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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
He was half out of his mind with drink, his sense of reason and sanity stolen away. That suited Hook just fine, considering the alternatives would see him dead, or tortured alive by the memory of HER. Of course, Hook couldn't quite remember who she was, the drinks doing their job just a little too well.
Still he remembered just enough to know there was pain associated with her. A gut wrenching pain Hook was glad to forget, even if it meant it would hurt a thousand times worse when he did remember. But for now he was free, unsteady on his feet, and pleasantly buzzed. And looking to get even higher, Hook wandering below deck, trying to remember where he kept the really good stuff.
It would help if he could remember his way around, Hook laughing at the idea of being lost in his own ship. He stumbled about, pushing open doors, finding room after room empty, with nothing resembling rum barrels in sight. It was really quite ridiculous that he couldn't find what he wanted, what Hook thought he needed. But then he was having trouble telling his left from his right, and if he could just find the galley, he'd raid it's store of cheap cooking wine. All in his desperation to maintain his buzz, to keep from remembering the woman, and the pain she brought with her.
Hook shuffled off in the direction he thought might lead to the ship's galley, reasoning he was bound to stumble upon it sooner or later. He kept checking every room that he passed, their dust and cobwebs making him sneeze. Making him frown for Hook knew that once his ship had been clean.
Not just clean but lively too, a sizeable crew helping to maintain the rooms below deck. Now there was no one, Hook alone as he wandered what might as well have been a ghost ship. Silent and eerie, with no storms to make the wood groan, the loud thump of something landing startled the pirate into whipping around. Peering into the shadows, wondering what had made the sound, and already walking towards it. Not knowing what awaited him, and frankly not caring if it was death itself that had made that noise, Hook found himself walking into what was his bedroom.
Immediately he gravitated towards the array of liquor bottles strewn haphazardly across a table. A lot of it was the good stuff he had been searching for, Hook grinning as he began uncorking a bottle of amber colored brandy. The brandy had punch to it, burning a path down his throat as Hook swallowed, the man making a satisfied sound.
Not intending to take the brandy slowly, Hook was already knocking back another large mouthful when he realized he wasn't alone in the room. He had caught sight of her reflection in the splintered form of a broken mirror, slumped over to one side in his favorite chair.
He frowned for just a moment, dread filling him, almost making him sober in that instant. Was it her? Was she the one he so feared to remember? The mirror was too splintered to make out her features, the woman slumped in just the right way so that most of her face was hidden. She had a rich brown color for hair, and somehow it didn't sit right with his memories.
Hook was hardly a coward, but his hand still shook as he set down the bottle of brandy. He turned away from the mirror, intending to see the woman with his own eyes. He barely stumbled as he walked to and then around the chair, his good hand reaching out. Silk soft textures teased his calloused fingertips, Hook first rubbing at her hair. Hook then frowned, and began stroking it back, tucking it behind her ears, as he uncovered her face. Relief hit him, Hook realizing she was not the one whose memories he feared. The tension he had been filled with, eased out of him, Hook looking and trying to put a name to the woman before him.
Belle. The name whispered through him, along with flashes of memory. Brief moments with this woman, the memories refusing to linger long enough for Hook to focus on any one. The flashes were enough, Hook remembering through a fog. The deal they had made, the way he had tricked her into agreeing to something she hadn't properly understood. The manipulations didn't bother him, Hook glad to have done it. She was more than just a reward for his accomplished trickery, Belle was in fact the shining form of his revenge completed.
But he didn't want to remember that revenge, or the need behind it. Didn't want to remember the reason for it, and the many feelings because of it that had driven him all these long years. Looking at Belle, he didn't want to recall any of it, wanted only to acknowledge one thing as fact. She was HIS, by her own foolish agreement, a land locked goddess of Hook's victory. So much more than just beautiful, Belle represented a future, a multitude of desires taking shape in a single delectable form.
His hand left her hair, Hook bringing a sure touch to her lips. Thumbing at the bottom one, feeling it's pouty plumpness, and the warm breath of her on his skin. That breath was like a flame, sizzling awareness through him. Hook's expression grew heavy, his eyes dark with sexual heat.
