Braving The Sea {A Captain Hook/Hope Mikaelson one shot}

A single ant marched across the sticky surface of the bar Hope was propped against. She made no effort to block its path toward the bit of sugar dashed across the wood grain.

Hope watched its little legs carry it over small cracks that would have been ravines for something so small. Yet it persevered to bring the bit of sweetness back to its colony.

If men were more like ants, maybe she wouldn't want to squash them all the time.

Groaning, she sipped her tequila sunrise through her straw and let her eyes wander around the bar. It was relatively slow for being so close to Mardi Gras, but she wasn't about to complain. 

She adored New Orleans—it always felt like home—but sometimes wished for something else.

Something different.

There had been a glimmer of that something hardly an hour ago, but he, too, had decided he wanted something different.

Something that wasn't her.

Hope cradled her face in her palms and rested her elbows on the bar's edge. It wasn't like she hadn't experienced rejection before, but this time, she had been so careful. She'd waited patiently and taken things slowly, just as her Aunt Rebekah had advised, and it still burned to the ground in a pile of pitiful ash.

She couldn't keep a guy.

She couldn't keep a girl.

What was the point in putting herself out there when it was proven each time she did, it would only burn and leave her scarred?

"Rough night, baby?" Delphine asked from behind the bar.

Hope peeked through her fingers to watch her shake up a drink mixture and pour it over a strainer into a cold glass of ice.

"I think I'm destined to die alone." Hope mumbled through her hands and didn't miss the way Del's hip cocked to the side as if she'd said something incredibly offensive.

"Excuse you?" Del asked, sliding the glass down the way to a gentleman with a stocking cap on his head. 

Hope sighed and removed her hands, leaning back in her chair to look at her interrogator head-on. "I just think maybe I'm better off alone."

"And I think you've had too much to drink."

Hope smirked. "I'm not drunk, Del."

"Honey, you're either drunk or you're outta your mind, 'cause let me tell you something," she leaned forward, her beaded earrings swishing as she did, "you are Hope Mikaelson, beautiful and talented, and any man in their right mind would be more than lucky to have you," she paused, looked Hope up and down, and smirked, "or woman."

That earned a laugh from Hope, and she nodded, though she didn't agree; she just didn't have the energy to argue.

"Don't bring that bad energy into my bar," Del eyed her, "I'll kick you out on your pretty little ass."

Hope smiled around her straw. "Yes, ma'am."

The muggy Louisiana heat would have felt suffocating if Hope had cared enough to be annoyed. The stars were out, but so were the bugs, and as she walked down the dim street, she swatted the pesky mosquitos away from her neck.

The distant sound of a bell made her look up from the ground. She blinked, surprised to see the marina not far from where she stood. It had been a long time since she'd been here, and in her absent walking, she hadn't realized how far from the Quarter she'd gone.

Curiosity pulled her forward- she hadn't been here at night before. How many people had stayed out at the docks during the twilight hours?

Stepping onto the wooden platform, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans and continued forward. It wasn't as busy as in the day, but it wasn't without movement either. Late-night fishermen continued bringing in treasures, like crawfish that seemed to like the brackish waters.

Most of the boats were lined up on either side of a large empty space in the center. Why weren't there any boats in this area?

Hope glanced over the edge to watch the water beneath. No nets had been placed. She stepped back and started to continue when a bell to her right rang. 

Stopping, she looked over at the vast emptiness of the ocean ahead.

The bell continued to ring. It sounded like it was ringing beside her, but that was impossible. 

There wasn't a boat here.

Parting her lips, the salty air of the marina touched her tongue. That, and the unmistakable zing of magic. Magic that she couldn't place. It didn't feel familiar.

Staring at the empty space for a few long seconds, she inched forward and stopped at the edge before she could fall into the inky black below. 

Reaching her hand forward, expecting to feel nothing, her palm rested against a flat surface.

Blinking back her surprise, Hope hesitated before trailing her fingers as she walked to her left. She didn't let her hand drop as she felt like invisible wood. The sound of creaking and swaying enveloped her the further she went.

Hope nearly fell forward, managing to catch herself with her hands before she could face-plant.

"What the hell…" she mumbled as she groped with her hands what felt like stairs. Yes, that's exactly what they felt like.

Looking up, she couldn't stop the sudden urge to continue up. To see where these invisible stairs would take her.

