This was supposed to be a funny, little, smutty one-shot. Well, that was the idea. But then the characters completely turned on me, they apparently enjoy doing that to me, and now it's more a story about lust and lost with a dash of angst.
This is slightly AU-ish since I bring Hook back to Storybrooke in another way than he came back on the show!
Oh, and those of you who are familiar with my writing know what to expect when I rate one of my stories M ... but if there are any 'newbies' here, it's M-rated for a reason! So if you don't like it, don't read it! :-)
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Emma froze for a second, automatically reaching for her gun which was of course not on her body but lying on the night stand. But how should she have known that someone would break into her hotel room? No one even knew she was here. She had needed a break and just left Henry with her parents to have a night for herself. Apparently a splendid idea since she was now standing only clad in boxer shorts and a t-shirt in a room with a stranger who could probably overpower her without much effort since her only weapon was a tube of night cream she was holding in her hand.
But then her body relaxed before her mind even could catch up. She knew that voice, she should have recognized it instantly and somehow knowing to whom the voice belonged made her exhale a relieved breath and she had to suppress a chuckle as the weirdness of the situation hit her. He was a dangerous man. She shouldn't let her guard down around him but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. If he wanted to hurt her he would have driven the sword into her when they had fought at the lake. He had over three hundred years of experience; she wouldn't have stood a chance if he had wanted her dead.
"Swan!" Killian replied, flicking the light on, letting his eyes rake over her body, a smile curving up his lips. "Much better. I prefer it with the lights on."
"You prefer …." Emma started, groaning loudly as she realized what he'd just implied. "For God's sake, Hook! You broke into my room, probably pissed about me tying you up again and leaving you behind, not to mention stealing your ship, and your first words are another sexual innuendo?"
"I didn't expect you to be so forthcoming." Killian stated, pointing his hook towards her. "Your sleeping attire doesn't leave much to the imagination."
"Oh my God."
"I like it."
"How can you be so awfully chipper?" Emma asked exasperatedly. "I would have expected you to turn the town upside down in search for Gold."
"He is alive?" Killian asked, his voice suddenly ice-cold. "Rumpelstiltskin is alive?"
"Shit!" Emma muttered under her breath. "You didn't know?"
"I poisoned him." Killian exclaimed. "He must be dead. He couldn't have survived this."
"It's a long story. But he survived. And Cora is dead." Emma said, adding softly. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Killian's voice slashed through the air and he jumped up from the chair, closing the distance between them, getting right into her face. "YOU ARE SORRY? Three hundred years! I spent three hundred years planning my revenge, waiting patiently for the right moment. Three hundred years, Swan! I finally had him where I wanted him. Vulnerable, without magic. I killed him. I finally got my revenge and you're telling me that it was all for nothing? That I failed? How is that possible?"
"Like I said. Long story." Emma replied, trying to keep her voice calm.
"I have all night."
"I really don't think this is the time and place ..."
"That's why you needed my ship!" Killian said, suddenly realizing why she'd stolen his ship. "You had to bring him back to Storybrooke as fast as possible. But why, Swan? Is your savior complex so huge that you couldn't let him just die? He spent almost his whole life killing people in the most cruelest way. You should have just let him die. He deserves to die."
"You are right. He killed a lot of people and maybe people can't change. Maybe he deserves to die. But I needed to safe him for one particular reason."
"And what would that reason be?"
"I couldn't let Henry's grandfather just die." Emma said quietly. "Especially not right in front of his eyes."
"Henry's grandfather?" Killian asked incredulously, before the pieces apparently clicked together in his head. "Bloody hell! You slept with his son?"
"I didn't know that he was his son back then.
"Wait a second! When Rumpelstiltskin is Henry's grandfather then …" His voice grew low, a sudden flash of deep hurt crossing his face. "Milah was his grandmother?"
"Yes, she was." Emma spoke softly. "So you see why I can't let you kill Gold."
"Doesn't matter." Killian growled. "I'm still gonna kill him. He murdered my love."
"Believe me, I wish he hadn't." Emma snapped. "If he hadn't gone after Milah and you, you wouldn't be here."
"And that's what you want, right? For me to just disappear out of your life."
"Yes." Emma said, well aware that she hadn't answered him immediately, cursing inwardly that she'd hesitated.
"You just hesitated." Killian insisted, cocking one eyebrow.
