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The Trade Off	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 5410 -:- 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
- 25
- 26
His hook tore into the cardboard of the packaging, it’s sharp silver tip dragging deeper into the sealed seam. With that hook digging into the side for an extra grip, the one handed pirate forced open the box. A strange midnight sky colored object lay revealed inside it, one single black stripe breaking up the blue that was otherwise dominating it. Thick pieces of some kind of white material was wrapped around each of it’s ends, some foreign thing that he could have mistaken for cardboard, if not for the odd feel of it and the way it had easily broke apart at the touch of his hook. There was also a clear colored wrap, though Hook wasn't familiar with plastic or Styrofoam to even know the names of these strange objects, let alone have had the opportunity to encounter them before today.

Puzzled by these odd things, Hook barely spared a moment towards wondering how to work the little midnight blue radio. With careful, exaggerated movements, he freed it from the plastic and Styrofoam, untied and unwrapped the cord, wondering what that part was for. He played with the buttons, but nothing much happened, aside from a dull muted clicking sound as a compartment popped open on top. Hook eyed the radio, but even it’s foreign oddness, wasn't enough to distract him for long. With a sigh he set it down on the table, and tried to busy himself with picking up the remains of it’s packaging. But he kept glancing at the door that led into the cabin’s private bath room, Hook listening to the soft sounds, and trying to figure out what Belle was doing right now.

It was clear she wasn't taking a shower. The sound of the water had stopped it’s roar seven minutes ago. Before that, the water had run for roughly thirty two minutes, Hook tortured by every splish splash of sound and a visual he hadn't had to imagine from scratch. The memory of four days ago was freshly ingrained in his mind, Hook never able to forget the sight of an unaware Belle standing naked in his shower. As lovely as ever, she had also radiated a keen vulnerability, Belle hugging her arms around her chest, the water pelting her face making it difficult to tell if she had been crying. Her shoulders had shook then, and Hook had been torn, his powerful lust fighting against his not wanting to be a completely unfeeling bastard to her pain.

It was a similar situation this morning, Hook all but walking on egg shells, wanting Belle in the worst way possible. But he was being mindful of her pain, of Belle’s tortured state of mind. Just as he had been all night, and even a few of the hours before. This behavior of his was something completely new, and it just about killed him to maintain. The pirate had forced himself to spend the whole night behaving, of doing nothing more than laying besides Belle after she had cried herself to sleep. He hadn't been able to keep from pulling her close, from inhaling the scent of her hair, but what he had been able to do was downright astonishing, Hook behaving, not molesting and touching up on her. It still hadn't kept him from getting an erection, but just the woman’s nearness was enough to madden his blood, Hook having had to fight to not grind his pelvis against her.

It wouldn't have been the first time Belle would have made him cream in his pants. There was just something about her, about being near her, that made Hook feel young again. She both revitalized and reduced him to nothing, made his body and his libido that of a late teenager’s. It was almost embarrassing how out of control she made him feel, and at the first stirring of sunlight through the cabin’s three portholes, Hook had rushed out of bed. The bathroom door was already closing, Hook having heard Belle murmur his pirate’s name while still half asleep.

It had been too much, Hook having turned on the shower full blast. He had all but torn himself free of his pants, had leaned against the shower door, with a wash rag in his mouth. He had bit down on that cotton cloth, trying to stifle the worst of his grunts and his groans, Belle’s name a tormented mantra muffled by the fabric in his mouth. His hand had been nothing but violent, no art or teasing there, Hook making a tight fist, and bucking his hips back and forth with a purpose. With every forward thrust, he had pulled, gritting his teeth and groaning deep in his throat, thinking of Belle, and how much he had wanted to fuck her. He tortured himself with the remembered feel of being buried in her body, with his lips wet with the proof of her arousal, Hook remembering how perfectly she had felt, and had fit in his hand.

His release had been just as violent as his hand, the fluid jettisoning forward, and splattering against the wall. It didn't linger, the shower’s rough spray quickly washing it down the drain. Hook had stood there panting, the shower door pressed against his back for support. He hadn't felt one ounce of better, Hook still hurting with the ache Belle had so easily set off inside him. The lust that he felt hadn't receded one bit, the edge taken off of his hunger all but amounting to nothing. He still wanted her, still desired Belle with every fiber of his being. It was driving him mad, SHE was driving him mad, and the pirate didn't know how much more that he could take.

