A/N-This is my first CS fic and I thought I'd start off with a …bang. I wanted to explore what might have happened at the end of "good form".
Be warned this fic contains steamy pirate smut. Your welcome.
His lips tingled, his neck felt stiff. His Swan was quite an enthusiastic kisser. He was floating on the high of her person pressed close against his, her hands gripping his collar and her eager hands pulling and tugging at the hair at the back of his head. He hadn't felt this good since… well it surely wasn't good form to be thinking of a past lover when just assaulted by a future one. Although he was no longer feeling as confident about his prospects regarding that realm of possibility.
Pan was a devious little bastard. Baelfire was alive, and in Neverland. Killian didn't trust Pan's word that he wouldn't let slip that fact to Emma just to show him in the most sinister light. Sometimes it was so easy to do the wrong thing. He had been doing it for so long, he almost forgot what life was like before. Perhaps it was David's brush with dreamshade that brought on memories of Liam and his innocent naiveté of his past. Perhaps it was that silver of hope that had been tended and fostered and bloomed at the touch of Emma's lips on his own. Hope he could not part with now for all the promised wealth in all of the realms.
Whatever it was, remained lodge deep in his belly like a cancer that he could not remove. The weight of it pulled him down, off of the high he was floating and back to reality. Emma may have kissed him but that didn't mean anything, just as Pan said. He was only "Hook" to her, never "Killian". He didn't know if he could be with anyone ever again. Reduced to the nickname earned after the love of his life was taken, along with his hand and only revenge and retribution ruled his life. He felt afloat, adrift and unanchored, searching for a harbor to rest and call home. He felt a glimmer of that hope with Emma, he felt home again. He could have her all to himself, or he could tell her about Baelfire and watch as they fell back in love, a happy family once more.
Sighing in frustration Killian grabbed up his flask and went in search of a good tree to get roaring drunk and pass out against until he was roused by some new idea one of his unfortunate gang of compatriots thought up.
It was well past midnight and his entire store of rum when he heard a gentle rustle through the dense greenery signaling someone had found his corner of solitude. He hoped it was Pan, he would love a chance to gut the little bugger for forcing him to confront himself after one of the brightest spots he had the pleasure of experiencing in months.
"Hook?" Not her. Anyone but her right now. Maybe if he pretended sleep she would leave him to his misery. He couldn't face her, not yet. He hadn't quite decided what he was going to do with the information Pan had graciously bestowed upon him. He couldn't look into her eyes and lie to her, and he couldn't tell her and watch her light up with the same hope that would be sucked from him in the same instance. He wasn't strong enough to face either right now.
Keeping his breathing even and his eyes shut Killian listened as Emma strode into the clearing he had been occupying in the hours since his conversation with Pan. She paused for a moment, breathing heavy with indecision. He wanted to open his eyes and peak so badly, to glimpse the set of her hips when she was undecided and trying to work something out. The way her shoulders tensed, her eyes darting around as if waiting for the answer to present itself. The way her golden hair danced on the breeze, a strand catching on her eyelashes as her delicate hand brushed the piece behind her ear. He was a goner already, how pathetic, Jones.
Just as he thought he had her fooled a swift kick to his shin startled the smugness out of him. "Ow! What the hell was that for?" He shouldn't have looked. Too late, he was gone. She looked just as beautiful as she had when she walked off earlier. Except now she didn't look so confident. There was something behind her eyes, something was wrong. Had something happened to David?
"Love, what happened? What is it?" Bracing his hook and hand on the ground beside where he sat reclined, legs stretched out in front of him, Killian prepared to stand, his entire being on alert for danger, something primal in him ready to defend Emma against whatever hurt, physical or emotional.
She surprised him, instead of offering a hand to help him up, she stepped one foot over his legs, blocking his movement, as he waited for her to explain. Something was definitely wrong with her, and it pained him to wait it out. Finally making eye contact with her almost broke him. He had to tell her about Baelfire, he couldn't lie to her, whether it caused him pain or not, he couldn't bear to witness hers.
"Emma…I-" He was cut off when Emma reached out to the hem of her shirt, tugging the material over her head in a move he had only fantasized about. He wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a dream, now that he thought about it. He had finished his entire flask of rum, anything could be possible, anything except Emma straddling his lap without a shirt.
He was tongue-tied, not sure what was happening but not about to complain. Emma's hair fell in soft waves over her breasts, the black lacey fabric covering what was left of her modesty. He kept eye contact with her, searching her gaze for some hint of what he was to do or what she needed. He didn't touch her, wasn't sure that she wasn't some figment of his overactive imagination. Her gentle weight on his thighs could be a trick of the mind, her intoxicating scent wafting towards him a ruse. He felt the earth beneath his hands just as firmly as he felt her hands smoothing down his chest, touching only leather but burning the skin beneath as if she held hot coals to him. He sat, unmoving, allowing her control, just as he had earlier. When she had gripped his collar and kissed him, he didn't press, didn't push, he let her use him as she would. He didn't want to startle her. It had to be on her terms, and he was willing to play along, if it meant more moments like this.
"You've been gone quite a long time." She said casually, as if she wasn't stroking and exploring his body with her top half mostly bare, sat on his lap. Clearing his throat, Killian tried to force his voice to remain calm and as dismissive as he could, not betraying the lust he felt overtaking his body.
