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The Trade Off	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 5409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Trade Off
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Trade 11
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 15
- 16
- 17
It wasn't what Belle would have called an odd conversation, but it had been tense, almost confrontational. There had been a real moment of fear, a moment when Hook had looked at her, his dark gaze holding a flame of anger to it, and glittering with dangerous intentions. A moment where Belle had suspected he was about to lunge at her, though as to what Hook would have done once he had grabbed a hold of her, she couldn't guess.
She wasn't even sure why it had bothered him, her insistence that she still loved Rumplestiltskin. Her insistence and her claims, Belle defiant as she told Hook nothing that he said or did, would make her change her mind or her heart in that matter. It wasn't as if that love she still had, was going to change anything. Rumplestiltskin had abandoned her, and Belle was still stuck, seemingly trapped in the deal she had made with the pirate.
Nowhere closing to understanding the pirate, or what motivated him aside from his desire for revenge, Belle had been relieved when Hook had ultimately decided to walk out of the kitchen. He had taken the whisky bottle with him, a fact that left Belle uneasy. She in no way wanted to have to deal with a drunk and belligerent Hook, worried more over what he would do than anything he might say. After all, what words could be worse than the ones Hook had already spoken, the man insisting Rumplestiltskin was evil?
Belle didn't like hearing that. Not just from Hook, but from anyone. And there had been many, the people of the Enchanted Realm frightened, terrified of Rumplestiltskin and all he had done. What he could still do, Belle knowing with the Dark One's power, Rumplestiltskin was capable of anything. But just as she knew that, Belle also knew that goodness she believed in, is what kept Rumplestiltskin from being a complete monster.
Strong as her belief was, it was wearing on her nerves to listen to Hook's constant claims. Most people wouldn't have had the nerve, fearing word would somehow get back to Rumplestiltskin. But Hook wasn't most people. the man all nerves and daring, attempting and doing much in his quest for revenge.
That revenge had a real reason, a name behind it. Mila. Belle wondered about her, wondered what kind of woman she really had been. Wondered how she had inspired such great feelings in both men, Hook insane with the need for revenge, Rumplestiltskin crazed in the face of Mila's betrayal. Belle thought both men must have loved Mila a great deal, though a troubled part of her couldn't understand how Rumplestiltskin had been able to do what he had done. There was no real way to justify crushing a woman's heart, killing off the one you had once loved. Belle wondered if she had the whole and true story, if she could ever find out just what had happened, without Hook or Rumplestiltskin's bias tainting the tale.
Belle didn't know much about Mila, save to know the woman was cause of a great deal of hurt for both men. Rumplestiltskin had never truly talked about his dead wife, save to warn Belle away from Hook. And Hook? While the pirate was quick to spill details about the woman's death, he hadn't really said much about the life he had had with Mila.
Of course Belle had yet to pry too deeply. The one time she had asked about Mila, Belle had been angry. Trying to antagonize Hook almost as much as he did her, with his talk of Rumplestiltskin's evilness. It seemed to have been working, at least on some level, Hook bothered enough to walk out rather than continue their sniping attempts at conversation.
Belle couldn't truly mind that she was left on her own. Not with a plate of tempting meats and slightly stale bread. It was a break from less pleasant things, and after the day she had been having, a relief to be able to just sit there and process her thoughts. Process and plan things, Belle knowing that sooner rather than later, she would have to somehow pry what tidbits she could, about Cora and her whereabouts, from the pirate.
Belle would have liked to have started immediately on that task, but she was rightfully cautious. Hook hadn't been forthcoming at all, even with the prince and Ruby willing to beat the information out of the pirate. Belle knew Hook was already suspicious as to why she had stayed, rather than leave with Ruby. He'd reveal nothing if he so much as suspected Belle was trying to get out of him, some bit of information the Charming family could use, to find and defend against Cora.
It was going to take time. Belle could only pray that it wouldn't be so much time as for the sorceress to finally make her move. Otherwise all would be for naught, the Charmings dead, Storybrooke in danger or worse. One evil Queen in residence was bad enough, but heaven help them all should mother and daughter join forces together.
