]

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ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Eeach action and sound she made was going to drive him to madness. He couldn't control himself around her. He was losing any composure he otherwise had with women, and in general, because with her . . . he never felt more of a bond. An inexplicable one at that but he wasn't going to bother himself with over analyzing it. Not tonight. He just wanted to enjoy her company.

Physically and through the conversation that had also come with such ease. He had never felt more complete right now, being inside of her, as if his body was meant for hers. Feeling her sounds against his lips strengthened the sensation, as he continued to move deeper and more purposeful inside of her, each motion pushing them toward that powerful euphoria that he had never attained with anyone else.

Her nails moving over his skin would have caused him to shiver had his body not felt so warm from what she was causing to stir inside of him. When she parted from the kiss to breathe, Hook took advantage of the opportunity as well, heavily breathing against her mouth, lowering his head for a moment so his eyes could see her body, see how they were joined, and witness the perfect woman underneath him right now.

Aligning his head with hers once more, he moved his head, burying it in the crook of the neck which caused the grunts and groans of pleasure to be muffled against her skin. He didn't know how long they were doing this for, because all time seemed to stand still. The world seemed to stand still, catering only to the two of them. "Swan," he breathed in a slight raspy voice against her neck, lightly tugging at her skin with his teeth, as he felt himself about to release inside of her.

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Their heated passion was unrivaled by anything she'd ever felt before. Emma remembered that she was always the happiest when she was alone. Riding horses through the Enchanted forest, or just sitting by herself and reading. However, with Hook, right now, she couldn't imagine being happier. It was the first time she felt so wonderful while being with someone else. With Hook, she felt...whole somehow. The way their bodies moved together.. it was as though they were made for each other...as though it were written in the stars that they'd find each other one day. Of course, Emma wished it had been under different circumstances, but she wasn't about to question it now that she knew that he was feeling the same about her. She doubted very much that he was just saying those things.. he had no reason to lie. 

When he called out her name amid the grunts, and groans, it heightened her pleasure even more, knowing that they were just for her.. It was because she was making him feel this way. As her nails raked over his skin, her leg wrapped tighter around his waist, using her muscles to clutch on to  him tightly as he thrust in to her. "Harder Hook," she moaned softly against his ear, coaxing, pleading for him to ravish her until the point that she was in such a state of euphoria that she could no longer stay awake. "Faster.. please.." she continued, curling her toes from the pleasure that he was already filling her with. She wanted to feel his lips against her's once more.. but it was so tempting to continue to moan encouraging words in to his ear, telling him exactly how she wanted it.. and how she knew he wanted it deep down, as well. 

Although it was a rather romantic moment, he was still a man with needs, and she was still a woman.. and sometimes soft and passionate could be substituted with rough, and playful..or even aggressive if the mood had struck. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He felt her nails moved against his bare skin, which added to the pleasure of this all. As did the way she wrapped her leg around his waist, and move along with him. It was her words that took things to a new height however, as she urged him to move faster and harder. This was not something he needed to be asked twice to do. Part of him had wanted to be delicate with her, but practically having been told by her to move quicker and harder . . . well, the consent and encouragement was all he really needed. Moving his lips to her ear, just as she sensually spoken into his, he spoke. "As you wish," he stated as he nipped her earlobe being shifting their positions yet again.

He moved onto his knees, pulling the lower half of her body up a little so that it was off the bed and closer to his own region. This allowed him better leverage as he latched his hook over the headboard of the bed to stabilize his position, while his other hand skimmed over her center for a moment, moving to her lower behind, moving her with him. As requested, his actions picked up speed and momentum, finding the sudden and overpowering rush of need consume him and cause him to push harder into her from this angle. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut, his own grunts of pleasure growing heavier as he repeatedly pushed strongly into her, needing to find his release before he went absolute mad being left on the edge.

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Emma was never really a fan of hard, passionate love making, but something about Hook made her want to experience all of it. She wasn't even nervous about being cut at all by the sharp point on his hook at this point. She was far too lost in the moment. When he moved on to his knees, and pulled her in to the angle he wanted to take her in, she grabbed on to his shoulders and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. "Hook!" She cried out, once more, not caring who heard her outside of the Captain's quarters. Her nails raked along his skin, leaving thin red lines in their wake. 

