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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
- 5
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- 7
His battered ribs wouldn't allow him the chance to carry Belle to his bed a second time. Hook had had to settle for holding her hand, leading her forward though he had kept stopping to kiss and touch her. It had been more than just an attempt to stop any protests Belle might make, Hook wanting, NEEDING to touch her. To keep on stealing kisses and touches of her soft skin, his pain momentarily forgotten as anticipation built within him.
And now here they were, perched on the edge of the bed, twisted somewhat to face each other. Belle was already flustered, her skin losing much of it's paleness, to allow a faint blush that was spreading. She would become even pinker the more Hook did, his hand pausing briefly to cup her blushing cheek. Belle's eyes briefly flicked towards his, but it seemed the look he gave her, the heat in his gaze, was too much for her. Certainly she didn't try to hold his gaze, quickly lowering her own.
That wouldn't do, Hook wanting her eyes on him. Wanting Belle to be more than just aware of him, but to acknowledge him. "Belle, pet...LOOK at me."
Another quick flicker of the blue, and then Belle was shaking her head no. He almost sighed then, wondering if she was really that shy or if Belle was purposefully being defiant of what Hook thought as such a simple request.
"Darling...."
"I can't bear it." She finally whispered, voice so soft he had to strain to make out the words. He kept on brushing her cheek, patiently waiting for her to go on, waiting for another upwards flick of her eyes.
"What can't you bear?" He finally asked, and wonders of wonders, her cheeks did blossom a darker pink.
"The way you look at me."
It was a somber smile he gave her, though she hadn't looked up to see it. Hook was aware of how he stared at her, the way the desperate, needy hunger he felt for her, peered out through his eyes. Hook didn't think it was necessarily an unpleasant thing, to be the subject of his intense regard, the pirate unable to hide just how much Belle enthralled him with her every action.
"Can't help it, love." Hook said to her. "You fascinate me."
"Fascinate?" Her surprise at that earned him another quick look, Belle not understanding. "How? Why?"
Hook wondered if it was possible to answer that without giving offense, without upsetting Belle further. Hook instinctively knew he'd get slapped if he admitted he found her far more sexy and erotic than first looks would have led him to believe, even though that was the truth. Hook HAD thought her a beautiful, if prudish being, never coming close to imagining the passion that lay hidden underneath the many layers of her clothing.
"You've just proven to be a surprise." He finally settled on. "I'm discovering new facets to you, new layers of passion and appeal." She began frowning, Hook caressing his thumb over her bottom lip. "Take your reactions in bed."
"What about my reactions?" The frown hadn't left her, Belle distinctly displeased.
"You try to hide from what you're feeling, to deny the pleasure I make you feel."
"You do not make me feel pleasure!" Belle snapped, then colored, probably realizing she was denying it exactly like he had just said. "It was a bodily reaction, it has nothing to do with what I'm feeling inside, what I think, what I HATE about this."
He inwardly flinched at the way she keenly voiced the word hate. Hook didn't like nor wanted to think about Belle hating being with him, trying to shove aside that bit of unpleasantness. Trying to tell himself there would come a time when Belle wouldn't object quite so vehemently to what he was doing, that she would come to accept him, maybe even like him.
But not love, Hook thought. He didn't think Belle could ever come to feel that strongly for him. Not even if he proved to her how much better her life would be, with Hook at her side rather than Rumplestiltskin.
"Hate is such a strong word, darling." Hook murmured out loud.
"Doesn't lessen the truth of it." She countered.
"Is it me that you so abhor?" Hook asked, sincerely wanting to know.
"I..." A sigh then. "I don't hate you. I don't know you well enough to truly feel much of anything. It's this situation that's the problem. This having to be with you, when I love another."
"Ah, that."
"Yes that!" She snapped at him, her gaze lifted towards his, and flashing with a burst of annoyance.
"It'll get easier, love. In time..."
"I don't WANT it to get easier!" She cried out plaintively. "I don't want it to ever get to that point, where I could accept what is happening, the choices I have made, the hurt I've done to myself and to Rumplestiltskin as well!"
"You're only setting yourself up to spending a lifetime of pain and regret, if you don't try to adapt. If you don't accept the deal that you made, the fact that it's ME in your bed, and not that monster."
Hook saw her shiver at that, Belle letting a second pass by before protesting. Insisting that Rumplestiltskin wasn't a monster. Hook could only smile wryly at her, taking hold of her hand and pressing it over one of the many bruises on his face.
"He was angry." She said, as if that excused Rumplestiltskin. "He thought you had raped me."