Shivering, Belle wondered just where Hook fit into the scheme of things. Was his alliance with Cora really at an end, or was he playing at distracting them all, while the sorceress had free range over all of Storybrooke? If it was the latter, and Hook really was working with Cora, didn't that make the pirate evil? Maybe not as evil as he claimed Rumplestiltskin to be, but it was still frightening. Disturbing even, to think of being in the bed of someone who was that bad.
Of course Hook had never claimed to be good, but now it was hitting home to Belle just what the pirate could be. No wonder Ruby and the Charming family had balked at the idea of Belle remaining on the pirate's ship, and even more so at the thought of Belle tricking Hook in this way! Even Belle felt nervous at what could happen, what Hook might do if he came to suspect her true motivations. But Belle wasn't going to let her fears stop her from going through with it, from helping the Charmings.
To that end she decided to use the fact that Hook had left her all alone, to go exploring. She wouldn't start in the galley's kitchen, tempting though all that food was. Belle simply didn't think a clue or anything of Cora's would be hidden among the galley's stores of food. But problematic enough, Belle wasn't sure where else she should check in her search. Belle also wasn't sure how long she'd be able to avoid Hook, though she had an excuse ready should they encounter each other during her explorations.
Belle didn't think Hook would for one second believe she'd look for HIM. But her clothes? The ones Hook had taken, the ones which had to have dried by now? That was another story. It would be no lie to claim she was looking for them, not when Belle would feel better to have them rather then continue to wear Hook's shirt. It was embarrassing to traipse about, wearing nothing but something of the pirate's, and with nothing underneath it for modesty's sake.
Thus armed with an excuse that was mostly truth, Belle began walking in a slow, limping manner about the ship. She didn't try to go top side, finding there was plenty to explore below deck. She had no real idea of the size of the ship, but the deeper she went, and the more rooms she checked, Belle came away with two thoughts. The Jolly Roger was a ship that was immense in size, not to mention a lonely place to live when so many of the rooms were empty.
Not that Belle wanted to be around any more pirates! But she couldn't help but wonder if Hook missed his crew, and why he hadn't tried to find them once he had arrived in Storybrooke. After all, many of the people in this land, clamored for a chance to return to their old lives, to their Enchanted realm counterparts. The Evil Queen when she had activated the curse, had split up whole families, husbands and wives in relationships with the wrong people, children placed with parents other than their real ones. There was a whole lot of conflict as everyone tried to make sense out of their real lives and their cursed ones, twenty eight years of relationships hard to turn backs on completely.
Belle hadn't had such misfortune. It was strange, but the time she had spent locked in the asylum, had spared her the hassle of a false life. For twenty eight years, Belle had seen almost no one, existing in darkness, with the occasional sliver of light as a meal was delivered. When the curse broke, Belle had no one new to cling to. No fake lovers, or family, or even friends. She hadn't had to tear herself in two, or choose between her curse life and her real one.
Of course she had almost tossed it all away earlier this day. Belle still felt a guilty twinge, an embarrassed warmth fill her, as she thought about how close she had come to cursing herself. At least Hook had stopped her, though Belle didn't like the thought of feeling gratitude to him for anything. But it wasn't just that he had saved her from herself. There was the fact he hadn't told the Charmings and Ruby about what Belle had almost done. Belle didn't understand why he had kept quiet about that mortifyingly weak moment of hers. Not when he should have been boasting and bragging, trying to guilt them all into hailing him as a small hero.
Not that Belle thought the others would have really praised Hook for his actions. Not when he was a huge part of the reason why Belle had felt so desperate and alone. If anything, she could imagine the prince trying to beat Hook one more, while Ruby would have definitely refused to allow Belle to remain for any amount of time in the pirate's presence. After all, it had been hard enough to get Ruby to leave without that knowledge, the woman accepting that Belle had to TRY, but not liking it.
