#lieutenant verse

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“Is that all your mouth is good for?”

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“Damn it, Emma! What the bloody hell did you tell Liam? He hasn’t gotten off my back for more than a couple hours in three days!”

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"You're cute when you're jealous." [ flings wild Emma at u ]

Killian’s brows furrowed as he glared at the ponce of a duke who was now slinking off through the crowded ballroom. “I’m not jealous,” he defended himself, refusing to look at Emma until the annoyance and anger dissipated. “He should know better than to try and consort with the crown princess, especially when she is very much unavailable.”

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thewhiteknightprincess

9. Morning quickie before work ticktock-killthecroc

Normally she tried to be careful when they were under her blankets, but that morning she had been far too gone to think about how risky it was; the way it felt to be on top of him, to feel her skin warm enough to not be afraid of touching him, his hands growing a little daring on the edge of her short nightgown had gone all to her head. Her lips had left his so she’d hear the way his breathing itched when she bit on his neck or sucked that spot that had Killian tightening his hold around her, and Emma couldn’t help but grind against him, feeling her magic rise and embrace him too, hot and good. The friction between them made her feel even better and she knew she had to stop herself, but he was growing harder under her and maybe she could at least take care of that. If he let her. "Killian," she murmured, slowly moving away from his arms to go back to the mattress, as her hand went lower and slowly skimmed under his pants, "Can I?"

Killian wasn't sure what made this morning so different than the others, waking up in bed next to Emma, her focused on whatever as he slowly adjusted to the sunlight seeping into her chambers, their apparently normal routine changed up by Emma's body pressed completely atop his own, warm to the touch as their mouths worked against one another, muffling whatever noises that escaped either of them, until her lips moved to his neck, his arms tightening around her frame and breath hitching in pleasure as she marked him.

Hips moved of their own accord, searching out desperately needed pressure before Killian could even process his body's reaction to her ministrations, his need for her growing steadily. Killian thought often about bedding her, having wanted to be with her for some time now, but always hesitant to make a move in case she didn't feel the same way.

Apparently he was mistaken.

Hands scrambled to find purchase on her silky nightgown when she pulled away, a low whine forming deep in his throat at the loss of her warmth, only to be followed immediately by a groan when he felt her hand. "Emma," Killian breathed out, eyes falling shut, chest rising and falling steadily. "Only if I can as well," he bartered, palms sliding slowly up the outside of her thighs, pausing just below he hips beneath the nightgown.

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♖:Having their hair washed by your muse

it didn't take long for Killian to discover the small handful of positive things to come out of returning home from a commission, well, out of commission. The first one being his temporary leave of absence from his post until he recovered, the second being Emma's need to take care of him herself, refusing the help from any of the dozens of servants around for such things.

And tonight she took it upon herself to join him for his bath, insisting he shouldn't be agitating his injuries by trying to wash his hair, or his back, or legs, or anywhere.

Which is why he was now relaxing in the tub of hot water, muscles loosening from the heat, leaning back against Emma's chest as her fingers scraped through his hair, nearly putting him to sleep.

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"Those tears don't suit your face..."

rightofmidnight

Of course she wasn’t. Just as she had not been crying the first time he walked in on her by herself. Killian might have guessed that his presence was unwelcome, except when she decided to allow him to make up the excuse. “Perhaps you got sea spray in your eyes,” he offered with a small knowing smile to his words. Perhaps he’d used this excuse once before— When he was much younger, of course. Without another word on the matter, or even a joke, he pulled a kerchief from his pocket, clean of course, and offered it to her.

"Thank you?" Emma said to his offer of an excuse, breaking into an amused smile despite the tears. She hadn’t expected him to help her with that, after all, she was just trying to ignore reality. She took the kerchief with another smile, though this time it didn’t last, and she quickly pressed it against her eyes, wanting to stop crying at once. “You know, I don’t… get sea spray in my eyes often. Not when I’m on my own. It can happen when I’m happy, but not like this. And I hate it, how do people make it stop?”

In fact she hadn’t even been able to stop yet, which was humiliating. But he had seen it and she didn’t want him to go. “Could you please stay with me? Just for a little.”

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It was the middle of the night when Emma woke up, Killian's arm snaked around her waist to keep her close. One of her own hands came to rest over his, lacing their fingers together with hers on top before lifting them to her lips and pressing a kiss to his palm. Turning to face him, she smiled softly at how peaceful he looked when sleeping. "Killian," the princess whispered.

Killian slept as he usually did, peacefully and easily, with Emma in his arms, face buried between the pillow and her hair. But even in the middle of the night with sleep coming so easily to him, he woke instantly upon hearing his name being whispered.

"Emma?" he murmured, eyes blinking slowly until her smile came into focus, bringing one to his face as well. "Why aren't you asleep, love?"

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"I hate you for doing this to me.."

Killian chuckled, his hand laced with hers where she lay on the healer's bed. "You won't be saying that once our child is with us," he assured Emma, leaning down to kiss her sweaty brow.