Working Hand In ... Hook

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Regina

the asking

WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN

Her . . . mother. Well, that was certainly an interesting person to dispose of indeed. Not one Killian had expected. He didn't act surprised though. He merely looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Clearly, there was more to this tale and he supposed he would have to find out about it if he were to do what she was tasking him with. Besides, it wasn't as if he had the choice. He'd been caught on a fruitless mission. Belle had proved to be utterly useless yet before he could kill her, The Evil Queen had caught him.

At least he had managed to impress her with how resourceful he was . . . and they seemed to have a mutual understanding. Plus, he had his hook back and that was always a perk. She'd offered him a drink, something else that certainly helped this encounter. Though he would never plead nor beg for his life, at least he was assured of it right now, for the time being anyway. She explained the objective of this journey, and showed him how the portal worked, explaining that he would have to take one of the men he killed along with him to equal the bodies returning -- presuming he was returning with her mother.

She showed him the portal in the form of a hat and Killian observed it as it spun, before eventually stopping. It seemed that they would have more to discuss before he could just venture off to a random realm or as Regina had put it, a far off land. "So what exactly is this realm that I am venturing to?" He questioned. Wonderland, she had told him and his sarcastic response had been that it was happily named. While sometimes Killian impulsively leaped into a situation, this time . . . he wanted to be somewhat prepared. If Regina, a powerful queen and magic user, wanted to eliminate the threat of her mother . . . well, Hook doubted this was going to be as easy as it sounded. The more he knew, the better.

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[regina2]

Regina was a perceptive woman and so didn’t miss the raised eyebrow when she explained that the person Hook needed to kill was her mother. But if he thought he was getting a proper explanation out of her, he had another thing coming. Mother was...a private matter. There was no need to delve into the reasons behind the request. All Hook need do was kill her. Of course...She wasn’t sure the pirate was up to the task. Mother was an exceptionally powerful sorcerer, even more powerful than Regina if truth be told. Although she was loath to admit it.

But it was worth a try, giving him this assignment. Should he fail, it would be no skin off her nose. She cared nothing for the man. Although she would admit he was plenty attractive.

Worst case scenario, Mother would kill Hook and come through the portal alive and well. But as the world had never been merciful to Regina, she prepared for the worst even as she hoped for the best. So should Mother jump out of the hat, eager for some vengeance, Regina had things in place so she could immediately cast the curse. Mother wouldn’t have much time to wreck havoc. And once everyone was in a new land, not only would Mother be without magic, she wouldn’t even remember who she was. She’d be harmless. So things would work out fine either way. But Regina was really hoping Hook could eliminate the threat that was Mother. But she wouldn’t put too much stock into a pirate she’d never met. Tales could be exaggerated after all. Still, he had survived Neverland which was no small feat. (She should know as she’d traveled there several times with a certain portal jumper.) So he must be at least a little resourceful. And he had managed to break into her castle and kill one of her guards which was impressive. (No one had been able to fight their way past her defenses before.) Although she did feel bad about Claude. He was a loyal guard. But he was dead now. Nothing more could be done about that. All she could do was see to it that his death wasn’t in vain. She’d try to make good use of the pirate.

She’d explained who he needed to kill and how the portal worked. But it seemed her good captain wasn’t content to leave just yet. But that was fine with her. She’d been vague. If he wanted more details, she could provide them. Although...Wonderland was difficult to explain to begin with.

“You’ve survived Neverland so you have decent odds with Wonderland. It’s just as dangerous,” she assured him, taking a sip of her drink.

[Killian Jones]

the asking

WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN

He looked at her, his expression casual but there was ever so slight curiosity in his eyes at what her words revealed. "You seem to know a fair bit about me," he stated. She knew he had been to Neverland?

Seemed his reputation was even further spread than he had initially assumed . . . which he supposed was a good thing. What pirate captain didn't want to have a strong reputation? "I'm flattered," he added on sarcastically, a slight smirk playing on his features as his gaze lingered on her while raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip.

"Good thing I like a challenge," he added on, his voice continuing in the same tone but this time, an air of cockiness as well as slight flirtation. And why shouldn't he be such a way? She was indeed an exquisite creature. In regards to his former tone, he was rather confident. He was a fighter; a surviver and he'd be damned if Wonderland was going to be the way he parted from this world. He had his need for vengeance to satisfy and that was what he would die for.

