#askfemhook

[anotherbanneryearx]

┼ (askfemhook)

14. Watching porn

Emma scrambled to get the laptop closed when she heard the door behind her opening. "Oh, hey. I was just, you know, surfing the web and all that....."

askfemhook

[finding-milah]

"What?! (askfemhook)

SEND "What?!" FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION TO YOURS BLURTING OUT "I LOVE YOU" IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT.

"I DON'T BLOODY-- what?" All train of thought thrown out the window, the words having been tumbled out fast and unexpectedly. Milah loved her, undeniably so, and she knew that, but it had never been returned. Not in words. And she had to say, despite the circumstance it made her heart flood with emotion. She stepped forward, head canting and eyes going soft as a hand came up to tuck a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear. "Say it again. Tell me I wasn't imagining things."

[finding-milah]

"Smooch!" (askfemhook)

Send "Smooch!" for a reaction to my muse suddenly being kissed by yours.

It wasn't expected, but she wasn't in the least surprised. Not with how the night had been shaping up. Flirty exchanges and a good few tankards of rum. Her lips were soft and there was a light whimper while a hand came to rest at the base of the woman's neck, fingers tangling in dark waves. She was left breathless when she pulled away; an arm hooked around the pirate's waist and a smile playing on her lips. "Well now, I at least hope you'll be paying my tab..."

[finding-milah]

"Who did this to you?" (askfemhook)

MIlah shied away, not wanting her love to worry. It was only a scratch, honest. A small slice from a dagger from some standoff that'd gottten out of hand. "It's fine, honest. Not even deep enough to need stitching up."

[piratecaptainhook]

❤ (askfemhook because what)

The mist rolled off the harbor, streaking white tendrils wrapping themselves around the captain' s black coat as he stood gazing at the vessel docked in front of him.

The Jolly Roger.

Hook has been looking for her, had been tracking the missing ship for months. It had become apparent that she had been stolen and the captain had heart strange rumors of the one captaining her ..

He glanced around at the deserted docks and stole closer to the ship, gaining a better view of her deck. She seemed empty--the time late enough to where most would be in some tavern. 

Fingers gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to pull it out of its scabbard should there be a need. He crept up he gangplank, avoiding the wood in places he knew to me creaky. Captaining the same ship for over three centuries had its advantages, indeed. He reached the top, eyes scanning over an empty deck, and hand running out over the chipped railing. 

Home.

He closed his eyes, relishing in it; Too long he had been away from her. There would be time for nostalgia later though- the sound of faint music reached his ears, and Hook followed it to his cabin; His heavy boots treading softly across the sea worn wood. 

The candlelight flickered and danced across the figure of a woman; Her long and unruly black hair cascaded around her shoulders as she sat at the smaller piano Hook had moved into his cabin years before, fingers wildly attacking the keys.  He crept up slowly behind her, using the sound of the piano to mask his footsteps. The candlelight threw his shadow across her and she whirled to face him, a glint of metal distracting him.

His hook meet hers with a furious clang, even as he unsheathed his sword and held it to her throat. "So it's true.."he hissed, eying her hook. "The newest captain is impersonating me..I must tell you though, love..If it's me you're trying to be.." 

He chuckled darkly, ice blue eyes glinting in rage. 

"Well. You're missing a rather important part."