"I did not."
"I knew you actually like me." Killian stated, the teasing back in his voice.
"I don't like you." Emma told him sharply. "I curse the day I met you. You just keep making my life so much more complicated."
"Right back at you, love. You keep stepping between me and my revenge."
"Great. At least we've got that settled."
They were engaging in a silent staring contest, neither one of them willing to admit defeat. But then something suddenly changed and Emma had no idea how it could have happened but one moment they were staring daggers at each other and the next she was in his arms, kissing him hungrily, their tongues clashing together, their teeth clicking against each other and Emma tasted blood as she bit down on his lip hard, the urge to hurt him almost overwhelming.
This was insane. This hunger, this need. It was insane and she had to stop it. Right now. But instead of shoving him away, instead of stepping back, her hand went to his pants, her fingers opening the buttons as fast as possible, a moan escaping her as her fingers brushed over his length.
Stumbling backwards, she took him with her, her knees crashing against the bed and she tumbled onto the mattress, her hand wrapped around his shirt, yanking him down with her, their hands colliding as both reached for her boxer shorts and Emma lifted her hips and Killian almost ripped the fabric apart as he shoved it down her legs.
If she could have formed one coherent thought she would have asked herself where all this desperation came from. They were still fully clothed from the waist upwards, he was still wearing his freaking coat, he didn't even push his pants down all the way. But the urgency of the situation made her body almost go up in flames. They didn't even have the time to get rid of their clothes, she needed him so desperately in her that she just didn't care. This was plain and simple fucking. She wanted him to fuck her because there was nothing tender about it. She wanted him to drive into her, to take her hard and fast.
His hand went to her knees pressing them towards her chest, a sizzle of pleasure rushing through her as she felt his muscles clench under her fingers as he lowered himself between her legs. She could feel his mouth against her shoulder, could hear his ragged breath and his teeth dug into her flesh the same moment he pushed into her and a strangled cry escaped her as his thrusts came hard and fast.
It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted from him. It was as if he could read her mind. As she felt him tense in her arms a part of her was relieved that he hadn't been able to make her come but then his hand slipped between their bodies and his finger found her most sensitive spot, putting soft pressure on it.
"I'm not going to come without you."
His hoarse voice directly beside her ear shot hot, fiery pleasure through her body and a tremble rushed over her skin as his finger started to move in the same rhythm as he trust into her. Her body went rigid, her breath leaving her mouth in shallow bursts as he pushed her closer and closer to her release. She thought she would explode any second and when his husky voice reached her ear again, she couldn't deny his request.
"Open your eyes, Emma. Look at me!"
The moment she met his eyes she knew she'd made a mistake. They were too far gone to keep their walls up anymore and for a split second before she tumbled over the edge she could see right into his soul. He wasn't hiding anything from her and her breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering painfully against her ribcage as his eyes told her everything she never wanted to know about him.
He'd let her in.
For a brief moment she'd seen the man he really was and the realization that she could never ever pretend that she didn't care about him slammed into her at the same moment her body got overwhelmed by the passion and she felt as if not only her body got ripped apart but also her heart as he kept pushing into her, drawing out her orgasm, his eyes never leaving hers until he finally got swept away by the passion himself and followed her over the edge.
His weight was pressing her into the mattress, his sweat-soaked hair was plastered against her cheek and he was still panting against her skin. Emma was lying underneath him with closed eyes, trying to pick up the pieces and put them back together again because he'd clearly shattered her into a million pieces and she couldn't let him see how much it had affected her. It was supposed to be only a quickie. Something they just needed to get over with because it had been clearly hanging in the air between them since the moment they met.
He rolled down from her and she looked up at the ceiling, hoping that this had all been a dream. She didn't just fuck with Hook. She didn't just lose control like that. What had she been thinking? Obviously she hadn't been thinking at all. But the moment his lips met hers she couldn't control her body any longer. In a blink of an eye her brain had shut down completely, her body taking what it wanted and apparently it had wanted Hook.
She would not think about the fact how amazing it had felt to have him in her, to feel him moving in and out of her. She would not think about the fact that alone kissing him had set her body on fire. She would just stand up and go to the bathroom and when she would come out again he would be gone. Because that was how these things were done. Bang the chick and flee the scene the moment it was over. He would be like any other man. Hopefully.
