Scarlett And Hook's first encounter

Parte 1 Scarlett And Hook's first encounter

One afternoon in neverland, from a distance upon the shores near pixie hollow an authoritative figure appeared in a row boat, who was rowing her way to the island of fairies. Her name was Scarlett DarkHarbor ,the Deadly. One of many great pirate captain's within the neverland pirate clans. The boat washed towards shore, while she sprinkled pixie dust upon all the luggage she had managed to save after the tragedy she had with her ship and crew. She was utterly exhausted and yet still emotional thinking about it. Her luggage floated about while following within her foot steps, asking some fairies where the best lounge/ cafe could be, while pointing her in the right direction. Captain Hook sat with his mug of hot spiced cider (spiked with rum from his flask) clutched between his cold right hand. He had come so close to death in the last twenty four hours, he could still feel its icy breath upon his neck, could still hear that infernal ticking... "Oh, Smee, I just can't seem to relax! This drink isn't helping, the soothing atmosphere is lost on me! I...I simply cannot shake it! The feeling of being swallowed by that beast! And after that brat humiliated me, no less! Oh, misery! Oh, woe!" Smee patted him on the back in an attempt to console the poor captain.

"There, there, Cap'n! I knows ye been through a lot, but it's all right now; ye showed that bloody croc who's boss, an' now yer here! Sittin' at a nice comfy table, alive to tell the tale of how the daring Captain Hook triumphed over that evil reptile!" Smee raised his own mug in a toast to his companion, but Hook could only half-heartedly join in the toast. His heart was not in it. He was good and traumatized.

He was just taking a good long pull from his drink when he spied over the rim of his mug a most becoming figure in the doorway of the café. He blinked, wondering if this vision of loveliness was truly before his eyes, or some hallucination. He didn't rule out the latter option, not with the ordeal which had just transpired. "Swoggle me eyes! Smee! Who is that gorgeous creature? I don't believe I've seen her, before! Go and make inquiries, won't you?" he asked, not waiting for a response before shoving Smee off his chair and in the direction of the dashing darkhaired damsel. Scarlett had all her luggage in one spot where a near by table was. She was standing in a short line, awaiting to have her order being taken. She was average height for a female pirate and quite distinct features, kind of intimidating but with such beauty. She was the kind of pirate one wouldn't mess around with while giving orders or to argue with. Her makeup was done to perfection, while her long black curls dangled to the bottom of her rear, she was wearing the villainous colors, black, purple that matched her vibrant eyes, red and gold. Her figure was gallant of the shape of an hour glass, naturally big breasted, curvy waist/ hips, a round rear, and medium sized thighs. She had noticed a short round man wearing sailor stripes with white hair and glasses of whom was trying to get her attention in the line, he bowed his head to her while she was waiting to order a pumpkin spiced latte. Smee started talking to her as she nodded in agreement. Hook's first mate, Smee also had ordered two specialty coffee's for he and his captain as well as adding two heated up Danish pasteries. Once Scarlett got her coffee, she was too tired to move her luggage over to the next table where Hook was at, so she just left it there. A couple of the fairies helped Smee out with carrying the orders for him at the table. The female captain had walked over to the table to join them both, her hips swaying naturally as she walked towards the table setting down her hot drink. Hook was both pleased and surprised when the female pirate sashayed over to his table, the wide belt with a skull buckle emphasizing the movement of her wide hips. He was suddenly hyperaware of his unkempt appearance; his hair was toussled, his eyes were bloodshot (the dark circles around them, twice as dark as usual), and he had two days' stubble upon his jaw. He did his best to act casual and to be charming, in an attempt to compensate for looking less than his best. "Greetings, most enchanting lady. I am James Bartholomew Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger," he introduced himself, standing to doff his hat to her in a formal bow. "May I ask whose acquaintance I have the pleasure of making?" he asked, pulling out the chair beside him for her. Her eyes widened. "The Captain James Hook,once known as Black Stache? I've heard of ye. Yer the main Captain of neverland besides the rest of the clans.... Why I.. I be most honored. Captain Scarlett DarkHarbor, the deadly is my name and title... Well now Iam an ex captain." She thanked him as he scooted her chair in. Now taking off her captains coat off while setting it behind her. She was wearing a two toned pale and purple puff sleeved blouse that had the corset effect in the front showing her ample cleavage. Her under bust corset was black, purple and gold, with strapping and buckles, as for the bottom half she wore black leather leggings with thigh high boots, in which had the corset look on the side with red ribbon. Scarlett had taken a sip from her latte. "Are ye still dealin with that red hair flying brat? He seems to be pestering a lot of the Pirates here." Scarlett set her coffee down, while Smee had sat down. She studied Hooks face in awe, while he wasn't looking, now blushing madly. Hook grinned when she mentioned his infamy, never one to resist a bit of recognition. He was a very vain man, after all, and to hear that this absolutely gorgeous woman knew of him, and was honored by his presence, inflated his recently depleted ego. "That is correct, me dear. At your service," he told her, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips in a respectful gesture. When she mentioned that she was no longer a captain, he frowned, and had been about to ask the reason for that, when she tugged off her elaborate coat, revealing still more of her voluptuous figure, and causing the query to die on his lips, which seemed suddenly so dry. Why was it so hot in here...? He took a drink of his cider but choked on it, and he turned away as he coughed and sputtered. When he had finally recovered, red-faced, eyes watering, he turned back towards Scarlett, tugging at his cravat. "Forgive me, it, er...went down the wrong way," he explained lamely, tittering nervously. She seemed unperturbed, and continued right on with their conversation. No sooner had Smee sat back down across from Hook, than the female pirate brought up his arch nemesis. Hook's disposition turned murky, his green eyes flashing dangerously, and he had to fight the urge to smash his hook into the table at the mention of Pan. Instead, he ground his teeth together, his mouth twisting in disgust as he silently gathered himself enough to be able to speak without shouting. Smee noticed his captain's struggle, and began explaining Hook's most recent misfortune at the hands of that damnable boy, while Hook concentrated on drinking from his mug without choking again. He was grateful for Smee's assistance, though he hoped the little man wouldn't say anything too embarrassing. The whole ordeal had been quite emasculating, really, and when Smee got to the part where Pan had disarmed him, called him a codfish and made him beg for his life, Hook cleared his throat loudly and clapped a large hand over the other man's mouth. "Hahaha, that's quite enough storytelling for now, Smee! Quite the talent for embellishment, this one!" he fibbed, chuckling awkwardly while glaring at Smee, daring him to say otherwise. "Suffice it to say, I have suffered greatly at the hands of that flying pipsqueak. Perhaps I shall tell you more, later. Speaking of storytelling, how is it that you find yourself only formerly a captain, me dear?" he asked, giving Scarlett a sympathetic I'm all ears' look. She looked into his intimidating green eyes as the corner of her lips went downward. "Iam terribly sorry that pan did that to you... He's known to cut off the hands of his enemies. You poor man." Scarlett put her hand over his cast iron hook lovingly. "Well on me own part, I was one of the Captains of all pirate clans here. Me crew and I were sailing through Ship Wreck Bay. When I was looking through my scope and spotted a tentacle on the side of me ship. I started shouting orders immediately because of possible danger. Found out we were