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Katya felt like she was being pushed to her limits and almost delighted in the distraction of chores. It meant hiding from the ever-changing strands of time and the confusion of who she was. She was spending more and more time on the ship. In the same vein, that meant spending more and more time nestled under the captain’s sheets or giving him private singing performances. When he was happy, she felt a tiny twinge of happiness start to lighten her heart and force her to forget all of the darkness that surrounded her. Now she was starting to understand why her parents acted the way they did. Servitude was, ironically, her freedom. This paradox made her soft, pale lips twinge into a tiny smirk while she tossed a bucket of murky water over the side of the ship. In a second action, she pulled her hair from a messy ponytail and let her hair drape across her shoulders. The ribbon she had been using was tied around her wrist so as not to lose it. When she looked up from tying her ribbon, her eyes rested upon the captain. There was still that odd and bubbly feeling that came over her when he set his sights to her. Katya would blush and feel like she was still a small girl hiding behind her books in school. “Captain,” She greeted with a soft voice. Her eyelashes fluttered while she tried desperately not to stare. Where was his coat and hat? This wouldn’t do. “You, uh... Do you need me to mend something?” She pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth as she let her eyes wander upwards to meet James’ gaze.

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This sort of thing wasn’t common practice for him. Of course, he had been generous before. He had lavishly gifted past lovers for as long as they entertained him, then headed back out to open waters. It never meant anything beyond a…transaction. Of what use had he for a permanent installation? He wasn’t a settling man, not for a place or a lover, not since being given his freedom from Neverland. 

And yet here he found himself, having already ensnared their servant wench in such a way that he could have her again, without any call for decorum, still searching for some means to pamper her. It was all very strange and absurd, so he told himself he was merely showing gratitude. It was gratitude too in the way he glared daggers at any crewman that so much as suggested getting her for himself. 

“I will not have my servant girl wasted on a bilge rat’s lust. Save your coin for the next port whore, lest I have the deck swabbed with your intestines.” 

It was good enough of an excuse to keep the deeper implications at bay, even as he selected a necklace for her. It was a simple, yet valuable thing, a spoil of their travels. It sat, as all the trinkets did, in one of his locked boxes. He had liked hoarding them for the sole purpose of knowing he could, of looking at the glitter of his wealth when the mood took him. But now, as he prepared the dark ruby necklace to be gifted in a box of its own, he wondered if this wealth was not instead testament to his loneliness. 

James left his quarters and went out to find her, only ‘half-dressed’ as he lacked his coat, hat and typical emblems of his authority and status. This was to be a…personal encounter, in any case. He didn’t feel he needed his battle armor around her. 

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Katya had returned. She always returned. Somehow, at the next port, she was always there. She always came back with a new song or a little ditty to cheer up the crew. She whistled while mending pockets and she kept a song in the air around sunset. Yet this time was different. She was quiet and short. Katya wasn’t cruel with anyone, but she spoke only when she needed to and did nothing more. Her songs had stopped and she no longer felt the need to peer out of the cabin in her nightdress to sing her lullabies. Rather than depart for bed early as she often did, she was now sneaking away to the crew’s quarters. There was mead being served and she had been offered a mug. With hardly a thought, she downed the drink. Not a ladylike sip or nursing the drink, but she gulped the beverage down. It burned as it rolled down her throat. That was the first time she had tried something other than wine and it was already making her head spin. “Hah. S’great, fellas. How about another?” Her eyes were tearing up as she threw down her mug with a clang. “Pour me another, another! I’m sure the captain won’t mind! I can still do my work in the mo~rning!” She sang out. It wasn’t alcohol taking any effect on her, no. It was something much worse.

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There were many feelings that went through Katya’s mind at the moment. Her heart was racing and for the time being, all she could focus on was that she was completely naked and in bed with a man. Her chest went up and down with her nervous breaths and her heart fluttered in her chest. Being naked wasn’t shameful and James had assured her that her inexperience wasn’t, either.

