So, in honor of CS Fluff month, I'm writing my first fluffy pregnancy piece based on a request. I've actually tried to base some of this off of my own experiences being pregnant, and think that I'll continue this one for several chapters, some of which will be smutty, and some of which won't be. Not expecting it to be particularly kinky, though third trimester sex does take some creativity...

This chapter takes place around 10-12 weeks. Yes, the big boobs and the insane sensitivity can really happen, for those who've never been through it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time, or any of the characters.

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"Seriously, stop staring!"

"I can't help it, lass. Have you seen your bosom? It's ..."

"Huge. I know." Emma struggled with her bra some more, trying to will her breasts into the obviously too-small cups. "God dammit, I swear these things have gone up another size!" She threw the bra across the bedroom with a huff, naked once more.

Killian's sparkling eyes met hers as he reclined on their bed before dropping to her chest, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Emma, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, you're carrying my child, and your breasts are the size of cannon balls. I'm sorry to disappoint you, darling, but I'm going to stare."

Looking in their bedroom mirror, she had to admit- her body did look pretty damn good. While she hadn't appreciated the first trimester changes back when she was pregnant with Henry (what with being locked up, abandoned, and all) things were considerably easier this time around. She could get plenty of sleep, didn't feel particularly nauseous most days, her sex drive was off the charts and she hadn't really gained a pound yet, except in her chest- where she'd gone up easily two sizes. In a few months she'd start to notice a roundness in her belly, and their secret would be out, but for now she and Killian were keeping it quiet. Or, at least, she was. He, on the other had, seemed quite pleased with himself, and she'd caught him dropping little hints here and there about his virility.

"Come back to bed, love. I have the perfect remedy to help you relax." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"That's what got us into this mess."

"I was thinking I'd rub your back, though I'd never deny you more carnal pleasures if my lady insists."

"You know what your back rubs do to me," she protested even as she sank back into the bed next to him and he ran his hand over her skin lightly, eliciting a soft sigh from her. It was a lazy Sunday, she had nowhere to be, and for a man with one hand- he was remarkably good at this stuff.

He grabbed some massage oil and the little plastic massage tool he'd found at Mr Clark, um Sneezy's, pharmacy. He ran his hand all over her back as he spread out the fragrant oil, then used the tool to knead the tension out of her shoulders and back, where it seemed to be the worst. Every so often, he'd lean down to place a kiss to her skin, gentle kisses that were probably supposed to be soothing but only made her think of his mouth and all the amazing things he could do with it; she shivered.

The 4-pronged plastic tool was abandoned as Killian began to knead the muscles in her ass and legs, kissing his way down one and up the other as he went. Completely against her will, she moaned and sighed.

"Turn over, love."

She wanted to protest, to say that he didn't need to do anything else because she did feel relaxed and immeasurably more comfortable, but instead found herself flipping onto her back as he sat between her thighs and began kissing his way up her body. She was being greedy, but she wanted more and he seemed happy to give it to her. Her breasts were so sensitive right now, but he knew that, and gently nuzzled and kissed them as he worked his way to her neck. He was so tender, slow and almost reverent in his actions, and she'd never felt more cherished. She saw plain as day the emotions in his eyes as he locked his stare with hers and smiled softly. He loved her. He was happy with her. He wanted her.

She let her legs fall open to either side of him, and he smirked. He ran his hand through her hair softly, leaning in for a slow, passionate kiss that set them both on fire. Kissing his way back down her body, he settled between her thighs and began to kiss her around her soft folds, his lips tantalizingly close but not quite where she needed them. "Killian" she whimpered. "Please."

"As you wish," he replied, a response that he knew always made her melt a little for reasons he didn't quite understand. He began to kiss her gently, lips and tongue moving softly to part her folds and get to her sensitive clit, the sensation bringing a breathy sigh to her lips. "Gods, Emma, you are a marvel," he breathed against her skin.