Slipping from the bed, she leaned down to pick up her boxer shorts from the floor and disappeared into the bathroom, glad to have a few minutes for herself. Minutes she needed desperately to pull herself together again.
He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had sex like that. He wasn't even sure if he'd ever had experienced something like that. This woman was definitely the first one who had made him lose control in a very long time.
She'd made him forget for a few minutes that he hadn't killed his enemy. He hadn't revenged Milah. He was tired. Exhausted by three hundred years of plotting his revenge only to fail again. Would it ever end?
He heard the water stop in the bathroom and his eyes wandered to the door, waiting for her to emerge. He didn't want to leave. Not yet. He just wanted to forget. He didn't want to think about Rumpelstiltskin. He wanted it to be over.
He needed her. He needed her to make him forget about it. If only for a few hours.
"Why are you still here?" Emma asked annoyed. Why couldn't he act like any other man for once?
"I thought we should talk." Killian replied, actually enjoying her obvious discomfort with the situation.
"There is nothing to talk about." Emma huffed. "I completely lost my mind for a few minutes. That's all. But I found it again and this ... will never happen again."
"Losing your mind?" Killian asked amused. "Pretty accurate description for what happened over there. But believe it or not normally I'm not in such a hurry when I take a woman to bed. I prefer them writhing in pleasure underneath me, begging me for more."
She just couldn't keep her body from reacting to his deep voice, his accent making it impossible for her to keep her cool. She knew he was doing it on purpose but knowing it didn't help at all.
"Would you please leave now, Hook?" Emma said, hating the pleading tone of her voice. But she really needed him to leave. She didn't know what she would do if he would stay any longer.
"Because ..." Emma trailed off, staring at him as he leaned back into the chair, crossing his legs in front of him and she wouldn't be surprised if she would actually start drooling because no one should look as handsome as he did. There should be a law against it. Rubbing one hand over her face, she realized that her hands were actually shaking and she balled them into fists, meeting his gaze again, taking in a deep breath before she admitted. "I'm apparently not able to resist you and even though my brain is telling me to get the hell out of here, my body already wants you again."
"Then why fight it, love?" Killian asked softly. "We know this was going to happen sooner or later and we both know it will happen again."
"But this ..." Emma gestured towards the bed, actually blushing as she remembered what happened in there just a few minutes ago. "This wasn't me.
"So, if this wasn't you ... maybe we should give it another try?" Killian leaned forward, putting his forearms on his knees, propping his chin up on his hook. "You can show me the real you."
"So not a good idea." Emma shook her head.
"Why, love? You want me and I want you." Killian stated. "It's as simple as that."
"Nothing about this situation is simple and you know it."
"Tell you what? Let's just steal one night."
"Steal one night?" Emma's voice rose in surprise. "What do you mean with that?"
"One night." Killian spoke barely above a whisper, suddenly all the amusement, all the mischief had vanished out of his eyes, his voice carrying utter sincerity as he continued. "One night where we are only Killian and Emma. One night where we forget who we are. One night where we are just enjoying each other. A stolen night."
"One night?" Emma's voice hitched, the wish to say yes pushing to the surface, her lips almost already forming the word.
"One night." Killian said, waiting patiently for her answer.
"Okay." Emma couldn't believe she actually agreed to this. But her whole body was already aching for him again. She just couldn't resist having a whole night with him. "But just this one night."
"Come here, love." He stretched his hand out and Emma stepped closer, slipping her fingers in his hand and he tugged at her hand gently, pulling her between his open legs.
She didn't know what she had expected. But certainly she hadn't expected the sudden tenderness. His fingers slipped under her shirt and he leaned forward, his mouth brushing over the taut skin of her stomach, his tongue trailing along the hem of her shorts and she shivered, her hands finding their way into his hair, realizing with slight wonder how soft it felt between her fingers. His hand trailed upwards, taking the shirt with him, his lips following the path of his hand and Emma stepped even closer, a shiver running down her spine as she felt the cool metal of his hook pressing against the small of her back.
"Hook." She whispered, not knowing what she actually wanted but sure that she just needed more than feeling the tender brush of his lips against her skin.
"Killian." His voice broke through the fog that was clouding her brain.
"What?" Emma asked confused, looking down at him.
