Ransom

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Emma was thankful that he embraced the conversation instead of running from it like she had wanted to. It was good to get it out in the open, and get everything off of her chest. Not to mention, it was a cloud that would have hung over them for however long they were able to be together. When he stroked the side of her cheek, she allowed her eyes to fall closed, enjoying his touch just as much as she had the night before. It really was amazing how quickly everything had shifted..but perhaps they had felt it before, but they were both denying it. She was glad that it was out now.. that everything was out.

He seemed to be glad that she gave up on getting revenge on Regina. It was a death sentence and she knew it. "You're right," she sighed. "I wish there was something I could do to stop her.. but all I can do is.. pretend. Pretend that you've done what you were hired to do.. Take your money.. make her think that everything is still the same. I'm in your dungeon, I threw myself overboard and you didn't save me.. what ever we can think of. The worse she thinks my parents will feel, the better.. she might even lay off a little if she thinks my mother is miserable." She lifted her gaze, and looked in to his eyes. "If we do send word to my parents that i'm alright..they have to play the part. They have to make Regina think i'm gone forever. I don't want to return, Hook. I'm yours now." And as much as it terrified her, she meant every word of it.

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

Pretend. Ah yes. That would be the best thing to do in this case. "I'll tell her whatever I need to so that she will be satisfied." For him, it was no longer about the coin but rather, saying what he needed to in order to satisfy the queen. And in order to keep Emma safely with him. Such a quick commitment to a woman would have concerned Hook, had he not felt this strongly bonded to Emma. Sometimes, it was circumstance and experience rather than time that brought two people together and strengthened their bond. He supposed that was what this was, partly anyway.

"I think you're right about that. If she believes your mother is suffering, I imagine she would stay away for at least a little while, if only to gloat. Until then, we can perhaps find a way to stop her." Because he wanted to help Emma feel at peace, and not burdened with the constant danger her family was in. She then spoke of how her parents would have to play the part should they send word to her. "Prepare all you need to say in a letter. I will ensure it's safe and discreet delivery." Hook had enough connections to confidently be sure of this.

Her words of how she didn't want to return, and how she belonged to him now, caused him to smile, leaning forward to lightly kiss her lips before responding, knowing he had to say these words now otherwise, he may never speak them due to his own selfishness. "You say that now love, but should you ever change your mind, all you need do is tell me and I will take you back." It wasn't that he doubted the sincerity of her words, he just knew that family was extremely important . . . and that if there ever came a point where she felt she needed to leave, he didn't want her to feel afraid to approach him. No longer did he want her to fear him. The dynamic had greatly changed between them and Hook wanted her to be comfortable, rather than fearful.

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To completely satisfy Regina, he'd probably need to deliver her Snow White's heart in a pretty box. However, she was sure that he'd come up with something to at least appease her for the time being. She would think about what she was going to say in the letter to her parents later, but for now she wanted to focus on her time with Hook. Something was happening between them, and it needed to be explored. "I will," she nodded in agreement that she would think of what to say in the letter. "I'll try to have it written by night fall."  The desire to be with her family was great, but the temptation of staying away from everything was even stronger. It was something she couldn't fight, even if she wanted to. "I do say it now.. and I'll say it always." But perhaps she wouldn't. One day, she might want to go back to the castle..but she honestly couldn't see that day coming. Being away..being free..that was what she needed in her life. It's what was missing. 

She yawned, and stretched out her arms, lying back down and looking up at the ceiling of the Captain's quarters. "You don't happen to have tea on this ship..do you?" She asked, turning her head to the side to look at him. "Just..curious." Her cheeks went a little pink. She didn't want to fall in to her Princess habits, thinking that she'd have anything she requested in a heartbeat. She wasn't that girl anymore. She was never that girl, really. But...being in the prison of the ship for several days was quite more than enough to make a girl miss her morning tea. "I don't really know how ships work with food and hot drinks...so...if you don't have any, that's perfectly fine! I don't expect it or...or anything.." she cleared her throat and shook her head. "Sorry.. I'm rambling.." she lifted a blanket shamefully over her face. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

She told him that she would have the letter prepared by night fall. And then went on to add that she stood and would continue to stand by her words. She sounded confident but he also knew that things could change. Circumstances could change. At least on her part. He knew that whatever growing feelings he was developing for her, would remain. For he had started this way with Milah when they first formed their relationship . . . with Emma, he knew it was leading to the same outcome, though his mind was trying to deny it for now. Thankfully her question diverted the conversation as she asked whether there was any tea on board. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, amusement in his expression at her request.

