saviorcomplexing | open rp post ;

( Hook doesn't even know photographs are a thing. and teaching him could be dangerous, because if he consents to a picture snoozing into her pretty sheets, you can bet he'd want compensation in a picture of his own. chances are very poor that he'd want a picture of Emma's sheets, either.

the palm on his back is less lecherous and more comforting, though. one of those little gestures he tends to think Emma doesn't want him to understand, lest he see that there might be some sort of depth to them. too late, but he'll play the fool if it pleases her. he's been a fool for her for quite some time, now. he rolls onto his back to face her properly, catching her palm and putting a kiss to the inside of it. if she were allotted touches that didn't mean anything (and meant a great deal), then so was he. )

Aye. If you wanted to. I always thought you'd make quite the pirate.

( have you heard about his issues, Emma? bc he's legit got hundreds of years worth. they're pretty even on issues, and somehow loving her makes his demons claw a little less. maybe he'll never fully escape them, yet she's a brightness he can't help but lean towards. he'd be a fool not to, when she's the first spark of happiness he's had in hundreds of years. )

Now I don't buy that. If you thought you had some savioring to do and the stairs just didn't suit, out you'd go. ( for real, Emma, do even you buy that you wouldn't jump the hell out a window when your heroism was getting the better of you? because he didn't, not for a second... though he is glad to hear that there was no death defying stunt needed to find her way to his ship.

now, tours are not really at the height of his mind. more one room in particular, and spending his time with his mouth so stuck on hers that neither of them would see the scenery. but Emma had asked about one of his favorite things... he'd be remiss not to introduce her to the ship that had been his sanctuary for so long. ) You didn't see enough of her in Neverland? ( he's surprised she wants to see, but far from reluctant to show her if she really wants to. )

I said fair ladies don't jump out of windows. Not that saviors are fair ladies.

[It's true. He caught her. She would jump out of a lot of windows and into certain danger if it meant saving someone she loved. The situation tonight wasn't so desperate.

That's not to say the woman herself isn't.

This is what she gets for trying to flirt with him. Give me a tour is code for show me your bedroom. Maybe that's just a her world. Maybe she needs to teach him.]

Well, it's not like I got to see much of your bedroom in Neverland.

[He's not getting naked pics, so forget about it.

Emma fits herself to his side when he turns, because he has her hand and a good share of the blankets and it's cold because Maine is always freezing it seems like, and she could come up with at least ten more excuses if pushed to it. Her palm is warm where his mouth touches, connected to a heat in her belly that could be love or lust, she's really not sure. It's been a while since she actually loved someone to remember it well.]

Why's that? And because you like the pirate wench look on me doesn't count.

Now that sounds more like it!

I'd be happy to keep you both company.

Everyone here has been awfully accommodating.

Happens when you live in a town full of people from fairy tales.

Henry says don't forget the sprinkles.

Oh, I would never. I found the sparkly kind!

What was it like for you when you first arrived?

Well, everyone was cursed. It's not really the same anymore. My roommate turned out to be my mother.

Did she ever accidentally try to tuck you in at night?

Once but she was drunk and upset because David left her for his curse wife.

I had no idea he was (sort of) married before.

They don't really talk about their curse lives often. I don't blame them.

You're a fair lady as far as I'm concerned, Swan. ( granted, his idea of fair lady was perhaps a bit skewed. he wasn't particularly impressed by wilting flowers or ladies that had to stay in reach of their fainting couch. Emma was his sort of woman, strong and ferocious and not without her own set of demands. he wouldn't know what to do with a fair lady proper if he even had one.

well Emma, don't pretend to be into his interests if you just want to fool around! Hook responds well to the point blank — lets fuck would have avoided an actual tour! though, for the record, he's not as committed to showing her about as he is to getting her clothes off. he's both gentleman and pirate, granted, but sometimes pirate wins out. )

There was a great deal of danger and adventure distracting back in Neverland. I suppose your father might have been cross if I'd taken the time to show you my bedroom.

( he doesn't seem against showing her now, though. screw you, dave, there's no reason to avoid it now!! he catches her fingers to drag her along the deck. if she really wants an eye on the specifics, she'd best speak now or forever hold her peace. )

( you say that now, Emma, but for real. you have not ever had to deal with a pirate that is so very convincing before. don't show him the capacity of cameras and expect him to not want to take a picture of you naked.

whatever draws her naked body to press to his, Hook isn't keen to inquire. let Emma keep her excuses, if he doesn't know the truth he can pretend she simply wants to be there. or perhaps those excuses are all means to an end, when the result is the same. )

Being a pirate is more than the aesthetic, I'll have you know. Making your own way, whether others want you to or not. Refusing the status quo and deciding your own path. We're ruled by our own convictions, instead of those decided for us. You can't tell me you don't agree with that.

( Emma has her own convictions and ideals that pull her, that's something he's already noticed in their time together. more oft than not, she agrees with the law of the land, but when she doesn't she'll do what she thinks is right, and that's about as pirate as he can expect from anyone. )

I wouldn't either. I know things were complicated, then.

Not much less so then they are now.

Hurry up. We want ice cream.

[He might have a point there. She's never been one to let people tell her how to live or how to feel. Like she told Ashley, there's no fairy godmothers in this world. Things don't just come to you for being a good person or because you made a wish. She had to fight for everything she had.

Emma hums after a moment, and takes her hand back. Places it back on his chest and another of his scars. This one she doesn't ask about. At least not yet. It looks a lot like it came from a knife and that might lead them down a darker topic.]

Pirates steal and pillage and plunder too. There's a song about it here, you should look it up. And I'm the sheriff around these parts, so I'd have to arrest myself and that's just messy. Or my dad would have to, which is even worse.

