Note :
A big thanks to @captainswanismyendgame for helping with this one!
It was based on a bet I’ve made with my best friend @rezzzan9
So the only thing I will say is read till the end you’l be surprised ;)
He wouldn’t have believed her when she told him that it was a sport the first time she challenged him to do it more than once per week.
And they had been practicing all along since last month. They both knew all the position; they could do them with their eyes closed over and over. They just needed some practice, and practice they did. It was just the two of them: Emma and Killian between the four walls of the big room. They began at the same hour until their body couldn’t do it anymore.
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They started one hour ago and they were already panting. Sweat started to flow along their sink, hair sticking to their foreheads. They tried three of the six of the positions they planned to and it was already hard to stay focused.
“Ready for the number four, Killian?”
“You know I’m always ready for this one, love”
He answered her by lifting his eyebrow, his voice so low and she cursed him in her mind. Of course he was ready. This was the one where they both worked in the same rhythm; both starting at the same time so they reached the high together.
She closed her eyes listening to the sound as she breathed heavily.
Position number four : done.
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He always loved when she came from that direction, feeling her breath against his skin without her touching him, and her smell invading his personal space. And he fought so hard not to close his eyes, always reminding himself to keep his eyes on her body. He loved it moved in front of him, and how she disappeared behind his own as they swapped places with Killian in front of her momentarily.
The light blinded him as he does the “hook”. He loved this one when he comes but she always struggled slightly due to the penetration. He always won this round.
He looked at her as they both caught their breath, sneering at her face.
“I hope you know that I hate you when you do that, Killian...”
“Aye Swan, I know. But admit it, you love me for it.”
“We’ll talk about that when we’ll switch the position and...”
He gave her a chaste kiss, not letting her finish her sentence before sitting against the nearest wall, where his flask was waiting for him. After what he just has done, he better prepare himself for what she was planning for him.
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“You couldn’t handle it, Jones.”
“Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it.”
It was a déjà-vu and still, she had the same shivers all along her spine, as well as butterflies in her belly. The very same drive, telling her to go and crash her lips against his asking for more and more, and it felt intoxicating.
She shook her head, knowing her objective.
One . Two. Three. She hits. And the second later after the light dazzles her; she looked down, her favourite pirate lay on his back, his breathing heavy as he tried to recover from the hit.
She panted, kneeling next to him, her mouth right next to his ears as she whispered the question, a soft smile on her lips.
“Yeah well next time you hit me with that, don’t hit the face, Swan…” he answered slowly, mumbling.
“Oh come on Killian, it’s just a ball! Nothing compared to compare to what you’ll get tonight”
He looked at her, doing the same thing with his eyebrow when she talked about that subject
"You know I like when you talk to me like that with me, Swan. Final Round after the shower then?"
"Yeah, the last round."
She helped him stand up from the floor, heading for the changing room of the gymnasium, leaving the volleyball field for the day.
"Oh, and prepare you to lose. Again," she winked at him and stole a kiss before hopping in the bug.
So this is a very belated bday gift for Mona. I started writing it post 5x04 but real life had other ideas. Anyway Happy Birthday Mona.
AN: A big, even enormos thank you for betaing goes to captain-k-jones and amagicalship( smut writing consultations are very important).
Read on: AO3
When everything was over she just couldn’t find her place. She avoided Granny’s - the dwarfs were there too often. She couldn’t, wouldn’t face her parents, or Regina, or even Henry... Though, Henry was the most understanding of the whole bunch. It was Henry who pulled Killian aside to whisper something into his ear. Then he pulled her into a hug, his arms tight around her waist, and told her that she needed to take care of herself, that everything else could wait. It was Henry who told her to go with Killian and Henry who put their overwhelming family in line when they protested. So Killian took her hand in his and she went with him absentmindedly, hoping she would find peace wherever he was taking her.
Lost in her own thoughts, she had not realized where they were until she almost tripped over the threshold. She stopped dead in her tracks, like a wounded animal. He’d brought her to the Jolly Roger, to the captain's quarters. That room. It brought back too many memories. She shut her eyes, desperately trying to chase the images away. To not think about how she had hurt him here or how he had hurt her in return. She felt her chin shaking as tears stung beneath her eyelids. She couldn’t be there, wouldn’t…
“Emma.” His husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine as he took her in his arms. “Don’t do this to yourself love.” She opened her eyes as he ran his hand up and down her leather clad back. His blue depths held warmth in them. Warmth and concern.
Looking at him, she tried to smile through tears but the moment her lips parted she let out a broken sob. She shut her eyes in an instant and let him slide his arms around her frame. He held her close, running his hand through her hair. It was gold and free again, falling down her back in soft waves.
“I’ve got you Emma.” His soft whisper against her temple. Tears that fell down freely now as she buried her face in Killian’s chest. Pained whimpers escaped her trembling lips as he rocked her back and forth while whispering comforting words in her hair. “Everything is going to be all right. Everything is going to be just fine.” His lips were a ghost on her forehead.
He was the only one who made her feel safe. In his arms, she was able to let her walls fall, to let herself cry for what she become, for the villainous things she had done, for the suffering she had caused.
Emma didn't know how long they stood there. Time seemed to be irrelevant. The only thing that mattered were his arms around her. Slowly, as her tears dried, her sobs becoming less frequent. She pulled away from him after a while, but he did not let her go, his hooked arm still resting around her waist.
“Sorry.” She felt a blush rising on her cheeks when she noticed the state his shirt was in. It was completely drenched in the place where her head rested.
Killian smiled softly at her, his eyes twinkling.
“It’s quite alright love. You can ruin my shirts whenever you like.”
Feeling the corner of her lips rise up, she hit him playfully on his chest. He gasped, feigning hurt and for the moment everything seemed to be just fine, just like in the old days. But then her gaze lingered on the old battered table in the middle of the captain’s quarters. The same table, she’d mocked their first date at. The same on where she tried to play him, manipulate him using her soft pink dress. Where they both broke each other’s hearts.
Emma took in a sharp breath. Pain wracked her heart, she wanted to run, to forget the hurt in his eyes, the trembling of his voice. She shook her head, her whole body stiffening as it got ready to run. She did not belong here. She didn’t have the right to be here. She didn’t deserve him, didn’t deserve his forgiveness. A swallowed sob escaped her lips again as fresh tears fell down her cheeks.
Emma felt his warm hand covering her own. It’s comforting warmth surrounded her again as he squeezed her trembling fingers.
“Don’t do this to yourself love.” She heard his gravely whispers. “Don’t dwell in misery. What’s done is done. You need to look to the future.”
Emma nodded her head. She knew he was right but knowing did not make her feelings disappear, didn’t make her hate for herself disappear. She wanted to rip out her own heart, to stop these overwhelming feelings.
Her legs shook and, for a second, she feared they would collapse but Killian… Oh the always present Killian steadied her, tightening his hold around her waist. He searched her eyes and just knew. Knew how exhausted she was, both emotionally and physically. Placing his right arm under her knees, she let out a surprised squeak as he picked her up. Emma was not some damsel in distress, she did not need to be carried. Except, tonight she might let it slip, tonight she needed his gallantry. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her nose into his collarbone, inhaling his scent. He smelled of rum and leather, of home, of safety.
“You need rest love,” he said placing her on top of his bunk and sitting next to her. She intertwined her fingers around his neck, refusing to let him go.
“No! Please don’t go.” She hated to sound so weak, so vulnerable. She couldn’t, wouldn’t let him leave, too scared he might disappear, too scared she would be left alone with her fears. Fears that would turn her dreams to nightmares. Villains did not deserve happy endings and she... She was a villain.
