I'm Not Your Savior

Emma Swan. Up until just recently, I've been a bailbonds person. Home base in Boston. But a recent case has sent me to New Orleans, where ... things have gotten weird. What the hell does appolumi kyknos mean? And what's it got to do with me? And why does it seem like I've been followed ever since I got here? [[This is a closed CS AU and Dark-Hunter Crossover. Mun and muse are 21+. NSFW.]]

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

His fingers were unrelenting as they worked against her, in tandem with the movements of his hips as he drove into her again and again. Killian claimed her lips in a heated, desperate kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips, seeking hers to tangle with.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma felt her stomach start to clench as he pushed her ever nearer to that edge, and it was only the fact that his lips were on hers, all but devouring her, that kept her from crying out as the waves of her release started to wash over her.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma knew that they’d have to have a very long, very serious discussion about all of this eventually.  She’d have to listen to what he was saying and try to believe he was telling her the truth, try to absorb it all, try to come to grips with the way her life was inevitably going to change forever.

But right now, right now she just needed this.  Something she could hold onto, something she could feel, something that made sense to her.  Something real.  Because everything else seemed like a fairytale, and her life wasn’t one of those.

She trailed her lips along his throat, sucking at his pulsepoint, knowing it wouldn’t leave a mark no matter how overeager she was about it.  She flicked her tongue out, tasting him, groaning against his skin as he hit that just right spot inside her then.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian’s hand slipped down between her thighs, seeking out that little bundle of nerves that would have her cresting towards the edge in no time. He wanted this to last, but at the same time he wanted to feel her body trembling around him as he thrust into her. “Fuck.” He hissed out when her tongue found a particularly erogenous spot on his neck that had him reeling. 

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Emma's lips parted with a sharp cry of his name against his skin when his fingers sought out her most sensitive spot. "Oh my God," she gasped, fingers squeezing his arms tighter as she rocked back against him, seeking so much /more/.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Kilian knew they couldn’t just keep having sex every time he told her more than she could cope with, but it was better to the alternative, which would have been her never wanting to see him again. He tilted his head back, giving her all the access to his skin, wanting the sensation of her lips and teeth sliding over his throat. “Emma.”

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma knew that they'd have to have a very long, very serious discussion about all of this eventually.  She'd have to listen to what he was saying and try to believe he was telling her the truth, try to absorb it all, try to come to grips with the way her life was inevitably going to change forever.

But right now, right now she just needed this.  Something she could hold onto, something she could feel, something that made sense to her.  Something real.  Because everything else seemed like a fairytale, and her life wasn't one of those.

She trailed her lips along his throat, sucking at his pulsepoint, knowing it wouldn't leave a mark no matter how overeager she was about it.  She flicked her tongue out, tasting him, groaning against his skin as he hit that just right spot inside her then.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma felt a shudder go through her entire body when his teeth scraped over her skin, now she understood what that /more/ was that she’d felt all those other times he’d nipped at her skin.  Her head fell back against the wall, giving him more access to her neck, whatever he wanted.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian slammed into her a little harder, his lips teasing and sucking at her skin, knowing he’d have her marked there. He wished that her fingers could mark him and it could last, so he could wear her marks on his skin. “Emma.”

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma's fingers dug into his biceps as she moved with him, knowing whatever little marks she left there wouldn't be there by the time they were done here.  She whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as she lost herself to the way his lips and teeth felt against the smooth column of her throat.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma whimpered, her head falling forward, one hand at the back of his head, holding him close to her as he laved at her flesh with his tongue.  ”Oh, God,” she hissed, her legs tightening around him, pulling him in even deeper.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian groaned against her skin, his tongue continuing its assault of her skin, his teeth scraping lightly, not enough to puncture the skin, but enough for her to feel those fangs she seemed to like. 

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma felt a shudder go through her entire body when his teeth scraped over her skin, now she understood what that /more/ was that she'd felt all those other times he'd nipped at her skin.  Her head fell back against the wall, giving him more access to her neck, whatever he wanted.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian pressed his lips to the crook of his neck, his lips brushing against her skin, his tongue teasing her pulse point in tandem with his movements, thrusting into her again and again.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma whimpered, her head falling forward, one hand at the back of his head, holding him close to her as he laved at her flesh with his tongue.  "Oh, God," she hissed, her legs tightening around him, pulling him in even deeper.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian’s worse case scenario with telling Emma about what he was, was that she’d never want him near her again, that he would never know how it felt to be in her, and he’d convinced himself to be okay with that. But this response was something he was wholly unprepared for and thankful she wanted. Killian gripped her hips as he thrust forward, filling her completely, before he was pulling out and slamming home again. He wasn’t entirely certain, in this situation, if Emma wanted him or just his body. It could have easily just been her way of coping with everything he’d told her, and completely unrelated to what he hoped she felt for him, like he felt for her.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma cried out with every thrust, her own hips rocking back to meet his, urgent and desperate to feel everything.  She knew from this point on that her life was going to be completely different.  There was no way around it.  If she truly was the target of these things, she knew better than to think it would just go away.  Running away wasn't going to help her this time, and even if she did run, she had no idea what she was dealing with.  She needed him with her.

