Books and Hooks

[marymargaret]

Although she couldn't see him as her eyes were trained on his length, Belle could hear him.  The intake of breath was enough to send a pleasurable twinge between her legs.  His hand in her hair encouraged her to keep going.  She knew he was far more experienced than her.  She wasn't exactly a virgin any longer but she had nowhere the amount of couplings under her belt that he had.  She only hoped her attempt at pleasuring him would be successful.  She believed herself accomplish at this form, having done so with her husband.

The warmth of his hand against her scalp was yet another factor driving her on.  She breathed carefully through her nose as she took a bit more of him into her mouth.  She knew she couldn't think about the fact that it was so near her throat or she'd panic; she was not fond of the gag reflex.  She smiled around him as she listened to his comments.  Carefully she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling over him. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

It was quite clear that she had experience in this. Not only because of her confidence in this action, but also the way her mouth skillfully worked him. It was enough to make his breath deepen, as it became slightly hitched in moments as the pleasure continued to build and build. He ran his tongue over his lips, longing to occupy his mouth with some part of her skin, however he felt far from deprived in this moment.

She was doing an excellent job in ensuring he not long for anything right now, other than his release. He hazily opened his eyes to look down at her; seeing her in this position between his legs only added to the sensation. He swallowed as he stared at her for a few moments before closing his eyes as another involuntary groan of pleasure slipped from deep within his throat. His fingers tangled into her hair, moving along with the movement of her head.

Her warm tongue caused another sound of his sheer enjoyment to slip from his tongue. He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. She was far too good at this. He latched his hook on the edge of the table as his chest heaved with continued shortened and strained breath, feeling himself so close to his release. Whatever she was doing to him was sending him to a whole other level of pure euphoria.

[marymargaret]

Belle felt encouraged by his soft noises of pleasure.  It was enough to ensure that she kept going.  The taste of his release wasn't much desired though she knew she would put up with it for Killian's sake.  It was one of the aspects of this form of intimacy that she disliked from previous experiences, yet was one that she endured despite her misgivings.  She was momentarily distracted by his hand moving with her head; her sucking faltered for a moment from the sensation.

Quickly recovering, she set to finishing him off.  A soft hand came to rest on his thigh, moving up the limb until it came dangerously close to the base of his length.  Carefully she moved to rest it higher up on his member from where her other hand gripped him.  Her steady movements increased ever so slightly.  He was a virile man, different than her husband.  It seemed that he would take a bit more effort.

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Killian had not expected any of this from her, but to say he was pleasantly surprised would be a severe understatement. Words were clearly unable to describe the incredible sensation of her mouth upon in during such moments. All he could do was tightly close his eyes, tilting his head back as he continued to push her closer to him. Her hands began to move up along him, inching closer to his already sensitive region, and her hands other grip was enough to drive him to madness. His breathing became more strained, groans to reveal this and his immense pleasure involuntarily escaping his lips from deep within his throat.

He could no longer hold back. Soon enough, with one final sound, a mixture of heavy exhalation of breath and a groan, he found his release, feeling a strongly intense ecstasy coursing through his entire being. He had to lean against the table to keep up his balance, his hand still pressed against the back of her head as he just focused on catching his breath while basking in this euphoria. After a few moments, he breathed out words. "That was um . . . " His voice trailed off, surprised that he had managed to even utter that much. His voice was low, slightly hoarse from the intensity of his release for she had gotten him to it in quite an enjoyable way, though once again, that was an understatement.

[marymargaret]

The end of this form of contact was one she was always unsure about.  She'd never done such an activity with anyone other than Rumpel, and she'd hardly had the nerve to ask him what to do.  The first time she'd attempted this with him she'd swallowed his release out of nervousness, not sure what else to do.  There wasn't exactly etiquette concerning this much to her chagrin.  She resolved herself to do the same for Killian as she was unsure what else to do.  After he was finished she extracted him from her mouth, taking a deep breath after. 

For a moment she feared his reaction, thinking that he was upset with her.  Yet it seemed that he was simply stunned.  "Alright?" she finished for him, stomach churning as she thought that perhaps she'd been too forward. The alcohol had guided her though she'd truly wanted to please him.  

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Alright. He couldn't help but faintly smile at her description of the word -- the smile only faint for he was still trying to regain himself after the intense pleasure she had just provided him with. It seemed that she was unsure and he wished to free her mind of any such doubt. He slightly lowered himself to pull her up, moving her so that she was sitting astride him, her legs on either side of his waist, and he could look at her properly as their heads were now aligned.

"Alright is a rather inadequate word," he told her truthfully, though he had no other words to describe the experience with . . . and that, was most definitely a good thing. "You're just full of surprises, Beauty," he told her with a bit of a playful smile. He thought of her earlier words stating that no one had done to her what he'd started to before pulling his lips from her center. And yet, this was clearly not the first time she'd given a man such an experience. Typical of the Dark One: to receive but never give. Killian was going to make certain that he returned the favor . . . once he was able to properly function again.