As he took her so vigorously, she felt her climax approaching even faster than it had the first time. He must have had his fair share of women, because he seemed to know just what would make them squirm with delight. Or, at least, he knew what would make Emma squirm. Her body was already starting to tremble, but she just couldn't release now.. it was far too soon, and she wanted to savor this moment for as long as she could. Even though the two of them were locked in such a heated embrace, she could still feel it radiating through her that she felt more for this man than lust.. It was a powerful, intense feeling that both scared and excited her.. 

For the moment..she even forgotten where she had come from. 

[Killian Jones]

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ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Hearing the way she cried out his name only intensified his actions, finding it a magnificent sound, knowing that he was the one who was making her say it. It was a sense of pride and arrogance on his part, but he didn't care. He just greatly enjoyed hearing his name fall from her lips in the pleasure of the moment, as he enjoyed the way her nails moved along his skin. Hell, he would have told her to do it harder, if only to tease her later about any marks left from their highly intensive vigorous actions.

Feeling her tremble and his own throbbing, he couldn't withhold himself any longer. She was too incredible and was making him feel too much to try and withhold his release any longer. So with only a few more particularly strong and deep thrusts inside of her, simultaneously tightening his grip against her skin, he finally found his release, causing a strong sound of pleasure to emerge from him.

The euphoric feeling hit him hard as he released what his hand and hook had been otherwise occupied with, and allowed them to fall on the bed, on either side of her, now basically on his hand, hook and knees, hovering above her as he panted heavily in attempt to catch his breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the intense ecstasy cause everything to practically spin, which was by no means a bad thing at all.

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Emma's cries of pleasure only escalated when she felt his hips moving faster. The way he was throbbing signaled that he was close to his release as well. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and and her legs around him squeezed a little tighter. When he found his release, it sent her to another level of absolute bliss. As she fell on to the bed, she continued to softly moan while panting for breath. "Oh my god," she spoke when she was finally able to at least sort of breathe. She opened her eyes, and gazed up at him. She could have said more, but she had no idea how to even form complete sentences. 

She lifted her hand and lightly touched the side of his face, figuring that at this moment, actions spoke louder than words. Instead of saying anything, she lifted herself slightly, and captured his lips in another kiss.. Only instead of a kiss filled with intensity, and lust, it was deep, slow, and tender. While she kissed him, her fingers slowly slid from his face, and tunneled in to the back of his hair. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

It felt completely euphoric when they found that peak of ecstasy together. Emma fell back onto the bed, speaking the only words that Hook too could muster. For it felt impossible to form any coherent sentences right now. Luckily, her next actions didn't leave much room for thinking, which he was more than happy about. The different mood of the kiss was perfect for the current circumstances. Passionate. Slow. Her hand running through his hair was also a gentle action that provided him with a comfort he had not felt for years -- one that he had never expected to feel again. And allowing himself to feel such a thing, was so very rare. Then again, she didn't leave him with much of a choice. She was making so many emotions arise in him that he didn't know how to address them all. And currently, he didn't care to.

He moved his own hand to the bottom of her cheek, tilting her head up a bit so that he could slightly adjust the angle of their kiss, deepening it as he felt his thirst for her would never be quenched, and wanted to drink in it forever. He began to relax his body over hers, his mouth slowly withdrawing from hers and moving down her neck to her shoulders, kissing along one of them before moving further down, to her heart. His lips caressed the skin there, before turning his head to the side, resting his cheek, and ear, against it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhalation of breath before releasing it, as he felt completely at peace. This kind of serenity was not one he had experienced for many years -- if ever -- and he felt utterly at ease, listening to her heartbeat in the aftermath of their intimate actions.

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Emma's heart was beating rapidly, threatening to burst forth from her rib cage. The feeling only intensified when he felt her lips touching her chest, just over hear heart. She could feel a shiver running over her spine.. Nothing bad, of course, but one that made her nearly forget how to breathe. Her heart rate finally started to calm itself when she felt him resting her head against her chest, listening to it. It was a serene, and beautiful moment. The pirate who once had her captive was now lying with her, sharing a tender moment. It was euphoric in itself, really. She lifted one hand, and gently stroked the back of his hair, closing her eyes. She felt like she could drift off to sleep at any moment.

"I don't want to fall asleep," she admitted in a rather sleepy, dreamy sort of voice. She feared that if she fell asleep, then this moment would be over. Maybe something would happen in the morning, and the the feelings that the two of them shared would be some sort of illusion.. or a dream. If she stayed awake, then she wouldn't have to worry about anything ending. Not to mention, she wouldn't have to worry about what would happen in the long run. With Regina.. with her parents.. with her in general. All she had to concentrate on was herself, and Hook...and it was beautiful. In that moment..she felt bliss.