"Killian." He repeated firmly. "My name is Killian. We agreed on it, love. Killian and Emma. For one night."
"Okay." Emma said softly, licking her lips once before she added quietly. "Killian."
His name felt foreign on her tongue. She hadn't even allowed herself to think his real name. Whenever he'd invaded her thoughts she'd thought of him as Hook. Saying his given name, made it somehow so more intimate. An intimacy she wasn't sure she wanted.
Stepping away from him, she looked at him scrutinizing for over a minute but he didn't move, giving her the time she needed and a soft sigh escaped her before she leaned forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the chair.
He was standing way too close to her, his nearness stealing her breath away and she just reacted on instinct, pressing her mouth against the skin his open shirt revealed, her tongue drawing lazy circles along the metal of his necklace. Her fingers slipped under his coat, brushing it off his shoulders before she trailed them down his chest, starting to unclasp his vest, letting it follow the way of his coat.
Letting her mouth trail a path up to his neck, she dropped her hands to the buttons of his shirt, pushing them through the holes slowly, enjoying to hear his breath quicken as she spread her fingers out over the muscles of his abdomen while her mouth found his, her tongue skimming over his bottom lip.
His hand found its way beneath her shirt and his fingers trailed upwards, a deep groan rumbling through his body as his fingers brushed the underside of one of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and the thought that he'd only have to stretch his fingers to touch her nipple, shot straight into his groin.
Leaning back, he wrapped his hand around the fabric of her shirt, looking into her eyes, asking silently for permission and Emma raised her arms, making it easier for him to pull the shirt off her body.
His eyes darkened with desire as his gaze fell on her naked body and Emma took in a sharp breath as his mouth shot down and his lips closed around her nipple, sucking it in hard. The arm with his hook was firmly wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling backwards as he assaulted her breasts with his mouth and fingers, making her arch into his touch, her fingers digging hard into his shoulders as he shot wave after wave of pleasure through her body.
She was hardly able to stay upright as he let go off her and she grabbed his waist and swirled him around, pushing him towards the bed and on the mattress. Kneeling down in front of the bed Emma took off his shoes before she slowly ran her hands along his legs, relishing the feeling of the cool leather under her fingers. She had to admit it, he looked amazing in leather. Not that she would ever tell him that.
Her fingers were quickly opening the buttons of his pants, hooking her hands behind the waistband to pull them down his legs. Standing up, she stared down at him, lying on the bed in all his naked gloriousness and Emma gulped hard.
"You're gorgeous." She whispered. "Your body … damn it, Killian. This is incredible."
"I'm glad you appreciate it."
"How can I not?" Emma stretched her hand out, letting it trail over the planes of his stomach, lingering over the scars that marred his body. "You have the body of a warrior."
"Well, I'm over three hundred years old, love. You'll pick up a scar or two along the way."
"This must have hurt." Emma said softly, her fingers outlining a thick scar at the outside of his thigh.
"I told you in the hospital, I've had worse." Killian stated before a mischievous smirk appeared on his face. "Wanna kiss it better."
The smirk dropped off his face as she actually leaned down and brushed her lips over the whole length of the scar before she let her mouth wander up, her body rubbing softly against his as she kissed a path along his stomach and over his chest until she reached his mouth and engaged him in a slow but sultry kiss.
Flipping her over, he settled between her thighs, pushing her legs further apart, locking eyes with her.
"You're beautiful, love." Killian rasped, slipping slowly into her, his eyes taking on a stormy gray as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into her.
"Make me writhe, Captain."
Pressing his mouth on hers for another searing kiss, he started to move. Taking her with slow and deep thrusts and Emma was certain before the night was over he would make her beg.
Emma stared out of the window, her hand intertwined with his. She could see the light changing outside, could see how the sun started to rise. Letting go of his hand, she trailed her finger over his skin before she turned around to face him. She'd thought that he was still asleep but he was wide awake, his eyes searching hers and a feeling of loss slammed into her. The night was over. They had to let go off the Killian and Emma they'd been for one night.
As if he was sensing her distress, he pulled her closer, his mouth searching hers and Emma didn't even waste one thought on morning breath as his tongue slipped into her mouth, kissing her so softly and with such tenderness that a sob escaped her throat and a lonely tear trailed down her cheek.
She knew this was the end. She knew this one night was the only time they could be together. The reality had crept into the room with the light of the morning sun. A stolen night. That was all they could have.