It was likely nowhere good, but what was it like without a little adventure?

Hope climbed, and all at once, her entire perception changed the moment she reached the top.

This couldn't be real- could it?

Slowly, she slung her leg over the edge of what she could only describe as a pirate ship.

Glancing over her shoulder, she watched people mill about their duties as if a massive ship with sails larger than she'd ever seen was there. But, she supposed, to them, it wasn't. 

Hope hadn't seen the ship until she ascended the steps, and even now, looking around, she still wasn't sure she trusted her eyes. 

The place was beautiful, from the wooden deck to the spiraling stairs that led to the helm, where an intricate wheel stood proudly. A single lantern sat at the foot of a man. 

Hope froze, watching him.

He was leaned back in a chair with his head against the ship's side, snoring softly. His presence should have given Hope the signal to run off the ship, the magically hidden pirate ship, but she couldn't seem to make her feet move in that direction.

The man, who was asleep from exhaustion or, more likely, the empty bottle under his chair, was dressed like a pirate out of a storybook. 

If Hope had to give a single word, she'd say swashbuckling.

Glancing over her shoulder, she surveyed the area. Certainly, there were others nearby, but she didn't hear any others. At least, not with the ocean crashing on the side of the hull.

Biting her lip, she walked precariously toward the little door that appeared to lead to a lower level. When would be the next time she'd have the chance to explore an unexplainable magical pirate ship?

Probably never.

Just peek around, get the curiosity out of your system, and leave.

With a nod to herself, confirming her plan, she used a light foot to reach the lower level. Careful not to hit her head against the ceiling, she took each step down slow and steady. Listening for any signs of another person aboard, it seemed the only one here was the drunk one on the deck.

So, where were they all at then?

Surely, he wasn't by himself.

Using her night sight, she looked but didn't touch. Honestly, she didn't want a rat or roach to scurry away because she'd probably set the place on fire in a panic.

By the time she made it to what she felt might be the lowest point on the ship, so many questions had peppered her mind, and she could answer none of them.

The swell of the sea beyond the wall beside her sounded more calming than she would have thought. It was almost relaxing, though the rocking to and fro was something a person would have to get used to.

Sea legs, she supposed. Something she didn't have.

Hope suddenly lurched forward, losing her balance as something knocked into her from behind. She slammed into an iron gate of some kind. No, a door. Hope rubbed her forehead as she stood to her feet and turned, but to her surprise, the cage-like door slammed shut in her face.

On the other side stood a ruddy man in a red cap. Not the man from the deck, but someone she didn't know.

"I'm sorry, miss, but the Captain will be wanting to know about this." His frantic voice came as he stepped backward, wringing his hands nervously. "You really shouldn't have come aboard."

Anger struck Hope with more ferocity than she expected. She slammed up against the cage, wrapping her fingers around the blackened grates, and started to pull, but to her horrific realization, the thing wouldn't budge.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed and pulled with all her might, but nothing worked.

Not her strength nor her magic could open the door.

"Open the door," Hope snarled at the man who watched her with curious fear- she bared her fangs, "OPEN THE DOOR!"

The man jumped and slowly backed away, quickly escaping and disappearing from sight. Leaving Hope to the sounds of the sea and the taste of her own bitter regret.

Pacing wasn't nearly as helpful as it usually was. The ship continued to rock, and it seemed to worsen over time. Hope ran her fingers through her hair and pulled at the roots lightly. 

She was trapped on an invisible ship inside a magical cage that she couldn't move. There was no lock to pick, she didn't have a phone, and nobody knew she'd come to the docks.

Hope kicked the bottom grate with a growl of frustration.

"Easy, love. Don't be breaking my ship."

Her head snapped to the side, and she gritted her teeth, wanting more than anything to get on all fours and tear the throat out of the man in front of her. With hair like that of a raven and clad in leather, he was the epitome of pirate cliche.

That stupid side-ways grin of his immediately grated Hope's nerves. He walked forward, the heels of his black boots echoing across the small room.

"My name is Killian." He grinned as though trying to show a sign of sincerity, but looking into his ocean eyes, she saw past the ruse.

This man wasn't the sincere type.

"So," he continued, leaning against the cage door, "it's only fair I get your name."

Hope watched him, observing every move he made. Every tick of his jaw and every movement of his fingers.

She paused, staring at his hands or what would have been a hand. A gleaming hook took the place of what should have been flesh.