“Emma?” His voice was soft as he reached his hand up to her joined ones delicately. “I'm not going anywhere love.” His lean fingers started to separate her clutched ones. Freeing himself from her grip, he placed her hands on her knees. Slowly, he reached for her leather clad legs and pushed them off his own knees. “I’m just going to help you lay down, aye?” Emma nodded her head as she watched him slipping from the bunk to the floor. He was not going anywhere. He was going to stay with her. She needed to calm down. Everything was going to be just fine.
Reaching out for her boot, Killian gave her a small encouraging smile. He propped her ankle against his hook as his slim fingers caught the zipper. Slowly, he started to pull it down. The unzipping sound filled the otherwise silent cabin and she found herself breathing hard. He grabbed the heel and pulled the boot off. It clicked against the hardwood floor, even though he put it away very carefully. When he reached for the second boot, her heart started to beat madly. Removing footwear shouldn’t do things like this to her. Yet it did.
Smiling lovingly at her, he rubbed her toes with his palm. It sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to tremble beneath his fingers. His eyes dulled, concern flashing in them. Strangely enough, even though she was supposed to be an open book for him, he took her shivers as a sign of exhaustion, because soon enough he was helping her to put her feet up on the bunk.
Sitting on the red quilt beside her, he reached out for the zipper of her extravagant leather jacket. She inhaled sharply as he started to pull the tab down. His eyes shot up to meet her gaze.
“Are you alright love?” He frowned in concern, his hand letting go of the half undone zipper.
Emma shook her head slightly trying to get rid of the fire his touch had ignited in her veins. What was she thinking, he was only trying to help and she… she thought he was going to… Get a grip Emma!
“I’m ok.” The words leaving her lips were shaky at best and, judging by his probing look, he didn’t buy it. Open book indeed. Of course he knew she was not ok.
Smiling softly, she put her hand to his cheek, traced her thumb against his scruff. Killian’s eyelids fluttered and he leaned into her caress, letting out a small sigh. God, she missed this. She missed him being so… open with her.
“I’m ok,” she said in a stronger voice. ”It’s just…” His hand covered hers as he opened his eyes to look at her. Trying to find the right words, she bit her lip. “This place brings back memories… bad memories…” He opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue but she only shook her head to stop him. “I ruined everything. I ruined our love.” The tears were back, falling down her cheeks again.
His arms were around her in an instant, pulling her closely to him.
“You didn’t.” His husky whisper tickled her temple before he placed a kiss there. “That wasn’t you love.” He kissed her forehead while pushing a golden lock behind her ear. The look in his eyes… it made her feel beautiful, worthy even. “That was the Dark One, but she’s gone now. ” He moved closer to her. “There is only Emma here.” As his forehead touched hers, he bumped his nose against her. “Only you here.” His fingers brushed away a lock of hair, plastered against her wet cheek. “As for the memories…” His eyes were the purest blue she had ever seen. “We can always make new ones.“
He took one look at her and knew, just knew what to say to make her feel better, to chase the nightmares away. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered huskily. “Nothing can ever change that.” Her heart flipped at his words. Feeling the tears gathering in her eyes fall again, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled his lips to hers. Kissing him was like coming home. He was her home, she thought as she tilted her head to open her mouth beneath his. He pulled away, surprise shining in his eyes.
“Emma?” The question in his gaze reminded her of that time in Merlin's Tower. When she threw herself at him in seek of relief and comfort.
“Please.” She was desperate, desperate to forget. “I need you…” She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “Help me…” She put her palm to his scruffy cheek again. “Help me to forget… Help me to heal.”
Understanding flashed in his eyes, before he dipped down his head to give her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He brushed his lips against hers in a soft caress, butterfly kisses he knew she loved so much. She sighed into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of rum on his breath.
He was taking things slow, waiting for her lead as always and she was grateful for that. Grateful that he left her a way out just in case she changed her mind. She wouldn’t though. Instead she grabbed his hand and guided it to the zipper of her jacket. Breaking the kiss to look into his eyes, she curled his fingers around the pull tab. Killian shivered beneath her touch. He was breathing heavily when she guided his hand with her own, pulling the zipper down as her eyes never left his. His gaze was dark and hot beneath his ridiculously long eyelashes and he looked flushed as his breath tickled her nose. The tips of his elvish ears were the same color as his cheeks.
When the work was done, she shook off the jacket and reached to pull him to her. He moved towards her and she threw her leg over his to sit even closer to him before leaning to capture his lips with hers. His eyelashes fluttered closed seconds before she kissed him again. His mouth opened beneath hers as he tilted his head and traced his tongue along her bottom lip in that delicious way that always made her gasp in pleasure. With his hooked arm, he pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss with a slight groan. His fingers absentmindedly brushed against the hem of her tank top, making her shiver beneath his touch.
Her hands moved on their own accord to his shoulders, under the collar of his jacket to push it off in one swift move. Never breaking the kiss, he shook the garment off and let out a deep groan when she reached for the buttons of his vest. Her fingers tumbled with the small buttons. How the hell did he manage to unbutton them one handed when she had trouble with two? She almost cursed under her breath in frustration but then he pulled her hair away from her neck with his hook and his mouth left hers to brush the now exposed skin. His lips ghosted over her sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses in their wake. Closing her eyes in anticipation, she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. When the tip of his tongue brushed against her collarbone, she let out a breathy moan.
She felt Killian smiling against her shoulder before he pulled the strap of her tank top down. His scruff left a pleasant burn as he skimmed over the part of her skin that was previously covered by the dark cotton. White-hot desire rushed through her veins and she had to push him away for a second to recover. The vest was undone but she needed to get him out of that shirt before she would lose herself in his touch completely. She needed it off.
He shot her a confused look as she started to unbutton his shirt with trembling fingers. When the last button was undone, she pushed the edges apart to run her palms down his sculptured chest. The dark wavy hair felt soft beneath her fingertips. She felt him shiver and then... his lips were on hers again, kissing her with a feverish passion.
Emma whimpered into his mouth as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Killian broke the kiss to help her take the shirt off in one swift move. Winding his good arm around her waist he pulled her closer to him.
“I am never letting you go, Emma…” He placed a kiss against the corner of her lips. “Never.” Desperate kisses fell against her cheek as he slid his hand beneath the hem of her top, tracing light patterns on her back with his thumb.
Her trembling fingers unbuckled the straps holding his brace in its place. When she finally took it off, she felt him grabbing the material of her top. Too impatient to wait she helped him take it off, pulling it quickly over her head. The hungry look in his eyes proved her choice to forgo a bra had been a good one.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingers brushed against her breast in the lightest of caresses but she was done waiting. Winding her hands in his hair, she laid back on the red quilt and pulled him with her. Her lips caught his the exact moment her head hit the pillow. She used the fingers in his hair as leverage, moving his head to the side and deepening the kiss. Killian let out a gravelly moan at her actions. He sounded totally wrecked and it made her heart hammer against her ribcage like she had just run a marathon.
His lean frame was situated just perfectly between her legs, sending a delicious heat wave through her center with the slightest move. She shivered beneath him as his fingertips traced a path down her neck and shoulder, brushing the side of her breast and over the curve of her hip. Never breaking the kiss, he hooked his thumb in the waistband of her underwear and started to slowly pull them, as well as her leggings, down.
Too slowly.
Lifting her hips up, she broke the kiss to slide the garments off her legs. She felt his hot breath against her collarbone and, by the stiffness of his body, she could tell he was trying to refrain himself from losing control. Only she wanted him to lose control.
