Alice stood completely still, eyes widened as she felt his hand around her neck, but…it didn’t seem as though he had any intentions of hurting her. Still, small waves of chills jolted through her body, causing her to shake. His blatant disregard for her husband was…curious. And a bit disheartening.
“He was…gone-or I was…I’m not actually certain.” As if he cared for her explanations. Still, he was right. She had said it had been quite some time, and she feared the time would only grow further apart - as they were doing in their marriage. Jefferson wasn’t the same person he used to be, and part of that was her fault…
Could it really hurt to stray if they were so distant? Only a small ring binding them? Her eyes moved away from him and to her left hand. There it sat, gleaming just as brightly as the first day he had given it to her. If she removed it, what would become of her? She never knew life without a husband - even if they had been separated.
It was unlike the captain to simply hurt people for the sake of hurting them.
He wasn’t evil after all.
That being said he wasn’t a saint either. He had no issue hurting people, screwing them over– killing them even ..but only when it served his purpose.
He raised his brows, unable to make sense of the woman’s words. But even before her attention was stolen by the ring on her finger, he could tell that her thoughts were no longer with him.
How disappointing.
A sigh stole from his lips as he released her, stepping back to bend down and retrieve her bra where it had fallen by their feet. He held it out to her- the strap looped over the hook as his fist rested on his hip.
Alice exhaled slowly - a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. No, she didn’t know much about this man - only what Scarlett and her crew had said - but that was the least of her concerns now. And if he knew more about her - about Jefferson. Her eyes never wavered from his, but something in her brain had clicked, and uncertainty was evident.
A small hand reached down to his, stopping him from going any further. She was a curious girl, and she was curious about every part of him, but curiosity was no excuse for what she was about to do with him. Quietly, she stumbled over her words, “I-I…have a…a husband.”
He shifted his eyes to their hands, a bit of confusion washing over him as they stood in silence for a moment as he looked back to her, waiting for some sort of explanation.
[“I-I…have a…a husband.”]
This woman clearly knew nothing about foreplay. His hand left her bottoms and moved to her neck, cupping it gently- “You didn’t seem too concerned about that a moment ago, dear.” he spoke softly, moving his fingers to comb through her hair, “and wherever he may be- he isn’t here. You did say it had been some time since you’ve done this- did you not?”
Alice watched him closely, blue eyes suddenly shifting to the floor as his bare chest came into view. A red hue crept across her cheeks, but she had no time to be embarrassed. Her eyes traveled up in enough time see the smirk he was sporting. Normally, she would have something incredibly spiteful to say. Not this time. No, this time, she was at a loss for words. Completely speechless.
The longer she stood there, the more her body temperature rose. Hot to the touch, no doubt, and nothing she could do about it - anticipation an absolutely awful feeling.
So there they were- practically two strangers- half naked and intertwined. Their bodies were more familiar with one another than they were with each other. Kilian knew little about her aside from her name… which was hardly a necessity when it came to this sort of activity.
With his bare torso pressed against hers, he could feel the nervous heat radiating off of her- she didn’t do this often did she? The heat his own body produced was no product of nerves, no he was quite confident. The grin didn’t fade from his lips as his hook gently settled beneath her chin, lifting up her head to meet his gaze as his hand worked to undo the fastening of her pants.
Fingers tangled in his dark hair, his kiss still lingering on her lips. Something within her was growing - a hunger she had almost forgotten she was capable of feeling. Goosebumps rose across every inch of her skin as she breathed in his scent - one that she suddenly found invigorating instead of disgusting.
Her lips parted, a small, quiet whimper passed through, accompanied by his name.
His flat hand traveled down her back as he continued to ravish her neck. Well aware of the familiar tension that was building in his trousers.
He stepped back separating himself from her only long enough to remove his shirt. His eyes trailed over her, appreciating her womanly figure before re-closing the distance he had put between them, holding her hip as he pulled her to him. Smirking he couldn’t help but think..
She practically melted into him. Her body now pressed completely against his, the bra long having since fell at her feet. This-this was different. The voice of reason had been silenced, but she still knew it was wrong, and, at this point, she had lost any sense of caring.
Both hands now held onto his jacket - borderline clinging to him, afraid that her knees would give out, and that she would fall.
He took her hands one at a time, prying them from his jacket wrapping them around his neck before shrugging the leather garment from his shoulders, allowing it to pile around his feet. He pulled her flush against him, increasing the pressure of his lips on hers for a few moment before abandoning them.
He left a trail of bites and soft kisses down her neck before settling just above her shoulder.
Her eyes fluttered open, the grip she had on him loosening with every slow breath she took. Still, she was entranced by him. Even that little voice in the back of her head had fallen silent.
Maybe he would willingly hand over his hook and they could just pretend none of this had happened - that she took it from him and that spiteful little woman had returned. Have their cake and eat it too, or something along those lines.
All she could do to answer his question was nod, even if she was lying.
As soon as she responded, her bra was unhooked. However, he made no effort to remove it- no that would be her move. Instead he leaned his head down and claimed her lips with his, trailing his fingers up the soft skin of her back as he did.
Making women speechless only stroked his already massively large ego.
Alice visibly shuddered - there would be no hiding it now. She was trapped, that was clear, and the more she allowed this continue, the more she seemed to completely forget about her mission.
Her eyes closed - a defense mechanism to block out all things around her, but the only thing on her mind was the man whose lips were pressed against her skin. A hand shakily rose, her last effort to stop him. Instead of pushing him away like she had intended, fingers tightly grasped the front of his jacket.
He pulled back to look at her, blue eyes tracing her features.
“Are you alright, Alice?” he began, “Shall I continue?”
There was an air of cockiness to his statement- as if he already knew the answer. Well, he thought he did. He anticipated nothing more than a yes from her as he pulled gently at the band of her bra. But he did nothing further than that. He simply raised his eyebrows in expectation.
A gasp quietly passed through her pale lips as his unsuspecting arm wrapped around her tiny frame. There was a moment when she thought her heart would surely beat out of her chest, but she froze; everything froze when his warm breath hit her ear.
She needed to focus, obtain the object, return it to her captain, but…perhaps, this time, she wasn’t strong enough. She swallowed hard before she finally managed to speak, “I’d…I’d appreciate that.”
He was pleased with her reaction- though it was not at all unexpected. This wasn’t the first time he was in this sort of position and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“Of course.” He uttered softly, before moving his lips to press softly against her jaw. His hook-appendage trailing over her shoulder to rest beneath the band of her bra, right beneath the clasp.
Alice’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath she took. Being so close to him…this feeling; it wasn’t a part of her plan.
Blue eyes were locked onto his, unable to look away, unable to move. Scarlett was right to worry after all. “I…I’m afraid I don’t know where to go from here…”
A low chuckle sounded from his throat as he slipped his arm around her, ghosting the fingers of his along the small of her back.
He was rather familiar with this type of game. “Not to worry, love.” he assured her, sliding the cool metal of his hook under the strap of her bra as he lowered his head to speak into her ear. “We can go slow, then.”
A hand reached up, gently placing itself against his chest.
“You should consider yourself lucky, Killian. It’s been quite some time since I’ve done this.”
"Has it now, dear?” His voice was husky now as he ran a hand up her arm before lifting her hand and placing a kiss to her palm.“Well, I’ll have you know, you won’t be disappointed.”
“Any poor man you may need compare me to after wards may be a different story.”
