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[He's either very easily impressed or a total sap or both. She tries not to think too hard about which one it actually is. But then she might have to admit why that matters to her and why talk about deep things like that when she can tease him about being a pirate instead.

Logic. Emma Swan style.]

Hm, and here I thought they'd all be about wenches.

[Will she ever let past Killian live down his obvious obsession with her boobs in that dress? Probably not.]

( the problem with a hook for a hand is that rushed undressing never tends to end well for his shirt. there's possibly a hint of a rip as Emma relieves him of it, but if anything it makes the dirty bastard rumble a sound of content. hold him at knifepoint, ruin his clothes, whatever, he's into it.

he's a hand short when it comes to stripping a savior, but he refuses to use that as an excuse to keep her clothes on. he manages a breathless laugh at her half-assed remark, and the smirk on his face indicates he's definitely taking it as a compliment, he'll let her skate by on pretending it's about the furniture. )

Glad you approve, ( and his voice is a little rusty, now, when he tugs her ever-present leather jacket from her shoulders and whisks it callously to the floor. before she can protest her shirt is going over her head after, and he leaves it over her eyes to press his mouth to the curve of her breast instead. she can finish with that shirt of hers, right? he's got other things on his mind. )

( frankly, he's just easily impressed by Emma Swan. all it'd taken was a bit of threatening, a knife to the throat and chaining him to at least three different things. she was light a sudden flare in inky darkness, and he hadn't liked that blinding white at first. he'd fought it, if only because the wrong path had been the one he'd walked for so long.

he wouldn't say he was completely recovered from villainy. in fact, he doubted he ever would be. still, he owed her a great debt for showing him that he could be more than that, if he tried.

look, now that he's seen Emma's boobs out of her dress, the corset really doesn't compare. ) Drinking, drowning, women. They're second runner up, which is a bit sad as far as priorities go. ( sailors were supposed to think of the sea first and foremost, and in that Hook had become an especially horrible sailor of late. case in point, he's not thinking about the ocean at all right now! )

[If she's the light in the darkness then he needs to get his eyes checked.]

Speaking of-- [Emma pushes her pointer finger against his chest, like listen here buddy quit distracting her with talk about drunken wench pirate songs. She's fairly certain that she doesn't want to be a pirate. The title of savior already carries a heavy weight that she can barely handle at times.]

Tomorrow, you'll take me out and teach me the basics?

[No, she can't actually finish the shirt on her own, because he distracts her with that mouth of his on her breast and Emma ends up throwing her head back and arching into it, her arms trapped somewhere above her head in her shirt. For a few seconds at least, and a noise that sounds an awful lot like a moan and then several things happen at once.

The shirt is wrestled off and thrown to the side. Her legs tighten around him. One hand grabs him by the hair and pulls his mouth back to hers. The other snakes between their bodies and starts to undo his pants. She's obviously pleased with what she feels there because she's smirking into the kiss.]

But I like this better.

( fucking face it swan ur the living embodiment of the purest magic there ever was and you are a good person, no matter how much you grouse and pretend to the contrary!!!! he is on 2 ur lies.

goddamn it emma, I said he wasn't even thinking about the ocean right now. too late for that. there's a crooked grin on his face, one that doesn't match the ancient man he actually is. the idea of Emma and the sea together, well... there's not much more he could ask for. ) Yeah? You'd like to go for a sail? ( he's so grossly happy right now, Emma, why would u do this, i'm disgusted even writing this tag. )

Bloody minx, ( he says, half growl, have desperate plea for her to not stop. it's weird how the two combine so easily. comparing a man's member to the fucking furniture is pretty rude, possibly he'd argue that with a few more brain cells to rub together. he's easily got four or five knocking about in his pretty head of his. all of them are absolutely fried at her touch, the velvet of her skin, the heat of her body so close to his. so much for thinking clearly, it's an impossibility when they're this close.

he's not great at not feeling when it comes to Emma Swan. a point that surely frustrates her, at least more often than not. he can't quite turn off the reality that he loves her, has loved her like a smitten boy since she planted one on him in Neverland, yet blissfully he can't ruin this moment when he's so entrenched in it.

he'll stow the silent reminders of how much he cares about her, for now, if only because all he has mental coherence for is getting as close to her as humanly possible.

she doesn't bother with the shirt still hanging akilter over her shoulders, so he tugs it off himself with his hook. her hair is a mighty splay but it only proves what a lost cause he is that he finds her static halo of hair charming. her willowy movements and warm touch is hard to think past, yet his fingers dust along her spine looking for clasps he knows are there. he bloody hates her persistence in these bra things, but he's getting better at getting rid of them. no laughing you damnable modern woman, he'll get it soon enough. and grin like the cheshire cat when it falls open and slides down her arms. ) Thought you'd bested me, ( he says, to her actual bra, as if it had villainous and malicious intent. Killian Jones, once the bloodthirsty pirate of yore, now the devilishly charming slayer of lingerie. )

[noooo she's the worst. she takes all the hot water and wears too much red leather and she bites. well actually Killian seems to like that last part a lot.