dealing with a large kraken.." While explaining this, she had tears in her eyes. " I....I.... Tried doing everything... I could to save me crew and me ship. My ship was split and sank.... Some of me crew members had burned to death from the fire while others drowned. I saved what I could within the chaos.... Managing to survive myself. I was the only survivor and was in complete and utter shock... Iam just glad the dingy wasn't destroyed...." She felt a lump in her throat and struggled not to break down at the table However, she was a strong woman. "I....lost... Everything...." Clutching onto his hook. Hook felt his own eyes prickling with tears at the sight of such an emotional beautiful woman. "How dreadful!" he exclaimed, his good hand flying to his cravat. "Smee! We must do all we can to help this poor woman! To have been through so much, and escaped with only her life...!" Smee dabbed at his watering eyes with the corner of his striped shirt, nodding vigorously. "How very brave you are, me dear. How fortunate for me that you survived..." he said softly, turning his attention back to Scarlett, and tenderly covering her hand upon his hook with his own hand. "I know all too well what it is like, experiencing events from which one never fully recovers..." He reached into his coat and pulled out a white lace handkerchief, which he offered to the distraught female pirate. "How would you like a position of authority upon me ship? We would be more than happy to have you join us," he said with a charming grin. Hook had been alone for so long, could this woman finally be the key to the end of so many years of loneliness? She had thanked him taking the hankerchif, dabbing the underneath of her eyes, hoping her eyeliner wasn't running. "Ye...ye... Want me to join yer crew....Iam much... Obliged. Yes...yes I would be honored. At this rate she was utterly excited, that she bounced a bit in her seat which accidentally made her bosoms do the same. Looking down she put her hand on them. "Oh my please forgive me, got a wee bit excited there." The blush on her cheeks were now as red as her name. "So, erm.... I be not just a pirate... But one with many talents, Iam also an artist, writer/ poet... And.." She bit her lip, quite embarrassed that she couldn't look into his eyes. "I'm.. Also a belly dancer." Scarlett's heart rate leaped not knowing of what his expression or his reaction towards her talents. Hook truly felt for the poor lass, to have lost so much in so short a time. He felt a certain kinship with her, and was genuinely eager to offer a helping hand. He didn't even mind when some of her eyeliner came off on his hankie. He smiled graciously as she thanked him for asking her to join the Jolly Roger's infamous crew...but then, in her excitement, she bounced in her seat, and his eyes were drawn once more to her large and inviting chest. He blushed, clearing his throat before saying, "My pleasure, me dear. Happy to be of assistance." Chuckling nervously, he reached for his danish and stuffed a large bite of pastry into his mouth. Hook had seen some beautiful women in his time, but all paled in comparison to Scarlett. He wondered how long it would take him to get used to it, and if he could get away with being around her for that long without his body betraying him. She began to tell them of her abilities outside of pirating, some of which Hook had in common with her. "Indeed? I adore literature, and am not a bad wordsmith, meself," he informed her, trying to appear humble but still confident. When she told him of her belly dancing talent however, his black bushy eyebrows shot up, almost disappearing under his hat. He noticed how red in the face she had become, and found it most attractive. "You don't say," he said slowly, waggling his eyebrows lasciviously, his green eyes sparkling as though someone had just mentioned treasure. "I am very interested in the dance customs of various cultures, all over the world. I find them...most interesting." His grin was wide and somewhat sinister. This was too good to be true! "I would be most honoured if you would give me a demonstration, later on deck..." For the rest of the day, Scarlett and James hook talked. About everything the conversation had led to her realizing how much they both have in common, and how much she laughs while being around he and his bosun. Scarlett's stomach began to growl loudly as she only had enough dabloons to get a coffee, she bit her bottom lip quite embarrassed that she was starting to get hungry, while the captain was stuffing his face. "Erm... I don't mean to... Ask.. But could I snag a piece of your Danish? Smee? Or Hook?" Looking at ether one of them. Thinking about what hook had mentioned of her later tonight on deck for a belly dancing demonstration, made her rather nervous. "Ye want me to dance for you?" She bit her bottom lip nervously. "Would this also be with your crew? I mean if they have the means of having the correct instruments? Assuming they do. If the music takes my body away, I should be less shy in front of you." She said smiling while looking down at her coffee. Inspite of Scarlett's effect on Hook, when she asked if he would share his danish with her, he clutched the remainder of the pastry protectively, eyes wide in terror. He didn't want to share, and felt instantly ashamed of himself for it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted with irtitation that Smee was pushing his small plate with his danish on it towards the woman. Well, THIS would not do! "Nonsense! Here you are, me dear. Please go and order whatever ye fancy," he offered kindly, reaching into his leather coin purse and taking out a small handful of gold coins. "And, to answer your question, the crew is quite a musical lot, often to my chargin. There are times when a man just doesn't wish to be bothered by boisterous tunes..." He wondered what Scarlett would think if she knew of how he'd shot that unfortunate fellow at the climax of his song. Shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head to dismiss the thought, he continued explaining. "They have instruments enough to provide you with sufficient accompaniment, I believe. I think you will find it to your liking." He thought it quite endearing that she should feel shy in front of him. That implied a certain level of mutual attraction, and that was a promising spark which the notorious pirate captain hoped to fan into a roaring flame, in time. Adjusting herself while Hook handed her the coins, she thanked him with much graditude. Walking towards the cashier once again, she ordered a warm sweet cheese danish, noticing that the captain and Smee were talking amongst themselves. She was terribly hungry and had almost burnt her fingers and tongue while trying to take a bite as she walked back to the table. Seeing that they both were engaged with their conversation, she set her hot Danish near the captain's to cool down. She felt more confident and a little bit more dominant. Wanting to help the famous captain relax a bit more, Scarlett walked right behind him, gently moving his long ebony hair to the side. It reminded her of the waves and curls of lava as it cooled. Her heart rate increased just from touching his hair, which was a bit thicker than hers. With both thumbs she began to rub, massaging each side of the back of his neck and shoulders, using different techniques with her palms and fingers. Every once in awhile, using one hand, she would reach over and take a bite of her danish. Hook's aroma was unique to her sense of smell, the combination of the fresh sea mixed with a cologne that she couldn't resist. She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent as she massaged him. As the lovely lady pirate went to acquire something to nibble upon, Hook leaned over and spoke in conspiratorial tones to Smee. "Isn't she perfect, Smee?! I can scarcely believe my luck! That such a woman should practically fall into my lap! Oh, she's the one, Smee, I'm certain of it..." Smee was nodding enthusiastically, happy his captain was in such good spirits. "Just look at her... The way her hips move when she walks, the way her hair flows down her back like a black waterfall. I could go on, but she's coming back," he said with a little giggle. He felt giddy as a schoolboy. In fact, he could not remember feeling so giddy, even when he WAS a schoolboy. Instead of sitting back down, Scarlett surprised him by coming up behind him, and moving his hair to the side. He let out a small gasp and a thrill ran down his spine at the feeling of his hair being touched. When she