He didn't need memories to tell him that they had lain together. Not when Belle was here, slumped in his favorite chair, wearing a shirt borrowed from Hook himself. He could read the signs, tell she was wearing not a stitch of clothing underneath the borrowed garment. Bruising on her lightly tanned skin, matched up to his gripping fingers. There was even a light abrasion on the inside of her thighs, made by his facial hair when the stubble of his short trimmed beard had rubbed over her soft skin.
To see her marked so, only served to arouse Hook more, his own breath sharpening. Lust lay coiled within him, tense like a snake preparing to strike out. It didn't matter that he was drunk, Hook nowhere near sick, nor was he so incapacitated so as not to respond to the fiercest of wants. A want centered on this woman, on Belle, Hook looming over her, intent on her lips.
She reacted as though awake, Belle trying to shy away from his demanding kiss. Hook grumbled in annoyance, his good hand immediately going to her hair. Actually winding those silk locks around his fist, a punishing grip meant to hold her in place for his eager mouth. He felt the tremble within her, Belle fighting against his hold. It mattered not, Hook in total control of the movement and range of her flinching resistance.
With a soft, throaty chuckle, Hook kissed her again. Her pouty lips parted slightly, a low voiced sound of distress issuing out of Belle. Immediately Hook set about on the advantage she had given him, his lips and tongue working in ravenous demand, feeling her responding tremble, Belle flinching in an instinctive show of refusal.
Annoyance surfacing, Hook pulled on her hair. Her head tilted back, Belle making sounds of distress as Hook roughly worked their mouths together. His now ruthless way of kissing, wasn't so much about pleasure, as if it was about total possession. Hook wanted her surrender, wanted Belle to know he possessed her fully, his tongue becoming a hot brand inside her. Coaxing and teasing one moment , then demanding, Hook learning the taste of her and she him. She kept on trying to shift away, his grip almost hurting as Hook held her in place. And then with a put upon sigh, she gave in, lips moving against his, finding the fit of them as her tongue began a slow dance against his.
Satisfaction thrummed low inside him, Hook practically purring. He wasn't content to keep things at her pace, trying instead to devour her from the mouth on down. Her bottom lip was wetted by him, Hook tugging on it. The lingering connection eventually snapped, Belle's lips swollen from Hook's kisses. He kissed her again, then set about to lavishing affection on her throat, working his way down soft skin. When his lips brushed the edge of her borrowed shirt's collar, Hook did not hesitate. His hook was brought into play, it's deadly sharp tip being used in the most careful of incisions.
As the silk gave way with a tearing sound, Hook kissed the woman again. She trembled, actually breathed faster in response, a tension to her body. Hook knew how to relax a woman, how to ease away all tension from a body. He let go of her hair, finally, and risk a glance down at the split open shirt. A long strip of skin tanned a faint golden caught his eye, and then Hook was impatiently pushing the shirt open further. Her breasts spilled into sight, nipples crinkling just a little as the cool air of the room hit them. Hook's mouth watered, and there was no need to wonder what Belle would taste like, when she was there for the taking.
Her breath hitched in her throat, Belle's back arching in reaction to feel of Hook's ravenous mouth closing over her nipples. His good hand gripped her hip, his hook useless for anything but destruction. And destroying this tempting morsel before him was the last thing Hook wanted, the man filled with a million and one thoughts on how best to please and be pleased by her in return.
His mouth ever greedy, couldn't settle on a single nipple for long. He kept switching between them, driving the still sleeping woman mad with their needy ache. Her eyelids showed constant movement, the woman active in her dreams. Hook wanted Belle awake, yet didn't want to rouse her with just a simple firm shake. He wanted the sweetness of her responses, as she came gasping awake, finding her pirate lover solely dedicated to the act of making her come.
Hell, Hook wanted more than to just make her come. He wanted to taste her climax, to savor what she tasted like before it and after, with her arousal just starting, with it building, with it peaking. He wanted it in all stages, every sweet dewy drop, Hook knowing it would be the most intoxicating of honeys.
