Leatning To Sail

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"If you say so." I mumbled before another pirate ran up to us and Hook turned.

His body heat disappearing from me and I was left cold.

"Captain! There is a news! May I tell you?" Smee squealed.

"Yes, Smee." Hook huffed.

"The princess of London is missing! Everyone guessed us or the evil queen." Smee gasped for air.

"Smee, stop worrying. We didn't do anything and we aren't wherever the princess is."

"Yes sir, we need to get going." Smee breathlessly said.

"Hook I still don't know how to sail? Can you?" I asked.

"No, we will have Smee order someone to sail. We need to speak." Hook said, my heart dropped did he suspect it was indeed me who was the princess?

"Ok." I croaked following Hook down the stairs to the bottom deck.

I felt a strong and confident hand grip my arm.

"Alice what are we gonna do? I mean what if it isn't the queen, they'll expect us to be keeping her?" Hook sternly said while the boat creaked as it set sail.

"The British law is based on equality... Somewhat. I know for a fact that without the proper evident they can't arrest you." I said but Hook expression just became even more worrisome.

"That means that if she does come on the ship no one could hear us..." Hook was starting to rant and I just stood on the tip of my toes and crashed my lips onto Hooks.

Hook smiled and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and it landed on my cheek.

"If you want me we need to be friends first." I said and Hook right eyebrow raised.

"Really friends with benefits?" Hook questioned.

"Don't ruin this." I said.

"You look oddly a lot like princess Alice..."

"Shut up! Come on stop worrying about some woman. Just look at me and forget about her." I answered and Hook looked at me strangely.

"So we can do what?" He mischievously said an over confident smirk painted on his face.

"Normal things girls and guys do in a room." I said while pulling him closer to me by his shirt. His hands wondered around me a while as I gently licked his under jaw.

I pulled away and sat down on the bed, when I looked up at Hook he was practically panting. Curiously I looked down and noticed the shirt "I" chose to wear, it showed a lot of cleavage and it "accidentally" had opened up. Showing my bra.

"Opps." i mumbled pulling up my shirt.

"Its ok don't feel uncomfortable around me." Hook spoke as he sat beside me and picked up my hands.

"Your just saying that because your hoping i will start to get changed in front of you." i teased.

"Of course I do." He smiled with the words.

*yawning* "Im tired." I announced softly lying my head down.

"Don't you have pj's?" Hook asked.

"No," I answered my cheeks feeling like i just stuck my face in the flames of a fire for fifteen minutes.

"Stop blushing, you can borrow some of mine." Hook said laughing.

"Do you so happen to have some eye liner i could borrow?" I teased.

"Haha." Hook sarcastically laughed.

"Come on lets go to sleep im tired." I complained.

"Ok hold on let me go get a shirt for you to wear." Hook said disappearing into a dark room.

I saw a silver hook peak out the door and watched it until its owner revealed himself. When Hook came out with pants, a fitting shirt, for him its fitting, and a really long shirt.

"Thank you cap." I said smiling.

"Come on, call me something sweet and personal, love."

"Like... Rebel."

"No. Here just get dressed." Hook said throwing me the long, black, button up shirt.

I carefully took off my (Hook's old) coat, and laid it softly on the bed, i turned around to see Hook smiling to himself. I smiled and took off my boots and socks revealing my feet. I had my pants and shirt left to take off, so i unbuttoned my pants and slipped the very tight leather pants off. I then pulled my shirt off and looked at Hook as he stared with hunger.

He looked at my black lace bra and then my black lace underwear, i think the only reason i wasn't feeling self-cautious was the fact that I have so much control over this pirate who likes to be leader of everything. I stood there for a while and then turned to the shirt as I put it on it fell and softly tickled my legs.

The shirt was soft and smelt like Hook. i picked up the now my jacket and put it on a table by the door. "Fancying my jacket, eh love?" Hook said and i turned to watched him as he started getting undressed.

"Well ya and?" I said.

"Nothing its just cute." Hook said.

His body was intriguing and I found myself wishing to know what it felt like to feel his hot sweaty skin pressed against mine. His hands wondering my bare skin, my body uncontrollably reacting in ways that made him crave more. I wanted him to be a drug to me and I to him. The minute he began taking his pants off my mind had locked on that frame. Watching as he carefully and slowly took his pants off.

"Enjoying yourself?" Hook asked laughing as he pulled up his pj pants.

"I was just thinking." I said a little too fast.

I just walked over to the bed pulled up the covers and laid down. I let the blanket shape to my body until i felt another body cuddle up to my back, I felt strong arms lift and then wrap protectively around me. I felt secure and joyful, my mind focused on Hooks breath pace rather than my fast beating heart.

"Are you ok?" Hook asked sounding worried.

"Ya why? " I asked.

"Because every second your heart beat gets faster and faster." Hook answered.

I turned so i was facing Hooks face and just crashed my lips onto his. He started to open his mouth and before i knew it we knew what the other was gonna do next. I let him in my mouth this time, but when he tried to pull away i softly bit his lip and tugged. Hooks hand slipped behind my head pulling us closer and we kissed for what seemed for like hours. What i think was hours later i pulled away and laid my head on Hooks chest, listening to his heart beat fast and fell asleep.

Hey guys and girls its me, obviously, i just wanna say first of all i have an instagram and im gonna post some pictures for this book soon. Second i wanna know do you want a twitter two? what did you think? Comment and bye. :)

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