Title: Pirate's Treasure
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairings: Emma Swan/Killian Jones (Captain Hook)
Rating: Hard R for this chapter.
Warnings: This is an AU story. You will recognize most of the characters but this story deals nothing with the curse. There is some smut towards the middle of this chapter so if you are under 18 don't let your mom or dad catch you reading this.
Summary: Emma Swan is a Princess who craves adventure, danger, and passion. Killian Jones is just the pirate to satisfy her desires.
A/N: I own nothing. Everything belongs to ABC/Disney. Thank you once again to the amazing allisoniskiller for looking over this chapter. Also, thank you for reviewing, following, and putting on your favorite list. Please continue to review.
Chapter 5: It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding
The morning of the wedding dawned bright and clear, the complete opposite of what King James and Queen Snow were feeling. They had spent the last seven hours in tense silence, ever since their daughter's lady in waiting frantically informed them that Emma was not in her chamber and could not be found anywhere in the castle. The castle guards, along with King George's guards, were ordered to do a more thorough search of the castle, only to come back to confirm that not only was the Princess missing but the Queen's royal jewels were also gone.
The throne room doors opened and the King and Queen looked up anxiously. King George and Captain Victor approached the front of the room, each wearing solemn expression.
"Have you found her yet?" King James asked in a quiet, hopeful tone.
"I regret not, Your Highness," King George replied. "My guards searched the castle grounds and could not find any sign of the Princess."
The Queen broke into a desperate sob, and King James pulled her into his arms. He ran his hand soothingly up and down her back, murmuring comforting words in her ear. His tired eyes glanced over to Captain Victor. "Did anyone see anything?" he asked.
Captain Victor took a step forward and shook his head. " The public is aware of the fact that the Princess is missing, but no one has come forward, as of yet Your Highness." He paused and gave King James an inquisitive look. "Might I inquire as to the Princess feelings regarding her upcoming nuptials?"
"Why?" King James asked sharply.
"Well if the Princess was unhappy at the prospect she might have…"
"Be careful of what you say Captain," King James cut in a curt tone. "My daughter is no coward and she is no thief."
"Of course she isn't," King George said. He scowled at his Captain and motioned for him to step back. "I apologize for my Captain. I shall send him and my guards out again to search for your daughter." With swift nod of his head to the King and Queen, King George turned a walked out of the room, Captain Victor following behind him.
"This is a mess!" King George complained as they walked the cold, drafty hallway. "All of our plans are ruined because of that stupid girl!"
"Perhaps not," Captain Victor replied conspiratorially.
The King looked at his captain questioningly. "What are you thinking?"
"It bodes well for us that King James does not believe his daughter ran away," Captain Victor explained shrewdly. "It means we can make him believe anything."
"What do you suggest?"
"We find a couple of poor villagers who are willing to say anything…for the right price, of course. If we can convince the King and Queen then…"
"Then I might still get my war."
Emma clutched the sheets that lay below her, gasping as his tongue expertly licked her taut nipple. His beard scratched softly on her delicate skin and she arched her hips, silently begging him to sheath himself into her tight, wet heat.
He looked up, his blue eyes shining with desire. "Patience Princess," he rasped. His fingers lightly grazed her stomach and slid down further. She parted her legs and keened softly as two of his fingers dipped between her folds.
"Please…oh please," she pleaded wantonly.
He dragged his lips across the flesh of her neck, pausing to nip and suck. "Say my name Princess."
Emma moaned as his fingers circled her bundle of nerves. She grabbed his shoulders and began to shake. "Killian," she called out breathlessly. "Killian… Killian!"
Emma's eyes snapped open and she bolted up right in the large bed she had been sleeping in. She looked around the unfamiliar room wildly before her eyes landed on the tall figure straddling a chair backwards in the far corner.
"I'd ask you if you were having a good dream but judging from your flushed skin and the fact you were screaming my name I'm going to hazard a guess and say yes," Killian teased with a smile.
"Wha…Where…How," she sputtered as she scrambled towards the head of the bed, ignoring the throbbing between her legs. She pulled the blanket up over her body protectively and glared at Killian. "Where am I?"
The pirate stood slowly and stretched. The un-tucked black linen shirt he wore rose, displaying an expanse of tan, firm skin. Emma tried not to stare at the trail of dark hair that lead to the waist band of his trousers and failed miserably. She heard a quiet chuckle and glanced up sharply, a faint blush gracing her cheeks.
