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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 5, 2013 18:54:53 GMT -5
She pouted that he was aware of her ploy, but she continued with it anyway...maybe she could make him understand...
Else placed hands on either side of his tan face. "I'm going to tell you something... because right now... I have the courage to go against myself and say it: I... find you... VERY desirable. Since the moment I first laid eyes on you." She came in closer to him, her voice becoming a murmur. "I've wondered how talented you are with your one hand... and what your hook's steel would feel like against my body... it's driving me to a point of madness... knowing that you are man sculpted by sexual conquests... and me so inexperienced...the things you could TEACH me..." She put her arms around his neck, a place that was quickly becoming her favorite.
"And then your restraint in the hot spring... it only makes you MORE desirable..." Her leg hooked around his leg. It was eerie how she was completely ignoring the spider's snarls; they were safe for the moment anyways, right?
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 5, 2013 19:06:31 GMT -5
"I always had that suspicion..." And it was gone, Hook pressed her up against the wall and kissed her with ferocious passion, squeezing her hips with one and letting his hook pull at the loose corset and then removing it completely. His hips moved in on hers while his grip traveled down to her firm calve raising it over his shoulder.
Else held him to her as he continued kissing her going further down to her jaw, her neck and her collar bone. He'd have killed for this moment. To hell with getting home, to hell with 'Hans' and damn the spider!
"Tell me what you want to learn, Love" He whispered into her ear, briefly coming up from her chest, then nipping lightly at her neck, wanting so badly to work on her leggings next... but only when she begged for it
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 5, 2013 19:35:47 GMT -5
She had been reaching for the fruit in his pocket, but with the way he was touching her, kissing her... the shivers amplified by the side effects of the fruit pushed her over the edge. Else gave up on the ambition, letting him handle her.
"Everything..." She whispered back.
She gasped and moaned. It was so freeing... being the one PLEASURED, by expert hands and lips, instead of being the one guiding a clumsy, inexperienced...
Her dark eyes opened...
Husband... her HUSBAND. SHE WAS MARRIED. STOP. STOP THIS AT ONCE! STOP IT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!!!!
As if surfacing out of a drug induced fogginess, she pushed against him. He was mistaking it for playfulness. NO... it's not his fault... BUT END IT. She brought her knee up into his groin. As he rolled off, she struggled to her feet, not aware that her corset was gone. She heard the snarls of the spider, it FINALLY dawned on her that it was preventing them from their way back to camp. And she refused to die here.
Else picked up the little withered fruit that had fallen out of his pocket, and threw it as hard as she could, into the creature's mouth as it threatened her with a hiss, exposing it's fangs. It staggered back swallowing the projectile.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 5, 2013 19:46:12 GMT -5
Hook cussed and curled up and contorting in pain," Dammit Else, would you make up your MIND???"
He managed to get up on one elbow to see what she was doing... without her corset. At least he had that little mercy. The Spider caught the fruit in it's mouth and it was crushed between it's huge jaws. It paused slightly backing away.... it foamed a bit at the mouth and made a strange warbly sound. it staggered around a little and disappeared into the brush.
Not that he was really interested in that, Hook still watched Else's breasts jump and sway as she moved to get her corset," For the record.... you begged me... practically working my clothes off had you not suddenly... sobered"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 5, 2013 20:12:58 GMT -5
Else raised her dark eyes to his; her dark pools full of self-loathing and regret. Yet despite that, she seized his stubbled chin and planted her lips against his one last time; the FINAL time. She desperately explored his mouth, opening to him, accepting.... and then she pulled away as fiercely as she had come against him.
She was aroused and wanting... she knew it was natural... but that it was also wrong. A sin against her marriage. And it wasn't ENTIRELY the fruit's fault. Her eyes were downcast, not able to meet his after that kiss.
"I don't hold you responsible... it was unfortunate that I allowed it to happen... but my curiosity dies in this little shelter." That's all she could handle saying. She got up and headed out the opening.