He had finished his shower shortly after. But not even cold water could dampen his ardor, Belle a fever that was running through his very veins. With his very blood burning, Hook took care of his morning routine, got dressed, and then came out of the bathroom. He hadn't gone back to bed, instead busying himself with fetching a breakfast, a simple meal made up of the eggs and ham Smee had delivered the night before.

By the time the meal was cooked and ready for eating, Hook had discovered Belle had gone into the bathroom. Shortly after, the shower had started, Hook unable to eat, unable to do much of anything, too busy listening carefully for any sounds that she might make. Did the pirate hope to hear a moan, to hear proof that she was as affected by this madness as he was? Heaven help them both if she had been, Hook pacing near the door, at one point putting his hand on the latch, warring with himself to not peek inside. The temptation had been strong, near undeniable, and that was when Hook remembered about the radio. He had busied himself with first looking at the box, and as the sounds of the shower’s water had died down, he had started to tear into the packaging. But never did he stop thinking for long about Belle, listening and lusting for her, and wondering when she would finally nerve herself to come out.

The eggs and strips of ham had grown cold by the time she did emerge back into the bedroom. Hook didn't give a damn about the cold breakfast, sure his expression had lighted up at the sight of her. Without even thinking, he had stood, and the intensity of his stare was such, that it had made Belle nervous. The woman had faltered in her step, an arm raising, her graceful fingers tucking slightly damp hair behind one perfectly curved ear. God help him, but Hook wanted to fall to his knees and crawl his way to her. He had just noticed what she was wearing, a navy blue sweater dress that was as snug as just about anything else he had seen on her. There was a lighter blue rimming the hem of her dress, making a faint pattern of the contrasting shades, and Hook STILL wanted to crawl his way over, and run his hand up her thigh.

That got him wondering if she was wearing skin colored stockings, and then his train of thought derailed into what kind of panties she might have on. He hadn't gotten a good look at it in the store, Hook not having shadowed her that closely until after she had moved well away from the underwear department. Nor had he thought to go digging in the many bags of clothing he had purchased for her, and it was killing the pirate with the mystery of it all.

“Does it suit me?” Belle’s voice broke through the madness of his thoughts, Hook blinking slowly and repeatedly as he stared at her. She was nervous, and from the way the woman was fidgeting with her dress, Hook realized that Belle was feeling self conscious.

“You look lovely. That dress is amazing on you.” But the truth was Belle could have been in a brown paper sack, and Hook would have still thought her wonderful.

Her cheeks got the faintest dusting of color to them, her self conscious air growing worse not better. Hook didn't know how to soothe her, didn't know how to stop staring, and an awkward silence was building. Belle shifted uncertainly in place, and dared to look around the room. He couldn't do the same, unable to take his eyes off her, even as she took notice of the breakfast, and then the fact that he had unpacked the radio.

“Have you played it yet?” She asked him, and Hook told her no.

“Couldn't quite figure out how to work it...” He admitted to her. “Those little buttons and switches do nothing. And I can't figure out what this cord is for.”

“Cord? Oh that. That’s for if the ship was wired for electricity. You don't have to worry about it. It'll run on batteries too...”

“Ah.” He hesitated. “I made breakfast…” She didn't ask or comment on the fact that it was now cold, Belle instead merely nodding her head in acknowledgement. He thought she wouldn't say much about it at all, and then she frowned.

“Is that….eggs?” Belle looked back at him, and there was a surprised look there that confused him.

“Aye.” Hook said, and then realized why Belle was so surprised. “I had Smee bring us some fresher food….” He explained, and she slowly nodded.

“I see.” She glanced away, almost disinterested now. He took a step forward, and it was with a purposeful menace, Hook wanting Belle to keep looking his way with that lovely blue gaze of hers.

“It’s not all that I had him bring.” He told her, trying to spark her curiosity. “Would you like to come see?”

“Maybe later..” Belle purposefully chose a longer path to the table, one that would keep her far out of Hook’s reach. He felt his fingers clench with his frustration, the pirate making a fist out of his hand. The man knew he should let her be, and yet that was exactly what he couldn't make himself do. He approached the table, and sat down next to her, not failing to notice the way Belle stiffened at his nearness.