She bit his earlobe as her hand worked frantically to open the belt buckle of his jeans. When her nails brushed against his abdomen, he let out a throaty moan. It made her more focused somehow, more grounded. Pulling the zipper down, she unbuttoned his jeans really fast. He hissed when her fingertips brushed his hardness. Smirking gleefully at the effect her touch had on him, she pushed her hands down over his hips and under the waistband of his boxers briefs. His eyes fluttered shut and he bit his bottom lip as she smoothed her palms over his buttocks, pushing them down. Killian lifted himself up to shake the jeans off and by the sound of a loud thud she knew he had gotten rid of his shoes too.
He crawled over her, his eyes dark and pupils dilated as he took her in. He looked at her as if he could use his eyes to kiss her. She felt like a goddess under his gaze, worshipped and beautiful. Trying to encourage him to move and actually do something other than stare as he hovered over her, she ran her foot up and down his calf. He trembled at her actions, which made her smile before she anchored her legs around his hips and pulled him on top of her. He chuckled, letting her guide him where she needed him. Emma's breath caught in her throat as his hard length brushed against her core. His tip teased her entrance, his eyes wide, breath heavy as he waited for her to make the first move.
She felt tears pricking her eyes. He had always put her first. She reached out for him, tangling her hands in his hair and guiding his lips to hers. She knew he wanted to take things slow to treasure the moment, to worship her, but there would be a time for that later. Now, she just needed him to be with her to undo all the bad memories, to undo her.
As his mouth brushed against hers she tightened the hold of her legs around his waist, helping him slide into her folds. He complied with her wishes, filing her deliciously. She had never felt so whole before. Killian shuddered as his length slid all the way home, and she knew he felt the same way. Open book after all.
His tongue traced her bottom lip, begging her to open her mouth to his. A plea to which she happily responded to, loosening the hold of her legs around his waist. He kissed her lazily for a while as if he was just enjoying the feel of her around him. She sighed contentedly as he begun the brush his hand down her hip. He hooked her leg around his hip once more and bit on her bottom lip sending a shudder through her.
“Killian,” she whimpered as he laid open mouthed kissed down her throat and to her breasts. He dragged his teeth over her nipple, sucking on it when she let out a pained gasp. Seeking some friction, she lifted her hips up. His chuckle quickly turned into a breathy moan when her movements caused him to move within her. “Please move!”
He quickly obliged, thrusting into her, stretching her in just the perfect way. She dragged her nails against his scarred back. Pulling him even closer, she whispered against his ear to go faster. They moved together frantically, his chest hair leaving a pleasant burn against her chest with every move. Sweat started to trickle down the valley between her breasts, the air getting hotter. The cool metal of his charms contrasted heavily with the warmth of his body against her skin.
His eyes were dark as he moved above her, grinding, thrusting, sliding in and out. She let out a moan when he slid even deeper than before and his lips were on hers instantly. He tangled his fingers into her locks and pulled her head closer to him. Her hands moved from his back to his bottom, squeezing his buttocks as she guided him to move faster. Letting go of her lips, he traced her neck with open mouthed kisses, nibbling on her collar bone. She let her hands and mouth wander all over his body, all over wherever she could reach. She wanted him, all of him. Every scar, every hair, every inch of his body, every piece of his soul.
Every touch of his lips against her skin, every caress of his hand, took her higher and higher. Every kiss, every touch undid the bad memories that lingered in the cabin of his ship. He wound his arm under her waist, moving her higher against the bunk and changing his angle a little so that with his next thrust he hit her sweet spot in just the right way and she saw stars beneath her closed eyelids. She curled her toes catching the red quilt underneath her body and sucked on his bottom lip. Feeling the tension building higher and higher she lifted up her hips to meet his thrusts. She gasped into his mouth and her walls fluttered around him, sending them both over the edge. Flying. She felt as if she was flying, free and lightweight. This was heaven. She opened her eyes to look at him as he let out a groan before he stilled above her. The room seemed brighter and there was so much affection shining in his eyes, she almost felt like crying. She smoothed his hair from his forehead and took his face into her palms.
“I love you.” His eyes shone with happiness at her words as he bumped his nose against hers.
“I love you too.”
Later when he ran his hand up and down her back as she laid content and boneless in his arms, Emma decided that she liked making new memories. Happy memories that one day might be able to dull the bad ones. Ones that would help her to heal as many wounds as possible, to undo a the very least some parts of the past. It would not be easy. Fighting for good things never was but Killian was right here beside her and she knew he would not let her fail. She snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. She felt so safe in his arms and when Killian placed a soft kiss on top of her head while caressing the naked skin of her hip, she felt optimistic again. Maybe there was still a chance for a happy ending for them.
A/N: First, thank you for all the lovely feedback for the last chapter. Secondly, I wanted to allay some of the fears expressed about Emma being drunk. She did have four tequila shots in a row (hence why she fell asleep). Killian came home hours later, so they were very much on their way out of her system by then! So, the ones she had when he came home would have less of an impact.
And needless to say, I see Emma as the kind of girl who is used to dealing with hard liquor!
Also, this is an M RATED chapter.
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Impulsiveness had always been one of her flaws. She’d gotten in more trouble than she chose to remember in her younger years with her act first, think later attitude.
And making out with Killian was certainly one of her more impulsive decisions of late.
Not that she wanted to stop.
When his lips had touched hers the buzzing pain in her head quickly disappeared. She was no longer thinking and worrying - instead, she concentrated on the rhythm of his breathing and the pressure of his body against hers. She felt calm; even though her heart was racing. His caress was soothing: his fingers slipping through her hair, a strong hand gripping her hip as his body pressed hers back against the couch.
No, she didn’t want to stop.
Stopping would mean talking, thinking…and the moment ending. So as much as denials flashed through her mind screaming ‘stop’ ‘wait’ ‘think’, she shut them down.
When their hips aligned, she felt him hardening against her, the telltale signs of arousal clearly evident though his formal pants. A sharp thrill shot through her body at the sensation. She drew one leg around his thigh, anchoring his body to hers, rocking gently and telling him to continue.
This was really happening.
Next, damp kisses found her neck, the feather light touch catching her breath in her throat as she fixed her hands to cup his head, beckoning him to continue his exploration lower.
How long had it been since she’d had sex? Damn, she didn’t even know. So many months had passed since she had even been kissed properly (passionately, with promises of more, that is).
Killian kissed quite exquisitely, telling a story of need against her lips.
It took her by surprise how his hands worked her flesh and fired up her want for him so quickly. Apparently his British restraint may have been merely an illusion. And the lingering crush she had for him was growing all the more serious with every touch.
Then his teeth nipped at the flesh of her breasts as he pulled down the scoop neckline of her shirt. She bit back a groan, holding back her appreciation of his attentions even as her body selfishly soaked up those very sensations. Fear kept her silent, though as the minutes ticked by that silence was harder bought; not quite wanting to let him know what he was doing to her. Not yet, anyway.
“Emma,” he mumbled against her skin, “Is this… good?”
Swallowing hard, she replied, “Yes,” simultaneously tightening her grip on his hair.
“Do you want to move somewhere more comfortable?” he asked, a hint of a tremble in his voice.
A heart-thudding second passed. She licked her lips and tugged on his hair until their eyes met.
The ball was in her court. She could nip this in the bud, pretend it was all a drunken mistake…
“Bedroom,” she panted.
To hell with the consequences.
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Each kiss was deep and full of more longing, leading his mind astray as his hands wandered. Touching her, feeling her - it was more than he could have imagined. Beneath him she was warm and pliant, with a hint of spice in her kisses and an arch of her back; one that pushed her hips so deliciously against his.
“Bedroom.”
His stomach lurched at her command.
The want he’d hidden away - the feelings for her that had swarmed around for months now - were finally being allowed some freedom. And that in itself was scary (and exciting) as hell.