Once she was in the judging sunlight, she set about making herself decent before Hook came out. She couldn't get the corset laced up all the way by herself, but she would rather wait to get it fixed by Celeste. She blinked back tears. Else didn't love Hook... but she hated that another man could excite her so. If there were a way to purge herself of the affliction she would.... but she was human. But she could no more use Hook to satisfy her wants then she could be disloyal to her husband... no matter what Hans did.
Hook was finally emerging from the inclosure. "I think I saw some recognizable nuts and berries... perhaps we should stick to them." Else said, not meeting his eyes. "And then we should get back to Celeste... get these gauntlets off as soon as possible."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 5, 2013 20:20:14 GMT -5
Was that... guilt he was feeling?
The way she couldn't even look at him... it was actually painful to him. He walked over to her, and touched her shoulder gently," Love... let me get that, please..."
It wasn't an advance, or even remotely lewd. He honestly just wanted to help... even if he still wanted her, just a bit.... the regret in her eyes killed the mood. He started working the laces against, cinching them back up," I'm sorry..." he said softly," I... I know your loyal to your husband and I believe you will honour that... I should have been stronger in your one moment of weakness"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 6, 2013 8:04:17 GMT -5
Her eyes were downcast as he laced her back up. "To be fair... there were a few more then 'one'." She huffed, turning back to him, ghost of a smirk on her face. "This island has brought out a side of me that I have been long suppressing... that a younger, more hopeful version of myself would have loved to explore." She finally raised her gaze to his. "And my husband... his actions... his dimwitted actions of poisoning me, and the resulting miscarriage from it... should only support a decision to act out against him. But as I said before... my loyalty as a wife is all I have."
She knew little of this would make sense to him. He was a very eye for an eye sort of man... but she wanted him to know that it wasn't his fault... it was just... circumstance... and circumstance ruled Else. It always had.
Else cleared her throat, looking away. "I'll get those berries..."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 6, 2013 10:59:00 GMT -5
Before she could leave Hook pulled her against his chest again, embracing her gently and placing an innocent kiss on her forehead. He let her go a moment later, he wanted to tell her something that would ease the guilt but no words came to mind.
"I'll wait here," he told her," take all the time you need"
That was the one gift of this world, they had time. It was all he could offer her for the for now.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 7, 2013 13:35:38 GMT -5
She nodded, smiling weakly. Else made her way off to forage. She took a large leaf and collected a wide variety nuts and berries for the both of them, enough to sate them until they could get back to camp. Judging sky, it didn't even seem to be noon yet, more like mid morning. Hopefully Celeste's sleeping dram was still working. Otherwise the witch might move on WITHOUT the two.
She made her way back to the him. He was leaning against a boulder, taking a swig from his flask. She set the rather large leaf on top of the rock. Else took a small handful for herself and then sauntered a bit away, dark eyes on the long journey before them. "I'm hoping for a straight shot back to camp... the quickest route... but the way everything has been going..." She pointed a little ways off from the route. "But perhaps sticking closer to the river's path would be safer. The water can mask the noise of our movement from predators we are sure to come across a little better then trampling over twigs and leaves."
She took a moment to pop some berries in her mouth. "It's a longer route... you're call. I am bowless, but you have your hook." Else didn't want to be making the decisions for the rest of their trip... hers had led them on a very emotional, frustrating, twisty course thus far.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 7, 2013 15:08:47 GMT -5
Hook took a handful of berries and thought about it, he wanted to get back to camp more than anything..... but he knew if something as big- if not bigger- came after them he couldn't defend with only his Hook and sword.
"I think the River would be a good idea... We can still make decent time and if something got in our way taking the other route it wouldn't matter that the distance was shorter, it'd be a longer endeavor than the river"
He took a breath, not really wanting to move just yet, then slid down to the grass,"Can I ask you something Love?"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 7, 2013 17:49:02 GMT -5
She swallowed some berries and then took the flash that he had left open on the boulder for her. She took a sip.
