Wind Out of My Sails
Summary: Written just after 6x06, to explain the first few nights after Killian was asked to move in with Emma ..and why pancakes didn’t happen immediately. And the fact that this was written long before the ‘real’ pancake scene makes me wonder where David was when Snow interrupted. Completely edited and about 500 words added.
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Wind Out of My Sails
Words - 2600 Rating - T
“Coming in?” Emma asked Killian quietly as she pushed up from the step they were sitting on and reached for the front door handle.
"Aye, in a moment love," he replied giving her a half smile, even though he knew it didn’t quite reach his eyes. She studied him for a moment or two, "You ok?" she finally asked with concern. "Just a wee bit tired." He winked, hoping to distract her, "Go on and save my spot." He stood up, backing her up another step, close enough to smell her unique scent, and while a part of him wished he could follow, he knew he needed time to be alone to think…just for a bit. Emma rolled her eyes at his comment, “I know what you're doing Killian.” She grabbed hold of his fingers and squeezed, “It's not the end of the world. All men have difficulty keeping it up from time to time.” She snickered lightly, “Especially men of such an advanced age.
“Bloody hell Swan.” He gave her an affronted look. “Shout it from the rooftop, why don’t you?” As if she realized he was feeling rather uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, she moved closer and kissed him, "You know there are other things we can do," she murmured softly, snaking her hand over the muscles of his chest. Killian grabbed her wrist to stop its movement and tugged her a bit closer, so they were eye to eye, "I bloody well know there are other things we can do...and have done.” he whispered huskily. “But my desire is to finally make love with you. It’s becoming painful to wait.” He grimaced at the memory, “if you know what I mean.”
Emma tugged her hand away and continued to move it down along his chest, over his flat stomach. Her fingers tucked under his belt ---
“Mom, where’s my history book?” Henry’s voice rang out from inside the house. “I need to do a report tonight and I can’t find it.”
“Go help the lad. I’ll see you in a while.” He tried not to squirm while Emma’s eyes were on him, but when Henry’s voice rang out again, she kissed him quickly and went inside. After the door was shut, Killian took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He ran his hand over his face and hair, trying to wipe away his memories of failure, eventually leaning back on the step and closing his eyes, “I share a home with the woman I love, a desire I’ve had for many a night,” he sighed, “How is it that we have lived under the same roof for even one night and have yet to consummate our love?”
He really hoped a solution would present itself, as this was not what he had anticipated when he had been invited by Emma to share her home.
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After Emma, had asked him to share her home, he had gone back to the Jolly Roger to pack his chest but ended up spending the night on the ship. While his thoughts had centered on Emma, which made the cot even more uncomfortable, Belle had been feeling troubled and trying to be a good friend, he had stayed to keep her company.
The next day the whole event with Jekyll and Hyde had occurred bringing about their death. After that, he had remained behind again, with Belle, while trying to put his ship back to rights. Emma too had been busy, as she had ended up in her parent’s loft with Regina and David, all working to come up with a new plan to use against the Evil Queen.
The day after that had involved the masquerade of Archie by the Evil Queen and the discovery of the shears. While keeping from her that he hadn’t truly disposed of the shears in the bottom of the sea, he had realized that what he was doing was no easier of a decision for him, than it had been for her, in Camelot, when she had turned him into the dark one. Keeping her alive had been his main concern and then, she had kissed him at the docks. When she had done that, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and fulfill her every wish…yet the burden of his actions had weighed heavy, preventing him from getting too close at that very minute.
He had checked on the ship, as he had promised her and then rushed home to her and Henry and they sat around the table eating pizza while speaking quietly of their day. After dinner, Henry had disappeared into his room to take care of school assignments, and he and Swan had relaxed on the settee and watched a moving picture, their goal to just enjoy the quiet moment.
When bedtime arrived, Emma led him to, what had become, their room. Soft music could be heard coming from Henry’s room and after saying goodnight, they had readied for bed, making sure to lock the door, and then finally, he had been able to take his Swan in his arms.