[Killian Jones]

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ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He felt her hand stroke the back of his hair and it provided such unimaginable comfort right now, adding to the perfection of this moment. Her soft words momentarily filled the otherwise silent air, as she spoke of how she didn't want to fall asleep. He could understand that quite well, for he felt the exact same way.

"Nor do I," he admitted, his eyes still closed as he continued to fight sleep. It had been so incredibly long since he had felt this at peace at night. Most nights, sleep either eluded him, were plagued with nightmares, or required an excessive amount of rum. But not tonight. Tonight, Emma had given him a peace and serenity he had not felt since . . . well, since quit some time. He feared that in the morning he would have to return to Captain Hook; the ruthless pirate who had captured a princess to inflict pain and suffering upon her parents.

Was it even possible to go back to that after this incredibly intimate night they shared together? He kept his position, trying to fight sleep but found it slowly consuming him. He was losing this battle. "I wish it could last forever." It. Them. This. He was barley awake, his words escaping his unguarded mind. He wasn't even sure if he would remember them in the morning. All he knew was that they had come out now, because it was currently what he was thinking in his half asleep state of mind.

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In this absolute serene moment, exhaustion swept over Emma to the point where even her stubbornness couldn't fight it away. "It might..." she spoke in a rather dreamy voice as her digits that were stoking his hair now eased until they finally stopped, signaling that she had drifted off in to a sleep - one that was filled with dreams that she had never quite endured before. Wonderful dreams that she'd probably not remember in the morning since dreams were something she had always forgot.. but she'd wish, deep down, that these ones would have stuck.

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The Next Morning
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Emma woke up feeling refreshed. She hadn't had that good of a night's sleep in.. well, longer than she could remember, which was strange since she was used to sleeping in huge beds with a billion pillows and he finest blankets. This was so much better than that though.. by leaps and bounds. Her eyes slowly opened, and she took in the area around her. It hadn't been a dream that she somehow remembered.. it was all real. Every last bit of it, down to the man who's arms she was sleeping in. Suddenly a feeling of dread washed over her... the night had ended. He was the pirate who stole her away from her family.. And yet, she still felt the same as she had the previous evening. Nothing had changed on her part. She worried a little that it would be different for him. Where did they go from here? Would they talk about it? Or would it just be something between them?

Deciding not to answer any of these questions now, she turned so that she was facing him, since they rolled in the middle of the night to play big spoon/little spoon, she lightly kissed his chin, and then closed her eyes. She wanted to bask in this moment for as long as she possibly could. Because now, it was a fresh day.. a new start.. and there were a lot of questions that eventually needed answered ahead.

[Killian Jones]

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ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Hook couldn't remember the last time he had slept this well . . . no. That was a lie. It had been when he was with Milah. And since then, his nights had been filled with either sleeplessness or nightmares. But not this past night. It had been calm, relaxing, peaceful. Feelings that he never thought he'd ever experience again. He'd always believed he was doomed for tortured nights and yet with Emma, he'd found serenity. He had even removed his hook sometime in the middle of the night, not wishing to cut her with it as they had been sleeping in each others arms. All that remained was the device that his hook was normally attached. Never had he so badly wanted his other hand, if only to hold her with it and feeling her under his touch. But alas, one would have to do.

He slowly awoke to the soft kiss she placed on his chin. It send a strong sensation through his entire body, though he did not physically react to it. He kept his eyes closed, indicating he was still asleep when in actuality, he was awake. And this truly was the best way to wake up; with her in his arms, feeling her against him, her lips on his skin. He wanted to bask in all of these emotions that she caused to stir within him, and in doing so, wished to avoid what reality would soon force them to face. Finally making his conscious state known, he spoke, though kept his eyes closed. "A little higher, Swan," he said a bit playfully, lazily encouraging her to raise the kiss -- and thus her lips -- higher, to meet his own lips. He refused to have an awkward morning after. He wanted to enjoy this dynamic between them for as long as he could.

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Emma hadn't known what his reaction would be when he woke up to her in his arms, but she was about to find out. When she heard his voice, low, sleepy, and playful, telling her to aim higher, she felt joy washing over her. It meant that he wasn't regretting what had happened..at least not yet, and it meant that she didn't have to start over thinking things. She decided to be playful as well, so she kissed the spot just above his chin and below the bottom of his lip. "Here?" She asked with a soft whisper. "Or maybe here?" This time she kissed the tip of his nose, grinning playfully. "Or...is that maybe too high?" deciding to 'try' one more time, she lightly brushed her own lips against his.