"Tell me love, how many have you tasked with this particular mission?" He inquired, wondering if he was the first or merely one after the many failures that others had attempted. It would at least allow him to know how planned this was . . . or whether Regina had now reached the point of desperation to get rid of her mother. Interesting thought indeed, for there to be such hostility toward the mother and daughter.

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[regina2]

“A woman has her ways,” she responded with a flirtatious smile when Hook commented on her knowledge. Yes, Regina had done her research or at least had others look into the matter for her. She’d been thinking of coming to Hook for some time now. With his reputation, she thought perhaps he could give her what she wanted, her mother’s death. But in the end he found her. Well saved her the trouble of a trip anyways. And Pirates could be such pesky things to pin down, always on the move.

Hook’s sarcasm reminded her a bit of another dashing man, someone she used to know and love. But it didn’t do to dwell on him. He was trapped in another land. And there he would stay. He had to for this to work.

“Oh you should be. I don’t pay this much attention to just any man!” Her tone had a teasingly seductive note to it. Yes, he was certainly handsome. And this one seemed to be more than just a pretty face. There were wits there too. And she did so like the way his gaze lingered. He had sharp, penetrating eyes, vibrant blue in color. Again...Her thoughts drifted where they shouldn’t. His eyes...They weren’t quite like this but of a similar color and intensity, eyes that spoke of dreams and adventure but eyes that were..haunted somehow. Enough of that! Hook wasn’t him! And she wouldn’t care even if he was! She was done with him! That was why she could so easily leave him behind after all!

“My, my, aren’t we confident?” she asked, a smirk playing across her lips. Of course confidence was very much desirable when one was about to face down the Queen of Hearts. If he was nervous to begin with, he’d likely turn tail and run when he saw what Mother could do.

“You’re the first,” she said smoothly. “I was careful with my choice as I’m hoping for the first to be the last. You see if you fail, things will get messy on my end as well. I’d like to avoid that.”

[Killian Jones]

the asking

WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN

Hook couldn't help but smirk in return as her tone took a new angle. "Oh you most certainly do have your ways, love," he commented, his words taking on a different, perhaps more suggestive, meaning than what she was originally referring to. Funny, how the mood was starting to shift and Hook certainly had no complaints about that. What sane man would? He kept the same expression on his lips when she spoke of how he should indeed feel flattered, and that she didn't pay such attention to just any man.

"Only the ones who manage to kill all your guards that stand in his way," he both questioned and stated, a playfully devious smile on his lips. "How wonderfully sadistic of you," he said with the same hint of flirtation he had used in his previous words as well. He took another sip of the beverage as she questioned his confidence. "Quite," he agreed with certainty. "If there is one thing I an adept in, it is surviving." Regardless of the circumstances, whether they seemed to be in his favor or not . . . he always managed to find a way out; a way to survive.

She answered his question, stating that he was the first, and that she was careful with her choice, wanting her first choice to be the last choice. "Well, firsts are always most memorable, and enjoyable ." His words were clearly suggesting another kind of firsts and he ensured his expression and tone was revealing of this. "I won't fail," he stated with the same arrogant confidence. "You need not consider that possibility." Arrogant, perhaps. But that was indeed a quality he was known for. "Though I would not be opposed to you giving me . . . extra motivation," he said suggestively with a bit of a wink.

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[regina2]

“Oh you couldn’t begin to imagine!” Her tone was playfully evocative as she reached a hand across the table to lay on top of his, squeezing it once for good measure before quickly drawing it back to her glass and raising it to her lips, taking an oh so slow and suggestive sip, making sure he got a fine look at her luscious red lips. No, Regina didn’t mind being forward. Waiting for a man to make the first move was so old fashioned. Regina preferred to play by her own rules.

Oh yes that devious smile was attractive. Her own lips curled into a flirtatious smirk. “The sadistic ones have all the fun!” Her eyes never left his face as he sipped from his own glass. Yes, he was certainly something to look at. She approved!

His confidence was both reassuring and enticing. No, Regina cared little for the shy, quiet types. She liked her men bold and daring, with a flair for the theatrical. Hook clearly met all those requirements. He could likely feed her appetite.