"Do you like it?" He grinned, a bit of dark hair brushing across his forehead as he held up the shining metal to admire. "Taken by a Crocodile."

Hope rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. "Of course it did."

His dropped, though a glimmer of humor remained in his eyes. "Don't believe me?"

Moving forward, she leaned against the cage. "I'd be more inclined if you unlocked the door."

Killian let out a laugh. "You snuck onto my ship and expect me to be so lenient as to free you?" He tsked his tongue and bit his lower lip, and as he did, his eyes trailed over her as though he were undressing her with his imagination.

This, she could use.

Pressing herself against the gate of the hold, she moved as close to him as physically possible. A sly smile curved her lips as his hormonal scent became musky…darker. He could try to lie and say he wasn't turned on, but the chemistry of the human body didn't lie.

"I beg you to reconsider," Hope murmured, letting her voice become soft as a rose petal.

Killian leaned forward and that smirk took hold of him again. "No, sorry, love," he chuckled, looking her over once more, "though, I do love the effort."

Grinding her teeth, she gazed into his eyes and let her own dilate.

"Open the door."

Killian's features smoothed as he reached into his pocket and promptly unlocked the door. Without hesitation, Hope burst through, slamming the door into his chest and forcing him to stagger back, falling backward into the opposite wall.

Get off the ship, she ordered herself and took off running. Hope dashed up the creaky stairs, pushed past crew members that had now taken up residence in the lower level, and forced herself through the door she'd entered earlier, bursting onto the main deck.

Hope sprinted but then slid to a stop as sunlight blinded her. She spun in her spot, looking around herself in a frantic 360, but no matter which direction she looked, she was met with nothing but an endless, open ocean.

Her shoes slid as she darted to the ship's side, ignoring the bewildered crew members as she crashed into the side to look over the edge. Below, the waves crashed against the hull, sending a spray of salty brine into her face.

"This isn't happening…" Hope suddenly let out a gasping scream as arms wrapped around her waist from behind, hoisting her up into the air.

"Grab the ropes!" Killian hollered, yanking her from the side of the ship. "No! Not those, the ones from the Enchanted Forest!"

Hope squirmed, but before she could do much else, the sensation of being bound solidified around her. She thrashed to the ground, like a fish out of water, and the pirate let her. Watching her from where he stood, features contorted into a face of rage.

Killian was silent as he watched her squirm and kick out her legs. He didn't utter a word as the crew gathered to watch, whispering amongst themselves.

Breathless, Hope looked down at herself. Her entire torso was wrapped in tightly wound rope. Rope that must have been made of the same magic as the hold because she had no hope of moving.

"You're a fighter, I'll give you that," Killian said gruffly, lowering himself to a squatting position to watch her, "you sneak onto my ship, then attack me? What more did you expect?"

Hope looked up at him from her place on the floor. She couldn't stop her eyes from shifting into burnt amber.

"She's a demon, sir. Like the lore from the books…a witch of the sea, I think." The man with the ruddy complexion and red stocking on his head voiced.

Hope turned her gaze on him, though she could still feel Killian's gaze on her.

"Take her to the hold," her gaze flitted back to Killian and she narrowed her eyes, but he didn't look away from her, "no one is to venture there and do not look into her eyes."

Two sets of hands pulled her up to her feet, though she hardly walked as they dragged her back to the door she'd just escaped from. Hope squirmed and rocked her body, flailing her legs in the attempt of an impact to stick.

"She's a human of their world, Captain," the other man whispered to him, "can we really keep her here?"

With a sigh, he responded. "What choice do we have? She knows about us. About the ship. We can't risk her exposing us."

It was all Hope heard before she disappeared under the deck and was promptly thrown into the hold, but since her arms were still bound, she couldn't stop the impact of the floor to her face.

Hissing, she snapped her fangs at the two men, but they shielded her eyes as they left just as quickly.

Breath heaving, she stared at the door as they left, eyebrows furrowing.

"Did he say Enchanted Forest?"

Hope wasn't sure how much time had passed or if the sun was still up, but she did know she was exhausted and starving. Resting against the side of the hold, she tried wiggling her fingers through the ropes, but the fibers tightened every time she made some progress.

It happened now as if the rope itself was shrinking around her. She gasped softly as it cut into her ribs, feeling more like a tightly wound corset. 

