My saviour.
Killian gazed out at the ocean from the docks. Normally it cleared his head, but this time the soothing swell of the waves and the fresh breeze just made him think of her. The ripples reflected her those beautiful blonde locks, the wind like when she teased him by blowing his hair in his eyes. It was all an heavy weight in his chest, an aching tightness. He missed her so deeply.
Their time in Camelot had been so full of turmoil that the pleasant parts shone so much brighter. Emma had finally accepted him as a lasting feature of her life and it was the happiest moment of his long existence. Taking her riding, lghting the flame with her, giving her Liam's ring...
He recalled a dream he had a few nights past. He and his Swan were happily married, she was several months pregnant with his child and the two of them were sat in their home, watching her "Netflix". He was caressing the curve of her bare stomach, kissing her neck, and the warmth that filled him proving beyond a doubt that this was his happy ending. He'd awoken that morning with an emptiness that hadn't passed. He hadn't proposed, his Swan had given in to the darkness, they were not going to share the challenges of raising their child.
It was agony. She saved him and he couldn't save her. What did she mean when she said that she was doing this for him?
The question rolled over and over in his head as he tried to sleep that night. He had room and board at Granny's diner, and was staring at its ceiling. He sighed and rolled over to look at his phone. When he pressed the power button, the screen flashed into life with a photograph of Emma and him that she had put there. She looked so happy, her arm around him, she was smiling, mouth slightly open and tongue just grazing her lip, beautiful curled locks draped over her shoulders, and an enticingly tight shirt hugging her figure.
A now familiar ache settled into his loins. He loved her so fully, wanted her so completely. Closing his eyes and lodging the image in his mind, he turned to lay flat again, tenderly running the fingers of his good hand across his hip, imagining it was her lovingly exploring his body. His hardening manhood twitched slightly at the thought of her soft hands on him. He let a small sigh escape his lips and his hand settled over his length, pressing a firm fingertip to the base of the head and sliding down slowly. In his mind he had his Emma beneath him, naked form trembling at his touch, hardness pressing against her slick heat.
Settling into a slow rhythm, he built himself to a wonderful tension, mimicking the thrusts he was performing in his head. He thought of her moaning at his attentions, looking up at him with love in her eyes like she always did. Her breasts bouncing, his hardness englufed where they met, an exquiste image that took him to his edge with a deep groan. He drew out his movements, letting the wonderful ache spread for a few moments while in his mind's eye, Emma made that beautiful face she did when she came undone, her tongue sliding across her lower lip and fiery gaze burning through him. He recalled a memory of her whimpering his name and arched his back from the wave of pleasure, pulling a few long, firm strokes and letting out a lustful growl as he spilled his seed across his stomach. His muscles relaxed, he let his hand rest over his manhood and lightly caressed its shaft as he savoured his afterglow.
Reaching to the drawer for a cloth, he cleaned himself off and curled up on his side, pressing again the button on the phone which made Emma's gorgeous smile appear. Smiling back at her, his eyes fluttered closed and slowly he drifted into a calm sleep, dreaming of lazing by the ocean with her sat betwixt his thighs, his cheek pressed to her hair as he watched the waves.