began to rub his stiff neck and shoulders, he nearly moaned. They were so sore after his ordeal with the crocodile and Pan, and it had been so long since he'd been touched by a woman. Though he wasn't expecting such forward behavior, it was not at all unwelcome, and Hook's eyes soon drifted shut, his limbs going slack as she kneaded his sore muscles with expert hands. "Yet another talent you possess, it would seem," he remarked, slurring his words slightly out of pleasure. Smee was the only person to regularly give him massages, and Hook always felt rather beat up after such a session. This was much more to his liking. He could certainly get used to Scarlett's method. "One moment, while I remove my coat," he said, slipping out of the heavy red and gold coat. It had gotten rather too warm for him, and impeded her progress, besides. "Mmmm, that's better..." he groaned, tilting his head to one side as she worked on an especially difficult knot in his right shoulderblade. He supposed she was repaying him for buying her the danish, not that he required recompense of any kind. Still, he thought it good form of her to do so. After a few more moments, he stopped her with a gentle pat on the hand, saying, "Thank you, me dear. I believe that will do, nicely. Any more and I'll be nothing more than a man-shaped puddle at your feet." She let out a hearty chuckle. "HAHAHAHA did ye say a man puddle, near me feet? Well, I be glad to be of help to ye, Captain. I have to admit, I couldn't resist helping you. Especially with a massage. Ye see... I tend to be that person to help others first, then meself.... Like me crew, for example. But as of late, I realized I've been helping myself... also knowing others have my back as well." She looked to them. "I cannot thank ye both enough." Right at that moment when Hook was still in his seat, she bent over and pecked him on the cheek. "We are finished here, I take it? It be moonlit outside, I see. Yer crew might be wondering where ye both be, aye? Come now... Ah and don't worry about all me luggage. I have pixie dust for that," she added with a happy smile, grabbing her coat. Hook loved to hear her laugh. He hadn't heard such a rich, delightful sound in a very long time. Everything about Scarlett was like a breath of fresh air to him. He had to stop himself from gulping it in as would a suffocating man. "You are truly a gem, me dear, and quite a valuable one, at that. How fortuitous that you and I should cross paths, for there is nothing that I prize more in this life, than treasure..." he said, grinning as he twisted the end of his mustache between thumb and forefinger. When she mentioned it being night time, he glanced out the window and was surprised to find she was right. "So it is, me dear. I had not even realized so much time had passed! Mr Smee, help the lady with her things." Smee hopped up and was in the process of obeying the captain's order, when Scarlett stopped him, explaining it wasn't necessary. She opened a small pouch hanging from her belt, sprinkled the glittery substance over her luggage and it rose up about a foot into the air. Hook was impressed, thinking of the various possibilities. "Marvelous," he breathed. "I am quite sure your pixie dust shall come in handy, in the future." He gestured for Smee to help him back on with his coat and the trio departed the little cafe. "Tis this way to the Jolly Roger, me ship and your new home, Miss Scarlett." It wasn't long before they reached the harbor where the elegant galleon was docked. He was sure Scarlett would be impressed by the size and opulence of his beloved ship, and was eager to show her around. He had yet to decide where to house her, though he knew he wanted it to be close to him and very private, so as not to tempt his crew members. They usually were relatively well-behaved, due to their respect of Hook and their fear of him. They all knew he had no compunction about shooting any one of them dead for the slightest infraction. He would be particularly unforgiving if any of them dared lay a finger on her. "There she is, me pride and joy," he announced proudly with a sweeping gesture in the direction of the ship which loomed before them. "Ladies first, me dear," he said, stepping aside to allow Scarlett access to the gangplank. "Ye really think so? Me being a gem... In your eyes?" Scarlett stopped and looked at him, she couldn't help but smile while a part of her felt emotional. "I thank you James, that means everything to me and you... You are devilishly handsome, and yet very intimidating to me. I'm not like every other woman who needs a Prince Charming. I like my men rather dark and eerie. Others who have called ye old, ugly, and unwanted can shove off." She mentioned, boarding the Jolly Roger. Once aboard, the crew stopped what they were doing, rather in awe and shock with the female buccaneer on board. Smee had graciously moved all her luggage into the captains quarters in an orderly fashion. Scarlett had introduced herself to his crew, while the men gathered round to hear her tale of what happened to her crew. Each of them took off their hats in respect, placing them over their hearts. What Hook's crew just gestured, made her have tears in her eyes, openly welcoming her aboard as there first Vice Captain. Scarlett had commented on his galleon, mentioning how ship shape and beautiful it was. She wanted to explore it later, for she wanted just to relax and have company tonight. "Mr. Smee or Captain can one of ye draw me a bath? If it's not to much to ask?" She said, walking down the steps with them both to the Captain's quaters. Hook looked Scarlett straight in the eyes and said solemnly, "I never say anything I do not mean, dear lady." She gave him the most beautiful smile and thanked him using his first name. He enjoyed the sound of it from her lips, and loved her attitude. Watching her walk up the gangplank onto his ship, he couldn't help but notice the sway of her wide hips and the curve of her ample backside, and a smirk quirked up the corner of his mouth. He was so captivated by her, he almost forgot to follow. Shaking his head abruptly to clear it, he rushed after her and Smee, needing to supervise his crew meeting their new member. He didn't need to say a word, only cast his cold and uncompromising gaze over the men, and they understood to be on their best behavior. He stood beside her all the while she imparted the sad tale of how she came to be there, amongst them. When he noticed tears springing to her eyes, he handed her his handkerchief, once again, smiling as she thanked him and dabbed her tears away. Hook wanted to do so, himself, but felt it too forward a gesture. He was after all raised to be a gentleman. Hook soon grew bored of his men drooling over Scarlett and asking her all kinds of questions. He never was much of one for sharing. "That's quite enough for one evening, gents. Miss Scarlett is tired and this ship won't cast off by itself!" He shooed them away and the scurried to their stations, and Hook offered his arm to the young woman, who remarked that she was impressed by his ship. He felt his heart swell with pride, and he thanked her with a charming grin. They were headed aft, towards his cabin, which he had already resolved to give to her for the time being, until they could make Smee's quarters more suited to her tastes, when she made a request that caused him to blush. He saw Smee opening his mouth to volunteer, but the captain cut him off. "Of course, me dear! Anything to make you more comfortable. Let me show you to the bathroom." He led her through his cabin to a small room connected to his bedchamber, containing a privy, a basin with a large gold-framed mirror fixed above it, a shelf with the captain's toiletries and shaving implements, and a large claw-footed tub. There was a soft rug on the floor near the tub, and plush wine coloured towels hang from a rack. "Here are the soap, sponges and scrub brush, as well as a bit of rose-scented bubbles," he said, handing her a wooden bucket. "I will leave you to undress... Here are the towels that you may use, afterwards..." The thought of his towels against her nude body...... Swallowing thickly, he gave her a little bow and excused himself quickly, so that she would not notice his excitement. "Enjoy your bath, me dear!" he flung over his shoulder in a sing-song voice. He retreated into his bedroom, sitting down at his desk to make an entry in his captain's log, explaining the events of the day. Even as he was writing about her, his thoughts of Scarlett were distracting him, terribly. The sound of