"Uncomfortable?" 

Hope slowly looked up, seeing Killian standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed, and he was staring at the floor. He learned quickly, it seemed. For good reason, she supposed, because she would do it again if given the chance.

"You know, I understand."

Hope said nothing, and he continued as if she weren't even there and he was merely conversing with himself.

"You were scared. In an unknown place surrounded by strange men. I wouldn't have expected anything less, but you must also understand that it's my job to keep my ship and crew safe, and you…" he glanced her way with a sideways smirk, "you are more dangerous than you look."

"Bite me." Hope grumbled, to which he chuckled.

"Ah, there it is," he grinned, "can you blame me? I do like a woman with edge."

Rolling her eyes, she leaned her head back. Staring up at the ceiling. Hope could get on her knees and beg him to take her back, but take her back to what exactly?

To another failed relationship?

Her family was enjoying themselves, finally, after all the chaotic drama she'd started in the first place. In any case, she highly suspected this was some twisted, well-imagined dream.

How much had she had to drink?

This man, who had a hook for a hand and mentioned an Enchanted Forest? 

Was she not supposed to put that together like a weird fairytale puzzle?

"We could strike a deal."

Hope glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow. She still couldn't see his eyes and couldn't tell if he was being serious.

Why was she even trying to take this seriously? It was all some huge hoax—there was no possibility this was all real. 

Then again, she pondered, someone who wasn't part of her world would say she didn't exist either.

The Captain moved forward, eyes still lowered.

"I'll release you on the condition that you join the crew."

Hope laughed but gasped as the movement tightened the ropes again. She watched as Killian moved closer, lowering himself to the floor, though still on the other side of the door.

Now his gaze was set on hers; terrifyingly, she couldn't look away.

"I don't know what you are, but you are powerful. That much I can sense, and I want you to help me in my quest. If you do this, I'll return you to your lands when all is finished."

Hope stared at him, narrowing her eyes. The ache in her stomach begged her to take the deal, but her pride was hungrier than she was.

"I'd rather deep-throat a cactus."

Killian's jaw dropped, and she listened to his heart as it skipped a beat. He may try to hide the rouge at the base of his throat, but Hope knew the truth.

"Then rot here for all I care." He snapped with a slight growl and stood, spinning on his feet and left, slamming the door behind him with an echoing thud.

Hope wasn't sure when she fell asleep, only that she awoke to the sound of chewing. At her feet, a massive rat was chewing on her shoelace. Screeching, she flailed and kicked her legs. Her sudden movement sent it scurrying away with a squeal.

"Okay!" She hollered, heart still racing as she scrambled to her feet, using the side of the hold to pull herself up. "I'll do it! I'll help you!"

The door opened not a minute later, and Killian stepped through with a smug smirk. "I had a feeling our little companions might change your mind."

"Asshole." Hope spat at him, but relief flooded her as he opened the door, and she dashed forward.

Killian grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her at the door's edge.

"Not so fast." He murmured, trapping her with his gaze. This time, the flush of heat she had seen on him earlier rose to her cheeks. "You will not use your hypnosis."

"It's called compulsion, dick."

Killian smirked. "Fine. You will not use your compulsion on me or any other crew member. If you do, it's back into the hold. Am I clear?"

Hope gritted her teeth, glaring at him as he held her.

"Am. I. Clear?" He asked again, the muscle in his jaw feathering.

"Crystal."

Without taking his eyes off her, as though he were trying to prove a point- like an alpha asserting his dominance over the pack- his nimble fingers began undoing the binds around her torso.

Hope breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure around her chest lessened until it was gone completely. She wrapped her arms around herself, watching the red marks and bruising slowly start to fade.

"Better?"

Hope glanced up and glared at his stupid smirk.

"Come on then," he tilted his head and offered his hook to her, "I'm sure you're starved."

Hope looked down at his hook and swallowed, returning her gaze to him. "You aren't actually Captain Hook, right?"

The question alone sounded insane coming out of her mouth.

Killian merely smirked as he leaned forward, forcing Hope to take a step back. Pressed against the bars of the hold.

"You may call me Hook. If you'd like." He glided the tip of his hook lightly along the curve of her jaw.

Hope's breath hitched as she looked up at him, swallowing back the remark that would likely only get her thrown back into the hold. She didn't care if she was a Tribrid; she wasn't about to spend her days nibbled on by rats.