"Ah but it wasn't rape, was it? Not when you agreed." Hook said.
"I didn't agree for your sake." Belle was fierce. "I did it for him. For Rumple to have the chance to be able to go and find his son."
"Ah yes, and he was ever so grateful for that." Hook's tone was dry, almost sarcastic.
Belle didn't seem to know how to respond to that, looking down once more.
"Love." Hook began kissing over the palm of her hand. "Don't even waste you breath on a wretch like Rumplestiltskin. He was never truly worthy of a woman like you. You only hurt yourself in thinking otherwise."
"And I suppose you think you're worthy enough of me?" Belle demanded angrily.
"Oh love, I know I'm NOT." That surprised her, Belle looking up with such a shocked expression it was all Hook could do to keep from laughing. "I'm a wicked and sinful man. I've plundered and killed, manipulated and tirelessly sought revenge. My hand is dirty, not fit to touch someone as pure hearted as you."
He gave her an absolutely wicked smile, letting go of her hand so that he could cup one of her heavy breasts. "But touch you I shall. For I am a greedy, take what he wants, pirate. And what this pirate wants is you, Belle."
Her breath had hitched in her throat at his words, her eyes looking a little wet. Hook began kneading her breast, fingers manipulating her soft flesh both to serve as a distraction and because he liked handling her.
"You don't want me." Belle finally said. She flushed darker at the disbelieving look he gave her. "You just want the revenge on Rumplestiltskin I represent to you."
He didn't bother to correct her. Not when Hook knew Belle wouldn't believe, wouldn't want to acknowledge the fact that this was more than just revenge. Belle seemed incapable of believing in her own appeal, as though ignorant of the kind of quality woman she truly was. Acting as though Hook couldn't want her for her, for Belle's many attractive traits, the least of which was her beauty. And yes, part of it WAS revenge. Hook would have most likely never have given Belle a second thought if she hadn't been involved with Rumplestiltskin.
The fact remained the she had been, Hook stressing the past tense of Belle's relationship with Rumplestiltskin. And as much as Hook hated that monster, he could admire Rumplestiltskin's taste in women. Both Mila and Belle far too appealing, and far better off with someone, anyone other than the crocodile.
Even someone like Hook, whose heart had long since rotted, just like Belle had said it had. Ruined though he was, Hook wasn't incapable of feeling. The feelings just got twisted in his head, everything tainted by his own driving need for revenge. Belle represented the culmination of years of questing, Hook's being with her the ultimate revenge he could take on the monster. Was it any wonder when added to that, her sexiness and appeal, that it made Hook just about crazed. For her if not about her?
Things didn't seem that complicated to Hook. He was attracted to Belle, and could easily grow to be fond of her. More than that, Hook thought he could be happy, especially given the fact that his life spent with her would only torture Rumplestiltskin more completely. Perhaps the monster's heart, which had already broken, would blow apart completely. Maybe he would even wither away and die from his grief. Whatever the case, Hook felt like he was having the last laugh, finally triumphing over Rumplestiltskin.
That giddiness he felt was translating into how Hook touched Belle. His arm reached around her, his hook pressing the blunt curve into the small of her back. Holding her still, or at least attempting to, given the fact Belle was squirming about. His good hand was touching her, stroking the side of one plump breast. It was a tickling kind of caress he used, Hook staring at Belle, growing further aroused at watching her fitful shifting.
Hook had a feeling he'd never grow tired of watching her, of seeing the erotic ways she moved. She was just that sexy to him, a delight, a feast for all five senses, even that of smell. The flowers that made up her shampoo, while not ones he was capable of identifying, lent her hair a pleasant aroma. Hook wouldn't have minded rubbing his face in her hair, surrounding himself with that flowery scent. Hell, he wanted to rub all over her, until Hook was aware of nothing but Belle and the desire he felt for her.
A desire he was working to make her FEEL, Hook continuing his caressing. Sliding his hand under her breast, cupping and lifting it as he bent over it. His breath blowing on her nipple seemed to spark a reaction, the flesh crinkling just a little. His tongue then being dragged across that sensitive spot, made several things happen at once, Belle crying out, trying to jerk back as her nipple began to stiffen further.
God, but he couldn't help himself, Hook fastening his lips onto her. Holding her prisoner against him, making Belle wild even as she struggled and failed to twist free. Watching her as he did this, seeing the frustrated look she was giving him slowly being eaten up and replaced by lust and arousal. It wasn't enough, Hook wanting her crazy, aching with need. Hook wanted her to burn so badly for him, that Belle would stop trying to get away, stop fighting her own reactions, and actually accept them and him. Maybe then she would do more than try to push him away. Maybe then she would touch him, Hook excited just by the thought of Belle's hands and mouth caressing on his body.