Sorry to bring it up but it's more interesting than drunk pirate songs and it's also got the added bonus of not being related to feelings or relationships at all or the fact that it's the middle of the night and she's not tired because he's laying next to her. His smile is infectious and Emma finds herself grinning back at him. Happy is a good look on him. So is the dirty, dangerous pirate thing, don't get her wrong but he looks different when he smiles. Younger, maybe. Less bothered by his demons.]

I would. Only a sail. We can take Henry. Make a day of it.

[Yeah, talking to her bra is really sexy. She laughs anyway, a breathy noise that gives away exactly how turned on she is right now. Emma likes her walls, she likes to keep people out but this damn pirate has a habit of knocking his way through them like they're made of paper and not stone. Probably busts them down with his hook, since he just has to barely touch her with the thing and it feels like her skin is on fire. She wants more of that and if he's paying attention to the girl not the underthings or the girl's hand on him, he might notice the shiver that goes through her.

He breaks down her walls but she likes to think she does a pretty good job of getting through his, especially when she moves her hand and curves her wrist just so and he hardens in her hand. That hand is gone a few seconds later though, so she can let the bra drop to the floor and instead of going back to what she was doing, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in close. His bare chest pushed against hers.]

You know, [Emma nips at his chin and squeezes his hips with her legs too. Take the hint, pirate.] I think I saw a bed in the corner.

( let's be honest, he's pretty into the red leather thing too. and the easiest cure to her overly long hot showers is just storming in there with her, there's room for two under the magical indoor rain machine. one of these days he's just going to do it, the look on her face when he surprises her is always classic.

besides, catching her wet and naked is also something he'd be into. he's a man of simple interests, clearly.

he hooks an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close enough to kiss her near her ear. if his whiskers tickle, she'll just have to suffer through it. ) A day of it, then. ( it's honestly more intimidating a prospect to throw her son in the mix, yet Hook is surprisingly gifted at impressing Henry. sometimes moreso than Emma herself. he can probably manage an afternoon on the water without grievously putting off the lad. ) He might be more qualified to be the first mate than you, Swan. Do you suppose you can manage not making the orders for an afternoon?

( it should be an infraction on his ego that Emma would dare laugh. either he has enough ego to spare that a laugh at his expense doesn't bother him, or the breathless huff of laughter is just so bloody attractive he doesn't even care that she's laughing at and not with him. he chases back towards her lips, a kiss that is greedy and demanding. it's horrific, if you think about it, that the thing he's found hottest so far is the genuine note of laughter escaping her. his turn ons are turning into her happiness, you don't get more far gone than that.

at least that's not the only thing about her he finds attractive. he is a man, and damn him if she's not beautiful. it's not news, he's known that about Emma about since the time she scraped off his five o'clock shadow in lieu of hello back in the enchanted forest. still, seeing the cascade of blond against bare skin and the impressive lines and curves of her body, it's even more striking.

she doesn't let him look long, yet when the price is having her near, he can forgive it. ) A bed, ( he laughs, arms snaking behind her to pull her off the desk and further against him. ) Quite perceptive, aren't you? ( the best thing about the size of his cabin is it only takes a couple steps to move them from the desk, to the bed. he doesn't exactly lay her down gently, either, dropping her into a feather mattress and kneeling on the floor in front of her to devote his focus to the pants she still has on. getting into skinny jeans is not easy when you've got one hand and one hook to work with, but he's going to do it, damn it, and if he can't manage the zipper, then he'll just pull them down her legs instead.

it's impossible to say if he was truly incapable of the zipper, considering he didn't even bother to try it. )

[No that doesn't really sound like her, does it? Emma gives him a look however, because she sees the challenge for what it is and you better believe she'll be taking it.]

Depends. If you make stupid orders, I have the right to refuse them.

[She trusts him to keep her and Henry alive. If he makes any comments about her boobs in front of her kid, she reserves the right to hit him with the boon. And she doesn't even know what a boon is.

Emma drops her chin to rest on his chest, looking up at him. This isn't so bad. Cuddling and talking about nonsense. It's actually... really nice. Something she didn't know she was missing.]

Behave or I'll invite my parents too.

I should never dare.

( has anyone ever lied so sweetly? that's absolutely bullshit but he sells it so well. he'd totally make stupid requests just to see how far he can get away with it. still, she's mostly safe when her son is around... though he imagines teasing her a little would amuse her boy as much as it amused him.

yup, a real keeper, this one.

she looks unbearably charming, chin on his breastbone and blinking up at him with those cat-vibrant eyes. he frees his good hand to run a finger along the dusting of freckles just along the tops of her cheeks. ) Do it, I'd like to see that lunk of your father fly overboard. I suspect he takes orders even worse than you, and that shall do him unkindly when a boom is flying in his direction.

( love u tho dave )

[Emma wrinkles her nose, and all those cute little freckles when he does that, but doesn't otherwise stop him. David would be terrible at taking orders, unless they're handed to him by Mary Margaret, she's not even going to try and deny that. For all the time that her dad goes on and on about being a shepherd, she thinks that becoming a prince and later a king has gone to his head a little. He's used to leading.