"I don't like you." Hope muttered under her breath.

"Keep telling yourself that, darling."

On the deck, Hope stopped and looked up at the sky. She couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath that hurt her lungs. The sky was a blanket of stars, offering a warm comfort despite the blasting spray of cold air from the sea.

Hope had never been on the open ocean before.

She shuddered and looked out to the horizon that didn't exist. Who knew the ocean was so dark?

"Terrifying, isn't it?" Hook asked his lips against the shell of her ear.

Hope tightened her jaw. The lanterns were the only other light source, aside from the moon and stars, casting flickering shadows across their bodies.

"You don't scare me."

Hook glanced down at her. "I wasn't trying to."

They stared at each other for a long, weighted moment before he finally broke the silence.

"I know you're hungry," he gestured to a door on the other side of the deck, "you can't pretend you're not."

Biting her lip, she willed her stomach to stay quiet as she slowly nodded. In fact, she was so hungry that she started to feel nauseous. Though, that could have been from the sway of the ship.

Hope let her legs carry her close behind him, following him down to the kitchens where the scent of freshly baked bread warmed her soul.

"Look at that, I was right," Hook smirked, "you're practically falling apart for mere taste."

Hope glared at him. "Do you ever have anything important to say or just talk to hear your own voice?"

He narrowed his eyes on her. "I'm giving you food, and this is how you repay me?"

"After you kidnapped me."

"That's a little dramatic."

Hope opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off.

"You snuck onto my ship, sweetheart. I didn't know you were in the hold until we'd left the harbor."

"Don't call me sweetheart." She snapped at him and suddenly realized she was much too close to him than she was comfortable with.

Stumbling a step back, she grumbled as she pushed past him into the kitchen, where a spit was cooking something that leaked juices over the embers beneath. The delicious scent wrapped around her tongue, making her mouth water.

"By all means, help yourself." Hook said, the attitude oozing off him like tar.

Rolling her eyes, she snatched a piece of bread off the center island, where it seemed most of the food preparation was done. The island was littered with loaves of bread, cheeses, and fruits.

"You could easily take me back if my presence is so bothersome." She turned, leaned against the island, and tore off a piece to pop into her mouth.

"And let you go back on your deal?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall, matching her posture. "I think not."

"You're not supposed to be real, you know," Hope said, reaching into the fruit bowl and pulling out a grape. "Captain Hook is a character taken from the characterization idea of Melville's Moby-Dick." She glanced over at him and his watchful eye. "You're not real."

Hook bit his lower lip with a lop-sided grin. "That's bold talk coming from someone with fangs…"

Hope pursed her lips. "Touche." She popped the grape in her mouth and looked around.

"You can feel the magic here."

She met his gaze again, her heart in her throat as he inched toward her. Hope didn't move, even as he set his hands on either side of her waist. Caging her at the edge of the table.

His full mouth and the scruff of his cheeks were too close, yet not close enough. His scent, which she would have thought would be unbearable, was intoxicating. He kept himself well-groomed for a pirate, and the mix of the bread and his musk was enough to send a flood of heat between her thighs.

"Fuck." She mumbled in a daze.

Hook grinned as if reading her mind. He knew full well what he was trying to do to her. "The body of a goddess with the mouth of a sailor," he chuckled darkly at the back of his throat before his voice lowered, eyes more intense than before as his grin faded, "I don't know who you are, but I intend to find out…"

"Be sure to hold your breath," she murmured, "I'd love to watch you fall on your ass again."

He inched closer, his lips an inch from grazing hers, and curse her horny self- she was going to let him.

The kitchen door slammed open.

"Captain! There's a storm brewing- it's gonna swallow us whole!"

Hook ground his jaw as if annoyed by the interruption but pulled away. "Stay here." He ordered her.

"Don't tell me what to do." She bit back and followed him but immediately wondered if she should have stayed as she watched a crashing wave come over the side of the deck. Drenching the men, trying to hoist the anchor from its resting place in the deep.

Killian sprung into action and began shouting orders that Hope didn't understand. She knew nothing about ships, let alone pirate lingo, but she followed him up to the helm, where he took hold of the wheel to steer them through the storm. 

The storm's sky, enraged, unleashed bright flashes of lightning that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

The window howled, and the rain swept through Hope, chilling her bones as the sails above billowed. Through her soaked hair, she watched the crew trying to batten down the unruly fabric, but at that moment, a strike of lightning struck the top of one of the poles, sending it crashing down and landing on the deck. 

