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DON'T OWN IT.
It was night aboard the Jolly Roger, and Emma was leaning against the railing of the stern, her eyes cast up at the stars. She felt a presence next to her after a moment, and she didn't need to look over to know who it was.
"The stars here don't twinkle." She said.
"That's because it's a different atmosphere, Love." Hook replied quietly, both of them unknowingly looking at the same star. "What are you doing out here, Emma?"
"Can't sleep." She shrugged. "Every night, before Henry brought me to Storybrooke," her voice caught on her son's name, but she swallowed the lump in her throat. She wasn't going to cry. She'd done enough of that recently. Far too much for her liking. "I'd look up at the stars, hoping he was doing the same. Somehow I felt closer to him. It's stupid, I know…"
"No, it's not." Hook said firmly, surprising them both for the second time that day when he took her by the shoulders. "Whatever makes you feel closer to the ones you love is not stupid, Emma." The blonde couldn't hold his intense gaze. She averted her eyes to the nearest object, which was his sword, propped up against the wheel of the ship.
"What the Hell kind of pirate are you, Captain Jones?" She teased. "Going all romantic on me?"
"You're the one who fell on top of me, Love." He quipped, then turned serious. "That kiss, it wasn't just a burst of pent up anger. I was trying to convey to you how much I… care about you." He chose his words carefully, not wanting to scare her.
"I–I–" Emma's mouth opened and closed, and the words were halting when they came out. "I love you." Apparently it was her turn to surprise him.
"Did I hear you right?"
"I've lost too many people without telling them how I feel until it's too late… in some cases, I never got the chance, and I'm not making the same mistake again." Switching roles yet again, Hook was the one who was speechless this time. So, he did what any sensible man would do when the second love of his life professed her love to him, he kissed her. Hard. And this time, it didn't take her what felt like a whole minute to respond and kiss him back, groaning into his mouth.
"Gods, Emma." He said once they pulled apart.
"Promise me this isn't a one-time thing. You won't kiss me and say you love me, then leave me." In her heart, though, she knew that wasn't the case.
"I promise." He whispered. Content, Emma leaned in for another kiss. Her thigh brushed up against his crotch, and she smiled.
"I just saw your sword over by the wheel…"
"Ah, so you did understand what I was saying at Lake Nostos." His face was a mirror image of hers. As their lips met for the fourth time, and Hook's tongue silently asked for permission to enter, Emma lost control. After biting his bottom lip with a tiny bit more force than was necessary, she began undoing the button on her jeans. "Not here, Love." His hook pushed her fingers away.
"Hooook." Emma all but whined.
"I didn't say 'no'. I said 'not here'. If we're going to do this, we're doing it properly. That means a bed and time." Before she could protest, he swept her up bridal style.
"Right. Cause you're always a gentleman." She huffed.
"Shhh…" He nibbled her earlobe. "We wouldn't want the others to hear you complaining." Since he knew the ship like the back of his hand, he had no problems getting him and Emma to his cabin. He placed her on the bed, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Not now, Love." Hook whispered. He peppered her neck with kisses, slowly making his way down until her black tank top became a problem. He slid his hook under the bottom of her shirt, and she gasped at the sudden cold. Emma arched her back so he could tug the fabric up. With his other hand, he pulled it over her head. He was none too discrete about taking in her taut stomach. In his distraction, she took the opportunity to shimmy out of her jeans and sit up. He went to unclasp her bra, but she grabbed his forearms and pulled him onto the bed. He landed with an unceremonious 'oof', and Emma pinned his arms above his head. "This is a first."
"You made me wait." She purred. "And teased me."
"That was hardly teasing, Love." In a second, their positions were switched. "I want to make love to you, Emma. This isn't for my own personal enjoyment." The seriousness and sincerity in his eyes –as well as the unconcealed love– was what made her comply, and she just laid there, eyes closed, waiting for his touch. And waited. And waited some more, until finally, in a fit of frustration, threw her eyes open.
"What the Hell are you waiting for?"
"You just looked so peaceful…"
"If. You. Don't. Touch. Me. I. Will. Do. It. Myself." She threatened. "And no fair that I'm half naked and you're fully clothed."
"Gods, a little demanding, aren't we, Princess?"
"Hook!" Emma hissed.
"I wanted to take my time with you, but apparently I won't be." He grumbled as he untied his shirt and peeled off his leather pants, leaving him only in his boxers. Emma felt a familiar, welcomed swirl in the pit of her stomach. With hand and hook, he spread her legs and sat down on the edge of the bed. With the pad of his pointer finger, he began stroking her through her panties.
"You're already so wet for me." Hook smirked. He removed his finger and replaced it with his hook, which tugged on them.
"No, these are my only pair." She said quickly. Not trusting him not to rip them off, she pulled them down her long legs. Hook did the same.
"It's not fair that I'm all naked and you still have a corset on… a strange looking one at that."
"It's not called a corset…" Emma rolled her eyes, but unclasped her bra anyway. They stared at each other for a beat, both stark naked and full of longing. In one swift motion, he was on top of her, lining himself up with her entrance. Slowly, he entered her, and Emma gasped.
"Too fast?" He asked tenderly, the thought alone of causing her pain enough to make his blood run cold.
"Not fast enough." She murmured, wishing she was on top so that she could go at the pace she wanted. Never one to let a woman be disappointed, Hook withdrew himself but reentered, this time faster. Again and again, his room filling with the sounds of their bodies slapping together and their moans. Emma managed to get one hand on the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and the other down to rub her clit, which was aching with lack of attention. Her moans morphed into shouts, and his turned to grunts. Both tumbled closer to the edge, and at the same time, they fell over it together, crying out in ecstasy.
Hook flopped over to the side, landing next to her, both of them panting. Then, he did something he hadn't done since Milah:
He placed a tender kiss to Emma's mouth.