He remembered pulling her close and kissing her as he had always wanted to do. Their kisses had grown deeper and more passionate, and as that happened, maybe one, maybe both of them, had moaned with pleasure. As their kisses had grown hotter, he had allowed his hand to wander down over her shoulder, and then her hip, before pulling her shirt up, and thankfully touching skin. The kisses had grown sexier, the clothes had flown and his body, it had been on fire. Emma’s breathing had been coming faster, her body trembling against his, convincing him they were finally on the same page and moving in the right direction. Her hand reached down, taking him in hand and making him feel that if he waited any longer, his body would combust. Killian adjusted his body, and prepared to move into position, and then---
Bam Bam Bam, “Mom, my headphones broke. Where do you keep the extras?”
Emma hadn’t responded fast enough, so the lad had knocked and called out one more time, and when that happened…his body had failed him, causing him to deflate, just as if he were a sail without the wind. Emma had kissed him chastely, before crawling out of bed to go help her lad locate the item in question. While she was gone, he had lain there wondering what had just happened, instead of thinking about her whispered promises of resuming their activities when she returned.
It could have been a few seconds or hours later when they, once again, found themselves in the same position as before, and Emma had tried to bring his mind back around to the task at hand. But it didn’t seem to matter how much effort she had given to the task, he found that while his mind wanted badly to re-engage and to drown in her arms, his body kept preparing for flight and refused to rise to the occasion. There was a brief engagement of both his body and mind, but just as quickly as inflation had occurred—deflation followed. The fact was that something as simple as a noise outside the window or the tread of teen feet outside their door brought on collapse, which served to ratchet up his frustration and embarrassment. And those feelings didn’t disappear but persistently tapped at his consciousness, making it even more difficult to allow his body to relax into the naturalness of lovemaking with his Swan. Repeated attempts and failures, found him finally rolling over onto his back and, covering his eyes with his forearm, shamefaced and disheartened by the situation.
And here he was at the end of a day that had been an emotional roller coaster. It began with finding out that Henry had found the shears, which led to reuniting Nemo and his brother and ended with the knowledge that Swan forgave him for his duplicity. And since then, they had spent a nice dinner as a family, watched a moving picture and while a part of him had never wanted the evening to end…bedtime loomed in front of him…once again. This was a step in their relationship that he felt he had been waiting a lifetime for, but how to make sure that what his head wanted to happen, his body arrived to participate in and didn’t flee when sounds from outside their chamber crept inside. Thoughts that should have been foreign, but weighed heavily on his mind.
“Did the savior already kick you out, Pirate?”
Killian was pulled back to the present and looked up to see Regina openly smirking at him. He raised a brow, “And what brings you by this evening, Regina?”
She sat down next to him, her expression sober, almost as if she were working up courage for some reason, “I thought maybe Henry wouldn’t mind spending the night.” She sighed, “The house has felt so big lately… without Robin and the chaos of Roland.”
It still surprised him when he saw her softer side, but who was he to deny her company, especially if it removed a huge obstacle and there were no reasons for his sail not to fly full and proud. “Emma’s helping him with some history homework,” he shared, “but I, for one,” his smirk returned, “wouldn’t mind if you volunteered to take over that project.”
Regina snickered, “Putting a damper on things, is he?”
He gave her the side eye, “It’s been many years since I’ve resided with someone, so adjustments are to be expected.” He knew he sounded defensive but couldn’t find it in himself to care.
“True,” she inclined her head, “but let me take Henry for a few days. I’m lonely and it will give you and Emma some time to ‘adjust’.” The sparkle returned to her dark eyes as she waited for his answer.
Killian didn’t know what to say to express his gratitude, so he simply covered her hand, squeezing her fingers. “Let’s go see what Henry says.”
Once they were inside, Regina approached Emma and Henry with her suggestion, and quickly agreeing, Henry hurried to his room to pack.
After he ran upstairs, Emma moved closer, “Did something happen?” She looked back and forth between him and the Queen, her eyes boring into his as if she were trying to read his mind.
Regina apparently took it to mean that Emma was asking about something happening in the town, for she hurried to shake her head, “No, the house was just feeling large and empty tonight. Besides, I thought maybe you and the Pirate would enjoy a little time alone.”