No, not just on the deck, but on a man now trapped beneath the splintered wood.

Pure instinct sent Hope forward, slipping across the slick surface. The crew around desperately pushed and heaved against the pole, trying to move off the legs of the man beneath- who naturally was screaming in painful fright.

Hope lurched forward and, with all her might, shoved the wood. It took a moment, but the man could wriggle free with their combined effort and her added strength. 

He scrambled away with wide eyes. 

The fire that had started from the strike dwindled considerably after the crew stomped it out. That, and the ocean's rage, helped subdue the problem.

Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over.

The clouds dissipated, leaving only a fine mist that clung to her skin and clothes. Hope looked down at herself. She looked like she'd swum in the ocean itself, but then the crowd around her cheered.

It took her a moment to realize they were celebrating…her.

"Thank you!" Cried out the man who had been trapped under the pole. "I don't understand how you did it, but thank you!"

Hope stared at him, blinking the water from her lashes as an arm snaked around her waist. She looked down, seeing the gleam of the hook as she was pulled backward.

The crew continued to cheer, but their celebration was muffled as the door was closed. Cutting her off from the outside world.

Shivering, the cold suddenly hit her. Not just cold…freezing.

Hope glanced to her left at a mirror in the corner of the new room she'd been dragged to, noting her lips were turning blue.

"Come on, love." Hook murmured, pulling her toward another fire, but they weren't in the kitchen.

Looking around, she realized it was a study of sorts. It had more than a desk adorned with maps and compasses; it also had a bed in the corner. It wasn't a huge place, but it was large enough to live in.

"Quite the heroics." Hook said, pulling the dripping jacket off her shoulders and hanging it on the backs of one of the chairs. 

Glancing over at him, she realized that he was starting to remove her shirt.

"What a-are you d-doing?" Hope asked through chattering teeth.

"You saved the life of one of my crew members, so I'm saving yours from hypothermia."

Hope didn't object anymore as he removed layer by layer of cold, wet clothing. Frowning, she reached forward and touched the small scratch on the corner of his mouth. A bit of blood dribbled down as the shadows of a bruise formed.

"You got hurt."

Hook glanced up and smirked. "The wheel fought back," he paused, his fingers at the zipper of her jeans, "do I detect concern in your voice?"

Removing her hand, she furrowed her brows and muttered. "No…"

"Because," he continued and yanked her jeans down, forcing a gasp from her as she was suddenly pulled closer to him, "I wouldn't mind if you were worried about me…" His eyes drifted down to the cleavage showcased by the white-laced tank top she'd opted for that morning.

"You never did tell me your name, you know."

Hope glanced up. She wasn't sure if it was the warmth of the fire or the exhaustion setting in, but she suddenly didn't feel like giving snarky remarks.

"Hope," she murmured, "my name is Hope."

They sat silently, staring at each other until Hook finally seemed to break free and removed the remainder of her jeans.

It wasn't a conscious thought that made Hope do what she did, but she moved her hips forward. Pressing herself against his thigh.

Lust was the only excuse she had.

Hook's thumb lightly grazed along the skin of her ankle. "I suppose that would warm you rather quickly…" 

He leaned forward, crawling over her, forcing her to lay back on the rug. He glided his hook along the edge of the start of her panties. The chilled metal against her warming skin rolled her eyes back in her head.

"And I can't let you freeze to death when you still owe me your deal…"

Hope looked up at him. "Stop trying to talk yourself into it."

With a widening grin, Hook leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss against the swell of her breast. Using his hand, he pushed the fabric up until it was over her head and tossed it to the side.

"I truly dislike these contraptions." Hook smirked, pulling at the bra and letting it snap on her skin.

Hope snarled, eyes yellow, but he only grinned.

"I do like that…" he said before removing the lacy fabric completely and freeing her. The soft pinks of her nipples stood at attention under his hungry gaze, and it took everything she had to let her arms rest above her head. Offering him the best view.

It wasn't like her to be shy, but this man, this pirate, was unlike any man she'd let undress her.

"Just tonight," Hope murmured.

Hook smirked, his eyes darkening before lowering his head and taking her right nipple between his teeth, sucking into his mouth as his tongue circled the sensitive tip lavishly.