She wishes that she had the confidence that her parents do sometimes. It's so easy for them, it makes her head spin. Whatever gene its on, she's pretty sure it skipped her generation but Henry got it, that's for damn sure.]

Careful, you'll have to answer to Snow White for attacking her husband. And I hate to break it to you but I think she could take you.

[Thanks for not ripping them off her with his hook. That's some real romance right here.

But let's be honest. She's not looking for romance tonight. Maybe in the morning when he'll brush her hair from her neck, maybe tomorrow afternoon when he takes her hand and brushes his lips to her knuckles, maybe at dinner when he gives her that smile that makes her feel like a little girl with a crush. That's when he can romance her.

Tonight, he can fuck her.

Emma undoes the zipper for him and lifts her hips so make it easier to pull her jeans off. Then hooks her thumb in the band of her panties and starts peeling them off too. No point in delaying the inevitable. She's the picture of bold and assured and confidence as she scoots back on his bed, and smirking at him like come and get it.]

( damn his blackened heart, even that nose wrinkle charms him. he's a lost cause, was lost long ago, and more and more of late he realizes exactly how at peace with that fact he's grown to be. after a lifetime, hell, lifetimes of chasing blood and anger and vengeance, to have his heart ruled by love again is a welcome reprieve. Emma never has to love him back, really, when she's granted him so much by letting him love her in the first place. )

Quite the contrary, I think your mum would also tell your dad to mind the boom. ( if Emma is going to make faces for his doting on her freckles, then he'll just dug on a stray tuft of blonde instead. yeah, he'll do that, literally the schoolboy in the yard pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes. whoops. ) I don't dispute the last bit. Seems to run in the family.

( Emma has taken him a time or twenty. he'd not be shocked if snow managed the same. he's just glad she has no reason to these days. )

( for Hook, honestly, that is kind of romantic. he'd have ripped her clothes off her without much in the way of remorse if he didn't know fully well she'd have to stumble back to her family sooner or later (he's hoping for later). he's not ashamed of the fact he's going to leave the royal princess with a hickey or twelve, but he's also fairly aware that Emma would not like to spend her time explaining them to her parents.

to be honest, no matter the fact he and David are "mates", Killian isn't so sure how much time he wants to spend explaining Emma's hickeys to her parents, either.

sometimes he needs the softer things, embarrassing really, for the creature he's meant to be. and other times the years of darkness show their mark, he's a bit more pirate than man, more need and greed than heart and soul. the sight of Emma Swan looking him dead in the eye as she wiggles out of the last scrap of fabric between them would kill the sentiment in just about any man, he figures.

come and get it, she suggests. well, he doesn't mind if he does. even without both his hands, he can catch her by the thighs with hand and hook and draw her near to the edge of the bed. come and get it, that seems a fair excuse for skipping the preamble as he does just that, skipping fingers to move straight to tasting her. )

[Snow White probably knows how to sail. It seems like something you'd learn as a princess in an enchanted realm. Her mother knows a lot of surprising things.

At least he admits that the Charming women are much more fierce than him. She's sorry now about holding a knife to his throat and leaving him chained on a beanstalk with a vengeful giant. It's not something she'll do again. Unless he's in to that and then they can talk.]

I'd probably save you. If I was in the mood to do some saving that day.

( snow had been keen to hop a boat out of town, it would be fair to say she might know more than one could expect. she also had her wits about her, and enough common sense to try and warn her husband about huge reams of wood flying at him. it didn't take too much for that one, though.

as for whether he's into knifeplay... no comment there's no good answer to that one..............

he laughs at her teasing, laying back slightly into the mattress. he could sleep here if Emma doesn't get around to kicking him out soon. ) Oh, is that how this savioring works? Dependent on mood? ( he rubs at her back and can't help a half smirk. ) I'll have to work at being especially endearing.

Fuck. Oh-- fuck.

[Now that she knows about this particular talent of his mouth, it'll be hard to appreciate the sass that tumbles out of his mouth. Yes, you're very funny and charming, Killian but his tongue can do this and she'll take a poll if she has to-- it's a much better use of his mouth. Not that Emma has any plans to share him with anyone else. Call her selfish, call her emotionally stunted but she'll be the only one enjoying this for the time being.

That hook will meet another part of his body in an unpleasant way if he tries.

Emma's hands grab at the sheets, his hair, his shoulder, pulling and nudging to there yes right there. She even lifts her hips to get closer and hope he doesn't mind a little bald spot because her fingers latch on to his hair when he hits something that sends sparks up and down her spine and she's holding him right there. Might be that she's a little selfish and demanding when being eaten out but better belief she returns the favor. She's close now, which is either a testament to his skill or how horny she's been all day or both.]

Killian, yes.

[Yeah, way to make this weird Hook. They had some nice sex, did some cuddling, shared a witty banter and she's getting ready to go to sleep and he's not making any moves to put his pants on. That's different. Usually one of them starts to make moves to leave, sooner or later and this is her house. It'd be weird for her to leave.

Or is it weird that she thinks it's weird that he wants to stay?]

Know what would really put me in the mood to save your life? Letting me get some sleep.

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