Hook and All
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apachefirecatTitle: Hook and All
Dedicated To: Romanajo123, who requested Emma/Hook - Cuddling
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Hook/Emma
Rating: Soft R/M
Summary: Emma knows she's in love.
Word Count: 1,496
Written For: Romanajo123, who requested Emma/Hook - Cuddling, and 1 Million Words A to Z: E (Emma)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It should feel strange, cuddling with this man, this Pirate. She hasn't done this with anyone in so long. The mere fact that she has a man in her home at this late hour of the night and isn't already in bed should feel strange in and of itself. Yet Killian hasn't moved on her at all all night. Oh, he's kissed her, but he himself has pulled away whenever her tongue has darted into his mouth.
Emma leans back, resting her head on his leather-clad shoulder. It should feel strange, she thinks again as the movie credits begin to roll. Yet somehow, it doesn't. It seems... almost... natural, even with the cold metal of his hook pressing slightly into her back. "This is nice," she murmurs, turning her face closer towards him and kissing his neck.
She feels an immediate rise against her jeans and follows his concerned gaze to where Henry's passed out in the recliner. Watching her son sleep makes her remember how gentle Killian was with him earlier, when he'd caught cold after they'd rescued Gepetto and Pinocchio from the whale's belly. She really needs to talk to that old man about how he and his child are constantly being kidnapped by sealife, but not tonight. Tonight she wants nothing more than to be held in the arms of the man she... Emma gulps suddenly. Loves?! she thinks frantically. Was she really going to end that question with loves?!
She shifts slightly and looks up at Killian from underneath her eyelashes, watching him as he watches her son, and in that instant, she knows the answer. Yes, she does love this man. As crazy as it seems, she does love him, and this moment, here with the man she loves, Pirate misplaced out of time and dimension and all, and the son she never got to have and had long ago given up ever even meeting, does seem completely perfect to her. If she didn't have to work, check on the rest of the family of course, and defeat the occasional bad guy, she could stay right here in this moment forever.
Was this, she wonders, what all the Fairy tales used to talk about? Was this what her mother felt for her father, how it was that they always found each other again no matter what happened, and what still keeps bringing them back together even against two worlds full of all odds? Is this what Regina, the Evil Queen of all people and her son's other mother, is finding with Robin Hood? Her life truly has become surreal, Emma reflects, but perhaps the strangest thing of is was that she is able to actually, honestly say she loves this man, even if she dares not actually say it aloud yet.
She blinks, realizing suddenly, that Killian is watching her with a rather bemused expression on his face. He brushes her hand behind her face and then softly strokes her cheek with the back of his ringed hand, something she suspects he knows makes her feel completely weak in the knees. "Tyke's finally asleep," he whispers to her.
"I know," she whispers back. "He fell asleep about mid-way through." It is only then that she understands why he's pulled back from her all this evening every time she has attempted to stroke his fire. She catches his hand and entwines her fingers with his. Dropping her voice to a husky level, she asks, "What are you going to do about it, Captain?"
In answer, he drops his mouth onto hers. His tongue slides smoothly into her mouth; hers eagerly answers his exploration. She can feel him pressing harder now against her back, and it's not just his hook. She smiles, her eyes sparkling, as she pulls back just enough to whisper him, "Not here."
"Dare I hope the lady invites me to her chamber?"
Her smile takes a mischievous, teasing twist. "You don't have to use all that brogue on me, Captain." You already have me, she thinks, but she still won't say the words.
She doesn't know how he does it. Killian Hook possesses an elegance no man from her time period has, or could even hope to have. Somehow, while barely seeming to move, he gathers her close into his arms and lifts her while he stands. She's surprised she can his heart pounding, but it's beating frantically as he steps, without making a sound, pass Henry and carries them out of her living room. She's glad now that she did finally get a place of her own here in Storybrooke. There's no one to interrupt them, given that no winged monkeys come crashing into her house. If they do, she has a feeling Killian might even find a way to dispatch of them with his hook while never once dropping her.
The woman she had been before coming to this town that has become her home would have protested greatly against a man carrying her, a man holding her as tenderly as he has done, and most especially about letting a man, any man, into her heart so much that she allows him to carry her over the threshold to her bedroom, `but on this night, with this man, every step quickens Emma's heartbeat and breath. It's almost as though she's dreaming until Killian lays her down and takes hold of his hook with his hand. She frowns then, the enchantment suddenly breaking. "What's wrong?"
"I..." His words trail off, and she can tell he's trying to figure out a way to tell her something of grave importance.
"What?" she demands, pushing herself up on her elbows. "What is it?" She had come to understand that the reasons he had inclined her earlier invitations was that Henry was present, but now... Then she realizes what he's doing. He's taking his hook off. "No," she says, placing a hand over his and stilling the unscrewing process.