So sensitive. God, her body was so sensitive. It had to be the hormones. Every swipe of his tongue, press of his lips, every little nibble and gentle suck felt amazing. Unable to resist, she fisted her hands in his dark silky hair, arching her back to allow more access to every part of her aching center. He groaned as he plunged his face deeper and tasted her arousal, tongue dancing over her and sending sparks of pleasure shooting to her core. "Holy shit that feels good," she whimpered.

He looked up and stared at her for a moment, his eyes shot black with lust and awe. She wanted to grab his head and just force him back between her legs, where her body practically screamed for him, but instead brushed her thumb over his cheek tenderly. "Emma" he whispered, diving back between her legs as she cried out his name. "Killian, oh Killian, please don't stop."

"Gods, I don't want to stop, love."

It was almost too much. She was soaking wet, always so wet for him. He was thrusting gently into the bed, rubbing himself against the sheets in his desperation for some kind of friction, and the fact that he was as turned on as she was only added fuel to the fire, added to the heat racing through her veins. The sensations were so heightened; it was like her nerves were on overdrive.

He moaned lowly as he drank her in, grabbing her hips and pulling her into his face. She had told him that her body seemed more sensitive, and her reactions seemed to confirm that she was right. She'd always enjoyed his mouth on her, but he could tell that he was bringing her unsurpassed pleasure by the way her thighs were shaking, from the gasps and pants and broken sighs coming from her lips, from the way she was writhing under him. He wanted to make her come undone until she'd had her fill, even if it took hours. Wanted to worship her body and make her cry out his name. Wanted her to know how much he loved her.

It took mere minutes and she was fisting her hand in his hair again, her whole body shaking as she got close and gasped, "Oh god, Killian! You have to stop! I want you inside me when I come!"

He swiftly crawled up her body and kissed her as he lined himself up and smoothly thrust deep into her wet heat, swallowing her loud keening cry with his lips. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as close to her as possible, and kissed him furiously, hips bucking up to meet his as she teetered on the edge. Just a handful of thrusts and she came, walls clenching around him as he drew out her release.

"Let me watch you," he whispered, sliding out and rolling onto his back so she could straddle him. "You look so gorgeous on top of me." She sank onto his cock, moaning as he filled her from a different angle. Her cheeks were flushed, hair cascading over her heaving chest and shoulders, and he wanted to sear this image into his brain to remember forever. She was breathtaking, his woman, riding his cock with such a look of ecstasy on her face that he didn't ever want it to end.

Leaning back slightly, she whimpered, "oh my god, Killian, you have no idea how good this feels. It's so intense." Her breath hitched as she gasped out the words, biting her lips as she fluttered around him. He'd always been amazing in bed, but with the changes in her body, she'd found a new level of sensitivity that made every movement incredibly stimulating. She kept herself on edge, walls spasming around him as he groaned under her, clearly enjoying the sensation as much as she was. "Sooo close... oh!...I...just want...to draw it... Out... Oh god... A little longer!" She gasped.

"Fuck, Emma, that feels so bloody goddamn good," he growled, holding back as much as he could so he didn't push her to come until she was ready. Her cries and gasps got louder and louder as she rode him slowly and deliberately, teasing that perfect spot inside her with every roll of her hips.

He fought the desire to just surge up into her and end their torment, busying himself with brushing his fingers over her breasts and hips. He was almost painfully hard, the fluttering sensation around his cock nearly driving him mad with need, but he knew that their orgasms would be even more intense for all the teasing, and he wanted to watch her come, knowing he'd probably have to catch her when the intensity caused her to pass out. He always loved when that happened; to know her body was so overwhelmed with sheer ecstasy that she lost consciousness from how hard he'd made her come. (It had been happening more often since she'd gotten pregnant, something about blood volume and hormones.) She literally couldn't get enough of him some days, and thank god he had the stamina to keep up with her insatiable desire.

He was very much NOT complaining.

