[ the softness of his mouth against her jaw and ear makes her resolve melt, and she allows her hand to be moved from the front of his pants. her chest heaves with a full, satisfied exhale as his hand moves up her shirt. she raises her arms over her head to help him get it off.
then she's on him again, hands planted on either side of his face, pulling him into a suffocating kiss. her hands move down to his unbuttoned shirt, push it open as she presses closer to him so she can feel his skin. one hand traces the slope of his shoulder underneath his shirt, fingers kneading the muscles there. ]
I'm not having sex with a gentleman. I'm having sex with Captain Hook. [ she says it in a low, coquettish voice as she kisses a slow trail from his lips, across the scratchy stubble of his jaw, and back to his neck.
it's not just the sarcastic dismissal of his choice to call himself that. it's also wrapped up in her reminder that they're having sex, not anything more than that, and that she's doing it with hook. not killian jones. there's incredulity, too, that's hardly worn off from a year of realizing fairytales are real. ]
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then she's on him again, hands planted on either side of his face, pulling him into a suffocating kiss. her hands move down to his unbuttoned shirt, push it open as she presses closer to him so she can feel his skin. one hand traces the slope of his shoulder underneath his shirt, fingers kneading the muscles there. ]
I'm not having sex with a gentleman. I'm having sex with Captain Hook. [ she says it in a low, coquettish voice as she kisses a slow trail from his lips, across the scratchy stubble of his jaw, and back to his neck.
it's not just the sarcastic dismissal of his choice to call himself that. it's also wrapped up in her reminder that they're having sex, not anything more than that, and that she's doing it with hook. not killian jones. there's incredulity, too, that's hardly worn off from a year of realizing fairytales are real. ]