[Is she just being contrary because she doesn't want to admit that they're very similar because that's basically the same thing as saying things like 'I love you' or 'let's get married' in her strange, broken heart? Maybe.]

[It's not her fault that he's thick af and from a world that apparently doesn't use metaphors and innuendos for sex.

Emma laughs as he pulls her towards his room, reminded of another Hooker in another time and place who had no idea who she really was or what they would become to each other. Just a man driven by rum and lust and a low cut dress. Not that tonight is much different, except for the fact that she's wearing pants and a sweater that isn't showing much cleavage.

But she's not wearing any underwear either so that should make up for that. And she's not really stopping to look at anything or ask questions either.]

You probably shouldn't keep talking about my dad if you actually want to get laid tonight.

Darling, you only get arrested if you get caught doing something nefarious. A good pirate is never caught.

( says the pirate, that has definitely been caught, in a tangle of sheets and savior. oh well, let him dream, let him pretend he's still free as a bird with as much freedom as the ocean can grant him. in his heart he knows he's not quite the rapscallion he used to be, because what he wants never changes and has nothing to do with sea or sand or sail. it has to do with a savior still cautiously toeing the line about caring for him, and he'll be here waiting as long as there's a chance she'll make it across.

he runs rough fingers over her hand, the delicate planes of bone underneath fair skin. Emma is one of the strongest women he's ever known, and yet there's delicacy to her. the tiny bones in her hand, and yes, the frightened muscle hidden under her ribcage. ) Now, about this song... ( he quirks dark brows in expectation. Emma, you brought this on yourself for bringing it up. now he wants to hear it, that's totally on you. )

( try wagging your eyebrows and winking next time emma, that's how people know you're flirting. it's so sad that nobody ever taught you that... maybe putting things in or around your mouth, that works too.

as difficult as it is to not talk about Emma's father — they're basically best mates now, Swan! don't take this away from him! — he barks a laugh, both at her bluntness and well, that's a very good point, isn't it? )

As you wish, ( he promises, threading his fingers through hers to drag her off. if she wants a tour she can take it with her eyes, and quickly, before they get to the cabin. probably that's good enough. they don't even get the door closed before his hand abandons hers to find her hip instead. he lands a kiss at her throat, tipped under her jaw to the place her pulse whispers. it's easy to think he's forgotten about the tour at this point, but when his mouth inclines lower, suddenly it comes paired with a grin and a hook brandishing behind him. )

There's the desk, and next to it I've got a chest. ( why is he like this. is this pointless teasing worth not getting laid? maybe. or he might be hingeing on she'll be too content with his mouth to really rebuke him for being a shithead. )

Edited (comes in hrs later to fix a typo byeeeeee) 2016-12-05 16:08 (UTC)

[Saviors are cautious creatures by nature when it comes to their own hearts. It's not a problem to throw everything she has into saving someone, to give them their happy ending. But giving herself one? That's just crazy talk. Her happy ending includes no more fighting, so how can she have it and still help people?

Exactly.]

You really need to figure out what youtube is.

[She could probably do more to teach him. But then what else would she laugh at besides his confusion at the modern world. Emma is pretty fond of him, which is as close to saying the L word as she can get right now, so that's the only reason she clears her throat and starts to sing. Quiet and slightly off key but:]

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

[Maybe if he's a good pirate, she will be putting certain things in or around her mouth later tonight.

Emma lets out a breathless laugh when he starts actually giving her a tour while attacking her neck with his mouth. Clever, that's very clever and funny and two people can play at this game. She slides her hands into his hair, holding his mouth exactly where it is and after a moment, she starts nudging him towards said desk.]

Tell me, is it a sturdy desk? I might need a demonstration.

( that's a question he has no answer to. he isn't sure what his happy ending might look like, except for he would like for her to be in it. (an especially dangerous thought, that one.) he's a pirate, he's sailed the seven seas and then a few more, he's traveled all his life and grown peevish to be kept in one place for too long. it seems rather unbelievable that a pirate might like to settle in and put down a few roots. have someone that loves him and isn't spending every waking moment of her life saving the world.

knowing Emma, it'll still be a great part of her life. if she'll take a break on occasion, that'll have to serve. he's not quite capable of the blind optimism required to imagine that one day there will be no fighting left. the world doesn't work that way, none of them seem to.

he's never heard Emma sing before, and a large part of him suspects she'll be too guarded to test it. he's surprised but pleased when she grants him the little diddy. ) Yo ho, yo ho, ( he agrees with a half laugh, kissing the corner of her mouth in reward for the sonnet. he's easy to impress, it seems. ) better than all the pirate songs I know. They're all about drowning, or drinking... or sometimes both.

( nice one, though no promises on him being good. though let's be honest, if he was overly well behaved right about now she'd be rather disappointed.

is the table sturdy? well the structural soundness of his furniture is such an appropriate tour question, isn't it? she none-too-subtly hints him in that direction and he follows, at least for a few steps, before he turns to press her up against it instead. though the fingers knotted in his hair are at least decent incentive to keep from pulling back too far, even though one could argue he's a fan of hair pulling. )

Bolted to the floor, ( and that's the truth, it'd be horrible if his bloody desk flew across the room during a storm, now wouldn't it? hand and hook aren't quite as capable as two hands would be, but they do all right, and they're more than enough to lift a savior to deposit her on said sturdy desk with little issue. if she wants to test the strength, there's no better way. )

[Oh. Yes.

She'd say he does more than alright with the one hand, and she's excited to relive what else he can manage between hook and hand if the way she hooks her legs around his middle and pulls him in tight says anything. Emma doesn't waste any time, dragging her fingers down from his hair to his pants and then she starts yanking on his shirt.

Off with it. It's in her way.]

It's nice.

[Is she talking about the desk or the shirtless pirate between her legs, it's hard to say.]

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