Her whimpers turned into moans, which turned into cries, and she picked up the pace as she crossed that point of no return, screaming, " oh god, Killian, fuck me! Yes! Oh god! Killian! Kill-i- an!" As he thrust into her, sending them both into the abyss as they came together, her walls closing in around him as he pumped his release deep inside her. God, she was beautiful when she came, head thrown back, breasts heaving as she rolled her hips. She began to topple over, eyes closing as she lost consciousness, but his arms were there, and he guided her down on to his chest, holding her close as their breathing returned to normal.

"I'm sorry," she murmured as she woke up. "It just feels so good, it's overwhelming."

He chuckled, running his hand through her hair. "Oh yeah, it's awful knowing I make you come that hard." His voice dropped to a whisper, "Told you you couldn't handle it."

She sighed. "It's the damn hormones. I could handle it before. Well, most of the time," she added with a blush, kissing his neck and jaw.

He laughed. "If our biggest problem is incredible sex, I think we're doing alright, love." He trailed his hand over her back as she shifted to lie next to him.

"I love you," she whispered, her hand playing in his chest hair. "I hope you know that."

He looked down at her, wondering if this was really the right moment but thinking that everything was so perfect that waiting seemed silly. He leaned over to the nightstand and reached in, grabbing a small pouch. He pressed something into her right hand- a gold coin with roughly a third of it cut out. "I'm not sure you noticed, but I nicked this from the giants' treasure atop the beanstalk. Took me a little while longer to get the treasure I truly found there, but it was worth the wait." He shifted so he could look at her and took her left hand in his. To her surprise, she felt how tense he was. "Emma Swan, I was a man lost at sea for 300 years, until I met you. I never thought I could love again, much less have that love returned. You've given me everything I've ever wanted, and now this" He moved their joined hands to her belly,"for which there are no words to express my joy. But I'll always be a pirate, and I'm greedy to have the one thing I still find missing: Emma, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

He pulled out a gold ring with a simple princess cut diamond.

Tears sprang to her eyes as the reality of it all hit her. They were so similar; she'd never expected to have all of this either. Never thought she'd be lucky enough to find her parents or the child she'd given up. Never thought she'd find a man who loved her just as she was, and could make her feel special and beautiful with just a look. Never thought he'd want to marry her. Never thought she'd get to be a mother again. And it scared her so much, because now she had so much to lose.

"What?" She asked, disbelieving.

"I'm asking you to marry me, lass." He suddenly looked very nervous. "Did I do it wrong? I could take you to dinner, or," he shifted on the bed, getting unsteadily to one knee "maybe I have to do it like this? Do you not like the ring? We could have the dwarves make a different one.. I just thought, the beanstalk, and..."

She had to shut him up, so she did the only thing she knew to do; she pulled him down and kissed him.

"Yes." She whispered against his lips. "A thousand times yes."

His arms were around her again, and their hands in each others' hair, and their still- bare bodies pressed together as they smiled through the kiss. She just kept murmuring "yes" against his lips, and it was the most beautiful word he'd ever heard. He slipped the ring on her finger, and put his hand on her belly again as she looked at it, suddenly hesitating to meet his eyes as she felt where he'd touched her. "Oh. It's beautiful, Killian. But you don't have to do this, just because of the baby and all. People in this world have babies all the time without being married."

"Emma," he tilted her chin up so their eyes met. "I didn't even know I had a heart anymore until you made it beat again. I'd given up on having love, a home, a family. Yes, there's something about knowing you carry my child that makes me love you even more, but it only deepens what's already there. I waited 300 years for you. I don't want to wait any longer. I will never willingly leave your side, not until my dying day."

She looked for the lie, so afraid that she'd see it and her world would crumble again, but there was nothing but conviction in his eyes. He loved her. He would never leave her. She didn't have the words to express how she felt, but he'd always known how to read her; she didn't need to say anything. She covered his hand with her own, her own shy smile prompting a brilliant smile to split his face. She grabbed his and kissed him again before pulling away.

"Guess I'm going to have to find a way to reattach that left hand of yours," she said with a smirk. "Cause there is NO way you're getting out of wearing a wedding ring, Captain Innuendo."