Hope you enjoy my first CS fic. You can also find this on tumblr under the URL its-called-trust-swan . tumblr. com
Emma was half naked and rummaging around in Mary Margaret's closet when Hook walked into the loft. He just barged in like nobody's business. She didn't even have time to grab the blanket from the bed before he rounded the corner and got a good look at her in nothing but her bra and panties. His eyes widened at the sight of her exposed skin as she wrangled for the comforter on Mary Margaret's bed.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said, exasperated.
"Well I came to talk to you but apparently I walked in on something completely different." Emma rolled her eyes at the pirate, who still looked like he was replaying the image of her naked in his head.
"Hook," Emma said, trying to pull him out of his daydream, "Killian!" He shook his head as if to shake the image and finally brought himself back down to reality. Looking at Emma, he took his hook and secured it between the bed sheets wrapping around Emma and her skin, and pulled her closer.
"I hope you know that you're beautiful, love," he whispered in her ear. But no, she told herself. She could not do this here. Mary Margaret or David or Henry could walk in any second and catch her in a compromising position. She did not want a repeat of when she and Henry walked in on her parents in bed, 'resting'.
But there were his eyes, blue and begging for the taste of her lips. She knew she was looking at him with the same desire.
Emma's lips crashed into Hooks, gripping his collar as the lingering taste of rum coating her mouth as she let his tongue break the boundary her lips had created a split second after the impact. She couldn't control herself and as much as her mind told her to stop, told her that anyone could walk through that door at any given moment, her body wouldn't let her. She let her legs wrap around his strong torso and let her hands trail down his chest, mostly exposed due to his pirate wear. He lifted her off her feet as she slid his hand into his jacket, feeling his rugged skin and strong heart pulsing. She pulled away only for a moment.
"Latch the door, then let's go upstairs," Emma whispered in his ear. Killian resumed kissing her, wrapping his good hand up in her hair while he slid the large wooden latch shut with his hook and took to the staircase. Emma wrapped herself around him tighter, letting her hands explore his short hair, fisting it, wanting more. Hook could tell.
"Are you sure this is what you want, love?" he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers so she could look into his beautiful blue eyes. She nodded.
"Now, take the damn leather jacket off. You've been wearing that thing much too long."