Hook wanted all of Belle, every scintillating inch, every writhing response. He wanted her moans, and her squeals, wanted to hear and feel her cry out in climax. The lust inside him was building, his urges such that it was all Hook could do to scoop Belle up out of the chair. His hand on her hip found the bruising there matched exactly his finger's grip, the marks made during the height of passionate intimacy.
Wanting to cover her in more ways than one, Hook set a goal about to best his previous efforts with Belle. On feet that were no more steady now than they had been before, Hook stumbled over to the bed with Belle cradled against his chest. He then laid his prize atop the sheets, taking a moment to study her in repose. Her rich brown colored hair had allowed thick wavy curls to drape across one shoulder. The ends of those strands lay over a nipple, Hook brushing them aside, before doing a pulling pluck at that stiff bit of flesh.
A sprinkling of pink flesh competed with the tanned golden, the woman's blush spreading down her neck and collar bone. Some women were just natural born blushers, turning pink nearly all over the further they were aroused. Hook took it as his personal goal to see if Belle could achieve a full body blush, the pirate looming over her as he climbed into the bed.
He wanted to fall into her, to pin Belle in place for every act possible. Hook barely managed to reign in his strong lust, kissing her even as his hand began caressing all over her body. Where that hand touched, his lips followed, his mouth and tongue leaving lingering kisses as he battled impatience. It won out, when he parted her legs, Hook inhaling a sharp breath at the sight of Belle's glistening sex.
Taking the sight as an invitation, Hook all but dove forward, his stomach touching the bed, the sheets cool against his fevered skin. He felt dizzy with desire, damp heat meeting his questing tongue. She let out a sound, and an instant later Belle was his. Her aroused flesh, swelling with lust, wet with it, and tasting sweeter than Hook had remembered. Her taste such it was dangerous, for what man couldn't become addicted to it, and to her?
Hook began moaning as he licked her, cursing the fact he hadn't divested himself of his pants before starting this, and yet couldn't---wouldn't stop. Not even to ease some of the pressure pain of his throbbing arousal, Hook enduring pants that had grown too tight over his erection. He was simply too devoted to the task at hand, to making Belle come undone, his mouth a finely honed weapon perfectly suited to bringing a woman gasping into a pleasure filled reality.
And she did gasp, startling awake and attempting to sit up. His good hand immediately pushed her back down. Belle seemed stunned by it, and just lay there, though her legs trembled and quivered with every pass of his hungry tongue. When she finally spoke, it was as sensual as the rest of her, the seductive, sin promising voice all but moaning his name.
"Hook."
He liked the way she spoke his name, but not so much the confusing words that followed. She was asking him, no telling him to stop, something Hook didn't understand at all. What woman would refuse this, would try to deny such pleasure, going so far as to try and twist out of his grasp?
Certain he was misunderstanding, Hook growled and hauled Belle back into place. He kept up his slow, downright patient licking, meaning to lull and seduce her into compliance. For an all too brief time, it seemed to work, the woman first laying there dazed, then actually squirming in place, her gyrations causing Hook's tongue to slip and taste her inside.
He had learnt and accepted that Belle was a wild, responsive thing but a hellcat in his bed was more than Hook had bargained for this night. Belle actually attempted to kick him off of her, thrashing about with her body. Some of his own lust receded, Hook turning annoyed, then absolutely infuriated that she would try to deny him this. He maneuvered her legs out of the way, hooking them over his shoulders, his mouth setting out to teach her obedience. Actually punishing with a fast, ruthless pace designed to reduce even the strongest hearts into a quivering, undulating, wet mess.
He heard her squeals, felt Belle attempting to twist again. The pillow to the side of his head was unexpected to say the least. Hook growled in warning, but Belle seemed not to hear it, hitting him repeatedly with the pillow. Again and again, the pillow a soft weapon in her hands that did not hurt so much as annoy.
With another fierce growl, Hook knocked the pillow from her, incensed as he asked, "Just what is your problem?!"
