After promising Regina and Henry to help with Operation: Mongoose the three of them left the wizard's house exhausted, physically and mentally from both the Shattered Sight spell and everything else that happened in the last forty eight hours. Henry had parted with Regina to stay with her for the night and Emma climbed into her bug to drive back to Granny's. She and Killian had unfinished business and her lips, along with the rest of her if she was honest, were still tingling from that kiss in the back hallway. That kiss was…Emma shook her head to clear her brain. She knew they had a lot to discuss, but right now, she just needed to be with him.
Upon checking her text messages however, it appeared that everyone, including her pirate, were back at her parent's loft. So she headed there instead and arrived to find all the lights off, except for a small lamp in the living room. Her mother, with baby Neal asleep in her arms, rose off the couch and walked over to greet Emma when she came in.
"Everyone went to bed already, but it took Neal a while to settle down. He just now drifted off," Mary Margaret told her in a loud whisper. "Is everything okay?"
"I think so," Emma whispered back. "Henry found something in that house, but it was too late to fully investigate tonight." She let her eyes roam the tiny apartment, searching for a familiar face. "Where's Killian? He sent me a text that he was here," she asked, concern rising in her chest.
"Upstairs," her mother replied. "He came back here with us to wait for you but he looked so exhausted I sent him up to your room."
The tightening in Emma's chest eased and she raised an eyebrow. "My room. And David's okay with that?"
Mary Margaret smiled. "I think he took pity on him and figured he was too exhausted to compromise his daughter's honor for the time being so he gave in."
"Really?" Emma whined. "He knows I had a kid, right?"
"I know, but you'll always be his little girl," her mother said, "and he doesn't want to think about his little girl doing…grown-up things."
Emma just sighed. She supposed all father's were like that and not just ones who were Fairytale princes.
"You should go get some sleep." Mary Margaret kissed her on the cheek."We'll see you in the morning." She padded off to put Neal in his crib and join her husband in bed.
Emma quietly made her way upstairs to her bedroom, gently pushing the door open and once inside, shutting it with a light click. She took off her jacket and placed it over the back of a chair and then slipped her boots off before making her way to her bed and the figure already lying there. She carefully sat down on the edge and watched him breathing deeply.
He'd kicked off his boots and jacket, but was otherwise fully dressed still and hadn't bothered to turn down the covers. Even in the dark, with just a hint of moonlight shining through the cracks in the blinds on the windows, Emma could tell the tension she'd felt coming off him the last few days was gone. How it took her so long to really notice something was wrong bothered her. Sure, something in her head had told her he wasn't completely himself, but she'd pushed that aside, focusing instead on helping Elsa and defeating the Snow Queen. If she'd known how close she'd been to losing him…
"If you stare any harder, Swan, you'll burn a hole in my head." He echoed her words back at her, his voice deep and husky, a small smirk on his face though his eyes were still closed.
"I thought you were asleep," she answered back.
"I was, but I heard you come in," he replied, eyes opening to look at her. "Everything alright?"
"For the moment, but you know this town," she said. "Nothing stays quiet for long."
"Aye."
Emma just stared at him for several long minutes, not saying a word. She was feeling too much and wanted to say too much to know where to start. Watching Gold nearly crush his heart and her helpless to stop him had nearly broke her. She'd put on a brave face, her walls back up, when she slammed his heart back into this chest, hoping he wouldn't notice.
But the second he slammed his lips onto hers, pressing her into the wall of the hallway at Granny's, kissing her senseless, she nearly collapsed. He was pouring into her all the pain and anguish he'd felt not having a heart and not being able to tell her what was going on, or how frightened he'd been almost leaving her behind when he'd promised her he wouldn't.
Reading her as he always had, he reached out a hand to her. "Swan."
Emma didn't take his hand though. Instead she pulled her legs up onto the bed, and practically fell into him. Her arm went around his waist and her head rested on his chest, his heart beating in her ear. His arms came around her, holding her tight.
"It's alright, Swan," he said into the top of her head. "I'm here."
"But you almost weren't," she replied. "You almost weren't and there was nothing I could do. If it hadn't been for Belle-"
"Aye, I owe her my life. Literally," he said. "But you would have found a way, I believe in you." He placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"It's a good thing Belle threw him out of Storybrooke, because if he was still here-"
"Emma, look at me," Killian said, cutting her off and gently putting his hook under her chin to lift her head up so he could look her in the eyes. "You're the Savior, Emma," he said. "No matter how the Crocodile tried to hurt me, you wouldn't blacken your heart, not for me. I wouldn't let you."