Feet hitting the floor, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to stand, his fingers finding the patch of warm skin between her shirt and sweats. Tugging her against him, he kissed her again, perhaps a little too harshly but by her soft moan, he assumed she didn’t mind.
God, she was addictive. Their brief earlier kisses only hinted at how she blossomed when passion took hold.
They stumbled awkwardly toward the bedroom between kisses; sidestepping around the couch as her cool fingers worked his shirt from his pants and then slid beneath the cotton, her nails tracing a delicious trail. His muscles contracted under her touch, tightening and twisting in anticipation.
Somehow they made it to the wall outside the bedroom, the door was closed so one of them had to untangle their hands to open it. But Killian was more concerned with what his hands could do to her clothing, gently pulling at the cotton of her t-shirt until she raised her arms so he could toss it aside.
And damn she was beautiful. All creamy skin and white lace, he took a second just to stare at her, half dumbstruck, half scared-
This was really happening.
Before he could express another thought, she was pressing him back against said wall, pushing up on her toes to nip at the scruff-covered skin of his neck.
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Her tongue ran along his jaw - the twin tastes of bitter cologne and salt lining her mouth as she let her body take what it wanted. Quick fingers worked the buttons of his shirt undone with an ease that was somewhat at odds with the tipsy feeling in her mind and the blood rush that flushed her skin and thudded in her ears.
It was useless denying that she had wanted this since almost the first time they had met. To feel his skin against hers, to know what it felt like to be the object of his attentions… And now that it was happening, part of her knew she ought to stop, but if felt so good-
She already had too many regrets, had spent too long denying herself for fear of the consequences. So now, just this once, she would be brave and foolish at the same time.
Finally, his buttons were undone and she pushed the shirt over his shoulders. She could touch him now more easily, feel the soft hair of his chest under her palms and the lean muscle beneath them.
It felt divine. He was a handsome, beautiful man, and she felt herself drunk again, overwhelmed and intoxicated; not from tequila, but from him.
Suddenly, his hand found the door handle and they tumbled into the bedroom.
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Catching her mouth in another searing kiss, Killian pulled back, panting. The seconds stretched out between them, both seemingly hesitant. He wanted her to be sure, ‘ever the gentleman’ Will would chide him.
The small smile that flickered at the edges of her mouth seemed to say what words couldn’t - yes, I want this.
Tumbling, falling, kissing…hands and legs and mouths in a delightful cocktail of sensation that had them clawing at each other’s remaining clothing, that desperate search for bare flesh lasting mere moments until she was laid out on the comforter, clad only in her underwear, functional but undeniably sexy white lace items that made his throat constrict.
“You’re bloody gorgeous,” he said with wonder as he climbed over her body, caging her in.
She didn’t reply, but he swore she blushed, tilting her head away from his. Not able to take a compliment. He understood. He understood her very well now in many ways, and the more he learned the more he wanted to know.
Right now, he wanted to know what she liked - where she liked to be touched - hard or soft, what actions would make her cry out, whether she would sigh or scream…
He was just about to engage her in another compliment when he was stopped by her hand snaking into his underwear and cupping him.
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“Fuck,” he moaned deliciously. The groan went straight to her gut.
They were really doing this.
She used her other hand to pull down his boxer briefs as his fondled her breasts, thumbs rubbing against her erect nipples, sending teasing shocks to her core. She tightened her hand around him - he was hot and heavy in her palm. She could feel herself getting wetter at the prospect of feeling him inside her.
Shit, it had been way too long…
It only took a few more writhing minutes of kisses and touches until they were both bare.
Unashamedly naked, she wrapped herself around him.
If she was less attracted to him, it would have been easier. To play the seductress or nonchalant one (the kind of girl she pretended to be when she found a guy for the night). But all the pent up desire that she had for him was inevitably her downfall.
Cradled between her legs, he licked, teased and pressed the soft skin of her breasts as she rocked beneath him. Sighing and moaning at his attentions, she felt the room begin to spin. His hard length pressed against her stomach, warm and inviting and - damn, she knew there was no going back now.
But once would be enough to rid herself of this need for him, wouldn’t it?
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Tentatively he slid his hand over her stomach, her breath hitching when he reached her dampness. So wet already. He bit his lip in anticipation.
With measured movements, he worked at her clit with his thumb, responding to her soft moans, eventually replacing fingers with mouth and tongue. Her legs splayed wider apart, her breathing quickened.
She tasted both tart and musky, a tantalizing combination which made him yearn to make her come apart for him. He needed see her come - to see her truly stripped of the barriers and worries and the emotional armor she always wore.
Gently, he pressed a finger inside her and she let out a whispered curse. He couldn’t resist a slightly smug smile tugging at his mouth. Arching his digit, he searched for the combination of angle and pressure that would be her undoing.
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“Oh God,” Emma panted, hands clawing at the comforter for purchase.
Was this a dream? Some crazy, drunken dream?
The strong spike of pleasure that hit as he worked a second finger inside her assured her this was not the case.
“Relax, love,” he muttered, drifting cool air over her dampness, pressing his palm down on her hip to anchor her in place.
And biting down on her lip and throwing an arm over her face, she tried to do just that.
And although it was no dream, she found herself spiraling upwards: higher, higher, higher…
///
When she came, her heels dug into his back and her fingers wove their way into his hair- he continued working her through it, feeling her flex around his fingers. Her soft cry was everything he hoped to hear, the perfect sign he’d satisfied her.
He licked his lips as he pulled away, a sense of satisfaction radiating through him, almost making him forget how painfully hard he was. Moving aside, he listened to her heavy breathing as he lay on his back watching shadows from the lights outside dance across the ceiling.
No going back now, he thought.
Though exactly what that meant, he wasn’t sure.
He was just about to turn and say something to her (something, anything to avoid an awkward moment) when her hands were on him, quickly followed by her mouth - Christ - her hot mouth…
Words escaped him as she began to devour his erection, her hair brushing over his chest, her soft thighs sliding over his-
God, it felt good. Incredible. She seemed to know instantly how to make him crumble. They were so in bloody sync he wanted to kick himself. He’d been in denial about their attraction since the moment he had met her.
And now part of him wanted to halt her – tell her slow down at least, because he wasn’t going to last long and he wanted to savor this unexpected moment. Because he knew Emma and he knew that whatever happened next would be up to her-
///
“Killian…” she whispered, “Condom…?”
His flushed face rose, hair delightfully disheveled.
“Shit,” he muttered, scowling. “Fuck. I don't have any.”
“Oh,” she sighed, shivering in disappointment. “Well, um-“
Disappointment crashed around her. Still on a high from her orgasm, all she wanted now was more. She was greedy and hungry for him. Her body ached to feel him moving above her, filling her- she knew it would be incredible. She just knew.
Before he could say any more, she needed to take control of the situation, to avoid a conversation about what they were doing- she reached for him again.
“You don’t - you don’t have to, love-“ he panted, she could see he was straining against his arousal.
Licking her lips, she smiled shyly, “I want to,” she insisted.
And she wasn’t lying.
///
The light in the bathroom was harsh and she winced as it flickered into life. Avoiding her reflection, she picked up a washcloth and dampened it under the warm tap, pressing it against her stained skin as she tried to gather her thoughts. It had only taken mere minutes of her hands and mouth until he came, crying her name, cradling his body as he shuddered through his release. It had been surprisingly intimate and caring, not like the one night guys she was used to.
She shivered.
How had that just happened? She tried to trace the series of events of the evening, but she was too tired and her bruised skin had begun to ache again.
And now things would be complicated, wouldn’t they?
Tormented by her inner thoughts, she spared a glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks pink and expression thoroughly relaxed.