"Of course, Captain Jones." She didn't feel she had much left to hide. Hell, the man had seen her almost completely NAKED already...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 7, 2013 19:09:27 GMT -5
"You're husband poisoned you?" He raised an eyebrow," I mean, you make it sound like an accident..." He knew she wouldn't want to talk about it- and it really wasn't any of his business, but it seemed to keep coming up. Sooner or later he wondered if it might not catch up to him, should he unknowingly say or do the wrong thing," what happened?"
Aside from what the tiny bits of what he'd heard from Else, the man she married was slow, large and probably a poor lover. It made him wonder why she felt it was her duty as a 'wife' to stay loyal to him, when clearly she was a better wife to him than a husband to her... though what information he had on him was little.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 7, 2013 20:24:56 GMT -5
She looked down at the flask in her hands, wishing that there really was rum in there instead of water.
"You have to understand... I didn't chose him; Hans." She explained, sighing. "I found myself in a bit of a fix that I COULDN'T get myself out of... my family and our land was at stake... and Rumpelstiltskin exploited that." She put the flask down. "I was bartered of to the Simple King...to save the kingdom from ruin, or so I thought that was the reason."
Her brown eyes looked off in the distance. "Love... grew. He had the mind of a child and no finesse, but... when you are forced into a situation with another, enduring countless adventures and...moments... together... love can develop. That probably sounds strange... but it happened."
"Pressure for an heir was thrust upon us... I had not yet... submitted completely." It was humiliating admitting this. "I... wanted it to be my choice... I almost felt... it would be like taking advantage of someone with such a simple mind... instead of passion." She sighed again. "Queen Regina, the woman I mentioned to you in the cave, she made a little 'social call'; I kept my distance, but my husband fell into her trap. She gave him a dram, guaranteed to give us a night of passion. It did so... and after that, a blissful time when I discovered I was with child." She almost felt a fondness thinking about that brief time of her life... but it made tears want to fall... because of what immediately followed that time...
"I never understood why she would want to help strengthen our marriage... until it became very obvious when... when Westley..."
"He came for the child, Rumpelstiltskin did..." She skipped to the next part, unable to dwell on the grief. "He had manipulated my debt to him, my marriage to Hans, and for our love to grow... just to result in a child... but he knew what the Queen had done, knew that I would never be able to bear a child, not a living one..."
"I never found out what he wanted our child for... but he would have been the key to some bitter war between the evil Queen Regina and the Imp. Rumpelstiltskin abandoned me to pick up the pieces, that demon." She cursed that dark imp. "But Hans... he begged for our child's life back...on his knees... but you can't bring back the dead."
That was enough. She had gone above and beyond what the captain had inquired about, but it had flooded out. Years of carrying this alone; a husband too simple to understand, her sisters no where to be found, and advisers more concerned with changing the peasant girl within into something else rather then helping her cope. She buried her face in her hands.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 7, 2013 20:51:15 GMT -5
Hook stood and went over to her wrapping his arms around her,"Shhh... it's alright..."
He had no idea, when she had mentioned being used as a pawn he never really knew to what extent, but hearing her tale- he was surprised she didn't try to strangle him then and there. But this story only fueled his hate for The Crocodile, and whoever this Regina woman was.... well, he didn't care for her either... though if she and the Imp were enemies.... she might eventually be an ally.
He rubbed her back and let her sob into his shoulder for a moment, then lifted her chin and wiped the tears away," You couldn't have known.... you did the best with what circumstance gave you, which is better than many can say"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 7, 2013 21:17:32 GMT -5
"Just... talk about something...." She pleaded, letting him wipe some of her tears away. "... about you... an adventure... Milah... SOMETHING, please..." Else wouldn't be able to keep herself together dwelling on her grief. She had to hear something else; apply her mind to focusing on the details of someone else's words...
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