"But, if he had-"
"But he didn't," Killian cut her off. "And I'm still here."
Emma just nodded, a lump forming in her throat preventing her from speaking. Much as she tried to hold them back, the tears that had been trying to escape all night finally began falling down her cheeks.
"K-Killian, I…" She choked on her tears and sniffed. He was here. Safe, and she was in his arms and all the emotions she'd felt the last few days overwhelmed her and she couldn't fight it anymore. "I love you," she whispered.
To say he was surprised by her words would be an understatement. It wasn't so much the words themselves that surprised him, he had no doubts that she loved him. But he never thought she would have said it so soon. She was an open book to him, always had been. But he knew she was cautious and would never say anything she wasn't ready too.
"I love you, too Swan," he told her and again, planted his lips on hers as he'd done at Granny's, kissing her as if his life depended on it.
Emma moaned into the kiss and let him flip her over so he was pressing her into the mattress. Her hands tangled in his hair and ran down his back, trying to press him even closer. She might have pushed him away before when things were moving too fast, had told him to be patient, and he listened, never pushing her farther than she was willing to go. But, nearly losing him had changed everything and what little of her walls that she'd left standing shattered and crumbled.
"Killian," she moaned when his lips left hers and moved along her jaw and down her neck. "Killian, I need you."
He pulled back so he could see her eyes and looked down at her. Even in the dark, she could see the even deeper shade of blue they'd become and it was impossible for her not drown in their pools. "Emma, are you sure?" He asked. "I don't want you to-"
Emma placed a finger over his lips to silence him. "I'm tired of being patient," she said. "You were right, if we don't take advantage of the moments when we have them, we may never get them."
Killian nodded, and brought his lips down on hers, nearly crushing them. He'd been longing for her to let him in completely for what felt like an eternity, but she finally had. He'd won her heart because she wanted him too, and because in her heart he had earned her love. She'd had his for quite some time, and tonight had literally, held it in her hands. But now he had hers too, and he would protect it with his life.
"As you wish, love," he mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, and then moving down to her ear, nibbling lightly before continuing along her neck, sucking the skin hard and then blowing cool air to ease the slight pain. His hand and hook slid down her torso to the hem of her sweater, sliding underneath it to feel the skin beneath.
Emma gasped when the cool metal of his hook touched her warm skin. Her hands moved along his arms and down his back to the waistband of his pants. She grabbed his shirt as he sucked on her neck, pulling it out of his leather pants and slid her arms along his back.
Killian's mouth reach the top of her sweater and pulling back slightly he looked down at her. She nodded at his unspoken question, and he pushed her sweater up, his mouth following its way up her body from the waistband of her jeans in a line up her stomach, to the middle of her chest over her light pink lacy bra. He moved back long enough to pull it over her head, tossing it to the floor as his lips met her's again.
Emma had let him go so she could lift her arms for him to pull her sweater off, but once she was free of that, her hands tangled in his hair again as he kissed her, keeping him there a moment or two longer, before they moved to work the clasps on his vest and buttons on his shirt, divesting him of both as quickly as possible, and tossing them to join her sweater on the floor. His pants went next and then hers, till all that was left was underwear. Killian kissed his way down her throat, across her shoulders, and to the peaks of her breasts peeking out from the top of her bra. He grinned up at her from his position, eyebrow arched saucily, "This is quite fascinating corsetry, Swan," he said, mouth moving against her skin.
Emma giggled. "You stupid pirate, it's called a bra," she explained, "and it's way more comfortable than a corset." But her giggle became a gasp when he brushed a thumb over her nipple through the lacey material, making it hard.
"Interesting," Killian said. "But how does it come off?" He ran his hook up her arm to the strap on her right shoulder and pulled it down to her elbow.
"There's a clasp in the back." Emma pulled her arm out of the freed strapped. "But, it might be a little tricky-" She never finished that thought, because before she even knew what had happened, he'd used his good hand to undo the clasp and had it off, hanging on hook. She looked at him in amazement, but he just grinned at her.
"I think I've got it," he said, and it over his shoulder without taking his eye off her. "You're gorgeous, Emma." He told her, taking her in and admiring her skin and her shape before cupping a breast in his good hand and leaning in to place his mouth on the other.
"Ngh!" Emma moaned, arching her back to get more pressure. Killian smiled and let his tongue swirl around her nipple, gently biting it while his hand massaged and teased her other breasts before he switch his mouth to the one hand as occupied, making her moan even more. Slowly his hands moved down her torso and his lips followed, placing hot kisses and nibbles along her stomach and lower until he reached the elastic waist of her lacey pink panties.