It had been good. Shit, it had been really good. He was indeed talented with his mouth and his hands and she couldn’t help but imagine how truly being with him would feel. But she shook that thought away. Whatever had happened just then had to be a one off.
It just had to be.
Suddenly, she felt incredibly naked and vulnerable. Whereas moments earlier she had been brave and seductive, now she felt weak and foolish. Scanning the room, she saw one of Killian’s flannel shirts sitting on top of the laundry hamper. Picking it up, she pulled it on, thankful for the coverage it provided as she fastened the small buttons.
Sucking in a deep breath, she prepared herself to face him again.
But as she turned to the door she caught a whiff of his cologne on the shirt collar and she couldn’t help but tremble.
Her feelings for him were growing and she knew she was powerless to stop it.
///
When she slipped away to clean herself up, Killian let out a sigh. His cheeks puffed out as he tried to calm his racing heart.
Now that the haze of lust had started to recede, worry set in. Worry they had made things more complicated. Worry that now things would be awkward. Worry that she would pull away.
But he didn’t regret what had happened.
She was a beautiful, amazing woman and it seemed like no one had ever told her - or shown her - in a long time. Or perhaps ever.
The door opened and she smiled shyly. She’d slipped into one of his flannel shirts that he had left in the bathroom. The sight of her in his clothing made a lump form in his throat. She looked so delicate and soft - the opposite of the persona she normally presented.
And he also couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful. As she always did.
“Come here, love,” he motioned to the space next to him on the bed. For a second she hesitated, looking towards the door. It was like he could see the barriers that had slipped by in the past hour suddenly shooting back up. “Please?” he asked. Not pleading, not desperate… just hopeful.
He just wanted to hold her, if only for tonight, to just play pretend that things were different and both of them were more perfect, undamaged versions of themselves -
If only temporarily.
///
Slipping under the covers, she tried to relax. She was too tired to protest his invitation to return to the bed. She needed to sleep and rest, it would be the best way to help her injuries heal. And to let her mind wrap itself around that evening.
Silently, his arm slipped around her and pulled her to him. He was warm and comforting and it had been so long since a man had held her that she didn’t bother trying to resist, instead she snuggled into him. He was warm and firm and safe.
Fingers splayed over his chest, she softly whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“For…?”
“For…for the way I spoke to you earlier. For pushing you away. It’s just the way I react.”
Killian turned so they were face to face.
“I get it,” he replied, his fingertips trailing over the collar of his shirt. “I do the same thing.”
She smiled, relaxing just a little. Her mind clear of alcohol and lust, she felt almost content in his arms. A feeling that was very unfamiliar.
And now she felt the least he deserved was an explanation.
“Do you miss her?” she asked.
He met her eyes and a look of understanding came over him, “Yes, sometimes,” he admitted.
Emma sighed and looked away from him, “I was with a guy, a long time ago. He wasn’t so great to me. But I still miss him sometimes too. Dumb, huh?”
“He was your first love?”
“I don’t even know if he was. I think it wasn’t really love. I guess I just liked the idea of someone loving me and me loving them back.” And that was the first time she had ever admitted that out loud - something she had feared for a long time.
“What’s made you feel like this?”
She shrugged, “Getting older? Reflecting on things? I’m not sure.”
“Maybe you give your younger self too little credit,” he smiled.
Emma shook her head, “I don’t think he loved me though. How could he?” I’m not loveable was what she wanted to add.
Killian’s blue eyes began to crinkle softly at the edges. “Not defending this bloke, but sometimes people hurt the ones they care most about. Somehow it can be easier than facing up to the consequences of their actions.”
Mulling that over for a second, she interlaced her fingers over her chest. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten the pain. Almost. Now she could only really remember that it had hurt and that she had promised herself never to feel that way again.
“When things ended with Neal - that was his name - my heart didn’t just break, it shattered. And into so many pieces that even now I wonder how I ever put them back together,” she took a deep breath, the every present ache in her chest from his betrayal suddenly more apparent, “Ever since then, I’ve known- known - that if I were ever to let someone in again, to trust someone with my emotions… that the next time my heart broke, I wouldn’t survive it.” She took a deep breath, “That’s why I am this way.”
His hand rested on top of hers and squeezed it gently. She liked his touch, it was soothing.
“You know when Milah died, I think part of me died too - the part that was able to love. A person can only take so much, right? I guess what I’m trying to say is, I understand.”
Emma couldn’t help but chuckle wryly. “Well, that makes us quite the pair then…”
They both were quiet for a few moments, enough to hear the sounds of traffic in the distance outside.
“Emma, do you regret this…”
She hesitated the barest second. “No. I don’t.”
He let out a sigh of evident relief and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Good… So where does that leave… us.”
The question she had been dreading. She had been hoping, in fact, that this conversation could wait until the morning, or the next day… or never.
“I don’t know…“ she began, feeling herself start to ramble, “but, it can’t be more than this… I mean, I value your friendship…and-”
“Me too,” he interjected, “I’m just not ready for anything more in my life - probably never will be.”
Relief flooded through her.
And disappointment. Cold disappointment.
“Okay… good… so… um…”
“Maybe we can at least forgo with couch surfing for now, since this bed is perfectly big enough for two?” he suggested.
“Deal,” she agreed, nodding gently. She nestled a little closer to him, drinking in his warmth. “I think I need to sleep,” she sighed with a fake yawn.
Painfully aware that they hadn’t really discussed what had happened at all.
///
“Alright love, goodnight,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple.
He enjoyed having her laying with him like this.
But it didn’t help what was happening inside him - the memory of the panic in her voice when he tried to broach what had happened, the visible barriers that rose-
He should have known. He knew her. He knew how she would react-
So he’d lied. Said he would never be ready to open his life - and his heart - again.
Because the thing was, as Emma Swan lay in his arms that night, he began to realize that she was perhaps the perfect antidote to the malady that had afflicted him since Milah died: making his broken heart feel…not quite as broken.
But could he be the same to her?