She smiled. Through her nervous and butterfly-like insecurity, she smile. It all melted away as he pressed his lips against the soft and sensitive flesh of her leg. It was sweet and it tickled a slight bit. Katya’s eyes gently closed as she hummed and gasped. Her breath hitched as James moved the kisses along methodically. She could feel them slowly leaving a trail along as they made way for her sensitive inner center. Her face flushed with a mix of excitement and embarrassment at never having this attention before.

Her soft, delicate fingers gripped at the sheets as she felt James’ short exploration of her skin come to an end. He had begun to claim his prize, which caused a sudden shudder to overtake Katya’s already warmed body.

“Oooh,” She sputtered and felt her back twitch and her toes curl. No one had ever touched her before. No one had ever loved her body like this before. With a strained breath, Katya let go of her emotions and gave into the new and foreign feeling of want and desire that immediately covered her. She looked down at the captain with hungry eyes, still gasping at this new and delightful feeling he was introducing her to. “Amazing,” She gasped softly and in a whisper. “Oh you’re more than amazing...”

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All at once, things felt romantic, warm, and like she was being examined under glass and being judged. She could feel a tense pinching in her throat and what felt like parts of her arms and legs. The anxious and terrified feeling melted away for a moment with the kisses, giving her the power to let out a gasp with a smile and chuckle. Katya couldn’t hide being nervous. It was in each noise she made. It hung onto each word. Even her breathing couldn’t help but hitch and it certainly wasn’t with pleasure. “I’m sorry,” She apologized meekly. “No one’s really seen me like this before.” Not in a romantic light, at least. She was used to not having much privacy, but she didn’t want to mention her inexperience another time. That horse was dead and there was no point in whipping it endlessly. "No one’s uh...” Katya closed her eyes and stifled another nervous giggle. “I’ve never been with someone before. Uh...I’ve never...made love before... You’re going to laugh at me now, aren’t you?” She could feel her face heating up with her slight confession. “Could you guess?” Her stomach tightened at the kiss and she felt her skin grow nearly electric as his lips grazed her skin. She let out a soft moan and curled her toes. It was soft and sensitive flesh that hardly saw much more than being washed and being covered with clothes. Having that gentle attention was new and delightful. “You could tell, couldn’t you? From the start.”

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There had been a feeling in the air that all pirates knew well, an aura of a foreboding enemy that approached from a short distance. Given they had left Neverland some time ago and Hook knew what the nearing of Pan or the crocodile felt like, he was certain it was no contender he had met before. As he had been told, he was no longer the only buccaneer on the waters; indeed, it was only a matter of time before another band approached. 

Sure as day, he could now see the vessel on the horizon, certain that they had been pursued for this purpose by some time. His frustration lay in his inability to guess that sooner. 

"What could they want, Cap’n?" Smee asked, his curiosity genuine. His crew was at the disadvantage of not having interacted with men of their own before…but Hook, in his infinite wisdom of evil intention, felt he already knew what to expect. 

"What any pirate wants, Smee; to pillage and to plunder. We will not give them the satisfaction, will we?"

Thus, he yelled to the crew to prepare the canons. 

Katya had started to sing in keeping herself occupied and making the work go faster. In her time aboard, she had taken to learning songs from the crew and performing them in her own sweeter and siren-like sound. She wasn’t nearly as close to a mermaid or a treacherous sea creature with her voice, but there was something just as magical with what she did to the lyrics as she sang. Even when she sang for herself, each word was dripped with fae magic. “Was you ever in Quebec, bonny laddie, hieland laddie? Stowing timber on the deck, bonny hieland laddie? Hey ho and away we go! Bonny laddie, hieland laddie! Hey ho and away we go! Bonny hieland laddie!” It seemed to clear the tension in the captain’s quarters. At least, it eased the feeling for her and kept her distracted with work. As she finished her sewing, she put the newly mended shirt away. Without her singing, the ship was silent. It was almost like a fog of death was choking the ship and draining any life from it, causing the inhuman silence. This concerned Katya and drew her out of the captain’s quarters. She stumbled as she pushed open the door. At first she was equally apprehensive and quiet as the crew. Just what trickery was afoot? She raised her eyebrows and tried to reason to herself that nothing was wrong but it was just best to take a precaution. That was likely what the captain was doing. Fixing her blouse, the little songbird wandered around deck. “Captain?” She called softly. “Captain? What’s going on?” She could smell something odd and saw the crew moving over the cannons like busy and industrious ants, getting ready for something big to happen. Katya frowned. “Oh my my g- Captain? Captain!” If the cannons were being readied, then something terrible was afoot. What were her orders, then? She couldn’t just let James do things herself, could she? Truly, she didn’t understand the protocol in a time like this. What was her place? Was it in the middle of fighting or did she have to hide? Would she go for something more diplomatic? She had never seen fighting before.