"Don't worry, love," he said with a wink. "You can look if you like. In fact, if you want to touch…"
"Stop it!" she ordered, her eyes now blazing angrily at him. "Tell me where I am right now."
"You, my dear, are aboard my ship, the Jolly Roger," he replied as he walked to the edge of the bed.
"Aboard your ship," Emma repeated through tense lips. "You kidnapped me!"
"I'm afraid you left me no choice," he said simply.
"How do you figure that," Emma retorted.
Killian stepped closer to the head of the bed, and Emma's traitorous body squirmed in anticipation. The mattress shifted as Killian sat down next to her, swung his legs up, and crossed his boot covered ankles. "You would have told your parents my crewmen stole your mother's jewels."
"Your crewmen did steal my mother's jewels," she responded with a roll of her eyes.
He nudged her shoulder playfully and winked. "Yes, but I don't want them to know that."
Emma let out a frustrated sigh. "So I'm to remain your captive?"
"I prefer to think of you as my guest and whether you want to stay or not will be up to you."
She looked at him in puzzlement. "What do you mean it will be up to me?"
Killian lifted a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers, as though it were fine silk. He heard Emma's quiet gasp and grinned at her. "We are five days away from the next port, should the wind stay with us. When we dock you will be free to leave and return to your kingdom. By land it will take at least a week for you reach, and we will be far away by then. Or…"
"Or?" Emma said softly, slightly mesmerized by the sensation of his fingers playing with her hair.
"Or you can stay aboard. Travel the seas with me and my crew, visit new lands, and meet new people. It will be an…"
"Adventure," she finished saying in quiet contemplation. She gazed at him, her heart racing at the thought of leaving everything behind for a life at sea. "What makes you think that I would agree to stay with you?"
Killian leaned in close and Emma felt the blanket slip from her grasp as he took her hands in his. "A woman who can throw a dagger like you shouldn't be confined in the walls of some dreary castle, Princess."
She swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away from his. A thousand emotions were coursing through her body: excitement, fear, joy, anxiousness…desire. She couldn't deny that the thought of traveling with the gorgeous, if slightly aggravating, pirate sitting next to her appealed to her. To her, Killian Jones was an adventure all by himself.
"If I decide to stay here, with you, I would need to write a letter to my mother and father, let them know that I'm okay."
"I don't think…" he began to say.
"That is not up for negotiations," she cut in firmly. "They must be sick with worry right now."
He stared at her for a long moment before slowly nodding his head. "Alright, should you decide to remain aboard you may write a letter to your parents."
"Not just write a letter, but send it as well," she added with narrowed eyes.
He grinned, impressed with how shrewd she was. "You, my dear, would make a bloody, amazing pirate."
One corner of Emma's mouth fought against an upward tick, feeling a sense of pride in his praise. "Thank you," she replied,
"Fine…you may write to your parents and send it to them. I must ask, however, that you do not tell them you are with me. I already have enough charges against me and don't wish to add kidnapping royalty to the list."
"I suppose I owe you a debt for telling me what King George planned to do, so I promise not to tell them you kidnapped me." She paused and added, "That is if I decide to stay."
Killian brought her hands up to his lips, and Emma realized with a start that he had been holding them the entire time. He kissed her knuckles gently and whispered against her skin, "I guess I have five days to convince you not to leave."
Her lips parted slightly in surprise and she drew in a shallow breath. She felt a physical pull towards him…a desperate need to feel his lips pressed against hers. Her eyes searched his and she could see the same need in them. "I suppose you do."
Her words broke whatever spell had fallen over them. Killian jumped up from the bed suddenly and walked over to door. "Excellent," he declared with a manic grin. "I love a challenge." He spun to face her stunned expression and added, "Join us on desk when you've finished dressing. My men are excited to meet a princess."
'Finished dressing?' Emma thought, bewildered. She glanced down and noticed for the first time what she was wearing. "Whose shirt is this?"
"That would be mine, Princess."
"Why am I wearing your shirt?" she asked with a scowl.
"Well, I could let you sleep in a corset, my dear. You might have suffocated in your sleep," he quipped, his eyes bright with mirth.
Emma's face turned alarmingly red, and she fidgeted awkwardly on the bed. "You undressed me!"
"Don't be embarrassed, love. As far as breasts go, you have the most stunning pair I've seen in quite awhile."
She shrieked something unintelligible at him before lunging for an empty glass that sat on the bed side table. Killian darted out of the room just in time to hear the glass shatter against the wooden door.