///
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If you don't look for the quiet moments, life's gonna pass you by. PWP - M rated. (I had to post this from a phone so apologies for not adding a read more...) /// He was trying to concentrate. Kind of. Leaning over the desk, a map of the town unfurled beneath his fingers, his eyes traced the town boundaries, trying to decide where best to set up watch sentries. But Emma - goddamn Emma Swan, saviour, princess and bloody insatiable as she was - was determined to distract him. Frowning, he sighed when he felt her breath against his neck. It was the prickling of a thousand tiny, hot needles - he shifted, his skin burning, tugging at his collar. "I think ten towers will cover the boundary - we'll split the day into three shifts. Do we have enough volunteers?" "Uhuh," she whispered, pressing up against his back, her words throaty and deep, hitting him right in the pit of his stomach where his muscles instantly tightened. "Did I ever tell you your ass is amazing?" "Swan," he whined, clenching his fist against the hard wooden surface, "We have work to do." "Yes," she cooed as she undid a button of his shirt, slipping her hand inside. Her fingers were cold and he flinched a little when the contact jolted his warm skin. Killian sucked in a breath through his teeth, summoning up his final self control. "But we know the attack won't happen until the full moon, and that's a week away. And-" Killian swallowed as her hand slid up his chest, brushing against a hardened nipple. "And?" he panted. She ghosted her lips over the junction of his neck and shoulder whilst pushing her hips against his ass. "And, even the saviour needs a break now and then." The fire of desire that always glowed in his belly jumped to life as he turned his head, catching her lips in a brief kiss as he twisted his body to face hers. "And I though you were a professional, love." She licked her lips, tilting back her head as she smiled and her green eyes sparkled. "Oh, I am. But all work and no play makes Emma-" Choosing that moment to press herself flush against him, Emma grabbed his head, tugging on his hair as she hungrily kissed his lips, harder and more wantonly until she pulled back, gasping, "-a very, frustrated girl." Her whispered words reminded him that it had been two days since they had been alone - two days without his Emma, her mind, her body, her love... "Well we can't have that, can we?" he replied, his brow cocked, a conspiratorial smile passing between the two before they launched into a passionate kiss. They tumbled together through the empty station. The desk lamp fell to the floor as they fumbled for each other's clothes - pants were tugged off and boots discarded, leaving a trail of frenzied passion until Emma swung open her office door. "Chair, now," she demanded, peeling off her shirt as he undid his vest and tossed it aside. "Yes milady," he replied, tugging her into his lap and pulling out her hair tie, fanning his fingers through the locks while she cupped his face with her hands. "I want you," she growled, before tugging undone the rest of his buttons so she could run her hands over his chest. Killian mumbled incoherently as she pressed her hips against his, his hardness quickly registering the heat between her thighs. "God," he groaned, before she reclaimed his mouth, her tongue demanding entrance as she ground harder against him. His hand found her breasts, tugging down the cotton cups and kneading the soft, firm flesh, rolling each nipple between his fingers. Quickly, she was reaching between them, her fingers grasping his erection, freeing him from his boxer briefs. His blood ran hot - each touch almost unbearably divine, but he was desperate for more- Their kiss broke, he tore his lips away, his eyes transfixed on her lustful expression - for him, for them... Raising herself up on her knees, she pulled away her panties and threw them on her desk. "Love, I'm not going to last-" "Don't care. Fuck me now." Her words were almost swallowed by his gasp as she sank down onto his erection, throwing back her head for a moment until she laid her hands on to his shoulders and began to ride him with vigour. His own thrusts were peppered with colourful words as he tried to match her pace, feeling his restraint disappear as she slid along his length, hot and wet and slick, walls dragging against his flesh. Heaven. She felt like heaven. Her hands moved to his face, her movements quicker, her breasts bouncing- What a sight! His Swan, wanton and beautiful, in the throws of ecstasy, screwing herself into oblivion in his lap. She pressed a thumb into his mouth as she ground harder, their bodies sliding together, slickened with sweat. He sucked hard on the digit, grasping it between his teeth. Grabbing her hips with hand and brace, he held her firm as he pushed up into her. Hard. She cried out- "Yes, there-" He complied, setting up a heavy pace of deep thrusts. "Oh god," she panted, swivelling her hips with each motion, making his eyes roll back into his head in pleasure. "Swan," he whined, "Emma-" He couldn't stop the rising swell. The gathering storm inside him was reaching a precipice. She pulled herself closer to him, sinking her teeth into his shoulder before whispering, "Come with me, Killian-" And with that, he shuddered one last time, his body stiffening as she pulsed around him. Powerful waves rippled through him as he gripped her tighter, both of them lost in one another. Finally, gradually, the world came back into focus. She lay with her head on his shoulder, breathing shallowly, her arms curved around his body beneath his shirt. "I'm so glad you're easily talked into things." "Only for you love," he replied with a kiss to her forehead, "As if I can deny you anything."
Her lips slip over his tip, just as his fingers slide into her hair and caress her scalp.
Just that right size, the head slips inside her mouth with little resistance.
Hungrily, she swipes her tongue over the fleshy mound - hot and slightly salty. She sighs and brings one palm up to grip his shaft.
“Gods, Emma…”
Chuckling lightly, she moves her head from side to side, sucking and releasing in turn (she can feel the blood filling his cock as his racing heart sends his pulse pounding).
He spreads his knees a little wider, gently pressing his hips towards her mouth, telling her he wants - no needs - more.
Lazily, she circles the head with her tongue, gently rocking her hand, slowly building him up before she takes a deep breath and presses down her head.
The deep exhalation he makes sends a thrill down her spine. The power is addictive - that she can make him feel this way and pull him under her spell with such ease…
She pulses her tongue against the hardness - its satiny cocoon is delicious and decadent in the heat of her mouth, slowly becoming enveloped in the the silky saliva that allows her to move with ease over him.
His hook is at her shoulder. His fingers are tightening - not in a painful way, but enough to catch her breath and make her heart race.
Widening the base of her throat, she buries her face in his lap, his black curls nudging against her nose as she swallows and he cries out-
“Emma!”
Easing off, her hands and mouth work into a rhythm, somewhere in between fast and slow as he starts to make little wrecked noises and she works her free palm onto the lean muscles of his stomach. She feels them clenching as he rocks his hips into her.
The noises become an indecipherable muttering and she groans in response.
And he feels so good in her mouth. She loves sucking his cock. It’s so solid and straining for her; she relishes each flick of her tongue against the precious flesh and each press of the length against the inside of her cheek.
She loves it.
He’s close: the throbbing of his head is the sign, she swirls her tongue harder around it, before taking him deep again, rocking him further into her throat as she holds her breath and presses her fingers into his hip.
With a strained cry, he is coming. She pulls back a little, lets him pour himself down her throat, while her fingers ghost over his balls as they contract and release, lingering until he shudders at the sudden sensitivity.
Rolling back on her heels, she licks her lips and swallows. He smiles, a lazy, utterly satisfied smile.
It hadn’t taken too much persuasion to get the handcuff on him, but the small vibrator currently in his ass had required a bit of coercion and a lot of rum.
"Christ - fuck Swan - I love you riding my cock," he moaned over the hum of the vibrator and the slapping of skin.
She reached under herself and pressed it further into his ass, he grunted as she ground her hips faster, waiting for him to show her he was coming - pulling away as he did and aiming his release over her breasts, massaging it into her skin as he could only look on in awe.
CS smut prompt: Emma confesses a certain 'fetish' to Killian that she wants to watch him masturbate. Can lead to more if you choose. Smutty McSmutty.
My first foray into the bangarang tag!
M rated, of course!
“Are you shy?” she teased.
“No,” he began, his head rolling to one side, “It’s just, this is-“
“What pirate - you can’t handle a little bit of kink.”
Arching an eyebrow, he brought his lips close to her ear, “Oh, I certainly can love-“
She punctuated her sentence by rolling her hips into his. Catching them between his handless arm and stump, he thrust into her body - his cock rutting against her stomach as she caught his lips in a burning kiss.
“Fine,” he groaned into her mouth, “You win.”
“Good,” she smiled, looking up at him through her thick, dark lashes.
She stepped back, pursing her lips as he walked over to the bed, undoing his new and still unfamiliar jeans and tugging off his shirt and underwear until he stood quietly, blushing a little under her eager gaze. “How do you want-“
“Lie down,” she ordered, gesturing her head to bed behind him.
Cautiously he stepped backwards, lowering himself to the mattress while she stepped closer, shedding her own jeans and shirt to reveal the barest of white lace bras and matching underwear.
“Swan-“ he began, hoarsely clearing his throat and reaching out a hand.
Shaking her head, she clucked her tongue. “You know what I want.”
He held her gaze for a moment, then his lids sunk closed and he pushed his tongue into the side of his cheek.
She was serious.
His cock was stiff and ready as he reached down between his legs.
“Go on,” she urged.
Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his length, tightening his grasp, feeling her eyes upon him even though his own were closed.
He was throbbing with need. All he wanted was to bury himself inside her, let her hot cunt swallow him whole and feel her firm, lithe body pressed against his-
His hips began to rock into his palm, groaning lightly with each delicious stroke. It could never compare to her, but picturing Emma Swan, naked and writhing beneath him, was a poor substitute he had utilised on occasion.
Pressing harder, his hand began to move in time with the roll of his hips.
Yes. He could almost imagine her wet, tightness wrapping around him, pressing him, working his cock so expertly.