“I’m adept in two things. Surviving and magic.” Well those two could be considered one and the same. Her magic certainly helped the survival aspect. But she had managed to live through Mother with no magic to boast of. That was before Rumple had trained her. So that was something.

She gestured dramatically to her dress, hand lingering near her breasts for a beat before waving its way down the rest of her outfit. “Make that three things! Stunning outfits!” Yes, she prided herself on her taste in clothes. The queen should wear the very best; and, she wasn’t talking money but pure style! Just because an outfit was expensive didn’t mean it was any good. In her humble opinion, she rocked the Evil Queen getup.

“It depends on whose first!” she teased, tone playing off his suggestion.

She simply smiled seductively back at him when he assured her he wouldn’t fail. She certainly hoped that would be the case. An outraged Mother was not something Regina wanted to contend with.

Regina leaned across the table so that her face was nearly pressed against his, slender fingers reaching up to stroke his cheek, lips hovering just above his ear. “Well then...Let me motivate you my dear captain. This is very important after all.”

[Killian Jones]

the asking

WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN

He was momentarily distracted from her words by her hand resting atop his only one. Ah yes. The mood was indeed shifting. Hell, it had already shifted. Her entire demeanor was an alluring one, showing herself to be quite the seductress. Even the way she drank from her cup was enough to have Killian fixate his gaze upon her, her lucious lips looking more tempting than ever. "I couldn't agree more, love," he stated when she spoke of how the sadistic ones had all the fun. His words were of course suggestive, implying as to what sort of 'fun' this was to be had.

She spoke of how she was adept in magic and surviving . . . but it was her third that he found most intriguing. Her hand lingered over her body, and his eyes slowly trailed over her, taking in her perfectly formed body and all the curves that were visible in her form fitting garment. He slightly parted his mouth, his tongue running over his lips in a suggestive manner as he found the need to quench his thirst . . . and his thirst was no longer for drink. "While I don't disagree, what would be more stunning is what is underneath these outfits." Not the fabric that concealed her body, but rather, her natural form that it hid. And her sensual nature was making him more determined and tempted to explore it.

Her next movements solidified this need, as she leaned forward, his lips near his ear, her hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment, finding her scent to be intoxicating. He raised his hook, moving it to her bare as he used the dulled curve of his hand replacement and gently caressed it along her bare back to where the small decorative links if her dress were not covering it. Part of him wanted to moved her onto the table and have his way with her to satisfy his growing need . . . but the other part of him was intrigued as to what she would do. And somehow, that was enough to keep him in place. "Go on then," he urged in a low voice. "Motivate me," he said almost as a challenge, as he titled his head down and to the side a little so that his lips were against her elegant neck, kissing her skin.

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[regina2]

Regina managed to smile as she sipped her drink, seductively of course, but never-the-less pleased at the way Hook's eyes never strayed from her. Yes, she had his undivided attention; and, she relished it. What woman wouldn’t wish for such a handsome man to stare at her with wanting eyes?

His agreement was suggestive which continued to excite her. There was this old familiar tingle working its way up her skin. She’d gotten bored with her heartless huntsman. He couldn’t thrill her the way he once had. Perhaps this captain could nourish her healthy appetite.

As her hand sensually traveled down her body, she was satisfied with the way his eyes followed, pausing at certain spots. Her pleasure grew when he parted his mouth, running his tongue over his lips in an evocative way. Oh the things that the tongue could do...She grinned alluringly, just thinking about it!

“Would you like to see Captain?” she asked, tone bewitching at the comment about what lay beneath her form fitted dress. She slipped a hand under her left sleeve and oh so slowly pulled it down until her bare shoulder was exposed. No, a shoulder wasn’t much. But there was no fun to be had in moving too quickly. It was best to leave some things up to the imagination, at least for a moment.

When she leaned over and spoke, luscious apple red lips so close to his ear she was practically kissing it as her breath played across it, enticing words worming their way inside, Hook closed his eyes, likely to enhance the feel of everything, make her touch and her breath that much more intense and all consuming.

He moved his hook to her back and the chill of the cool metal sent shivers down her spine. Hook caressed her back as her fingers continued to stroke his cheek, the light touch no doubt awakening strong desires inside the ruthless pirate.

His voice was low when he told her to go on, the tone quite appealing. And the way his hook played across back...Well her own hunger was growing.

