Crimson dripped to the forest floor as the young pirate lad grinned from ear to ear. That chest of his rose and fell with heavy breaths, and as he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand Harry Hook felt alive. More alive than he had in a while. Oh everything ached, and the First Mate knew he'd be walking around with bruises for a while, but the pain did nothing to dissuade the pleasure he took in their little dust up.
This girl was wild to be sure. Wild and wickedly wonderful. Just the fact that she had kept pace with him throughout it all, and had managed to deliver her fair share of damage to the pirate too...it was beyond exhilarating. Since arriving here in town the son of Captain Hook hadn't really had the chance to indulge in some entertaining violence. Yet Octavia had offered up a much needed release, and as she laid there looking up at him Hook could see that lust burning in her gaze.
There was no laughter or mocking in response to her request. If anything the lad just flashed her a crooked smile before nodding in complete agreement. And after pausing to both catch his breath, and to hastily strip off the confining clothing, Harry finally joined her there on the grass. Those fingers of his moved across her body; offering up a teasing touch but also aiding in removing her own clothes too. At last though the First Mate leaned in close to kiss her anew, and a soft rumbling purr of his own could be heard within his chest.