running water ceased and was replaced by gentle splashing and the sound of her humming softly, which made him smile. He wanted to go in there. But what to use as an excuse...? "I'll just ask her if there's anything I could get her... A hot drink, perhaps, yes, to help her relax..." Clearing his throat and smoothing his hair, James Hook, so absorbed in what he was going to say, forgot to knock before opening the door. He figured she would have used the bubble bath and so her most intimate parts would be hidden from view. "Me dear, I just wondered if you---" His words died upon his tongue at the vision before him: she reclined in the tub, her black hair spilling down her front and obscuring the large globes of her breasts from view, her head thrown back, lips parted as she toyed with her bellybutton in the most erotic way. His cheeks turned as bright red as his coat, and he could fancy steam shooting from his ears. He wanted to apologize but he could only stand there in the doorway, stammering and blushing like mad. Scarlett was rather startled by Hook opening the door. Cocking her head up, she noticed the Captain was staring at her bare belly, which made her heart race and immediately cover her bellybutton with her hand, utterly flustered and embarrassed. "Oh, my... James..." she breathed. "Ye startled me... What was it that ye were going to ask?" She looked up at him, rather baffled, noticing his cheeks were almost as red as his coat. "Erm.... Captain... I'm sensing....ye saw what I....was doin', aye?" she asked coyly, quickly looking away from his lavish green eyes. It seemed as though Hook didn't really know what to do, but look down at his feet. He had noticed she was done with her bath and was about to get out, so, quickly apologizing, he turned to leave, shutting the door behind him. She shook her head, smiling to herself, having the image of his expression still lingering within her head. Once out of the tub, she dried herself off, placed the towel on the rack, then smothered herself with body butter to keep her skin soft. She was almost moaning, thinking about the Captain's fingers or hook in place of hers doing to her navel what she had been, in the bath. Scarlett took out some necessities from a large bag she had in the bathroom to get ready for tonight, such as a few magical products and a quick fix to perfect her hair and make-up. In another bag there were a couple of different extravagant belly dancing costumes for her to choose from. Hook could only stand there, frozen in place, humiliated beyond belief but also ridiculously aroused. The sound of her breathy voice speaking his name made his demi-erection twitch and grow within his tight trousers. Oh, he hoped she didn't see! He knew she was speaking to him, that she was asking him questions, but he could not manage to form words. When he'd had enough of sputtering like a codfish, he spun around and exited the room, closing the door behind him as fast as he could. He stood for several minutes, gripping the ornate door handle, breathing heavily and throbbing. Oh God, it had almost been as if he had walked in upon her masturbating, so sensual her movements, and so obvious her pleasure. It seemed intolerably hot in his cabin, and he hurriedly shed his coat, which was awkward considering he'd only one hand. He was completely discombobulated. What a fool thing to do! What had he been thinking, barging in on a lady in the bath?! Silently reprimanding himself, he forced himself to get it together, silently begging his member to deflate and let him function. He decided to try and distract himself by making the hot drink for Scarlett that he'd intended on asking her if she wanted. Boiling some water in a kettle over the fire, Hook focused on the leaping tongues of flame, slowing his breathing and heart rate. He selected a pewter mug from his collection, filled a silver infuser with some tea leaves, and in poured the hot water. He let it steep for a few minutes before adding a splash of his best rum, then he looked around until he located the honey, which he would let her add to her own taste. He was mostly calm again by the time he'd gathered the mug and jar of honey onto a small silver tray, which he held with his good hand and balanced on his hook. "Scarlett?" he called out from just behind the bathroom door. "Are you decent, me dear? I have some refreshment for you." He absently chewed his bottom lip as he waited for her to open the door to him, hoping she wasn't upset. After her hair and make-up had been perfected, she heard Hook at the door, just in time. "Coming... One minute, James." With her towel wrapped around her body, she quickly walked to the door, opening it to see the captain holding a tray with freshly brewed tea and honey. "Awe, aren't chu a doll? I thank ye, " she said, immediately taking the tray to help him, then setting down on the bedstand that was literally next to them. Holding her towel with one hand, her other gripped his cravat. Balancing on her tiptoes, she pulled down his face to place small, playful kisses upon his cheek, in order to thank him for everything. "I'll drink my tea while getting dressed." She giggled, noticing that even he was giggling uncontrollably from her pecking his cheek in a rather adorable, playful manner. "If ye don't mind, James, you can sit on the bed and talk to me as I finish getting ready. My costume is over by the dressing screen." She grinned, giving him a playful wink. Hook sat on his bed, with one leg over the other. They had conversed for a bit, about some of the most ridiculous moments he's witnessed with Smee. As Scarlett was getting changed, she almost spit out the last of her tea, now busting up with such playful laughter, the situations making even the captain himself chuckle. Now feeling a bit more confident, Scarlett walked out from behind the dressing screen towards him. The belly dancing attire she had adorned herself with was very flowy towards the bottom, somewhat tropical, with vibrant peacock colors of blues, greens and purples. But what stood out more were the intricate designs with ample beading and gold. The brazzire pressed her cleavage up to perfection, the beading coming down like a waterfall, giving her belly and belly button a peak-a-boo effect while moving, and her shift-on skirt had a V-shaped strap that went from her lower belly around her hips, emphasizing her hourglass figure even more. "What...what do ye think?" she inquired, biting her bottom lip. The sight of the voluptuous woman in nothing but his towel was detrimental to his recently deflated member, causing it to spring to life, once more, much to his chagrin. When she set the tea down, purple eyes staring into his green ones the whole time, took hold of his cravat and placed grateful kisses on both his cheeks, he couldn't help but start giggling like mad. In addition to being drop-dead gorgeous, she was also absolutely adorable. She invited him to have a chat with her while she got dressed in the privacy provided by the large folding screen. He sat on the edge of his bed, crossing his legs to hide the bulge in his trousers. The colourful costume she had draped over the screen was quite spectacular. He was rather excited to see her in it, sure that it would look ten times as glorious on her. What a wonderous woman he had stumbled upon! In Hook's experience, most of the females who were pleasant to look upon didn't have much personality to speak of; thus was not the case with Scarlett. The conversation that ensued was most amusing. By the end of it, they were both wiping the tears of laughter from their eyes. Hook stopped mid-laugh when Scarlett stepped out from behind the screen. He had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. The outfit was so enticing, hugging her curves and showing off her supple figure in all the right places. It made his mouth water, and he wondered how he would ever get through the night without her noticing his arousal. The thought brought colour to his cheeks, making his face feel hot. When she asked him what he thought, her gaze dropping coyly to the floor, he had to think for several moments in order to find the proper words to adequately express what he thought. Even then, he felt that his words fell short of what he truly thought, but it was the best he could do. "I think that of all the sights I have seen in all my years of travelling, I have never beheld such a vision as you." She looked up at him, smiling and blushing in a most endearing fashion, and he couldn't help but fall in love with her a little more. It took him several