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She felt secure in her mind for a moment. James couldn’t hear her thoughts and was too occupied to notice the doubt in her eyes. Was there truly something so special about her? Katya was certain he had seen many women and likely a good number of them had graced his bed as she was doing now. Other than her voice, what made her special? What made her worthy of attention? Katya threw her doubt to the side and let out a contented sigh, focusing on her body melt into shudders of bliss while her breasts were being caressed by the captain’s tongue. She had never realized how sensitive her chest was. Each kiss was a little message that spoke of adoration and seduction.  Touch was overwhelming and very stimulating. Between the gasps she twisted strands of his hair between her fingers. “Will I?” Katya asked, finding herself drawing out the words between touches. “I should never want to know a night without your touch again?” Katya chuckled and let her fingers dance downwards from her twisting his hair, playing with the curls between her fingers. “You must have taught more than just me. You have a lot of patience.” She pushed aside his hair and placed a soft peck against his neck. Katya leaned forwards to trail the kisses toward his ear, then back down to his neck and shoulder.

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Her eyes sparkled with delight and Katya found herself giggling as James made his declaration. It was a pleasant, melodious little noise she ended all too soon while still admiring his form and tracing back over the scar. She wanted to know the stories behind them all and reminded herself to ask in the future. Katya felt her bodice pulled away and listened to it skid across the floor. It landed somewhere in the darkness. She wasn’t sure where it had ended up, but since her work was often contained to the captain’s quarters, she didn’t feel too pressed about the garment’s location. Besides, her lips were far too busy and entrapped within the spell James had placed upon her. She pressed her lips against James’ in return, but pulled away for a moment. Katya felt very clothed compared to the captain. Wiggling out of the sleeves from her blouse, she pulled herself free and the garment over her head. She let it drop off the side of the bed, then immediately returned to the kiss. Feeling daring but still recognizing that she had never been properly kissed before, she parted her lips slightly to allow James the chance to show her what it was like to be truly kissed. Shyly, Katya reached her arms around the captain’s shoulders. The right arm remained and hung loosely while the left hand trailed downwards and paused when she could feel his heart beating. For a moment, she teased. Katya stiffened her legs and pressed her knees together. She hummed to tease further, but relaxed her legs again. Gradually, she began to part her legs, giving his fingers access to her. 

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Each breath twisted with excitement and curiosity as she felt herself become slowly unlaced. She wasn’t someone who laced herself too tightly into clothing. Everything was to be sensible. Other than being a story teller, she had to work. Too tight would be uncomfortable. Too loose meant a dress slipped and caught onto improper places. The knots untied easily with help from the hook pulling and working on the ties, opening the front and leaving only her blouse left covering her front. A gasp was sudden and quickly silenced with Katya blushing at her reaction. James’ fingertips along the soft, delicate skin of her thighs had surprised her. She was still nervous and her smile reflected that, but the touch felt like gentle strokes that set her senses on fire. She relaxed her legs, giving James a silent permission to continue further up her thigh. Katya gently pulled down her sleeves to show the skin of her shoulders and upper arms. When she looked back up, she couldn’t help but admire the man only breaths between her. “Do you have a favorite scar?” She whispered as she reached up to touch a single scar on his chest. He was much older, she realized. He was older, stronger, and wiser. “I’ve never seen so many before. You’re...strong...” It was something childish to consider, but for a moment she thought that if she could be as well protected as pirate treasure, that would meant she could be truly loved. She tried to take hold of her excitement in her breath, but couldn’t. Katya wheezed with delight as she traced another scar.

