I have been writing for Downton Abbey for over a year now, and this is my first posting in the "Once Upon a Time" realm. I am captivated by Emma and Killian, both as individuals and as a couple, and scripting this ficlet was a joy.
Own nothing, love everything. And any and all feedback is always most appreciated and welcome. :)
My thanks to miscreant rose for reading everything I write, whether she watches OUaT or not! You're a doll, my dear, and I appreciate your feedback more than I can say.
How it began is still a fog, her reason cast into a realm of sensation and dreams too hazy to function, too heated to care. Lines are blurred, reality obscured, logical thought too dangerous to grant a foothold.
There is only this. Only him.
And she needs him like air.
His mouth pillages hers, claiming shards of a spirit too bruised to protest. One hand massages her hair, a rounded remnant presses her back, stroking skin with more finesse and fire than fingers could ever summon, leading her down a path she fears yet dares not refuse. She is engulfed by this man of salt and sea, cast adrift by one who knows the darkness of being lost.
Of being alone.
No longer, she promises herself. She has lived in the shadows too long.
Lips traverse hidden valleys down the slopes of her neck, riding the curves of her clavicle, strumming nerves taut in anticipation of what his tongue will find next. Warm breath forges new territory, tickling the crevice of her chest before rising to hover over her breast. He claims it with a fire she needs, pulling want from her with a rough artistry that keeps her off-balance.
He is everywhere, exploring her like a map, taking the scenic route to his destination, roaming off course on purpose. She is worth more than jewels to him, more important to his existence than the very blood in his veins. All of her is not enough, it will never be enough, for there is more to this woman of iron and flesh than he can uncover in a lifetime.
She is his heart. She is everything.
There is openness and filling, cries and caresses mixing with things left unspoken, creating something beyond them both. Sweat slickened touches, names whispered into skin, moans crashing into emotion, they craft a dance unique to them, the tango of new lovers that crescendos into bursting light.
Then breathing and stillness, limbs entangled, bodies still joined. There is only this. Only him…only her. Adrift together on the realm of tomorrow.
Thanks so much for reading. :) A penny for your thoughts...