“Mmmmm…”
He opened his eyes.
Emma was sat next to the bed on her small, dressing table stool. One hand held her body steady as the other had slipped into her underwear.
“Keep going,” she panted.
He obeyed, but kept his eyes on her.
She was licking her lips and pressing her hips into the stool as her hand dropped lower.
He imagined those fingers dipping into the cunt, curving around inside in just the way he knew she liked.
Fuck.
Rocking his hand faster, he spread his legs a little wider, giving his thrusts more traction.
Her mouth was open now. She removed her hand from her panties and ran her tongue leisurely along her forefinger, all the time watching him through narrowed eyes.
A painful grunt escaped his mouth.
Gods she would be the death of him.
Her hand retuned to its task, the other pulling down the soft cups of her bra to expose her breasts to him. A shot of heat rushed to his cock and he felt it tighten almost unbearably. He was rock solid beneath his fingers now, his hand moving quickly, the sound of slapping skin filling the room.
Two fingers encircled a nipple while she quickly slid off her panties, using her feet to push them down to the floor.
His eyes widened. He held himself tighter. The veins in his neck were standing out, his breathing fast and thick.
She was glistening: divine pink wetness that he craved to feel again.
Her chest was rising and falling quickly. Her breasts swaying a little as she twisted her hips and pushed a finger inside herself, swirling her thumb around her clit - his eyes locked on her cunt, imagining it’s delicious warmth as he felt his release build.
It was almost painful. His need for her overwhelming him while he watched her play with herself - saw the way her eyes flickered closed and her tongue darted over her lips.
“Oh, Emma…”
“Come for me Killian,” she begged as her hips sunk lower on the stool and her knees parted a little wider.
“God-“ he cried.
She pushed in another finger and sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth.
She looked so debauched and wanton. He had never desired her more than that instant when his restraint crumbled, and he came in hot bursts over his stomach. A hazy fog of satisfaction gathered over him, only disturbed when he heard her cry out, jolting his head to watch the ecstasy flash over her face as he reached her own release.
He paused a second, catching his breath, before quickly stepping off the bed and pulling her limp form against him, his liquid release coating their bodies as he consumed her in a deep kiss.
“That was torture Swan…” he whispered into her hair.
“I loved it,” she replied, her tongue running over his earlobe and hands exploring his back, “Seeing you pleasure yourself, make yourself come… It was hot.”
“Well then it was worth it. But now I want you,” he growled.
“Already?” she asked in surprise.
He looked down at her, sheepishly, a boyish blush to his cheeks, “Well, perhaps I need a little longer in that department, but there are other ways I can ravish you while we wait,” he replied with a wink.
“Ravish away, pirate,” she laughed as he pulled her to the bed, “Ravish away.”
Summary: If the bathroom walls of The Rabbit Hole could talk it would tell you the story of how the good sheriff had a wild night with a pirate.
AN: This has been a fic 3 months in the making. I have poured blood,sweat, tears and my liver into writing this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart Sabs for pushing me to write this. Adriane for getting me to work pass the smut block. Stephanie for being some of the words when I couldn't find them. I owe this all to the three of you. This is my first time writing any form of smut so please be gentle.
Rated:S for Smut, H for I hope it isn't bad.
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In a quiet corner at the back of Storybrookes only bar, The Rabbit Hole, sat two people in a tiny booth. One on each side of the table. From a distance it could be perceived that they were on a date. One that would lead to him walking her to the door and getting the ever so wanted good night kiss or even being invited inside for coffee. But if you walked by, you would get a different feel to what was going on in that quiet corner.
Neal kept going on about how things used to be good between them. That he never should have listened to August. He even said sorry more times than Emma could count. Emma was unable to focus on the words he was trying to use to win her over. They were all muffled and made no sense. Partially to blame for the inability to focus were her nerves. The dark haired man sitting at the end of bar drinking glass of rum after glass of rum was the other part. Powerful blue eyes momentarily catching her peeking over at him. As to not notice how looking at him made her eyes sparkle like Emeralds in the darkest of caves she lowered her head quickly and pretended to listen to Neal. Emma continued her smile and nod rhythm so Neal wouldn't catch on. She could feel those blue eyes staring into her. Reading every emotion she was giving off. After all she was an open book to him. Not one word of what Neal was saying filtered into her head. Her imagination had taken over. It wondered to soft lips and a tongue battling hers. Leather in her hands and pulling him in closer. Breathing his scent of rum and sea in as she went in for more. Her heart began to race.
"I'm happy you came Em" Neal said trying to reach for her hand. She was awaken from the day dream. "I really want this to work. We can get back to a good place, you know."
"Um...Neal..." The cause of her racing heart walked past silently. She took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes. "I'll be right back."
Emma slide out the booth and with haste in her steps she followed her problem and answer. He was only a few steps ahead of her. The hallway leading to the bathrooms was dim and you could barely see. Each step of her boot echoed off the walls. He had to hear her coming. He had to. There was no hiding from the sound of each impatient step. Emma stopped when she reached the bathroom doors. He was gone.
"Looking for me Swan" Killian stepped out of an unlit corner with a cheeky grin on his face.
"What are you doing here? And don't tell me just a drink because you knew I was meeting Neal here tonight" Emma's word were heated. She wanted to yell at him and kiss him all at once. That stupid grin of his wasn't helping.
"Ran out of rum." Lies and she knew it. He began to inch closer to her, invading her space.
"Really, you expect me to believe that." There was a slight crack in her voice. Emma was trying her all to hold her composure around Killian. Her eyes wandering to his lips.
"I don't expect you to believe anything love." He was so close to her they shared the same breath of air.
"Look, this isn't a good time..."Emma stopped before finishing her sentence. She could hear laughter slowly getting louder. There were people coming up the hallway.
Storybrooke is a small town and people would talk if they saw her with Killian. It would spread like wildfire by morning. Emma Swan in a dark corner with the leather clad pirate. It would be the gossip of the day. The moment she would open the door to Granny's she would receive stares before she could step foot. Nope. There is no way she can be seen with him. Not right now. And without thinking she grabbed the collar of his heavy leather coat and pushed him into the men's room.
The bathroom was small and smelled like it hadn't had a good cleaning since 1986. Two urinals and one stall somehow managed to fit in the cramped space. The one sink in the bathroom had a constant drip that Emma was aware of for some reason. She was leaned against the door with Killian still in her hands. His weight slightly pressing against her. She hadn't taken notice how Killian was placing more weight on her pretending to be listening to the approaching noises. Her attention was focused on the laughter that was passing by the men's room door and fading into the ladies room. Emma breathed out a sigh of relief before she looked straight ahead of her.
Suddenly she was aware of just how close Killian was to her. That the corners of his mouth were curling up into a very satisfying grin. Blue eyes trying to seduce her and read how badly she wanted him to take her in the bathroom. The urge to pull herself up and wrap her legs around him started to form in her gut. Even her feet began to respond by slowly pushing her up onto her tip toes. Her brain was trying to respond with sentences it was forming to tell Killian nothing was happening in the bathroom but her mouth had different plans. It wanted to kiss him. Taste the lingering rum that coated his tongue.
"I think it is safe to leave." Killian whispered into Emma's ear but not first without brushing his lips and scruff against her cheek. Then her ear. A sensation that sent a million tingles up Emma's spine.
"Yeah" Emma licked her lips but didn't move. No matter how much she wanted to move her feet she was unable to. They were planted firmly on the ground between his. All she could feel was the increasing urge to have him in this cramped bathroom.
"Emma" He leaned into her. The tip of his nose touching hers. The aroma of rum and pheromones filling her nose.