He looks up at her, clearly baffled. "Em -- "
"No. Leave it on," she whispers softly, more emotion than she cares to admit laced clearly in her voice. She leans up and then down and sweeps her lips softly over the cold metal of his hook. Carefully, she takes its curve into her mouth and suckles, and when, with a mouthful of metal, she looks up into his handsome, dark eyes, she sees they're full of tears.
"You're a Princess -- You're more than a Princess. You're -- "
"If I'm a Princess," Emma challenges him, not wanting to be reminded about the Savior bit on this night so full of the magics of romance and love, "I get the man I choose. Now leave the hook on, Captain."
"Yes, ma'am," he says, his deep, accented voice almost a purr. She leans back, gesturing for him to come forward. Slowly, one by one, he undoes her buttons with his hook. After her sweater had falls away, it takes only a quick, gentle pull at her bra's clasp to make it come undone. She hears his breath catch, and she, in turn, is awed by how much he is awed by her body. Ever so slowly, he touches his metal to her bared breasts and slides the curve of his hook tenderly over her hardened nipple.
Emma leans up again. He's moving too slow! She cups a hand around the back of his neck, her fingers thrusting into his dark, silky locks, and yanks him down to her. "I love you, Captain," she says, just before her lips slam up onto his, "hook and all!" Damn it all! She hadn't meant to say that aloud! But she does!
Despite all her best defenses, she loves this man, Pirate, fairy tale character, hook, and all. She loves him just the way he is, and she knows she is incredibly blessed to have him and all the rest of the wonders and blessings this little town has brought her. She'll stay here for the rest of her life, Emma decides, gladly, happily with her family and this man. She wonders if he'll marry her. She never before thought she was the marrying type, but she's going to marry this one, even if it's at the point of Prince Charming's, her dad's, sword!
"What, Swann?" Hook asks softly, lifting his mouth upon feeling her giggle.
"Nothing," she says, wrapping her arms and legs around him and pulling him determinedly closer. "I was just thinking how much my life has changed! It's been a crazy ride, but I wouldn't change one bit of it!"
"I would."
His reply catches her by surprise. "What's that?"
"I would've met you sooner," he answers without any hesitation at all. "I love you too!" He returns to kissing her, and Emma lets go of all thoughts. Plans for their future can wait until tomorrow, or even far longer than that. All that matters is that she has him and they love each other.
The End
Dedicated To: Romanajo123, who requested Emma/Hook - Cuddling
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Hook/Emma
Rating: Soft R/M
Summary: Emma knows she's in love.
Word Count: 1,496
Written For: Romanajo123, who requested Emma/Hook - Cuddling, and 1 Million Words A to Z: E (Emma)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It should feel strange, cuddling with this man, this Pirate. She hasn't done this with anyone in so long. The mere fact that she has a man in her home at this late hour of the night and isn't already in bed should feel strange in and of itself. Yet Killian hasn't moved on her at all all night. Oh, he's kissed her, but he himself has pulled away whenever her tongue has darted into his mouth.
Emma leans back, resting her head on his leather-clad shoulder. It should feel strange, she thinks again as the movie credits begin to roll. Yet somehow, it doesn't. It seems... almost... natural, even with the cold metal of his hook pressing slightly into her back. "This is nice," she murmurs, turning her face closer towards him and kissing his neck.
She feels an immediate rise against her jeans and follows his concerned gaze to where Henry's passed out in the recliner. Watching her son sleep makes her remember how gentle Killian was with him earlier, when he'd caught cold after they'd rescued Gepetto and Pinocchio from the whale's belly. She really needs to talk to that old man about how he and his child are constantly being kidnapped by sealife, but not tonight. Tonight she wants nothing more than to be held in the arms of the man she... Emma gulps suddenly. Loves?! she thinks frantically. Was she really going to end that question with loves?!
She shifts slightly and looks up at Killian from underneath her eyelashes, watching him as he watches her son, and in that instant, she knows the answer. Yes, she does love this man. As crazy as it seems, she does love him, and this moment, here with the man she loves, Pirate misplaced out of time and dimension and all, and the son she never got to have and had long ago given up ever even meeting, does seem completely perfect to her. If she didn't have to work, check on the rest of the family of course, and defeat the occasional bad guy, she could stay right here in this moment forever.
Was this, she wonders, what all the Fairy tales used to talk about? Was this what her mother felt for her father, how it was that they always found each other again no matter what happened, and what still keeps bringing them back together even against two worlds full of all odds? Is this what Regina, the Evil Queen of all people and her son's other mother, is finding with Robin Hood? Her life truly has become surreal, Emma reflects, but perhaps the strangest thing of is was that she is able to actually, honestly say she loves this man, even if she dares not actually say it aloud yet.
She blinks, realizing suddenly, that Killian is watching her with a rather bemused expression on his face. He brushes her hand behind her face and then softly strokes her cheek with the back of his ringed hand, something she suspects he knows makes her feel completely weak in the knees. "Tyke's finally asleep," he whispers to her.