moments to realize he was staring at her, unabashedly devouring her with his eyes, before he shook his head as if to clear it, blinking repeatedly. "Forgive me, dear lady. Shall we go up on deck and give the lads a show...?" he asked, offering her his arm. He was very tempted to request a private show, there in his cabin, but he was in a very good mood and feeling generous. Besides which, his crew could provide her with the necessary accompaniment, and some fresh air would do him good. He needed to cool his blood and calm down, or at least try to. She took his arm with a sultry smile and he led her up on deck, where the men were engaged in various activities, from playing cards to making merry music. They had just cast off and were sailing smoothly. "Listen up, gents!" he bellowed, and the noise on deck died down instantly. "Our new vice captain is going to favour is with a dance, so all of ye who play instruments, gather round with 'em! She'll tell ye what te play, won't you, me dear?" he asked, grinning at her charmingly. The new vice captain joined them on deck, hips swaying while she walked in costume. It had been quite some time since she had danced for anyone, let alone an entire crew. However, she was both nervous and excited. Hook's crew were in awe, hypnotized by her appearance, almost dazed. Some of them already had a feel for the exotic music that would help her dance, getting out a combination of darbukas, djambes, and accordions. The music that began to play sounded like a combo of Kurdish, Middle Eastern, and jungle tribal. The crew mates who weren't playing were rather curious to watch, and as for those who were playing, Scarlett was amazed at how well they did so. The music itself was already taking over her body. Close by to the musicans, she bounced each hip to and fro playfully to the jungle beats, swerving her body around, her long black curls following. From a short distance, she saw the captain sitting cross-legged in a beautiful golden-clawed Elizabethan throned chair. She bit her bottom lip and smiled, noticing that he had a twisted, almost idiotic grin on his face. Taking in a deep breath, she danced towards him. The skirt was so flowy, it made her drift like a ghost upon the ship. When he noticed her getting closer, his right hand gripped ahold of the arm of his chair, his heart rate undoubtedly increasing. Scarlett was right next to him, using her golden zills to playfully pinch his cheek, then to twirl one side of his long black flamboyant mustache. Shimmying her shoulders and upper torso made her brazzire beads shimmer upon her voluptuous bosoms. The drum beats became faster. Turning so that her back was to him, she shimmied her luscious hips and rear, now doing a combination of belly dancing and Tahitian, her long hair in motion with it. She wanted to tease him so badly. She began by grabbing onto his cravat, his attention to his wolf-whistling crew mates soon washing away as he watched her rolling her belly and bobbing her sensual bellybutton for his visual pleasure. It was like her stomach was as the waves of the sea with a ship riding it. The captain of the Jolly Roger took his seat in his opulent throned chair near the centre of the deck, affording him the best view of the dancing. The crew mates with instruments had gathered around in a circle, and he disliked the drooling and leers he saw directed towards Scarlett, and was tempted to fire his flintlock on whichever of them dared to wolf-whistle, first. But he supposed that would be bad form. Sighing, he forced himself to ignore the pirates and focus solely on the female. This did not prove difficult. She was positively entrancing; her movements, the shape of her body, the exotic costume. Once fixed upon her, Hook could not take his eyes away. His cheeks began to grow hot, sweat beaded upon his brow and his heart began beating rapidly within his ribcage. When she began shimmying in his direction, his heart lept in his chest and his mouth went dry. She took hold of his cravat, pinching his cheeks and mustache playfully with her little finger cymbals, making him giggle. He looked up from her gyrating torso to glimpse her beautiful smiling face.The sultry look she fixed him with made his Adam's apple bob visibly when he swallowed. However, it was her belly that caught much of his attention, as she was, after all, a belly dancer. Her hips swinging back and forth were quite a sight, and the belly waves she was so expertly executing made his mouth fall open. But what was just bliss to his vision was the bobbing navel, which rose up and down in a repeating pattern. He was entranced by the movement, as well as the depth and oval shape of her navel. The captain found it irresistible. She was not saying anything at all, still keeping her pretty smile and mysterious allure intact, but Hook could not notice this now. His green eyes were glued to her stomach, as befit such a dance. Her performance seemed to eclipse his other senses, making him impervious to his surroundings. His peripheral vision darkened and his hearing became muffled, making the noises and shapes of his crew obscure. The only thing he could clearly see was Scarlett and her belly, which seemed to shine like the moonlight or a million little rubies. Her bobbing navel was like one sparkling gem within a treasure chest. She grinned at him, catching her plump bottom lip between her teeth, no doubt having noticed his fixation upon her stomach, specifically her belly button. His face was burning now, the nails of his right hand digging into the wooden armrest. He kept his legs crossed so as to obscure his erection from view, and it throbbed between his legs. He couldn't take much more of this, but what was he going to do...? Thankfully, the song came to a natural halt, and Scarlett finished with a curtsey. The uproar of cheers and clapping was deafening. Hook used one of Smee's hands to help him applaud, removing his hat with a flourish before giving her the standing ovation she deserved, cleverly positioning his huge hat over his crotch as he did so. "Brava, me dear! Truly remarkable! How honored we all are to have witnessed such a glorious spectacle!" He grinned, beckoning her to him with the crook of his finger. Taking a deep breath and summoning his courage, he spoke so softly that only she could hear him. "M'lady Scarlett... I should be most thrilled if you would join me in my quarters, this evening. That is, if you do not object to a more...private audience...?" "Oh indeed, aye I would be much obliged Captain." Scarlett nodded looking up at him with exotic vibrant purple eyes. Once looking back down, she noticed his arm was held out for her, now taking it within her own, the walked back down to his quarters. Hook had opened the door for her since he was a gentleman, with a sigh of feeling a sense of bliss, she plopped herself sitting on the bed, then laid gently upon her back, stretching her torso out. "James, you silly guppy, ye can sit down on yer own bed. Ye really don't need to stand there." Scarlett giggles toying with the beads that dangle on her belly. Watching him nod, then take a seat on bed besides her, Scarlett couldn't help but notice his eyes studying and scanning the details of her elaborate costume and torso. The Vice Captain's heart rate increased needing some sort of distraction and the first thing, she noticed was that he made himself comfy by laying on his side with his hook balancing on the side of his head, which was a short distance from her arm. Her fingers clenched up near her chest, then extended out to touch his thick black locks, massaging his scalp with one hand. "I am honored knowing that the notorious Captain Hook, loved my performance. I was a bit stifled at first and I noticed ye seemed to be too when I danced closer. " Now smiling to herself. As she continued to massage his scalp, she suckled at her bottom lip, holding a breath then exhaling. "Erm... Captain.. Mm I've been meaning to ask, if...if.." Trying not to look at him, for fear of losing herself in her own thoughts. "I mean it would relax me if... Ye could possibly rub my bellybutton? Um, on that note, not just because I also be a belly dancer but, I spiritually be connected to my center. Knowing that ye are a knowledgeable man ye most likely know that it is an erogenous zone for males and females, which is true to my stance, but depending on my mood and what ye do to it, it helps relax me as well.... And it's also ticklish....." Scarlett explains, now hiding her face underneath a silk pillow. James Hook wasn't certain what to expect as the two