Nothing mattered at this point. Anything could happen from here on, and they'd always have this moment, and the previous night that she would cherish. Although, it honestly felt like they were going to stay this way. Everything she had said to him the previous evening about how she felt had been true..and she was beginning to believe that him saying the same thing was true as well. She had been his prisoner.. and there were outside forces that were going to make this..complicated. But she didn't care. After having enough of lightly touching his lips, she leaned in, and bestowed a deep, slow kiss against his lips that made her feel light headed.

[Killian Jones]

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ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

He couldn't help but smile when he felt her lips touch the bottom of his lip, questioning whether it was there he was urging her to kiss. She then went to high, lightly kissing his nose. Quite honestly, he didn't mind in the slightest.

Anywhere he felt her soft lips, caused a strong sensation to surge through him, feeling ever so inexplicably comforted by her touch. A smile remained on his lips, as he slowly opened his eyes to look at her beautiful face. Just in tie as well for her to lean forward and lightly kiss his lips after having playfully teased him. Had she not, he most certainly would have taken care of it.

Soon enough the kiss deepened just how he wanted and needed it to. His eyes closed once again, moving his lips against hers with soft passion as he raised his hand, moving it behind her head to press her closer to him and allowing his fingers to tangle in her wonderful golden locks. He slowly brought the kiss to a halt, though hardly separating their lips from one another. He half opened his eyes, a softer expression on his face as his lips curved upwards in a small smile to match his expression.

"I could certainly get used to waking up like this," he playfully -- but truthfully -- told her before leaning forward again to capture her lips in yet another deep kiss. He new the implications of his words, but didn't regret them. Just as he did not regret anything of what he said last night. He wanted her, and he wanted her to stay.

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Although his words held a lot of meaning, she didn't respond to them in a negative way. She felt the same.. she enjoyed waking up next to him, and she wanted to continue doing it. Waking up to servants and maids calling her to breakfast ready to dress her and clean her room and everything else that they insisted on doing had driven her crazy for so long. Opening her eyes and getting to see Hook's face and kissing his lips made her feel so much more..complete. "Yeah," she mused. "Me too." It was simple, but it was powerful..at least in her mind. Never, not once, did she feel like she wanted to wake up to anyone every morning. Sleeping, in Emma's opinion, was something to do alone. Not anymore.

"So," she started, sighing quietly. "We should probably... talk about some stuff...eventually." She didn't want to. She wanted to pretend that she had just ran away to be with a pirate and she didn't get kidnapped, and there was no drama. "First off...the stuff I said about getting Revenge on Regina.. I.. I don't want it. I don't even want to send any word to my parents." It would kill her to wonder what they were thinking..but it was best not to leave a trail if she wanted to vanish. "I just want to be out here.. with you..as far away from the kingdom as possible." 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Emma began the inevitable conversation; one that had to be had, even if Hook wanted to remain in ignorant bliss. He knew that the topic would be brought up at some point, and so it was perhaps a good thing that she had more strength to bring it forth than he did. He remained silent, listening to her say that she didn't want revenge on Regina . . . and that she wanted to stay here with him.

The words were enough to make him look at her with soft intent, thinking of the impact of them. She preferred a life here with them, rather than one at home? It caused him to feel relief, knowing that she was now willingly with him because after last night . . . it was impossible to ever regard her as his prisoner again. She was much more than that. It seemed that he often grew fond of women who wished to flee a life they did not want: first Milah, and now Emma. And it was more than alright with him.

"It is most wise, not to seek revenge on the queen," he began to say, once again relieved that she wasn't about to embark on such a suicide mission. He raised his hand, moving it to her cheek to brush away a stray lock of her hair before caressing her soft skin with his thumb. "If this is truly what you want, Swan, then consider this ship your home." Not her prison. He was also inviting her to stay as long as she wanted. He knew he should be convincing her to go back home and perhaps in time, that would be yet another inevitable occurrence . . . but right now, he wanted her, with him.

"If you do indeed wish to send word to your parents, I can arrange for it." In a way that Regina would not find out about. His loyalty to the queen was hardly stable. It involved a few cold coin. But he cared for Emma more than he did the payment Regina had given him. So right now, the princess was his priority. How quickly that had happened was incredible, but not something he was going to complain about.