Belle made a sound, a kind of huff of air escaping with it as Hook got a look into the loveliest blue eyes he had ever seen. Blue but moist looking, as though she was holding back tears, which didn't fit in with the reactions he wanted from her. She couldn't seem to speak, as though she was struggling to hold back sobs. He felt real guilt at the idea of this sensual creature crying in response to what he had done, and that cooled some of his anger.
"Belle?" His tone had softened, his lust receded but not totally gone to concern. "What is it, love?"
Her teary eyes in real danger of crying, glared at him in response. Belle actually had to control her breathing, before she could bite out an angry snarl.
"How dare you!"
Hook blinked several times, not expecting such anger but annoyed by it all the same. "In case you've forgotten, darling..." Even with his memory foggy, Belle's flinch told him enough. She didn't like the endearments he had used when speaking to her. Her dislike wasn't anywhere enough to get him to stop, Hook all but stressing the words. "We have a deal, pet."
She seemed to curl inwards of herself, Belle looking shaken. "I haven't forgotten."
"Then you won't mind." Hook was already leaning towards her, intent on resuming right where he had left off. Belle cried out before his mouth could cover her, the woman grabbing at the other pillow.
"Don't!"
Hook got hit again, the pillow having been flung like a projectile. He batted it to the floor, and arched an eyebrow at her, impatience keen in his expression.
"I may have..." Belle paused, drawing in a deep breath. "I may have agreed to this, but it doesn't give you the right to just manhandle me any time you feel like it!"
Hook gave her a look of disbelief, Belle still twisted in that awkward position, one of her legs resting hooked over his shoulder. She seemed to turn even redder, twisting about, to get free of him. Hook didn't so much allow it to be nice, as let her go so as to avoid getting a foot to the face from her frantic struggles.
"We need to set some basic rules here." Belle announced, grabbing at the bed's blanket. She drew it over her body, actually clutching it to her chest. She maintained her glare, and even half naked, with her hair wild, and her skin flushed pink from arousal, Belle looked regal. Like a Queen looking down on a servant that had displeased her.
But Hook wasn't anyone's servant. A fact he set out to remind her, his look dark as he grumbled. "The rules pirate follow are few and far in between."
"But they exist, don't they?" Belle challenged. "When you had a full crew for your ship, they must have obeyed you."
"Well yes..." Hook grudgingly allowed. "They did follow MY orders. But following their captain's orders, is not the same as adhering to society's rules. The men and woman who have been pirates have never been proper, never cared for the laws of polite society."
"Well, I'm no pirate." Belle retorted. "I don't know how the women of the sea act, or what you are used to, but some things have got to change."
Hook was suspicious. "Change how?"
"Well the sex for one thing!" Belle answered. "You can't just jump on me whenever you feel like."
"Next love, I suppose you'll be saying I have to ask first for your favors."
"It wouldn't hurt." Belle retorted. "And just as you have to ask, I should have the right to refuse."
"That's not part of the deal." Hook immediately protested.
"No, you're wrong about that. You insist the deal was for me to be your woman. You never once said slave. As your slave I'd have no choice, but as your woman I expect to be your equal and to be treated with respect."
She had paused, Belle watching Hook expectantly. He let out a breath, making a tsking sound. "Clever girl. Using the deal against me in this way."
"You thought me a fool." Belle chided softly. The corners of her mouth seemed to hold back a smirk, her eyes no longer so glistening wet. "You thought you had everything, what with a deal that hadn't been fully figured out before I gave my agreement. But just as you worked it to your advantage, so will I."
It was strange. He wanted to be annoyed. He wanted to glower and glare, make ominous threats to her about how a pirate didn't wait for permission, but took what he wanted. Instead he felt almost proud, Hook marveling at Belle for being smart enough to work the deal out to her favor.
"So you have." He said out loud, his tone neutral so as not to betray his admiration. "But don't consider it a complete victory just yet. I still have the right to hold and seduce MY woman."
"Only if I...."
"This is nonnegotiable." Hook interrupted. "You may have the right to refuse, but I have the right to try to get you in my bed."
He wanted to applaud how Belle didn't lose her defiant sparkle, the woman drawing her self taller, as she sat back in the bed. "You can try." She said, not even a quiver to her voice as Belle gave him a steel eyed stare.