Ruby might still be protesting, if it wasn't for Anton. The former giant had recognized Hook, but not in the way they had all expected. Anton remembered Hook from the time Emma had left the pirate trapped on the beanstalk, the former giant complaining quite a bit about how annoying and troublesome his temporary prisoner had been. For all of Anton's complaints, there had been a glaring omission. The former giant simply did not have any memory of Hook's involvement with Cora!
According to Anton, Cora had worked alone. The Sorceress had traveled to the top of the beanstalk, knocked Anton unconscious with a spell, and brought him to Hook's ship. The spell had been such that Anton had slept through the entire journey to Storybrooke. The spell had only broken upon the cage being opened, and even now with Anton awake, and Hook not talking, no one knew for certain what purpose Anton could possibly serve for Cora.
During Anton's insistence that Hook had not been present during Cora's attack on the giant, Belle had shot a meaningful look at Ruby. The red streaked black hair woman had given Belle a sour look back, reluctantly accepting this as further proof that Belle's involvement was needed, if they were going to stand a chance of finding anything from Hook. But Ruby still hadn't liked it. Frankly Belle wasn't surprised that Ruby hadn't tried to find an excuse to remain aboard the ship! Not that she thought Hook would allow it. Not when he was so annoyed by and eager to get rid of the unwanted guests who had boarded his ship.
Belle couldn't deny she was nervous. That a sliver of new unease hadn't filled her, when the Charming family, along with Ruby and Anton, had finally left. It hadn't all had to do with being alone with Hook, though that played a part in it. Belle simply wasn't big on deceptions, not liking to lie to or use anyone, even a scoundrel like the pirate.
And now here she was, actively searching through his ship! Looking for something, anything she could use, and wondering if it was any more worse than her plan to deceive Hook. Either one had the same end goal in mind, to find and subdue Cora. Only one would have her avoid tricking Hook into betraying the sorceress, albeit a betrayal that would be accidental.
Sighing, Belle wondered if she would truly find out anything. It wasn't as if the few times Hook had made mention of Cora, it had been anything of monumental importance. Knowing the sorceress couldn't cook did no one any good, and made it seem like Belle's best bet was to find something that belong to Cora.
She continued her search, and not one time did Belle have the misfortune of running into Hook. The pirate must have gone topside, what with the storm having subsided. From the size of the whiskey bottle he had taken with him, Belle knew she still had some time. Not enough to do a slow, thorough searching of every room, but then many of them looked as though they had been abandoned for a long time. Dust and cobwebs everywhere, the floors needing a good sweeping. There was no footprints stirring up the dust, save for Belle's own, letting her know just how long these rooms had been bereft of human presence.
Of course, there was a few rooms not quite so dirty. Ones Hook for whatever reason, visited and maintained. Belle tried to search these more thoroughly, but she couldn't find anything that looked as though it would have belonged to a woman, let alone a sorceress.
One of the last rooms Belle checked, was one of the most curious. There were many chests inside it, but unlike the rooms that contained extra stores of food, these all bore rusted locks. The room wasn't exactly clean, but there was footprints in the dust. Belle carefully matched her steps to the much larger prints, walking a path that Hook had walked many times before. It led her to one chest in particular, it's burnished metal clean, as though Hook had run his hand over it time and time again. It too was locked, Belle rattling it in the hopes such violent jerks would cause the rusted metal to snap apart. But for all it's age and decay, it held fast, leaving Belle frustrated and wondering what was inside.
It wasn't just that it was locked, that made Belle curious. After all, there was several more chests all bearing similar locks. But this chest seemed special, with the evidence that Hook had come and checked on it's contents often. She wondered what it's allure was, what secrets it held. But it was apparent Belle wouldn't get to solve the mysteries of the chest this night, and with a sigh, Belle reluctantly left it and the room.
There wasn't much left to explore after that, and soon Belle found herself back in Hook's bedroom. She'd snoop around there too, and eventually uncover Hook's small collection of books. Belle couldn't help but be delighted by the leather bound first editions from their home world, picking out one to start reading immediately.