Killian felt Emma’s eyes on him, “Don’t look at me like that love, this was all Regina’s idea.” he hastened to assure her. “But one I appreciate tremendously,” he quipped, regaining some of his usual swag.
They were interrupted from any further conversation when Henry came clomping down the stairs with his backpack and several other necessities. “I’m ready,” he told the room at large before asking Emma, “You’ll be fine here without me?”
She glanced at Killian, a slight frown on her face, “We’ll be fine Henry. Have a good time.”
Killian watched the little exchange and suddenly he understood Henry’s behavior of the past several days better, “Henry, lad, I give you my word that no harm will come to your mother this night.”
Henry studied him for several moments until with a little nod, he seemed satisfied with the answers he saw in Killian’s eyes. Eventually, he grinned, his sober mood giving way to mischievousness, and rolled his eyes, “Eww TMI, Hook. Come on mom.” He followed Regina, looking back one last time before shutting the door behind them and Killian allowed himself to breathe once again.
He watched Emma’s face as it went through a gamut of expressions, and then…her bright and shining emerald eyes met his, “We’re alone.” she whispered breathlessly.
“Aye love, we are. What shall we do?” His heart sped up with anticipation.
Her grin was full of the devil as she gave him a hearty push toward the settee. Thankfully, as he was falling, he had the wherewithal to wrap his arms around her, bringing her along.
Emma’s desire for him appeared to match his own as her pupils were dilated with expectation. When she ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, there was no way he could stop his shiver, his anticipation was so high, "Maybe we could finish what we started here a while ago?” she whispered, her eyes on his lips, as if she couldn’t wait for a taste.
Killian rubbed his nose against hers and cupped her jaw, rubbing his thumb along her petal-soft cheek, “As you wish, my Emma.” Their breath mingled as his lips captured hers in a kiss that pulled them deeper under the spell that always surrounded them when they were together. Their hands, unable to stay still, joined their lips in exploring parts of each other that had previously been covered and as the time flew by, his mind and body had no difficulty functioning as one.
As they drifted along in the aftermath of loving, Killian felt Emma hum against his shoulder, “That was….”
“I know,” he couldn’t help but boast. “And not a one-time thing, either. Shall we move upstairs where we can have-a-go at it again?”
“Yes, please. But” she giggled, “You don’t need recovery time, given your advanced age and all?”
“I’ll show you recovery time,” He carried her up the stairs, following her down onto the bed, where she had no complaints with any parts of his performance.
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The next morning, Killian woke early and after pulling on a pair of trousers and an unbuttoned shirt, he went to begin breakfast. The coffee had been started, it’s aroma meant to wake a sleeping Swan, and he was cracking eggs when a change in the air around him signaled that the coffee had been successful.
Her warm arms wrapped around his middle, her fingers playing with the hairs on his firm stomach but a millimeter above the waistline of his trousers, “Good morning, love. Hungry?” He wiped his hand and pulled her in for a long good morning kiss.
Emma locked her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, “I might be, but later.”
She was only wearing one of his old pirate shirts, barely buttoned, and a pair of knickers, “Later, Swan? He leaned against the table, tightening his hold until she relaxed against his body, allowing him to take her weight.
Emma tugged his earlobe between her teeth, “Oh, I think you know.” she whispered huskily.
Killian didn’t waste any more time and captured her lips in a passionate kiss that threatened to burn out of control. His hand snaked inside the shirt, touching warm woman until a gasp startled them apart and they were looking into the shocked face of her father.
“Dad!”
“Dave!”
They exclaimed simultaneously.
David turned his back on the happenings in the room but muttered, “You invited me to make pancakes!
Killian could feel the tips of his ears turning red, and hastened to set his clothing to rights, while Emma dashed up the stairs to cover herself. “You can turn back around now,” he sighed once the coast was clear, “Are we going to have to talk about this?”
David’s eyes never left his, “Talk about what?” He asked quietly, placing the brown bag of supplies he had been holding on the table.
“Like that, is it?”
Nodding his head once, David proceeded to pull ingredients from the bag, “Pancakes?”
“Have at it. I’ll just clean up and will be right down in a minute.”
The prince’s, “See that you are.” carried him up the stairs.
~fin
Thanks for readings....and again if you’ve read it before.