He continued to just stare with the same look, eventually admitting that she was rambling which only caused him to chuckle in response at her embarrassment. Something he found to be rather adorable in fact. "Lucky for you, Smee enjoys his tea. We keep a good stock of it." Hook had once drank it as well, for it was Milah who had gotten him hooked on it. Every morning, she would make tea for the two of them, and Killian had enjoyed the cup for it was the perfect way to start the morning. However, after her death, he never touched the drink. "May not be the quality you're used to, but hopefully it will suffice," he said, continuing to tease her royal standards. Turning his body, he moved to reach for his pants, pulling them on as he got out of bed and moved toward a trunk. He pulled the key from his drawer, and pulled the sheet off from the concealed trunk, blowing away the dust that had collected on it.

He then proceeded to unlock it, quickly opening it and pulling out a bundle of clothing, tossing it on the bed before just as quickly locking it back up. It was filled with Milah's belongings, and had remained untouched since her death . . . until now. "You can wear those until we reach land where you can get something better suited to your taste should you desire." Her dress was not exactly practical for being aboard the ship and her other clothes . . . well, he doubted they were comfortable in the way they hung off of her. Milah's clothes would have to do, and he forced back any emotion over remembering the way she looked in them. Bringing a smile to his lips, he moved back toward the bed, sitting on the edge of it and leaning down to meet her lips, kissing her deeply in expression of his delight for her decision to stay aboard his ship. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

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Luckily for Emma, she wasn't the only one who made special requests on the ship. It seemed that Smee, one of the pirates who helped her get warm when Hook rescued her from the unforgiving sea, enjoyed tea as well. It made her feel better knowing that it wasn't the princess in her that wanted tea "Great! I'll have to thank him later for his choice in beverage." When he mentioned that it might not be the quality she was used to, she waved a hand. "Really, I don't mind. Nothing on this ship is the quality i'm used to and i'm perfectly fine with that." She gave him a warm smile. "In fact.. I kind of prefer it that way." It was the truth. She was sick of always having the finer things in life, but she tried not to go on to just anyone about how she longed for a simpler life. Many people would kill to be in her place, and she wasn't one to gloat. 

She caught the clothing he had tossed her, and she looked it over. The fact that it was in a trunk that had collected dust, and also that the clothes were clearly women's, led Emma to believe that this belonged to the woman that he had lost in the past. The reason why he was so cold before.. the reason that she had hit a nerve when she mentioned that he had been hurt in the past. She slid her thumbs along the fabric studying it for a moment before lifting her gaze to meet Hook's. "Thank you. I'm pretty sure these are close to my size." She was about to stand up - or at least start standing up, if her weak knees would allow it - when Hook moved to the edge of the bed and started to kiss her. Well..this wouldn't make her knees any less weak anytime soon. Her eyes fell closed, and she lifted her hand, lightly touching his cheek while the their lips danced in a passionate embrace. 

She wouldn't question the clothing she was holding in her hands. That was information so personal, she assumed, that he'd tell her in time if he had chose to. Just as she would reveal the skeletons in her closet one day. Although their relationship started quickly, she would still move at a steady pace when it came to hidden, painful pasts. 

[Killian Jones]

you would make

ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN

She spoke of how she would have to thank Smee for his enjoyment of tea and he smiled at her words. "I'm sure he'll appreciate a fellow tea companion," he told her. She then commented on how the quality of of things on the ship weren't what she was accustomed to, but it certainly didn't sound like she was complaining. She had after all told him that she wasn't exactly the stereotypical prim and proper princess.

"I certainly hope that some things are better quality than you're used to," he stated, his voice filled with clear suggestion as to what he could be referring to. He wasn't talking about food or beverage but something of a more . . . intimate nature. She assured him that the clothing look to be her size, and he simply gave a small nod at that, knowing she must have questions regarding the clothes, perhaps the tattoo on his arm . . . but all in good time, and hopefully, they would have it.

He continued the embrace as she returned it, reacting to the kiss and finding this such a wonderful way to wake up in the morning . . . rather enjoying her company and glad that he had it for, however long this undefined amount of time was that she would be aboard the Jolly Roger. He slowly pulled away, opening his eyes, his lips curving into a soft smile as he gazed upon her in all her beauty . . . all to aware that she was still undressed under the covers of his bed. "Best get you some breakfast love. You'll need your energy," he said with flirtatious playfulness, giving her a bit of a wink.