Book in hand, she curled up in a comfortable but worn recliner. She wasn't yet tired, and even if she had been, Belle would have refused Hook's bed. It still held too much embarrassment for her, the woman remembering everything that had happened on top of it. The memories were potent, almost vivid flashbacks that Belle refused to dwell on. She began almost furiously paging through the book in her lap, skimming the writing, and seeing it was an anthology of stories.
But she couldn't settle her thoughts enough to truly read. Not with so many problems and mysterious, Belle wondering how she was going to get inside that chest, and how she was going to get the needed information from Hook. She even wondered what the pirate was doing, if he had passed out from too much drinking. Belle told herself it wasn't concern for him that had her wondering, not when she was more worried about what the drunkard might do.
But anything she might have guessed at, wouldn't come close to what would eventually happen. When the exhaustion of a day that had been eventful, would finally catch up to Belle, the woman passing out in the chair, book forgotten. For one brief moment she would startle awake, from the sound of the heavy book thumping hard on the floor. And then Belle would fall back asleep, and slip into a dream state.
Even in dreams, Belle wasn't at peace. Tormented by visions of her past and present, Belle experiencing the time she had spent as Rumplestiltskin's slave. Love colored those memories, Belle able to fondly look upon her past. Or at least once she had been able to. Now that past was tinged with pain and regret, Belle knowing for certain she and Rumplestiltskin would never again enjoy that closeness, or that fleeting happiness that had led to her kissing him for the first time.
The good times were outweighed by the bad, too much conspiring to keep her and Rumplestiltskin apart. True love hadn't been enough, ultimately defeated by the pirate who also came to her in her dreams. His figure clouded in shadow, Belle still tried to curl away from his touch. Flinching when he kissed her, his remaining hand fisting her hair, using that grip to hold her prisoner to his lips.
Even in dreams, that mouth devoured her, hungry for and demanding a response. Though she didn't want to, Belle gave in to the ravishment his mouth promised, kissing the pirate back. Letting him steal the breath from her, and eat up her sounds, Belle whimpering into him. Over and over, until he had her panting, the kisses leaving her lips, to travel down the front of her throat. Teeth nipped, and lips sucked, the grip on her hair forcing her head back to offer up her throat to him.
Her borrowed shirt was made quick work of, the front tearing easily under the tip of that deadly hook. Her flinch turned into something else, Belle's back arching when a mouth closed greedily over her nipples. Both of them were treated, teased and tormented by tongue. An eternity spent arousing her body, Belle voicing a feeble, half hearted protest as lust was built up within her.
The dream continued, the sensations of it, powerful. Feeling like it was actually happening, intense spikes of pleasure coursing through her as Hook let go of her hair, and began caressing all over her body. His mouth kissed wherever his hand touched, a shoulder here, a hip there. The plane of her belly, the inside of her thigh. Flames heated her, the pleasure so potent, so powerful, Belle realized these sensations couldn't all be because of a dream.
That thought was just as powerful as the pleasure coursing through her, Belle gasping awake. Startled though she was, there was a boneless feeling to her body, Belle almost lethargic from pleasure. She stared up at the ceiling, then realized she was flat on her back, and in a bed. In Hook's bed.
Skin prickling with unease that still couldn't drown out the pleasure, Belle realized that not only had the pirate carried her to his bed, but that he had been touching her as he pleased. That he was STILL touching her, Belle trying to sit up, only to have Hook's hand push her back down. And then it hit her just what he was doing, just where he was, and the state she was in.
She gasped again, the only sound she could make that wasn't a moan.The shirt she was wearing, had been split open down the center, the silk pushed aside to expose her breasts and her belly. Her nipples ached, stiff and wet from Hook's mouth. And her legs were spread wide, moisture pooling out of her, and dripping onto her thighs.