And it wasn't just because of this new scenario she found herself in.  She knew that now.  She needed him, just because.  She'd been scared and overwhelmed at first, but this pull she had toward him, it wasn't something that was just going to go away, no matter how much she might want to try and pretend.  That was how she'd always handled things in the past.  Something told her it would be so easy to do now.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian brushed her hand aside, reaching down to guide himself to her center, pressing forward just enough to tease. “Is this what you want?”

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma gave a little cry, feeling him so close to where she wanted him. "Yes," she hissed out, moving so that she could get her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to be in her.  "I want you to fuck me."

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian barely managed to recover from the sensation of her hand wrapped around his shaft, his hips rocking upwards into her fist. “I need to be in you Emma.” He rasped out. 

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma sucked at his bottom lip, tugging at it with her teeth as she slid her hand along his cock.  "Then what are you waiting for?" she gasped out, growling against his lips.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian groaned at the sensation of her fingers brushing against him, making him let out a low hiss of pleasure, his hips rocking forwards seeking more. “Emma.” He breathed out, seconds before her lips were against his again, a shudder running down his spine.

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Emma finally worked the zipper down, wasting no time pushing his pants down his hips, her fingers curling around his hard length, a groan escaping her lips.  "God," she hissed out, "I want you."

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian was about to respond when her lips were on his and the thought of speaking vanished from his mind. He pressed her back against the wall, using that leverage to reach down and work his trousers loose.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma moved her hand lower, moving his hand away from his trousers, taking over the task for him, tugging at the zipper, making sure her fingers brushed over him as she did.  She moaned out his name against his lips, her tongue flicking out over the tip of one of his fangs again.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian’s hands skimmed down her sides, a mischievous grin curling his lips upwards. “You like the fangs don’t you?” He drawled out, sliding his tongue over the tips.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma groaned as she looked at him, unable to even pretend she wasn't affected.  "Is that bad?" she asked him, before pulling him back to her and kissing him again, an edge of desperation behind it.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

“Against the wall. I want to see you.” Killian growled out, claiming her lips again, his teeth scrapping her bottom lip. Not enough to hurt, or puncture the skin.

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Emma gasped loudly when she felt his teeth on her lips, her arms going around his neck as she moved them back toward the wall, never breaking contact with his lips. “That’s what I was hoping you were gonna say,” she rasped out breathlessly.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[thelostswan-blog]

Her eyes were transfixed by his tongue sliding over his teeth, desire pooling between her thighs, making her ache.  The belt of her robe was all but undone at this point, causing the fabric to all but hang off her then, really not covering much.  ”/How/ do you want me?” she whispered.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian tilted his head, one brow arching upwards. “There’s so many ways that I want to have you.” He said lowly, leaning in close enough for their lips to brush. “I want you on your hands and knees, pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around me, or beneath me on the bed.”

[thelostswan-blog]

"Well," Emma drawled out lowly, lips brushing over his as she spoke, her fingers already working to undo the belt of her robe, letting it pool at her feet as it fell away from her.  "If you had to choose /one way/ right now, which would it be?"

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes hooded and dark with want.  ”Yeah?” she breathed out raggedly.  ”Something you want?” Her hand trailed down the side of his neck,fingernails grazing along the column of his throat.  His fangs were prominently displayed then, and God, if that didn’t turn her on far more than it had any right to.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian slid his tongue along his teeth, nodding his head slowly, “Aye love, I want you.” He drawled out lowly, his fingers playing over her sides, drawing her in closer to him.

[thelostswan-blog]

Her eyes were transfixed by his tongue sliding over his teeth, desire pooling between her thighs, making her ache.  The belt of her robe was all but undone at this point, causing the fabric to all but hang off her then, really not covering much.  "/How/ do you want me?" she whispered.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

It was probably one of the sexiest things he’d ever encountered in his life. Feeling her tongue on his teeth, knowing that she wasn’t afraid of what he was, that he could not have to hide himself from her. “Emma.”

[thelostswan-blog]

Emma pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes hooded and dark with want.  "Yeah?" she breathed out raggedly.  "Something you want?" Her hand trailed down the side of his neck,fingernails grazing along the column of his throat.  His fangs were prominently displayed then, and God, if that didn't turn her on far more than it had any right to.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

. . .

He was waiting outside her hotel just after the last dying rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon. He was propped against the wall of the hotel, hoping she’d come out. Otherwise it was going to be even worse if he went inside and asked them to page her. As it was, Killian was fully expecting that she was going to think that he was some sort of stalker or a murderer… or something that would put a kink into all of this.

[piraticaldarkhunter]

Killian let go of his control, his fangs dropping down as he deepened the kiss, his need and desperation bleeding into the kiss. His arms curled around her, pulling her to him as he deepened the kiss.

[thelostswan-blog]

When he pulled her against him, one arm of the robe she wore slipped down her shoulder, and she didn't bother to fix it.  She wasn't shy about exploring his mouth with her tongue then, letting the tip of her tongue trail over the point of one of his fangs.  A shudder of desire went through her, making her burn hotter than she had before, and moaned, low and throaty, against his lips.