“About yesterday...” She had picked up a slice of ham, and was delicately nibbling on one end. Hook couldn't stop staring, wishing it was a part of him that was being nibbled on by the beauty. “I..I’m...” But he couldn't finish that sentence. Not when he wasn't sure what he was besides not being sorry. As much as he hadn't enjoyed her distress, Hook had reaped some enjoyment out of holding her. She hadn't tried to fight him, and there had existed for a time while Belle had been crying, a closeness between them that wasn't there now.

“What about yesterday?” Her tone was careful, downright guarded, Belle staring at the partially eaten slice of ham that she had been nibbling on.

“Just thought we should talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She insisted in that even level of tone. She was still gazing at the ham, but didn't fail to flinch when Hook reached out to tug on a strand of her wet hair’s curls.

“There’s plenty.” He said, the pirate enjoying the silken texture of Belle’s hair between his thumb and forefinger. He swept the curl back, it and the others being put behind her ear, so that Belle couldn't easily hide with her hair.

“I'm not ready.” Belle suddenly said. “I can't face my father, and I am not ready try and make new friends.”

“That’s fine.” He told her, and now his fingers caressed a touch on her face. “Your father and friends are not what I be wanting to talk about….” Belle closed her eyes. Was it his touch on her cheek she tried to block out, or was it what she thought he was about to say. “Belle, love...”

“Don't...”

“Don't want?” It was a soft, husky tone, but was no less demanding because of it. “Don't talk about how much I want you? Don't remind you of how I had admitted to just how strongly I desire and am attracted to you?” Her eyes were still shut tight, Hook continuing relentlessly as she began to tremble under his finger’s stroke. “Pet, these feelings consume me, drive me to the brink of madness. I...” But he stopped just short of admitting to how very nearly all of his waking thoughts were centered on her, and most of his dreams as well. It was too much like some love sick fool’s confession, and Hook was anything but in love with her.

She didn't open her eyes, didn't try to get him to finish the sentence. Instead Belle tried to play indifferent to what he had said, but her trembling spoke of a different truth. It affected her what Hook was saying, but not in a positive way.

“Do you remember when I first brokered that deal with you?”

“How could I forget.” Belle finally opened her eyes. “You tricked me into more than I had been understanding.”

He didn't fight the smile. “I'm glad that I did.” Hook heard her sharp inhale, that admittance scandalizing her. “Is it really that surprising?” He couldn't help asking Belle with a chuckle. “When I had made it clear to you on just how well you had sold me on you?”

The color on her cheeks was now a darker red, Belle’s blush an angry manifestation of her inner turmoil. “You are an extraordinary woman, love. With many fine and admired qualities, both in and out of bed.” He had to bite down on his tongue in order to keep from admitting to too much, Hook fearing that every second spent with her, was only making him want her and desire her more and more. It was madness of the worst kind, an insanity he was all too ready to embrace, Belle driving him wild and she WASN'T even trying. He'd be completely at her mercy, her lap dog to call upon, should she ever seriously set out to tame him.

“There’s no point in you telling me all this.” Belle whispered. “Because your feelings don't---WON'T change my heart. Or who is inside it.”

He dropped his hand away from her cheek, Hook feeling the burn of his hatred for Rumplestiltskin surge forward with what Belle had just said. Rumplestiltskin being in her heart, didn't make Hook want Belle any less. If anything he saw it as a challenge, just another one in this maddening test of wills between them.

“They might not change things ever, but they might go a long way to making---helping you understand.”

“Understand what?!” Belle asked in a scoffing manner, as she started to rise up out of her seat. “That you are a manipulator and a pervert, an opportunist that preys on other men’s loves?!” His fingers had locked around her wrist, preventing Belle from fleeing.

“Aye, that’s right.” He said, and was tugging her forward even as Belle tried to pull away. “I'm all those things and MORE.” She had landed haphazardly on his lap, the curve of his hook fitting around her slim neck as he hauled her in for a kiss. It was pure heat and devastation, Hook discovering a new feeling towards the crocodile that Belle was responsible for. Jealousy. The pirate was sick with jealousy, hatefully envying Rumplestiltskin for still retaining his hold on Belle’s heart.

Seeing green over it, Hook was almost desperate as he kissed her. She fought it, fought him, Belle making a high pitched whine of distress. Those soft little squeals affected him down to his cock, the throbbing twitches in sync with her cries. Belle was made aware of it too, his erection prodding against her bottom, the thin material of her dress not nearly enough to properly protect her from his desire. It would be easy, so easy, to pull up her skirt, to tear down her panties and the stockings she might possibly be wearing. Only the thought of how badly he would hurt her, kept him in check, Hook breathing hard against her lips.