It was then that it registered, her splayed legs which had been unresisting, now tensing. They came up against Hook's shoulders, unable to close with the pirate in the way. The pirate who was moaning into her, his tongue slow and diligent as he licked her. Aghast as she was, Belle couldn't ignore the tingling pleasure each slow sweep of his tongue caused her. Nor could she shake the feeling that Hook had been at this for a while, leaving her body hyper aroused and close to climaxing.
Mortified heat filled her, Belle fighting back the urge to scream AND moan. She counted several seconds in her mind, trying to gain control of her voice. Trying to speak with anything but a moan, and still her voice came out low and seductive like.
"Hook."
He didn't acknowledge his name, even when Belle repeated it. He was focused entirely on his task, on pleasuring her body. He was also drunk, Belle able to smell but not identify the many different kind of liquor Hook had indulged in this night.
"Hook, wait....stop..." Belle's moan supplied a lack of conviction to her demand. Embarrassed anew, she began twisting in an attempt to squirm free of him. Hook actually growled, and hauled her back in place, hooking his arms around her legs so as to hold her still. Another moan escaped her, Hook still licking her in that slow, patient manner that was driving what sanity Belle had left from her mind.
She almost collapsed in place on the bed, far too tempted to give in. Her body really was too sensitive, and eager to take whatever pleasant sensations it could get, regardless of who Belle's partner was. It left Belle fighting to remain coherent, to not give in to a mindless state. She tried again to get free, squirming in a way that only cause her to grind on Hook's tongue. Her eyes nearly rolled back, a wild shriek escaping her in response to how it had felt to wiggle on the pirate's tongue.
And then she was thrashing, fighting his arms' grip, planting her feet against his shoulders, trying to kick him back. Hook let out an incensed growl, pulling on her legs so that they ended up over his shoulders. Her attempts to get free had more than annoyed him, the man was infuriated. It showed in how he attacked her flesh, his licking no longer slow and lazy, but fast, merciless. Belle began panting anew, her chest heaving with every exaggerated breath. She actually squealed when he began tormenting her clit, Belle clawing at the sheets, but refusing to just give in.
Twisting as best she could, Belle cast about for something, anything she could use. There wasn't much in reach, save for the bed's pillows. She snatched at one anyway, and did the only thing she could think of. She began beating Hook up side the head with it, futile though it seemed.
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To Be Continued.....
*gets killed for the cliffhanger?* Boy this ended up long, considering there was almost no talking. *amazed* And yes, this is the sorta smut I was alluding to...^^;;
Kinda arghing just cause it means one more chapter before a new day, the time skip, happens. I will get to that time skip if it kills me! *shakes fist at fic.* But I've been worrying, realizing Belle won't be in the frame of mind I had been imagining at the start of the time skip. Kinda going damn it over that, but maybe a miracle will happen and next chapter will get her mind set the way I had been envisioning since like chapter nine. ^^;;
Also, I did a lot of thinking about how to start this chapter. While doing all this thinking, I realized it was more than just one thing I forgot to include in either Hook's thoughts, or the conversation he was having with Belle. Luckily I remembered and included it in Belle's thoughts. One of the things, that seems important to me, is Hook not blabbing to Ruby and company, that Belle tried to purposefully curse herself.
Also started fretting, cause well I was wondering about something with season two. Ultimately, I'm thinking the Greg and Tamara stuff won't happen. But yes, the Cora Rumplestiltskin stuff will. But mainly worrying over time frames, like how much time to give everything, so that Hook and Belle can develop a real relationship. So we'll see together what I figure out in regards to how to have timing and events flow.
It's actually seven in the morning when I finished this particular chapter. But I'm feeling kinda tired. Like too tired to proofread, but not tired enough to sleep. Hate that. In fact I probably should wait until I sleep, since once rested, I can catch mistakes and make sure this makes sense rather than rush and post. Just hope I sleep soon. ^^''
I also have this idea in my head, that Belle finds Mila's diary in the locked chest....don't know if I will use it in here or do a separate fic for it. Who knows, though I think it might help Belle to learn Killian better. So we shall see about that too!

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