On some level he knew it wasn't an entirely realistic desire. Belle didn't really want Hook. And no amount of teasing and stimulation would make her forget that, not now, not this early in their newly developing relationship. Hook knew about being patient, had made an art of waiting for just the right moment, years passing by before he could even come close to achieving his long sought after revenge. He'd have to call on that same patience and strength, bide his time until Belle came to accept the situation and him. No matter how badly he wanted her, Hook had to face the facts. She wouldn't be running her hands all over him the way he was now doing to her. The best Hook could hope for, was a skittish touch, Belle perhaps clinging to him at the height of her passion.
She wasn't yet there, wasn't yet out of control. Her moans weren't coming, Belle managing to hold in her voice except for that startled moment when his lips had latched on so greedily to her breast. She kept right on pursing her lips together, quivering with the effort to hold back her cries. Her hands kept lifting, stopping just short of touching him. Most likely she wanted to push him away, Belle struggling to uphold her half of the bargain. It was almost astounding, how honorable she was, almost shocking that Belle would go this far, that she wouldn't tell him no. Not that Hook thought himself capable of stopping if she did. Not now that he had had her, had discovered just how wild she made HIM.
Wild enough that Hook didn't care that his sides hurt, that his ribs protested when he lifted Belle up, placing her securely on his lap. He had had to let go of her breast to do that, kissing her mouth instead, his hand gliding down her flat stomach and lower yet. To fit between her tightly clenched thighs, Hook getting his hand to squeeze between them before Belle gave up and let them fall apart. Not wide, but just enough that Hook could comfortable touch her there, his fingers ready to manipulate her flesh into a wet throbbing invitation.
Belle made the slightest of sounds at Hook's finger's tickling touch, one of her legs bending. He increased the pressure of his touch, fingers more firm and sure rather than the light caress he had started with. She made another sound, Hook eating it up, coaxing her tongue to move with his. Shy, faltering at first, her tongue grew bolder the more he touched between her legs, until Belle was fully participating into the kiss without Hook having to prod her. She still didn't try to touch him though, Hook having to settle for the feel of the side of her body pressing against his front, the weight of her bottom on his lap as she began to wiggle in time to his fingers' movements.
Her hips began to move, to lift up, the weight of her gone. She wasn't able to keep still, holding herself up one moment, then lowering herself back onto him. Only to repeat that rising, a low keening sound escaping her, the kiss broken as Belle let her head loll back on his shoulder. Hook watched her, brushing a kiss over her temple, before taking in the whole of her. The word magnificent came to mind, as Belle rocked and bounced against his hand. Her eyes were half closed, her blush in full bloom, Belle making low whining sounds that only further served to heighten Hook's own excitement.
By the fifth time she lifted up off his lap, his cock was trying to follow, straining against the leather confines of his pants. He literally couldn't get them open fast enough, having to shift Belle, practically throwing her down on the pillows as he pulled open the fastenings of his pants. It would take time to get them off completely, precious moments he didn't want to waste on anything but being inside Belle. Hook wasn't even thinking about the best way to go about this, the best way to avoid aggravating his rib's bruised condition. He merely wanted Belle, wanted the connection of their bodies, trusting the pleasure to be more intense than any pain he could possibly feel.
He bent over her, touching her face briefly. Kissing her, even as he moved to position himself between her legs. Their tongues flickered together, tips touching and rubbing each other. And then the tip of him was sliding, gliding over her wet sex. The head of him actually rubbed over her clit, Belle gasping into their kiss. He rubbed again, and the woman positively melted against him, sinking more deeply into the pillows with Hook following after her. Their chests touched, Belle's stiff little nipples rubbing over him with each breath she took. Hook kissed her again, taking possession of her mouth and her body, his hand on her hip as he started to thrust inside her.
He was met by welcoming heat, Belle pleasantly hot inside. Burning in a way that felt so good, too good, Hook moaning and fearing he wouldn't be able to last. Not with the heat and her silken insides coiling around him, making it a struggle to get in deeper. Belle was almost TOO tight, Hook's fingers digging into her hip, hauling her against him. Making her whole body bounce as he took firm seat inside her up to the root of him. And then she WAS touching him, her hands almost lazy as they caressed the length of his arms. Hook could have spilled right then and there, reacting that strongly to that touch of hers.
