CSBB Snippet
Here’s a snippet from a CSBB work in progress for you to enjoy!
Emma hissed lightly as she stepped into the hot spring. Taking her time to adjust to the heat of the water, Emma slowly crept further into the pond. The water only came to her stomach at its deepest point, so she kneeled down in order to fully submerge her upper half. She moaned when the hot water came up and over her breasts.
From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Hook shift on his stone seat and she realized that she must have been louder than she had thought or intended to be. Regardless, she couldn’t help vocalizing her pleasure as she shifted herself to the edge of the pond and allowed warmth of the rocks to sooth the tension in the muscles of her shoulders.
“If you are doing that a purpose, lass, I beg that you stop. Or I may need to find private place of my own,” Hook called to her, his legs shifting again.
“Why go off alone when you could just as easily join me?”
Emma’s words hung in the air between them.
After a minute, Hook replied, “That would be unwise, love, but I thank you for the invitation.”
Taken slightly aback, Emma rose from the pond and carefully walked across the shore until she was behind Hook. His breath hitched when she laid a hand on his shoulders. The muscles were tense, nearly as hard as the stone he sat on.
“Why, Captain, would that be unwise? We have already spent one night together. Why deny yourself another day?” She asked, pulling lightly at his shoulder to get him to turn around.
Hook denied her physical request and continued to stare resolutely ahead of him as he spoke.
“Because your offer is not made with pure intentions, lass.”
“You’re right. I have the most decidedly impure of intentions,” Emma whispered in his ear, before biting lightly at the lobe.
Her actions caused Hook to jump from his seat, muttering a few choice words about the powers of a siren. He turned to face her, but quickly closed his eyes when he caught sight of her nudity.
“Really?” She asked, incredulous.
“Play fair, love, please.” Hook removed his greatcoat and held it out to her on his hook.
Rolling her eyes as his dramatics, Emma grabbed the coat and quickly donned it. “Better?” She asked.
Opening only one eye at first, Hook released a sigh of relief when he saw that she was no longer naked. Though by the ways his eyes slowly assessed her, she wasn’t sure the coat was doing much to calm his obvious desire.
“Love, I would give up the treasure of Atlantis its self to spend another night of passion with you,” Hook said, holding up his hand when she made to approach him. “But not now, not today. You are grieving, Swan, and it would not be in good form for me to take advantage.”
Emma’s face must have darkened a little at his words, for Hook quickly tried to clarify himself.
“Not that I could take advantage of you, for you are a woman who can take care of herself. But, lass,” Hook paused, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, “People like us, who have experience with death and the taking of life, that sometimes, in the aftermath, we seek to reaffirm our own living status by engaging in…. lively activities.”
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