"Oh I intend to." Hook laughed softly.
Belle seemed to shiver in response to that laugh, her hands clutching harder at the blanket. So hard her knuckles seemed to bleed of their color, Belle's entire body growing stiff with tension as Hook gave her a blatantly sexual look.
"You can try." Belle repeated when she had found her voice. "But I don't intend to be an easy mark for you. Not anymore...."
Hook hadn't considered Belle easy by any means. Naive yes, maybe even gullible to have fallen for his trick. Now she was showing a new facet to him, throwing down a gauntlet in challenge. Hook was not one to back down from challenge ever, openly ready to do whatever it took, even more trickery, to win against Belle.
"All right." Hook said out loud.
"All right?" Belle asked, her tone marked by suspicion. "Just like that?"
"Just like that." Hook agreed, with a smirk. "But understand this.....There will come a day when you will WANT my attention. When you will not only welcome my touch, but invite it."
"That will never happen." Belle retorted in response to Hook's prediction. He just held her gaze, his eyes smoldering with promise and sexual intensity. Her breath hitched in her throat as Hook slowly licked his lips clean of the faint remains of her arousal. Belle's blush bloomed fiercely, the skin pinkening further. Hook wanted to laugh, as he moved to lay down next to her. She immediately tried to leave the bed, Hook snaking an arm around Belle's waist.
"Shh...relax." He crooned softly into her ear. Belle did the opposite, stiff as a board against him. "I won't do anything more tonight." Hook said, nose buried in her hair, the unidentifiable flowery scent pleasing him.
"Then why...?"
"Why?" Hook asked. "Because I like holding you close." She again tried to leave the bed, Belle's shapely bottom rubbing over Hook's front. Even with the blanket as a barrier, it still caused Hook to voice a throaty moan. Belle went still again, Hook chuckling into her hair.
"I won't do anything else this night. I promise." He meant it too. As hard as it was to deny his own desires, and as unthinkable as it was to leave a woman---HIS woman, unfulfilled, Hook thought it might just work in his favor if Belle was left to stew at the height of her arousal. Of course, it was a lot more difficult for a man in that same situation. Hook couldn't claim to like the idea of being blue balled by her. A condition that looked to be repeated in the coming days, until he could finally break down Belle's resistance to his seductions.
Such was Hook's confidence, that he was sure he could wear Belle down in a matter of days. After all, she was such a sensitive being, her whole body starved for affection. It didn't matter that her resolve was strong, that Belle thought she could resist him forever if need be. In the end she would cave, surrendering herself fully to Hook.
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To Be Continued....
OH MY GOD!! *flails* What an ORDEAL this chapter was to write. I tried to get it started for three days in a row, only getting a few paragraphs accomplished. Then I did something that I was sure was wrong for the chapter and fic, pressed ahead anyway, got up to 16 kb with a sexual scene...then realized I was unhappy because of one lousy detail that was wrong for the fic. So I had to back track, erase some paragraphs. Luckily most of the sexual scene remained as it was in the other draft. I just had to remove a few lines or paragraphs, not trash the entire thing, thank goodness!
Then for the ending, it started to go all wrong after Belle said you can try. I had a bunch of stupidity written, gave up in funk, came back like two hours later, trashed it where it was stupid, and finally got the finished chapter as you all have read it. *collapses in exhaustion.*
It also kinda threw me for a loop. or a curve ball at me. I knew Belle was gonna wake up and say stuff about you can't just molest me when I'm sleeping, but it was a spur of the moment thing how the rest of the conversation worked out. I like it....though I wonder if this Hook is gonna have to work to seduce Belle back into sex angle, is gonna be one of those things I regret once I get some sleep. Why yes, I'm running on only two hours sleep. X_X
Ironically, never got Belle in the right state of mind for what I wanted for how I had been envisioning the time skip. But yet, next chapter should finally be me easing into that time skip of three days I keep blathering about. Course the way I feel after struggling so long with this chapter, is to take a break, a vacation. But we shall see how I feel tomorrow. I do want to try and update some of my other Once fics too....*passes out*
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