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All she had in her life were stories and fantasies. Her life was the product of a story, wasn’t it? It was a fairy tale coming to fruition, even if the fine details had been darker. The world retold the story as something much happier than the darker story she knew. It was just one more thing she had come to believe. That, however, was truth. The rest of her life was all uncertainty. Katya had believed that being carried over any threshold, even if it was into the captain’s quarter’s, was to be reserved for only a bride. She had long believed stories of beautiful women waiting for those who loved them to whisk them away. But a pirate was stealing her away, wasn’t he? There was some sort of strange tradition to all of this, despite some strange voice telling her this was improper, wrong, and she needed to leave. With that little voice ringing in her ears, giving her doubts, Katya found the bed even more comfortable against her. She smiled up at him with her legs slightly curled and crossing at her ankles. Her knees touched together, tempting for the captain to reach below her skirt and part them himself. Her arms were away from her body with her hands near her head. A finger idylly twirled a strand of hair. The nervous action spoke of her inexperience. The desire as she stared up at James spoke of her conflicting feelings and how she wanted to act on her feelings. “Please,” Katya had not spoken, but decided to softly sing the words so that only the captain could hear. “Please.” She sang her plea again, begging to be undressed by his gentle hand and, admittedly, wondering if he had anything in mind with his hook. 

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If he had it in him to feel guilty, he would have been utterly destroyed by it now. This was far beyond anything someone so ruthless deserved to have. He had known that in some respect before taking what he wanted but he truly had no concept. She was exquisite in every aspect, in the way her fingers danced across his cheekbone without revile, in the warm eagerness of her lips. She truly wanted him. While the desire of a woman was not unknown to him those moments were really nothing compared to this. 

He growled in his throat as she spoke, asking as if uncertain of his intentions, as if hoping that they were the same as her own. They were indeed more like-minded than she realized.  

“I desire you for everything that you are,” he whispered, his mouth now graciously leaving hers to speak freely as it explored the slope of her neck. “I desire whatever your generosity sees fit for me. Do you wish to have me? To let me take you?” 

His hands moved to her waist in a move that was slightly possessive, but more of that same desperation than anything else. Surely she would fly away if he did not hold her in place. 

He desired her, but he also allowed her the ability to leave. He asked her to stay, but he called her a woman and recognized her desires. She felt like a true woman in body and mind, not just in years lived. There was something about gilded cages and flying away; trust brought one back to home. This felt like another place to call home. It was premature to think so, but there was safety and a strange feeling of respect for her words. Katya’s head tilted back and her breath quivered as she felt the sensitive flesh of her neck lavished upon. She was delighted and frightened at the noises she was uttering at these feelings. They just slipped free without a reason, expressing the shudders that rippled through her body. “I give myself to you,” Katya purred with eyes fluttering. “Take me. Have me... Keep me...Captain, take me.” Her hand trailed down slowly to rest upon the captain’s. She moved his hand along her thigh with a delighted, playful smile. “Make me your own...”

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James knew she would not relent to pushing forward on her own. He had known women like this, of course, with all the forwardness of dog in heat to be indelicate. He didn’t mind that, assertiveness was very beguiling…but so too was her innocence. She seemed uncertain of what came next though not in the least bit unwilling. She was eager to learn and he was eager to teach. 

“Why do you think I plea to keep you?” he asked, though the question was purely rhetorical. “Of course your presence makes me happy…far more than a man like me deserves.” 

A part of him feared what she instilled in him deep down. He knew full well this was not just another conquest, another potential notch on his bed post but rather…well. Something more. Something he had forbidden himself from seeking or feeling ever again and yet…here he was. 

The truth being that he was just as vulnerable as she, though his demeanor no doubt conveyed otherwise. 

In essence though, she was there, his beautiful, pure little nightingale with red lips parted and cheeks flushed, eyes closed as if already in ecstasy, despite having no idea what he could bring her to do. He wanted, more than anything, to claim her for his own before the will of things drew them apart. 

As such, he succumbed to the hunger in his heart and pushed forward, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was not in the least bit as delicate as he had planned. This was fevered, wanton, desperate. 