FUCK IT! Suddenly she fell into the urge. With her tight hold onto the collar of Killian’s coat she hoisted herself up. Long legs wrapped themselves around his waist as if they had done it a million times before. Killian’s hand and hook pulled her in close. Emma attacked his mouth with a fierceness. Her tongue battling his for dominance and control of the situation. Their lips would be bruised in the morning but it would be well worth it. Killian was a bit taken off guard and stumbled backwards a few feet. His back hit the frame of the stall. It didn't faze him. What’s a little pain when he had Emma Swan wrapped around him. The stall door was slowly swinging open. A sign from the gods that the bathroom was a good a place as any. He kicked the stall door open and slide them in. Emma swung her arm back to push it close while Killian fiddled with the latch.
“Well, someone’s in a hurry,” he said as he broke the kiss. Pressed up against the door Emma let her legs fall to the ground for a moment. “What’s going on, Swan? Neal wasn’t satisfying enough?” He leaned closer and slowly brushed her earlobe with his nose. Wanting his words to rile her up. Fuel the fire that was building in her. “You had to come to the pirate to fill you up, I mean your needs?”His voice was raw and filled with lust. God, she wanted him so bad but she couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect of his words on her.
"We don't have time for your games," she sighed, grasping the laces of his pants with force and starting to untie them.
Lightly she brushed her hand against his very constrained and hard arousal. This made her move her fingers through the laces faster. All while keeping her eyes fixated on him. Watching every muscle in his face expressing the pleasure of her taking control. He wanted her to have her fun but the light touches of her fingertips as she pulled the leather down past his hips was driving him crazy. He needed to feel her skin under his hand and hook.
The silver hook slide up her short pleated black skirt and along the inside of her thigh searching for the top of the black tights Emma was wearing. He wanted to rip them off of her. “Ohhhh I bet you’re bloody wet, love. So ready for me,” he breathed until he was pleasantly surprised she wasn't wearing any. Thigh highs.
Emma was full of surprises tonight. It turned him on even more. His hand reached for her shirt. Pushing aside the first layer of her red leather jacket to get to the button down blouse. First trying to undo them but that was cast aside the moment he felt her hand wrap around him. Feeling her delicate fingers wrapped around his pulsing self felt electricity being hot through him. This was no time to be a gentleman. There would be other times for that. He ripped her shirt open exposing a black laced bra. Emma didn't seem to care. For a brief moment both stood still waiting to see what would happen next.
"Just fuck me already pirate" Emma finally breathed out.
A silver grin appeared on Killian's face as he raised an eyebrow "Well then lass." He positioned himself between her legs and moved her panties aside. She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance but he didn't move forward. He stood there, teasing her.
"You seem to be just all talk and no action" Emma teased back while slowly pushing her hips into him.
“I must say, I didn’t think you had it in you. The good sheriff, true love herself, being fucked in a dirty bathroom. Where everyone can hear you. Where HE can hear you.” He pushed at her entrance, sliding into her at an agonizing pace. Sparking every nerve in her to respond.
“Oh god!” she moaned. He filled her perfectly. Stretching her in the most painful and enjoyable way.
“You like that, don’t you, Swan?” he said as he started to move in and out of her. Finding a rhythm that made her whimper and somehow matched the muffled music playing in the bathroom.
Emma tightened her legs around Killian. It didn't matter that it was in some bathroom, it felt right. So right. The leather of her boots rubbing against his coat as she moved with him. She couldn't help but let out a cry. One that she is certain could be heard in the ladies room. Needing to quiet her Killian gave Emma what felt like the longest kiss. His tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Her fingers were digging into his skull before pulling at his hair. The pleasurable pain causing him to moan into her mouth.
“Tell me this is what you wanted, Emma,” he whispered as he slowly thrust into her. “Gods, tell me you wanted this as much as I did.”
“I…” she started.
The bathroom door creaked open. A man cleared his throat. Killian turned them around in the stall. He didn't need someone noticing the Captains boots. He leaned against the stall door and with nothing more than the strength in his arms he held Emma up. Both stayed as quiet as possible. A little voice in Killian's head began to speak and whispered for him to keep going. The feeling was too good to stop. The moment too perfect. Using nothing more than legs muscle he found a way to continue Emma's pleasure while holding her up. Nails clawing at his shoulder. Emma closed her mouth shut so no sound would escape. Killian did it again once he saw Emma was enjoying herself. A small moan escaped her mouth. She quickly slammed the bottom of her boots against the door. In hopes to detour Killian for a moment. Very unlikely.
"Real classy buddy" The man spoke. It was Neal.
It should have made them both stop and quietly fix themselves but it didn't. Emma took her feet off the door and once again let them wrap around Killian. She stared him dead in the eye and raised an eyebrow for him to continue. The idea of her old flame hearing her being satisfied by the pirate turned her on. Feeding into her need he slipped his hand between them. His thumb quickly starting to rub circles over her clit. Her head fell back down, giving him access to her neck. Taking the opportunity to suck at her pulse point. The pleasure was building up inside of her. It was too much. She couldn’t hold back a moan. Not caring anymore as quietly as possible he pressed Emma against the door again.
"Em?" Neal was confused. He knew that sound. There was no way it was her in the stall. He zippered himself up and looked at the stall. All he could see where a pair of boots and buttons. He thought to himself it was impossible for it to be Emma and Killian. She was there to work things out with him. She wouldn't do that to him. Not with HIM.
As soon as he left, Killian’s trusts became more erratic. He was close, she could feel it. With his mouth was still on her neck. Devouring every inch of visible skin like it was a man's last meal. The sensation pushing Emma closing coming undone. The start of the tidal wave of pleasure so close within their reach.
“Come for me, Emma. Let go. I want to feel you come around me.” A mix of lust and sweetness in his voice.
Moments after the words stumbled from Killian's mouth, her walls were fluttering. The waves of pleasure hitting her hard. Drowning her in the euphoric feeling. Killian continued his movements into her uncontrollably. Driving her out of her orgasm and racing towards his. A fierce kiss on her lips to mutter her moans. Hearing her and feeling her still in ecstasy was the push he needed. His body stiffened and as he let out a growl in her mouth, following her over the edge.
Gently he let her legs down. His weight the only thing keeping her up. Both just stood there trying to regulate their breath. Allowing the green eyes to soak up in the sweetness of the moment even if it had taken place in a seedy bathroom. Without exchanging nothing more than giddy smiles the two fixed the mess they had become.
"I'll go out first. Count to 30 and then leave." Before Emma left she leaned into Killian "Don't think this is just a onetime thing." She placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Aye love." With that she walked out the bathroom.
Again her heart was racing again. This time it was a mix of adrenaline still coursing in her veins, nervousness and anticipation of round two later to come. Emma very well knew she would be making her way to Killian once she was done speaking to Neal. Suddenly he was a drug and she needed more.
"I was wondering where you went. Do you know Hook was in the mens room with ..."Emma cut him off.
"Neal, we had something long ago but there isn't anything there anymore. The worse thing I could do is give you hope when there isn't any. I can never do us again." The words come tumbling out in one breath. "I'm..."At that moment Killian walked by. Emma lowered her head and with everything she had tried to stop the smile that was forcing itself on her lips. It didn't help that Killian had a shit eating grin on his face as he walked by. "I'm sorry." Emma turned on her heels and headed to the door.
She stepped outside and took a deep breath. Her lungs filled with the brisk night air. Everything seemed easy in that moment. No more feeling like she was leading Neal on. No more guessing what was coming next with Killian. In one night everything fixed itself.
"I think next time it should be in a proper place" A voice came out from behind Emma. Killian pushed himself off the wall and walked towards her.
"Oh really? You know the bug is right around the corner." Emma bit lightly on his bottom lip.