Emma could hardly stand it, he was driving her crazy. Somehow, she knew he was doing it on purpose, trying to drive her mad. She could tell herself it was the heat of the moment, the rush of emotions that had nearly consumed her when Gold had nearly crushed his heart, but she'd be lying to herself. The need for him had been slowly burning since the moment she met him, and that kiss in Neverland had nearly been her undoing. Still, she'd managed to walk away because of Neal, and because her walls were still firmly up..
But then he'd traveled to the past with her helping her save her parents, and he'd traded his ship to find her in New York, and she realized he wasn't something she could deny any longer. She'd needed to go slow, and he'd been patient and just kept loving her until, just as he'd said he would, he won her heart. And that slow fire that had been building this whole time was nearly ready to explode for wanting him.
"Killian, please," she moaned. "I need you." Her hips arched off the bed as he placed a kiss over her core through her underwear.
"Aye, Swan," he chuckled. "I can tell, but I'm not done having fun yet." He sat back and took one foot in his hand, kissing his way up her leg on her ankle, the back of her knee and on her inner thigh. He grinned and nipped her lightly when she called out his name , he placed hand and hook on her hips and slid her panties down her legs and off, and his lips landed on her core, licking and teasing until she was keening.
"Killian...Gods," she swore, hands digging into his hair to keep him right where he was, her legs parting just a tad wider. "Gods, yes. Please don't stop. Mmm...harder." She said, her hips grinding against him.
He brought up his hand to rub her sensitive nub, providing more pressure, and sliding first one finger, and two into her warm heat, pumping them in and out she jerked her hips. "Come on, Emma," he said, glancing up at her. "Let go, love. Just let go."
And she did, letting out a groan and calling his name as she came undone and saw stars before finally falling back to earth, her body glistening with sweat and her breath coming in gasps. "Killian...that...I…" She couldn't find the words she wanted to describe how he made her feel.
Moving to her side, head propped up on his hand as he looked down at her, grinning. "You were beautiful, Emma," he said, his hook lifting a strand of hair from her damp shoulder.
She brought up a hand to cup his cheek and she leaned up to kiss him. "Now it's your turn," she said, and pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. His hard member pressed against her through his underwear. "And you're still wearing too many clothes." She leaned down, giving him an opened mouth kiss, her tongue swirling around and tangling with his before she moved down his throat, to his chest, licking his taut nipples just as he'd done for her.
Killian moaned, his hand running up her thigh to grab a breast as massage it as she kissed him. He couldn't believe was here, with her. He'd dreamed of this moment forever, but with curses and memory loss and and his foolish idea to make deals with the Crocodile that had nearly cost him his life, he was afraid he'd lost her. But here they were, she had told him she loved him, and finally let all her walls come down so that he love her with his whole being. He made a vow to himself to never be so foolish with either of their lives again, and to protect her and love her with everything he had.
Emma had kissed her way down his chest and his well toned stomach, hands tugging at his underwear. "Off!" She commanded and he lifted his hips so she could pull them off and out of the way. She took him in her hard and gently pulled up and down, brushing her thumb over his tip. Killian's hips bucked and he moaned her name, "Emma."
She just grinned and worked him some more, while she leaned forward to kiss his stomach again slowly moving her lips towards where her hand was currently occupied, but he stopped her before she got there. "No," he said, panting, barely containing himself. "Not like that."
"But-" Emma protested, frowning wanting to return the favor.
"I want to be inside you, Emma," he replied, his chest rising and falling with his restraint. "Please."
She nodded and sat up, positioning him with her hand, and sliding down his length with her heat, slowly taking him all in. Slowly, she pulled her hips back, nearly letting him go but, before he could protest she slid down again, letting him fill her completely.
"Faster, Emma," Killian said, bucking his hips up towards her. "Faster." He wasn't going to last much longer and needed the pressure to build. Hard. Faster. His hand moved to her hip to help her find the rhythm he needed, until he finally exploded, spilling himself into her as he called her name.
Emma collapsed against his chest, head resting on his shoulder and moving with him as he came down and slowly regained a normal breathing pattern. "I love you, Emma," he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
She lifted her head and smiled sleepily at him. "I love you, too," she said and gave him a soft kiss before moving off him, but curling into his chest, arm around his waist, and tucking a knee between his legs. His arm went around her and with another kiss to her forehead, they drifted off to sleep feeling more content than either had in years.