Her chest arched as a soft moan made its way up her throat, but it was when the tip of his hook touched along the sensitive flesh of her other breast that she whimpered.

Hook caught that sound in his own mouth, rolling his tongue with hers and forcing the moans down. It was that, or he was trying to pull them out of her.

Her body temperature skyrocketed as he toyed with her breasts, and his fingers tickled lightly along the edge of her ribs. Those sinful lips trailed down her soft belly, trailing fire where he went. With hook and hand on her hips, he glanced up and met her gaze.

Then, without breaking their eye contact, he took the edge of her panties between his teeth and pulled down until they were removed completely.

Hope's jaw slacked as she let her legs fall open for him, offering herself to his touch. It was strange to let someone with such a dangerous instrument touch where she was most sensitive.

That thought immediately vanished as the curve of his hook stroked through her sex.

"Hook-" she gasped and started to close her legs, but he pressed firmly down on her knees and slowly shook his head.

"You're not hiding from me, Hope," Hook murmured, "I'm going to lick that pretty cunt of yours until you're coming all over my face, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll wonder if you can take it anymore, but you will. You'll take every last inch until I decide you've had enough."

Hope shuddered, watching him lower his head between her legs and disappear. Her fingers curled into his dark hair as his tongue worked her over. He didn't lick her like a dog lazily lapping water; it was more like a wolf devouring its first meal in days.

Crying out, Hope threw her head back, grinding her hips against his face as his hot tongue delved into her. Thrusting and sucking before taking her clit between his teeth and rolling it over with his tongue.

"Fuck!" Hope cried out, but no matter what direction she tried to move, he was there to torture the sensitive nub.

Then, with sudden strength, he flipped her over so her face rubbed against the carpet. His tongue didn't stop, but something changed, and she realized it too late as his two middle fingers pumped hard and fast into her channel. Hook, too, was on his back, pressing her pussy against his face as he at her ravenously while fucking her with his fingers.

Hope gripped the edge of the rug, searching for anything she could purchase as the screaming crescendo inside her heightened.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She cried out as she squeezed around his fingers, coming into his mouth with a fresh wave of arousal.

Before she had the chance to breathe, Hook was behind her. She heard his zipper and then groaned as she slammed into her from behind.

"Fuck, you feel good…" Hook groaned, rotating her to her side, angling his hips, and thrusted again. 

This time, deeper.

Hope's eyes rolled back as she looked up at him, meeting his gaze as he quite literally fucked her sideways.

He clenched his jaw and rotated her again as if she were the meat on the fire spit in the kitchen. Hook took hold of her wrists and, using his hand pinned her arms above her head.

Hope whined, opening herself wider to him, and while he continued punishing her with his hips with long, deep strokes, his hook skimmed the sensitive flesh of her body.

"I don't know that I'll be able to let you go after this," he panted, "I might just…keep you."

Hope shuddered, unable to find her voice to respond, but in the moment, being his wasn't the worst thought in the world.

Leaning down, he kept her pinned as he fucked her. The wet slap of each thrust echoed deliciously in the room. 

He pressed his teeth against her ear.

"I'm going to keep you as my own treasure, love. Would you like that?"

"Yes." Hope gasped.

She whimpered as he traced his hook along the smooth skin of her underarms and down to her waist. His hook stilled then as he pressed his forehead against her neck and shuddered.

"I suppose I have no choice but to make you mine." Hook spoke in a graveled voice as he pulled back and pulled himself out from her.

Hope gasped, looking up at him, suddenly feeling helplessly empty, but watched in lustful fascination as his hand wrapped around his cock and began pumping himself. He groaned, shoulders buckling before his length suddenly thrashed in his hand.

Hook grunted, jaw tight, but she didn't miss how his eyes rolled back as he suddenly came. He spurted in thick ropes across her belly, marking her as his. Hope didn't mind, not in the moment, at least.

There was something about the way he released himself- something so sensual it sent another orgasm through her own body. Wrecking her in a way she didn't know was possible.

Hook leaned down, hovering over her. They shared the same desperate breath as another knock came at the door, but their eyes didn't pull apart.

"Captain!"

"What Smee!" Hook growled at the door but didn't tear his gaze off hers.

"We're here!"

Hope furrowed her brows, parting her lips. "Where's here?"

Hook grinned, a glint in his eyes.

"Never Land."