He moved his lips to her, kissing her deeply, finding the sensation to be rather addictive . . . more so than he would have ever thought possible with the librarian. Drawing the kiss to a close, but keeping his lips incredible close to hers he spoke. "And you are bloody desirable," he added on, his hand grazing along her upper thigh in a caress, feeling the softness of her skin. He was uncaring as to whether it was the alcohol or his own lust that made him wanting her again and again. If tonight was all they had, he was going to make the most of it.

[marymargaret]

Belle smiled brightly at the pirate's praise, glad that she hadn't did something to upset him. She withheld a giggle as she was jostled into his lap, legs on either side of his. Her hands moved to rest up on his shoulders, smoothing them gently with her hands. "I suppose we didn't know each other all that well," she chuckled. Never would she have imagined herself doing this with him, ever. It was exciting to see this side of him when she'd had little to do with him before; he'd harmed her more than conversed with her in the past.



She moved her fingers up to the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed her. Despite him having pushed her over the edge into ecstasy earlier she couldn't help but want him again. He'd ignited a hunger in her, a burning in her lower stomach that made her ache. "I have an apartment upstairs," she mumbled against his lips. She could hardly part from him now, after having experienced such delight with him. "Would you like to go there with me?" Her bed was considerably more comfortable than her desk.

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

She was absolutely right about that. They hadn't known each other well at all, and tonight it seemed they compensated for that. His regret felt stronger than ever for his attacks on her in the past. Nearly killing her while being held prisoner by Regina, attacking her at the library -- though she had successfully fought back -- and then of course, shooting her. Ah yes. His actions in the past hadn't exactly been, kind -- to say the least. But he also knew that he was a very different person then. He supposed, they both were. Right now, he wished to focus on nothing else apart from what they were currently doing . . . what the rest of the night held promise for.

"Quite right," he agreed with a smile, not wishing to dampen the mood by recalling past events. Besides, tonight was all about forgetting. Feeling her react to the kiss with her lips, body, hands . . . everything, made it easier to forget all other grim circumstances of their past. She then spoke of how she had an apartment upstairs, inviting him to go to it with her. "How could I possibly refuse such an offer," he said without an ounce of hesitation, all too eager to accept. "I suppose it would also spare the risk of damaging your desk." The surface of which he had used quite intensely.

"At least you know it's durable," he adding in a teasing manner. Forcing himself to move positions, he moved forward, no longer leaning against the desk. It was a test to see whether he was able to move his legs again and fortunately . . . he was. She had after all left him rather weak with all she'd made him feel. "Lead the way, love," he told her, aware that he was still rather overdressed yet he was more focused on the fact that she had nothing on at all . . . and he was fully taking advantage of the unclad view of her flawless body.

[marymargaret]

Belle laughed as he mentioned the structure of her desk, figuring that it was sturdier than she imagined.  She knew she wouldn't be able to work at it without thinking of him and how he'd made her tremble and writhe.  She shuddered at the memory of the encounter, finding herself eager to repeat it.  Later, when she was sober, she'd wonder why she'd acted such a way.  She was not the type of person to sleep with another on a whim, especially one she knew so little as Killian.  Yet there was something about him, along with the frustration and hurt she'd experienced over the failure of her marriage.  

She smiled as he suggested that she show him up to her apartment.  She'd locked up the house she'd shared with Rumpel as she couldn't handle being there.  It reminded her too much of him and the life she'd thought they were going to have together.  Not thinking of the fact that she had no clothes on as she feared her resolve would weaken, the librarian gestured toward a door behind her desk.  She opened it to reveal a short flight of stairs leading up to another door.  

Her balance was slightly off from the amount of alcohol she'd drank, causing her to chuckle as she nearly stumbled on the first step.  Using the rail to guide her, she made it up the flight to the door leading to her apartment.  She opened the door, stepping in and moving aside so that he could follow.  It was a modest, one bedroom apartment.  The small sitting area opened up to a tiny kitchen.  Two doors flanked the far wall, one leading to a bathroom and the other her bedroom. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Hook followed her lead as she motioned toward a door that soon revealed a flight of stairs. Seeing her nearly stumble on the first one, he instinctively reacted, holding out a hand for support. He remained behind her so that if she would stumble again, he would at least be able to stop her from falling down the stairs or anything. Besides, he was rather enjoying the view from the behind. He was more focused on that than actually walking up the stairs. But as this was not at all his first time drinking excessively -- nor the most he'd drank at once -- he was in a little more control . . . sort of.

Once they reached the top he eyed her apartment as he stepped inside. It seemed comfortable, homey. He didn't care too much for the logistics of it so long as there was a place for them to continue their actions from downstairs. "How about a tour, love," he suggested, moving to stand directly behind her as he wrapped his hooked arm around her stomach, his lips lowered to her ear as he placed a light kiss against it. "Starting with wherever you'd like," he said suggestively, as it didn't necessarily have to be as conventional as the bedroom.