Her expression looking wounded, Belle begged him between breaths to just stop. To stop and to let her go, and in the moment, Hook wasn't sure just what exactly Belle was asking. To let her go from his lap, or to free her from the deal that she had made? His fingers tightened on her wrist in response, he was a jealous, crazed, possessive Neanderthal that didn't want to imagine existing here without her. It actually scared Hook how much she was coming to mean to him, and in so short a time. He was all she had said and more, Hook needy, and greedy. It wasn't enough to just have her body, Hook was starting to want everything from her. Anything Belle had to give, and he'd take what she couldn't too.

Was there a shred of sanity left to him? Did he possess any bit of will power left to stop? Or were such things trivial to the state that he was now in? Hook was kissing her again, drowning out not only Belle’s frantic pleas, but any doubts that might have found voice in his head. The hand he was not holding, found purchase on his chest, Hook shuddering in ecstatic pain to feel her nails digging in harshly, cutting through the thin fabric of his shirt, to dig in deep to his skin.

He locked eyes with her, the troubled blue reflecting the mad war raging on inside him. She actually whimpered in response at seeing it, her small body seeming to curl within itself, Hook suddenly turning her arm, twisting it behind her back. Her body arched with the movement, Belle’s pained expression not taking away from her fear.

She was so damn beautiful, heart breaking in her distress. His heart which she had once accurately pinpointed as rotten, throbbed with an unfamiliar ache. Hook stared at her, actually licked his own lips, as he tried to think things through. He didn't have much of a plan, wasn't thinking past anything but getting her on the bed. Of pinning her down, and working his tongue, fingers, and mouth into seducing a definitive yes from her lips.

~Then what?~ A voice seemed to ask, the sound of it so faint, so buried under his own selfish wants and desires. ~She'd NEVER forgive you. You'd trade the chance for the world with her, for a selfish moment of gratification?!~

He froze in place, the voice that was his long thought exterminated conscience reaching through to him. He looked at Belle, and her distress registered in a new way, Hook realizing, understanding, accepting what he had been about to do. What his strong jealousy of Rumplestiltskin, what the envy and the hate had helped fuel.

If his conscience had been stronger, if his heart hadn’t been so damaged, a tear would have slipped down Hook’s face. Instead shock alone reeled through him, the pirate abruptly letting go of the distressed woman. She immediately scrambled free, even as he cried out an apology.

“I'm sorry!”

Belle’s hand violently slapped across his cheek, the woman breathing harder for her anger. Hook actually saw stars, reeling in place from the petite beauty’s blow.

“I deserved that.” It earned him her scream, Belle telling him he deserved that and a whole lot more. He could only nod his head in agreement, bracing himself for a second blow. It came, and then she was running, fleeing to the other side of the room. He didn't try to stop her, not even when she scrambled past the broken door. The last sight he had of Belle, was her tugging at her skirt that was still in slight disarray, trying to get the knit wool of the dress back into a semblance of order.

To Be Continued….

Okay I debated on a lot of things cause of this chapter, including if I should wait on posting it. I mean it is only about eight hours (As of this writing) since I posted 25. But also….this chapter, the characters kinda derailed it a lot…..but it kinda works for me. But I worry about people getting upset….so I am kinda scared to post this. I already know what I want to do for 27, but I am feeling unsure...if I should keep 26 the way it is. I rather want to, but I worry ya’ll will be upset, because it’s like 25 was one step forward, and now Hook set them back at least two steps backward in chapter 26. I'm face palming here and so anxious!

I'm just feeling a lot of anxiety right now. I still have to spell check and proof read. It’s almost ten now, and I haven't been to sleep yet, cause I was up all night struggling with this chapter. By the way, I reread 25, and ended up liking it after all. So yay for that!

This chapter has been an excellent example on how I can never predict how the characters themselves will upset my own plans. Hook wasn't supposed to get so out right rapey...it’s changed some of the order of some of the stuff I had wanted to do. I would say I am scrambling to try and figure it out, but I already saw the path the story could take. Next chapter is definitely meant to be a Belle POV, and will probably contain a time skip, provided I can work it in smoothly. Hook has really messed up...and is going to have to really work for forgiveness. But it might not be forgiveness that drives Belle back, and that’s all I will say, cause I am spoiling too much here!
Off to spell check and proof read now! Laters!

---Michelle
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