Straight on Til Morning

Laura fell back onto the pillows, smiling and satisfied.

Round Two had started right after Round One. But the second time had been slower, gentler. Fingers and lips grazed skin, removed clothing. James seemed momentarily unsure when she removed his shirt to reveal the leather-strapped contraption that held his hook in place. Laura, naked by that point, had smiled as she kissed him, laying on the bed so he was beneath her.

All thoughts of embarrassment went out the window when she lowered herself onto him, closing her eyes and sighing as he filled her. She rode him slowly at first, raising so that just his tip touched her, and then lowering herself again. As her need increased, so did her pace, and soon she was laying against him, her teeth and lips pulling at his neck as his arms wrapped around her, urging her on until they climaxed together.

Round Three was put on hold when her stomach growled, and Hook insisted she eat something.

Lying on the pillows, Laura giggled at the memory of a shirtless Captain Hook, storming from the room, his voice booming through the house that a plate of food was to be made IMMEDIATLEY, only to have him return and feed her the fruits and cheeses in a way that Laura found surprisingly sensual.

That lead to Round Three.

'And what exactly are you laughing at?'

Laura looked over at the very naked James Hook that lay beside her. How a man managed to look so damn superior while in the buff was perplexing.

'You, actually,' she said, stretching her arms and arching her back. A thrill ran through her at the way Hook's eyes darkened as he hungrily eyed her movements.

'Really?' he said, still eyeing her breasts. 'I have to say I've never received that reaction after such a performance.'

'Well, I'm sure your tavern wenches had to hurry back to town when you were finished,' she flippantly replied, and immediately regretted it as Hook's features hardened.

'I'm sorry,' she rushed, sitting up. 'That came out bitchy. I didn't mean-'

'Of course you didn't,' he said as he rose from the bed.

'Look, I'm no good at pillow talk,' she cried, hating the note of desperation that had crept into her voice.

'Then perhaps I should have followed the example of your previous suitors, and left before the pillow talk began,' he said smoothly, pulling his pants on.

Laura swallowed past the lump that formed in her throat. 'Hey, if you wanna be an asshole about it, I can't stop you,' she replied, blinking back angry tears.

Hook turned to face her after pulling his shirt over his head, his mouth open to retort. Seeing her tears, he stopped. After staring at her a moment, he strode from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Laura heaved a pillow at the door with a small shriek, and collapsed onto the bed in tears.




**Yes, I know it's short, and it's been a while. But I haven't given up on finishing this. The process was made more difficult by my computer crashing. And, like Laura, I'm not too good at post-coital stuff. But now I'm up and running and so will hopefully be updating more often.
Thanks for hanging in there.

-L