of them headed for his cabin. Some sort of intimate activity was in store, that much seemed clear. He wasn't going to question it though, he would simply go with the flow, let things unfold naturally. When they entered his room, Scarlett went straight to his bed and plunked her behind on the edge, making the beads decorating her costume clack softly. Hook probably shouldn't have been surprised when she let herself fall back onto the bed with a sigh. Of course she would be very tired, having just been through all that she had, and then dancing for them so vigorously, just now. He suddenly felt a pang of regret for having asked her to dance, not realizing how exhausted she must have been. He didn't typically experience remorse, but she inspired many feelings in him to which he was not very accustomed. He was just standing there, fiddling with his hook, trying to figure out what to do or say, when she looked at him and giggled, calling him a silly guppy and inviting him to have a seat on his own bed. He chuckled, moving towards her and saying, "Of course, how silly of me. I suppose you could say I was..." he lowered himself onto the bed next to her, reclining on his side, "...distracted?" Being this close to her and in a horizontal position, no less, was almost overwhelming. Why, he could reach out and touch her at any moment if he chose. And yet, being a gentleman, he would not do so until permission, spoken or otherwise, was given. He strove to keep his cool as he lay there alongside her, trying not to blatantly stare at that smooth, white stomach, with its perfectly-formed indent in the middle. His fingers itched, his pulse quickened, his mouth went dry as cotton. Then she reached out and began stroking his mane of ebony hair, which was unexpected though not at all unwelcome. The sound of her voice seemed very loud to him all of a sudden, snapping him out of his fixation, making him blush. She had caught him staring at her exposed belly and navel, and he felt very naughty, indeed. But the feeling of her fingers gently massaging his scalp made him forget his shame. If he could've purred like a kitten, he would have, and loudly. It felt so good, chills started rolling up and down his spine. He could not suppress a shudder, and a small sigh escaped his parted lips. It took him a moment to register what she was saying, what she was asking. He never in a million years imagined she would have asked him to do such a thing, and his eyes, which had drifted closed with her scritching of his head, snapped wide open. However, once she explained, it made more sense, although it was still peculiar. He definitely had never had anything like that requested of him, before. Nevertheless, it was the permission he had been waiting for. He found it adorable that she was evidently so embarrassed by her request that she felt it necessary to hide her face behind a small, embroidered pillow. "No, no... Don't hide that lovely face, me dear," he scolded her gently, slowly pulling the pillow away to reveal her blushing face, teeth catching her bottom lip prettily. Swallowing thickly, he slowly extended his hand, reaching out to stroke her smooth belly with his fingertips. Pausing to be sure he had heard her correctly, that he hadn't had some sort of auditory hallucination, he searched her face for signs that she wanted him to stop, and found none. At first, his knuckles ghosted over the curve of her ribs ever so gently. As he slid his hand down her torso, he turned his hand so that his palm and the pads of his fingers were touching her warm skin. Then, biting his own bottom lip, he walked his fingers down to her expectant navel. His breath hitched in his throat, his face burned, and he extended his forefinger tentatively and dipped its tip into the delicate indentation. He saw her react, heard her sharp intake of breath, and fancied he could feel a crackle of electricity between his finger and her center. He began encircling her belly button with his first two fingers, teasingly but also lovingly. She was obviously enjoying what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it, too. It was remarkable, just how incredibly erotic it was to stroke a part of the body other than one which is considered private. It gave him a thrill, and knowing how it made her feel, in a number of regards, only gave strength to that thrill. He began witching his finger back and forth rapidly, testing just how ticklish it was. She giggled and writhed, and Hook was encouraged to use more of his fingers. His erection was returning with a vengeance, and he shifted so that it was trapped between the bed and his body. Her breasts bounced as she laughed and squirmed under his tickling fingers, he couldn't help but notice. He wondered if she would enjoy feeling more than just his fingers toying with her navel... Undoubtedly she would. Before he had the chance to doubt himself, he scooted closer and brought his lips... ...down, placing small kisses around her belly button, his eyes cast shlyly upwards, to make sure he wasn't doing anything that she didn't want. Scarlett couldn't look due to embarrassment and fluster. Closing her eyes, she felt the captain's soft touch. Her belly trembled slightly, his touch bringing chills to her flesh. He brought his fingers to her navel and Scarlett clasped a hand over her mouth, feeling a spiritual electrical shock within her navel chakra. Her eyes fluttered open thanks to a rather playfully ticklish sensation upon her bellybutton, noticing that Hook was testing to see how ticklish she was. Once again, she hid her face underneath the pillow after seeing such an playfully evil grin on his face. She screamed rather cutely and playfully, no doubt he was a master at tickling. Her laughing became high-pitched the more intensely he tickled her, and she smacked his hand away, friskily. She could tell that he was enjoying this way too much. Setting aside the pillow, she watched the captain bend down and place soft kisses around the walls of her navel. At this point, she became full of fluster again and let out a moan of satisfaction. "Ooooooh James..... Don't stop," Scarlett moaned softly, the feel of his soft lips and black stache made the sensation twice as pleasurable. Arching her back, pressing her navel towards his lips again, the vice captain stroked his soft cheek. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him dip his tongue inside, exploring each crevice of it, using different techniques with his tongue, lips and mouth. She was on the verge of feeling overstimulated while he pretty much made out with her umbilical as if it were another mouth. Although, she tried keeping a low tone, she ended up moaning a bit louder. The sensation grew in intensity, which made her stroke one side of his eloquent long mustache, repeatedly. She had to think of something to make her moaning not so overbearing, to the point of possible crew members hearing. Looking over her bosoms, she grasped a hold of his cast iron hook, placing the curve of it in her mouth. It had been frankly too long since she had felt anything as such, and felt more lively than before. Nonetheless, she was extremely honored to have Hook himself do anything of the sort to her, especially since she felt an immense connection with him. Hook was surprised at his own boldness. He couldn't recall just how long it had been since he'd been intimate with a woman, but he knew it had been far too long. Her skin was so smooth and white, her ruby lips forming a perfect O in her pleasure, her ebony curls splayed across his bedspread. Her moans carressed the inside of his ears, giving him goosebumps and making his erection twitch. He wiggled his tongue relentlessly inside her little navel, making her writhe under him. His hand slid up and down her side, then crawled up to squeeze first one of her large breasts, then the other. He had never touched anyone with such wonderfully soft and round bosoms. She reminded him of a fertility goddess, and he intended to worship her toroughly. When she suddely grabbed his hook and practically bit down on it to help muffle her noises of ecstasy, he gasped, eyes wide. He couldn't say what was so incredibly arousing about the sight of that, but he was completely overcome with lust. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing beneath his cravat. He had to employ every ounce of willpower he possessed to hold back. His heartbeat was thundering his ears, he felt so hot, he couldn't stand it. Loathe though he was to tear himself away from her, he had to get out of at least some of his captain's attire. His cravat was choking him; he tugged it loose, pulled it off and tossed it aside. His coat was heavy and stifling; he shrugged out of it and let it fall forgotten to the floor. Much better. At least she wouldn't overheat in that delighfully scandalous outfit of hers. When he had rid himself of the most oppressive of his garments, he sat beside her on the bed, panting and looking down at her, looking up at him. Her eyes were so big and beautiful, looking down deep, seeking out his soul. He was still fully clothed in his breeches and blouse, hose and buckled shoes, yet he felt naked before her, utterly exposed. He was sure she could see the outline of his rigid member through his trousers, and his cheeks flushed crimson with shame. Chuckling nervously, he cast his eyes down, pretending to be interested in the fancy quilt covering his bed. "I... Well, perhaps I got a bit carried away, me dear..." he said, feeling suddenly quite embarrassed of his actions and unsure of what to do next. "Oh dear, ye know I could have helped you with that. You're wearing too many layers, you poor Captain," she mentioned as she watched him rid himself of his cravat and red coat, tossing them to the floor. She noticed his cheeks were rather flushed, and she placed both her cool hands upon them while kneeling comfortably before him on the bed. "James.." She smiled breathtakingly. "You very well know we are adults, correct? I personally don't think ye went overboard. I mean, ye think I would have told you to stop if I wasn't enjoying it, but that's not the case. There's just something about ye. Our personalities are so alike and so rare, and with me opposite personalities don't attract. Some things are hard to explain, Captain... It's what a person feels to the core, tis what truly counts. I trust you, I feel comfortable with you, and I don't say that a lot about any male buccaneers. Besides, after all we've gone through seperately, perhaps we need to embrace each other and relax. The human touch is very healing." Feeling his face cool down a bit, she bent down, placing a gentle kiss upon the bridge of his hooked nose. Scarlett gently pushed his chest back, having him lay on his upon his back, now that his energy felt a bit more relaxed. She moved his long black curls from underneath him, making him more comforable. Curiousity had playfully taken a toll with her, while her eyes lingered towards his old fashioned blouse, which she began to untuck from his breeches. "I wonder...?" she said to herself, lifting it to his midriff, pulling his purplish-red breeches down slightly. She blushed, giggling. "Hehehehe... Oh my...who would have thought a villainous looking pirate like you could have such an innocently adorable belly button?" She remarked, studying the uniqueness of his in-betweenie, biting her index finger slightly. She could tell by his expression that Hook was rather embarrassed and she thought he was extremely adorable when showing it. Just as he had done with her, she wanted to explore his navel. Moving her long dark curls to the side, she bent over the curve of his tummy, lolling her tongue out to explore the ridges of his belly button. Dipping her tongue to the hollow area of his oval shape, first outlining it, then curving her tongue around, moving it up and down on top of the part of his umbilical, which was somewhat pronounced within the hollow dimpled area. As Scarlett wiggled her tongue inside atop his knotted cartilage, she noticed his stomach formed chills and was quivering slightly upon this new sensation. She was devouring the sensational noises that he was making. Looking up, she noticed his member was bulging from beneath his breeches. As her right hand glided to it, she smiled softly to herself and began to stroke it gently through the fabric. Hook was relieved that Scarlett didn't think he'd gone too far, not at all. He hadn't really thought so either, he was just nervous was all. It had been so long... Now he looked longingly up into her sympathetic face as she knelt and cupped his heated cheeks in her cool hands. She was right, he felt instantly better. It was amazing, this woman's ability to affect the pirate captain in different ways. He allowed her to lay him down on his back, in awe of the care she took with his comfort. It seemed he fell more in love with her with each passing moment, and the look in her intoxicating purple eyes indicated that she felt much the same. After he was positioned on his back, he watched in awe as she tugged his shirt from the waist of his pants and inspected his navel, commenting on its cuteness. Her gaze and words made him blush like mad, and suddenly he was tempted to hide his face as she had done. He gasped when she began teasing the sensitive flesh with her tongue, shockwaves of pleasure arrowing straight to his groin. Her tongue was remarkably skilled, and he could not help but imagine how it would feel on his member. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan and arched his back. Almost as if she had heard his silent pleas, her hand slid down to the throbbing hardness trapped within his tight breeches and caressed it. This time Hook could not stop the noise from escaping his throat, and his cheeks turned an even brighter red. His hand gripped the quilt beneath him, her hand felt so good and it was only through the fabric! After a few moments, she unbuttoned his pants and slid her hand inside. Hook though he was going to hyperventilate, so intense were the emotions colliding within him. He fought to remain calm, closing his eyes and trying to keep his breathing even. With one deft motion she navigated past his undergarments and began touching his bare skin. "Ohhh...." he breathed, angling his hips forward instinctively, wanting more of her soft, cool fingers on his heated flesh. She teased his tip, swirling circles around it with her thumb as her fingers closed around the shaft. Then she began to pump him up and down, and a strangled cry issued from his parted lips. After years of rotten luck, Hook felt that fortune was truly smiling upon him by putting this woman in his life. He wanted to express the overwhelming gratitude he felt towards her, but was loathe to stop her from stroking him. But if he didn't stop her soon, he would lose it, and that would cause such unbearable shame, he did not even want to think about it. It took all his willpower, but he managed to bring a trembling hand down to where she was pumping, and closed it gently over her wrist. "Wait... Me dear, I... Come here..." he said softly, tugging lightly on her wrist and patting the bed beside him with his hook. He realized suddenly that they had not even kissed yet, a thing which he intended to remedy, presently. Once she was lying on her side, facing him, he ran his index finger along her jawline, staring deep into her eyes. "You are so very beautiful..." he whispered, then leaned forward before he could lose his nerve and kissed her smiling mouth. Scarlett's eyes widened when the captain's lips locked with hers. She didn't exactly know when he would be stealing a kiss from her, although she sensed it was coming. She melted like butter into his arms on the bed. With each tender motion of his soft lips massaging hers, as though all else around her stopped, time in particular, she was in utter bliss. Her hand snaked underneath his thick black locks, massaging his scalp. Adjusting herself with her bosoms upon his chest, she stroked one side of his elongated black stache as she deepened the kiss, less tender now but, more passionate. Their tongues lapped over one another playfully, like two entangling snakes. She felt an extreme spark within his kiss, like a spiritual experience from the universe beyond Neverland. Scarlett was out of breath from kissing, as was he, and both were taken aback. "I...I...I felt a spark James, it was remarkable. Within your kiss..." she said breathlessly, grinning from ear to ear. "Perhaps I should be in something a bit more comfy, aye? One second, ye swashbucklin cutie." Sitting upright on the bed, before getting up completely, she went under his blouse to swiftly tickle his bellybutton, biting her bottom lip in a playful smile. Scootching off the bed, she walked towards her luggage, wishing she were more organized. She rummaged through one of her bags which contained all of her undergarments, and managed to find a perfect pair for tonight. Slipping out of her costume at the other end of the room and placing it upon Hook's large mirrored dresser, she put on a matching pair of panties and bra, which were of black silk with purple