[marymargaret]

Belle shuddered as he came up behind her, her heart pounding harder than usual because of it.  The heat of his body felt near scalding to her, despite his torso still being clothed.  "A tour?" she murmured, struggling to concentrate now that he was so close to her.  She sighed, tilting her head slightly as he pressed his lips near her ear.  "It isn't much, but I'd enjoy showing you my bedroom."  She smiled, somewhat shyly, as she turned to look at him.  She grabbed for his flesh hand gently before tugging him toward it.

She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her.  To be pushed over the edge, as she had been before, but with his member rather than his mouth.  Already dampness pooled between her thighs at the mere thought.  She tugged him toward her room, nudging open the door with her foot. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

He smiled when she spoke of how she'd enjoy showing him her bedroom. That was of course the most ideal place to see, and perhaps the only place of interest currently. Hell, he'd be quite content with seeing no other room and just spending all his time in there. He followed when she took his hand, leading him to her room. Once they were inside, he spun her around and pressed his lips against hers once more. He didn't know what it was about her, but he felt like he could not get enough of her. It was an odd thing indeed, having never given thought of intimacy with her before, yet now that he'd explored it with her tonight, he felt drawn to her; as if he had a burning thirst that could only be quenched by her.

He lifted her up a little, relying on her to wrap he legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. Once there, he set her down so that her back was against the bed, swiftly moving to position hismelf on top of her, not breaking the contact of their lips once. He kicked off his shoes and his hand went to the buttons on his vest that he wore atop his shirt. He began to quickly pull them apart, deciding to rid himself of whatever he wore for he found it to be far too much of a hindrance. He wanted to feel her body against his, wishing to touch every part of her he could. Besides, after tonight, he wasn't sure when or if they would ever be together in this way so he wished to take full advantage of it now; he wished to experience every part of her.

[marymargaret]

Belle's vision swam momentarily as he turned her around quickly once in her bedroom.  Eagerly she responded to his kiss, feeling as if she was growing addicted to the sensations of his lips upon hers. She tried not to think about how it would never happen again, beyond this night.  In the cold light of day, once they were both sober, she imagined they would chalk this up to a one-night stand. Such behavior was clearly uncharacteristic of her yet she didn't get the impression that he thought any lesser of her for it.

Once he lifted her she moved to wrap her legs around his waist.  Her arms moved about his neck, her kissing failing to cease.  Before she realized it he back was connecting with her mattress, causing her lips to slide from his a soft giggle escaped her mouth.  She felt wonderfully giddy; it could have been from anticipation of finally having intercourse with him, the alcohol, or the novelty of the situation.  Her hands moved down to help him with his buttons though her accuracy was off, both from intoxication and her attention going back to his mouth. 

[Killian Jones]

if your heart

CAN BE BROKEN
IT MEANS IT STILL WORKS

Her sound of amusement prompted a smile of his own through the kiss as he managed to remove his vest and hastily worked on the buttons of his shirt underneath that. It was only a few moments before he had managed to remove the last layer of clothing, tossing his shirt carelessly to the side. Finally, he could feel the warmth of her skin against his, with no barrier of clothing in the way any longer. He deepened the kiss before moving his lips to the side of her neck, his hand trailing over the side of her body, feeling the perfect curves of her sides.

He kissed along the soft skin of her neck, moving down the front of it, his lips traveling across her collar bone. He paused for a moment, slightly lifting his head to meet her gaze. "This is perhaps the best tour I have ever been given," he said with a playful smile as his hand began to nudge her legs apart a little. The overwhelming need for her was making it difficult to stall any longer. She had given him such intense pleasure downstairs and he wanted to return the favor . . . yet was also met with the aching need for her, one that never seemed to be fully satisfied for each time he found his release, he was filled with the need for her all over again. She was intoxicating and it wasn't the alcohol that was making him feel that way.

[marymargaret]

Belle couldn't handle much more of this, she was aware.  She felt a dull throbbing in the heated mound between her legs in anticipation of his entrance.  He'd brought her to the point of ecstasy with his tongue, yet she knew it would be nothing compared to the amount of pleasure he could bring her with his manhood.  She felt her lips turn upward as he commented on the tour.  "Was it?" she teased as her fingers came to rest upon his back, digits splayed to cover as much skin as she could.  "Is it still occurring?" she asked in reference to the line he was making with his lips. 

The heat pooling in her stomach was becoming uncomfortable.  She needed the release he could bring her, and soon.  To get her message across, she pushed her hips up lightly into his.  "I need-"  She swallowed thickly as she felt her words catch.  She'd never begged for intimacy before, not in the way she was with him that evening.  "I need you."