She had been told stories of how her life was going to be and how things were supposed to work out, but she was on a pirate ship and willingly giving her heart and soul to Captain Hook with all of her trust. She had been told stories about how she was supposed to feel, but she wanted to laugh if only because they paled in comparison when it came to the moonlight and how her heart was racing. Nobody knew what it was like to feel so wanted or to be so understood and nothing could convince Katya that this felt like another safe place for her. Katya knew that she was an inexperienced and clumsy kisser. This was, after all, her first kiss. It was enticing, burning, and oh so forbidden... It was like she was doing something wrong, but every other part of her screamed out that one message to tell her just how right it was to have someone who understood her tired, aching soul who had grown up far too soon yet was treated like a child for too long. She let James guide the kiss. Her right hand reached upward and trailed fingers along his cheekbones, only pausing a moment to break their kiss and whisper into it with a little pant. “D-do you desire something more than just my presence on your ship, Captain? I’m foolish, but not that silly. Is it that you desire me as a man would desire a woman? As one would lust for another...?” Katya’s voice quivered, desiring more of the kiss, but steeling herself for the answer. “My mother’s people prize their virginity. It’s a gift. I...I’ll give you a gift greater than song...”

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A Stolen Song

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There was a tense feeling in the air and the skies were iron. Everyone was on edge and Katya was doing her best to remain in the Captain’s quarters while focusing her duties to boot shining and mending his other shirt. She was comfortable in a simple chair with his shirt resting against her knees while she gently worked to mend the sleeve and reattach buttons. Humming a happy tune to herself, her thimble clicked against the needle while she focused. The last thing she needed now was Smee to come in and say the Captain needed his things now. All she required was a little more patience and she would be finished... Of course, she doubted Captain Hook would send Smee to fetch his things from her. He often came himself to see her. There was something odd about the two of them and the crew knew they were often speaking to each other and very close, but no one had dared to speak to either of them about their fondness of each other. She smiled, realizing that the Captain would likely give them the hook or force them to walk the plank.

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and she has fallen in love with a man who has no happy stories. but she makes him smile without realizing that now, all of his happy stories are of her.

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How you turn my world, you precious thing... You starve and near exhaust me. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. I move the stars for no one.

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‘The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.’

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She was not unwilling; he did not feel her tense or bristle at his touch. Quite the opposite in fact, as it seemed some part of her wanted more. He knew she was not entirely aware of it. She had not experienced such things before but he would show her if she was willing to learn. 

Admittedly, James did not like her speaking of leaving. He did not want the reminder that his one act of selflessness in eons might lose her forever. Would he even let her go in the end? Perhaps, if his dark, shriveled heart would find the means. 

For now, he could only offer incentive to return. Or stay.  

Without reservation or a second thought, James trailed slow kisses from her wrist down the underside of her arm. Her skin was, as ever, warm, perhaps more so from his attentions. 

“Dashing though I may be…” he growled in a whisper as he came to the join of her elbow. “Wonderful I am anything but…unless you wish it of me.” 

He brushed her dark tresses from her shoulder and then his hand cupped her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek and tilting her lips upward. 

“Do you wish it of me?” he asked, his mouth now hovering a hair’s breadth from hers, the heat of their breath mingling. “I will be anything you desire. You have made me your slave.” 

Katya found herself unable to grasp his words. The fierce Captain Hook, a man who had often terrified children in nursery stories but was still charming to those like Wendy and Tinkerbell would allow her to wish anything from him? She could understand asking a favor, but he referred to himself. He spoke of himself. He would be wonderful if she would wish it. Her eyelashes fluttered at the touch, relishing how he grazed his touch along her skin. The rest of her body was still slightly chilled from the night air, but James had begun to wake her and stir her body to attention. Her lips trembled and she drew in a sudden breath when it dawned on her just how near he was. “You fascinate me, Captain,” Katya admitted in a whisper. “Everything about you fascinates me. You would give yourself for a fairy song?” It endeared her to the captain and caused her to look upon him with feelings she had only felt this one time in her life. Her lips curled into a demure smile, though they trembled with excitement and her first taste of desire. She shuddered and closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotion and sudden heat. “I wish your happiness. Would my presence make you happy?”