It would only grow worse, the need to come, Belle continuing to caress, her breasts moving against his chest, her knees lifting, rubbing over his sides. It was a sensual delight, Hook starting to sweat, almost forgetting the pain of his ribs completely as he attempted to thrust a frantic, fast pace. That was a mistake, even as Belle cried out, the rippling flesh around him signaling she had climaxed. A sharp spike of pain was Hook's own reward, the man fighting not to grimace as he realize he really would have to be gentle this time.
It was a struggle, one that went against his every impulse, Hook wanting to pound into Belle as hard as he could. As hard as he dared, wanting that pleasant ache of sore hips that came later when the highs of love making faded away. Instead Hook forced himself to go slow, to do a downright sedate rhythm, lazily making love to Belle.
He let go of her hip, putting hand and hook on either side of her. Holding himself up above her by several inches, enough that he could look down and gaze at the point of their connection. Watching as slowly, inch by inch he disappeared inside her, only to reappear seconds later, and moving just as slow. It was fascinating, an honest marvel to think her small body could take something of that size. It was amazing, it was humbling, Hook briefly pulling out. Making Belle cry out in a strangled voice of surprise, Hook pressing his lips over her sex. Kissing there as thanks, practically worshipping her flesh and the marvel that it was, Belle wiggling, her body quivering, stomach undulating with every exaggerated breath she took.
Not lifting his mouth, he glanced up her body. She was gazing down at him, her eyes almost feverishly bright. None of her earlier tension or anxiety was in her, Belle merely existing for the pleasure he was giving her. Her legs shifted, pressing tight against him, her feet being rubbed over his sides. Hook reveled in that unasked for touch, his tongue busy, buried inside her. Seeking out and getting the creamy proof of her desire, Hook letting Belle lightly bounce against his mouth several times before he abruptly pulled back.
With her juices glistening on his mouth and chin, Hook kissed her again. Letting her get a good taste of what he had enjoyed, Hook already moving to place his cock back inside her. Moving his hips, doing his own slow undulation as Belle let her head fall back on the pillow with a soft cry. And then he was pressing against her, his butt clenching as he went in deep, his arms wrapping around her. Hook lavished attention on her throat, her skin muffing his own feverish groans, as he worked his hips, doing a quick grind that barely took him out of her before Hook was pushing back in.
He didn't last much longer than that, too aroused, too simulated. Especially when Belle hugged him back, her hands doing caressing circles over his shoulder blades. It was because of that touch, that Hook gave himself permission to come, growling softly at first then ending in a shout at the intensity of his own climax.
By the time it was over, Hook drained of seed and energy, he was kissing Belle again, thanking her. As his hips slowed to a stop, Belle's hands ceased their caressing motion. For one second she just held him, Hook listening to the sound of their heavy breaths mingling. And then abruptly, she dropped her hands to her sides, leaving Hook to feel abandoned by her as Belle tried to shut down over what had happened. She wouldn't look at him, fixing her gaze instead at some point up at the ceiling. Trying to ignore him, which he refused to allow, Hook running his hands over the length of her body. He wouldn't pull out of her, though he would shift them into a different position, one that wouldn't force Belle to endure his weight on her for the remaining hours of the night.
And like that they would remain, Hook stubbornly determined to make Belle feel him. To force her to be aware of him at all hours of the night, to make it so she couldn't NOT think about him, whether awake or dreaming. It was crazy, it was insane, Hook wanting Belle to acknowledge him beyond what he was doing, and beyond the sex that they had just had. He didn't want her shutting down, didn't want Belle turning cold the instant the sex was over. And Hook didn't care if had to be cruel to keep that from happening.
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To Be Continued...
So....Okay, I had finished this chapter earlier. Or rather I had finished A version earlier. But I wasn't very happy with it. I was suffering tiredness all day, even with naps, so I think I wasn't in a good frame of mind to write smut. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good either. It didn't have much thought or feeling, being more like describing just the sex and not what Hook thought about everything. So I ended up trashing that version. I kept the first 8 KB before the sex started, which I was and still am happy with. It was right after the point where he didn't try to correct her on Belle saying Hook only sees her for the revenge she represents. Everything after that got completely rewritten, and in my not so humble opinion, is so much better! Yay!
And yes, next chapter WILL be a Belle POV. But probably need to get more than a nap in before I can try to tackle that. Still wish I could have written more today. But I feel glad I got this rewritten to be something I can accept and be happy about! Phew!
----Michelle
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