He challenged her to motivate him and then his lips were pressed against her neck. She very much liked the feel of them against her skin. But...She thought she’d prefer them elsewhere.

Regina roughly grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back so he was once more at eye level. Then without hesitation she locked her lips against his, kissing him passionately, nimble fingers hurriedly pulling off his coat as she pressed him against the table, deepening the kiss.

[Killian Jones]

the asking

WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN

The Queen asked him if he would like to see and he assumed the question was a rhetorical one. He watched intently as she began to move the fabric of her dress, exposing her shoulder. It was indeed quite the tease, showing enough just to tempt him without showing too much . . . leaving the rest to his imagination. Though he knew that it would not remain there for long. Not with the current position they had now taken. Her lips against his ear, his upon her neck . . . soon enough, he felt her grab him by the hair and pull him in for a kiss.

He eagerly responded, immediately deepening the kiss as he coaxed her mouth open with his own, allowing the built up lust unleash itself. The way she had roughly grabbed also provoked his hunger for her, enjoying the vigor of the actions, and decided to return the favor. Without breaking the contact of their lips, he swiftly moved positions, seating her on the edge of the table as he stood before her, continuing to kiss her with fervent desire.

Her form fitting dress made it difficult to part her legs, but he could think of a quick solution to this problem. He lowered his hook, ripping through the bottom center of her dress, avoiding cutting her skin. He tore it from the middle which now allowed her legs to be exposed. His hand slid under the now torn fabric, slowly moving up as he caressed her upper thigh, having no remorse for ruining her gown.

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[regina2]

Hook deepened the kiss and Regina slipped her tongue inside his mouth, quickly entangling his own in hers. She hadn’t realized just how hungry she was, how big an appetite she had until just now, with them connected in such an intimate way. But now her lust was growing! This closeness didn’t alleviate it but rather intensified the whole experience. She wanted him. Regina wouldn’t be satisfied by a kiss no matter how passionate. She wished to feel this pirate inside of her.

Soon the tables were turned so to speak and she was the one roughly repositioned so that she was seated on the edge of the table. Not like she minded. She was no frail little flower, no flake of snow. She appreciated a man with vigor and bite. She had a domineering personality and so did this man. It would be interesting to see how they both meshed and clashed. It was quite possible to have two controlling partners in this sort of dance. One would be more aggressive at moments and then the power would shift. So it was like a battle as well as a dance. And she enjoyed the challenge. If something was simple to obtain, it was hardly worth getting in the first place. She rather relished a rough exchange, a play for dominance. Timid and submissive types bored her, couldn’t sate her deep thirst.

The captain quickly lowered his hook to tear through the center of her dress, exposing her legs. She had no issues with this development. She cared little for riches. Most of her spending, funds not devoted to the kingdom but to personal use, went towards her lavish wardrobe. She could buy another dress. And as for legs, she certainly wasn’t ashamed of them. She had an impressive figure and knew it.

She shivered a bit as Hook caressed her upper thigh, slipping her hands underneath his shirt, touch light and teasing as she traced circles near his nipples, never quite letting her fingers stray that far.

[Killian Jones]

the asking

WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN

She tasted incredible and it only made him want to feel more of her; experience more of her. His own tongue probed into her mouth, drinking in her taste and the all consuming domination of his senses. He never quite expected to be engaging in such vigorous activities with the queen, but he supposed that added to the thrill of it. As a pirate, he wasn't exactly one who lived his life with a set plan. And this, was indeed a welcome deviation from his ultimate mission which was destroying the Dark One. Whatever pleasures he could find along the way, he certainly took advantage of . . . and right now, this was the start of what he knew would be quite the pleasurable experience. He felt her slender fingers moved under his shirt and tease the sensitive areas of his chest, causing him to lightly bite down no her lip as their mouths continued to remain joined.

He knew he should remove his clothing, wanting to feel more of her touch . . . but the priority of removing her own dress dominated every other thought. Suddenly forcing her back so that her back was against the table, he used his own front to keep her pressed down as his hook went to the frontal center of her dress and began to rip down the material, tearing it apart and exposing her alluring figure underneath. Pushing aside the ripped fabric of her dress, his lips moved from hers as he kissed down along her neck before moving to her now exposed chest, capturing her breast with his mouth, suckling it hungrily. He had previously thought of how she was an exquisite creature and this took the description to an all new height.

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