"I know," she whispers back. "He fell asleep about mid-way through." It is only then that she understands why he's pulled back from her all this evening every time she has attempted to stroke his fire. She catches his hand and entwines her fingers with his. Dropping her voice to a husky level, she asks, "What are you going to do about it, Captain?"
In answer, he drops his mouth onto hers. His tongue slides smoothly into her mouth; hers eagerly answers his exploration. She can feel him pressing harder now against her back, and it's not just his hook. She smiles, her eyes sparkling, as she pulls back just enough to whisper him, "Not here."
"Dare I hope the lady invites me to her chamber?"
Her smile takes a mischievous, teasing twist. "You don't have to use all that brogue on me, Captain." You already have me, she thinks, but she still won't say the words.
She doesn't know how he does it. Killian Hook possesses an elegance no man from her time period has, or could even hope to have. Somehow, while barely seeming to move, he gathers her close into his arms and lifts her while he stands. She's surprised she can his heart pounding, but it's beating frantically as he steps, without making a sound, pass Henry and carries them out of her living room. She's glad now that she did finally get a place of her own here in Storybrooke. There's no one to interrupt them, given that no winged monkeys come crashing into her house. If they do, she has a feeling Killian might even find a way to dispatch of them with his hook while never once dropping her.
The woman she had been before coming to this town that has become her home would have protested greatly against a man carrying her, a man holding her as tenderly as he has done, and most especially about letting a man, any man, into her heart so much that she allows him to carry her over the threshold to her bedroom, `but on this night, with this man, every step quickens Emma's heartbeat and breath. It's almost as though she's dreaming until Killian lays her down and takes hold of his hook with his hand. She frowns then, the enchantment suddenly breaking. "What's wrong?"
"I..." His words trail off, and she can tell he's trying to figure out a way to tell her something of grave importance.
"What?" she demands, pushing herself up on her elbows. "What is it?" She had come to understand that the reasons he had inclined her earlier invitations was that Henry was present, but now... Then she realizes what he's doing. He's taking his hook off. "No," she says, placing a hand over his and stilling the unscrewing process.
He looks up at her, clearly baffled. "Em -- "
"No. Leave it on," she whispers softly, more emotion than she cares to admit laced clearly in her voice. She leans up and then down and sweeps her lips softly over the cold metal of his hook. Carefully, she takes its curve into her mouth and suckles, and when, with a mouthful of metal, she looks up into his handsome, dark eyes, she sees they're full of tears.
"You're a Princess -- You're more than a Princess. You're -- "
"If I'm a Princess," Emma challenges him, not wanting to be reminded about the Savior bit on this night so full of the magics of romance and love, "I get the man I choose. Now leave the hook on, Captain."
"Yes, ma'am," he says, his deep, accented voice almost a purr. She leans back, gesturing for him to come forward. Slowly, one by one, he undoes her buttons with his hook. After her sweater had falls away, it takes only a quick, gentle pull at her bra's clasp to make it come undone. She hears his breath catch, and she, in turn, is awed by how much he is awed by her body. Ever so slowly, he touches his metal to her bared breasts and slides the curve of his hook tenderly over her hardened nipple.
Emma leans up again. He's moving too slow! She cups a hand around the back of his neck, her fingers thrusting into his dark, silky locks, and yanks him down to her. "I love you, Captain," she says, just before her lips slam up onto his, "hook and all!" Damn it all! She hadn't meant to say that aloud! But she does!
Despite all her best defenses, she loves this man, Pirate, fairy tale character, hook, and all. She loves him just the way he is, and she knows she is incredibly blessed to have him and all the rest of the wonders and blessings this little town has brought her. She'll stay here for the rest of her life, Emma decides, gladly, happily with her family and this man. She wonders if he'll marry her. She never before thought she was the marrying type, but she's going to marry this one, even if it's at the point of Prince Charming's, her dad's, sword!
"What, Swann?" Hook asks softly, lifting his mouth upon feeling her giggle.
"Nothing," she says, wrapping her arms and legs around him and pulling him determinedly closer. "I was just thinking how much my life has changed! It's been a crazy ride, but I wouldn't change one bit of it!"
"I would."
His reply catches her by surprise. "What's that?"
"I would've met you sooner," he answers without any hesitation at all. "I love you too!" He returns to kissing her, and Emma lets go of all thoughts. Plans for their future can wait until tomorrow, or even far longer than that. All that matters is that she has him and they love each other.
The End
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Date: 2022-08-25 04:18 pm (UTC)(I admit I may have skimmed past some of the more..adult bits)
But this is lovely. It sounds like them. I love the little details like Emma loving him even with the hook, or the line about having to save Gepetto and Pinnochio from a whale. What...happened there?? :lol: And that Killian is gentle with Henry because of course he is. :)
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Date: 2022-08-27 03:50 am (UTC)I'm sure you haven't forgotten the original tale of Pinocchio, where they did end up in the belly of a whale for a while?
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Date: 2023-01-04 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-04 04:26 am (UTC)