lace trim, having quite a villainous look to them. Still slightly embarrassed, Scarlett parted her long black curls to partially cover the front of her, walking back over to the large four poster Victorian bed, where the Captain was waiting. She noticed that he was still laying on his back with his head propped up against a large pillow, his hand and hook on his tummy, while his legs were crossed, but what she noticed most of all was that lingering wide smile upon his villainous face, against whatever dim candlelight was on. She was blushing madly, not being able to meet his eye. Crawling back on the bed, catlike, she laid on her back, grabbing an elongated pillow placing it over her face and upper torso, playfully. Hook couldn't stop the wide grin that started to spread itself over his lips when Scarlett imparted to him that she'd felt a very powerful spark as they'd kissed. Normally, he would be quite skeptical, but he knew she was speaking truth, for she did not strike him as the dishonest sort (despite being a pirate), and most of all, because he had felt it, too. He told her as much, his voice barely above a whisper. When she suddenly sat up, saying that she wished to change into more comfortable attire, he let out a little whimper, every atom in his body crying out to reestablish contact as quickly as possible. "Of-of course," he stammered, not wishing her to think he objected to her comfort. But it wasn't just his manhood that ached for her... He chuckled though when she gave his stomach a little tickle before getting off the bed and sauntering over to the far end of his cabin, hips swaying seductively. He knew he shouldn't spy on her, that it was improper to do so, and yet he couldn't seem to help himself. Remaining in basically the same position on his back, he plopped an extra pillow behind his head, propping himself up so that he could peer down the curved bridge of his large nose at the female pirate shedding her dancing costume. He felt very naughty and even a bit guilty about not respecting her privacy, although he figured that if modesty was that important to her, she could easily have utilized the changing screen, or gone into the adjoining bathroom. The sight of her nude form, even at so great a distance and in the dim light, made the captain's mouth water and his member twitch eagerly inside his undergarments. Gods, what a delicious specimen of feminine beauty! By the time she had padded back over to the bed on which he lay, he was grinning quite wickedly. He found the rosy hue colouring her cheeks very appealing, enjoying her response to his hungry gaze. When she joined him upon the bed once more, she grabbed a long pillow and used it to hide, as before. Smirking, Hook clucked his tongue and gently prised the pillow from her grasp. "Don't cover up, me lovely. Let me feast my eyes upon you. They have never before had so scrumptious a meal and have been positively -famished-..." he purred, rolling onto his side to face her so that he could stroke her smooth pale stomach and sides. Just then, with the talk of feasting fresh in his mind, he suddenly knew what he was going to do, next. He only hoped she wouldn't refuse out of embarrassment, or because she wasn't comfortable with the highly intimate activity he had in mind for her. "Scarlett, me beauty... I would be very honoured if you would allow me to make you feel...very good," he began, his hand straying farther down her torso than ever before. Skimming past her navel, his fingers slid down, down, down to her black silk panties, rubbing her sex through the thin fabric. After doing so for a few moments, watching and listening for clues that he was going about things in a way she enjoyed, he determined to his satisfaction that she was definitely enjoying it, and would not stop him from moving her underwear to the side, so that he could feel how slippery she had become. It almost made him moan, how wet she was. He closed his eyes, his breath catching as he exhaled through his nose, the way her plush lips parted in pleasure, her eyebrows pinching together at the centre of her forehead, helped to embolden him in his explorations of her nether regions. Pressing himself against her thigh, he slid his first two fingers up and down her slick crease, touching her gently as if coaxing open the petals of a delicate pink flower. As her thighs moved farther apart for him, her hips beginning to roll against his touch, he concentrated on the small bud near the top of her flower, moving his fingertips around it in clockwise circles. He licked his lips as he felt her clit growing firmer, pushing out from its hood as the circles grew tighter and quicker. Bowing his head, he placed a series of wet kisses upon her breasts, suckling and licking her hardened nipples, coaxing more noises of pleasure from her parted lips. He had never in all his life been so aroused. He silently prayed that he could bring her to ecstasy before he made a shameful mess in his underwear. He stopped manipulating her with his hand, and she whined in protest. He only grinned up at her, repositioning himself so that his mouth was once again level with her navel. He licked and suckled it in the same fashion as he had done to her nipples, and though he could tell she loved it, his goal was approximately six inches farther down. He kissed a trail down from her navel to her hairless womanhood, swirling his tongue around her clit in imitation of the motion of his fingers, moments before. She tasted sweeter than a peach to him, and he greedily licked up her nectar. His cock throbbed, begging for release, and yet he remained focused only on her pleasure. It was all that mattered, at the moment, and Hook would not budge until she had reached the pinnacle. Scarlett slowly put the pillow aside, revealing her goddess-like figure to the captain, her face already flushed from being flustered. When he acknowledged the fact that he wanted to touch her for healing, and to sexually release any tension she may have, he didn't have to wait long for her permission. "Aye James, I would be honored to have you do so," she said, biting her bottom lip after. She noticed that he was pulling down her bra a bit with his hook, bending down to admire and suckle upon her large bosom and nipples. Scarlett made a noise showing comfort and satisfaction. She grinned down at him while he looked up at her with large green eyes, sucking on her nipple and looking like a big adorable kitten. She observed every motion and feeling that he placed action upon, kissing down the slope of her midriff and belly, causing her chills, his elongated black stache tickling and exciting her flesh. She let out a loud moan as he devoured her bellybutton with his tongue and lips. The feeling was so tantalizing, she arched her abdomen, one hand pressing down on his head for his tongue to go in deeper. While watching him kiss downward, she felt his hook and hand clasp her panties, tugging them down. The feeling of Hook's cool fingers against her warm wet flower felt like a cool breeze against a warm day, his touch was soothing and very gentle against her clit feeling almost like a massage at first. She spread her legs wider, yearning for more, when he stopped and switched to tasting her in earnest, instead. Scarlett wanted to last awhile. Stopping him a moment, she told him that she too wanted to continue pleasing him at the same time. So, she adjusted herself for the idea that came to mind. Hook took her place instead, while she decided to crawl over him on the opposite direction. Scarlett was still a bit embarrassed, but was getting comfortable in her own skin in front of the captain. She had placed her shaven rose right above his face, so that his mouth would have easy access. As he continued, it made her clit bulge out more, feeling such tongue movements from that angle. She lifted up Hook's blouse to first roll her tongue and suck upon his navel before going lower. She did her best to concentrate on her part, even though quite hard since the captain was using his tongue rather intensely. But she pulled down his breeches slightly to free his erect penis, and, gripping ahold of his shaft, Scarlett's tongue swirled around his mushroom tip, which made Hook's legs straighten and his feet twitch. She switched from licking to putting his tip inside the cave of her mouth, which she bobbed up and down. Spreading her legs more, she felt his five o'clock shadow and mustache rub against her lips. That combined with his long tongue expertly teasing and toying with her clit, she moaned with his treasure in her mouth.