"Emma, please." She could hear the emotion clouding his voice. "Please don't cry."
"I have to go." Emma replied quickly, slipping out of his arms, brushing the tear away from her cheek.
She didn't look once at him as she walked through the room and picked up her clothes, throwing everything into the bag she'd brought with her the day before. Taking a fresh set of clothes with her to the bathroom, she closed the door firmly behind her and slumped against it, biting her lip to suppress the tears that were rising up in her chest. She wanted to crawl into a ball on the floor and sob. Her heart ached, the feelings flooding her making her whole body hurt.
She didn't want to leave him. She didn't want to go. But she had to. Once again she had to be strong. She could do it. She could break down later. But right now she would get out of here with her head held high.
Walking slowly towards the mirror, she looked at her reflection, taking in her pale face, her eyes slightly red from unshed tears. It had been a long time since she'd felt that devastated. Her lips began to quiver and she pressed her hands hard against the porcelain of the sink. She would not start to cry. She would fall apart if she started to cry.
This night had been a mistake. She should have known better. She should be old enough to know that such an attraction never came without feelings and staring once again at her reflection she realized what big of a mistake she'd really made.
Because she was falling for him. She was falling for Captain Hook.
Gritting her teeth, she straightened herself. Her heart had gotten broken once by a man, she would not let that happen again. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she forced herself to smile.
"Will you ever learn from your mistakes, Swan?" She whispered, gulping down the tears.
Taking in a deep breath, she pushed herself back from the sink and gathered the things she had left in the bathroom, throwing them all in the bag she'd taken with her. Grabbing the bag tightly, she inhaled deeply again, her other hand on the knob of the door before she turned it and stepped into the room.
Her gaze fell immediately on him and seeing him propped up against the headboard, the sheet bunched around his waist, his hook glimmering in the sun light, his eyes looking at her intensely, she almost threw herself back into his arms.
Giving him a shaky smile, she walked to the door and she was already half way out as she stopped. She couldn't go without saying anything. She just couldn't. Turning around slowly she met his gaze again, her voice shaking slightly as she whispered. "Killian?"
"Thank you. Thank you for this stolen night." Emma said barely above a whisper and she felt the tears burning at the back of her eyes as she added. "I'll never forget it."
Killian stared at the closed door for several minutes without moving a muscle. She was gone. The night was over. He'd wanted to have this night with her to make him forget and he actually hadn't thought of Rumpelstiltskin once during the night. Even now his mind wasn't busy with coming up with a new plan to kill him.
Sitting up, he propped his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hand. It had been plain and simple. One night. Just one night and it had been one hell of a night. She had given him everything, demanding more and more of him to the point where the exertion had almost made him black out.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed his hand over his face, pictures of her writhing under him flickering over his closed eyelids, her husky voice, saying his name over and over again, was still ringing in his ears. He could still taste her, he could still smell their arousal lingering in the air surrounding him. Jumping up, he rushed to the window and yanked it open, taking in the fresh air in huge gulps.
This had been a mistake. He should have left after the first time. He shouldn't have stayed. Because one night wasn't nearly enough. It had just fueled the fire and now his whole body was burning.
They would never work. They could never be together. Too much obstacles were standing in their way. But he had seen the tear slipping down her cheek when she had said good-bye to him.
Maybe everything was speaking against them but it hadn't stopped them from developing feelings for each other. Because this night hadn't been all about sex. Somehow she'd managed to get through the wall he had built around his heart. He'd promised himself to never ever fall in love with a woman again but apparently, after three hundred years of keeping that promise, he had gone and fallen in love again.
The epiphany that he loved her should have shocked him but it actually calmed his raging thoughts. He was in love with her. He was in love with Emma Swan.
They had agreed on one night. But that was before he'd realized that he wanted so much more from her than only one night of passionate sex. He wanted her. He wanted everything and he would find a way to get it.
I might pick this story up sometime along the road but it will definitely not be anytime soon! I have way too much WIP's on my hands already.
I have to admit I gave myself a lot of feels while writing it, my throat even closed up during certain scenes. I hope I got the feelings across because I actually broke my own heart a little bit with this story. And that proves how utterly obsessed I am with these two. It's ridiculous!
So, hit me with your thoughts and please review! :-)