"Well, I do believe you told me to 'go get some firewood or something.'" Killian held up the now empty glass flask, dangling it in the small space between their bodies. "I decided to explore the something."
Emma's lips quirked up against her will, amused by his words but not willing to fully show it. How he wanted to kiss that spot where her lips turned upwards, see what that small spot tasted like. He felt himself stiffen at the thought of what else he desired to taste.
She grabbed the flask from him, flinging it behind the tree they were sheltered against. He'd have to go foraging for it later. He suspected she did it just to get a rise out of him. Well…she certainly succeeded.
"What are you doing here, love?" He was in no mood to be toyed with, as much as he enjoyed their little game. Perhaps it was the rum or the moonlight or the way her skin begged to be touched but he grew bolder the longer she sat unmoving. "I thought you said it was a one time thing?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he sat a little higher, his hand reaching to hold her body still as he braced himself with his hook against the ground. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he had never been more thankful for his habit of wearing his shirts buttoned low. He could feel her soft skin rub against the fine hairs of his torso and he repressed the urge to shiver. His lips were a breath away from hers, he could feel her intake of breath at his sudden movements. Her nipples puckered beneath her bra, bringing goose bumps to his flesh.
Her hands which had been playing with the stitching of his vest snaked around his neck. Her hands ran through his hair in a gentle rhythm that would have put him right to sleep if they were not in the position they were currently occupying. "I was thinking about earlier…"
"Aye?" He couldn't resist asking. He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear her say how much she wanted him. How much she wanted this.
When she smiled he could swear the sun broke through the night, never would he be in the dark again so long as Emma Swan could smile at him. "…and I don't see any reason why we should deny ourselves. Do you?" Her slender back was pressed against his hand as he caressed her softly while they spoke. His hand froze as he thought of one very important reason why they should. Baelfire. Alive. The father of Henry and her long lost love. Not dead. On the island, probably looking for Emma right now.
Sighing in frustration at his inability to be selfish even for one small moment when it came to Emma, Killian opened his mouth to reply, "Well, now that you mention it love, I-" Again he was cut off. This time it was by Emma's lips, much in the same way their first kiss began this one started out bruising, punishing in its demand. It was almost as if she was angry at him for making her feel this way, angry at herself. He meant to rectify that right now. He let her lead the last time and ended up alone and wanting. This time he would be in control.
Trailing his hand up her back to fist in her hair Killian pressed her body closer to where he craved her most. She gasped at the feeling of his hardness pressed against her center. He used the distraction to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as she clutched at his face, her fingers scraping against his stubble as her hips ground against him. Unable to take it any longer Killian rolled them, using his good hand to brace her descent as his hook trailed down her hip. He used his hook to nudge her leg to wrap around his waist, bringing himself more fully against her. He wanted to be inside of her but he didn't want to pressure her.
Lost in the haze of the kiss and her sweet passion Killian almost didn't notice when two small hands began working at his belt. He knew he should stop her, tell her about Baelfire, but he couldn't. Good form be damned. Using his hook, Killian tore through the fabric of her bra, her pert breasts exposed to the night air. His ever surprising Swan wasn't about to let that go unremarked, and neither would his face after her hand slapped across it. Stretching out his jaw he looked down at her, hair fanned across the bracken and foliage and a mischievous smirk gracing her lips.
She tugged him down, his body flush with hers once more as she continued working to get him in a similar state of undress. Time flew by and didn't move at all. The sensation of finally having her was everything and nothing all at once. He could feel the tremble of her body against his, her skin shiver at the touch of his hook against her bare leg, her readiness when he pressed his naked flesh against hers. She didn't pause, didn't hesitate, only nodded when he asked if she was sure.
"As you wish," he murmured into her hair as they became one. He couldn't recall later exactly what happened, their bodies moved together her lips seeking out his as they climbed together, closer to ecstasy. Her hands clutched at his back, nails scraping his skin, leaving marks, no doubt. He delighted in it, to be marked as hers, to know that come tomorrow he would remember her touch upon his flesh. He framed her face with his hand, brushing back the hair that was want to tangle and float between their kisses. Circling his hips brought new sounds from her, impatient sounds demanding more. Hearing her breath quicken and her lips begging for something only he could give. Everything swirled around him until he heard a softly spoken "Killian, please".
Not Hook, not Pirate, Killian. Feeling the hope of love spring forth in him again Killian acquiesced. No longer exploring her body and its small nuances Killian knew his destination and was determined to experience that earth shattering joy with Emma. Driving as one Killian held himself in check until he felt Emma tense, her body tightening as she shattered. Killian let go, following her over the cliff and into oblivion. He had seen many stars in his travels between the realms but the stars he saw coming together with Emma were something altogether different and new.
Rolling to his side, Emma curled nicely against his chest, running her fingers through the hairs that blanketed much of his torso as they attempted to catch their breath. "That was…"Emma began.
"Don't you dare say 'a one time thing' Swan, or you'll regret it." Killian threatened, teasing her as he always had, although now there was a sweetness to her reply that he had craved but never thought would be his pleasure to receive. "As you wish." She replied.
Killian knew tomorrow would bring trials and new obstacles to light in their search for Henry, not to mention Baelfire's imminent presence. But for now, it was enough to hold her in his arms as they waited for night to run out.