Emma slowly rolled off of Killian, both of their bodies still sticky with sweat from the passionate love they just made.
She reached over to her bedside table and picked up the fork that laid there, next to a plate of chocolate cake.
"You want a piece of this?" she asked him, taking a bite of the cake.
"I'd rather have a piece of this," he said, pulling her back to him.
"Killian!" Emma giggled, trying to swallow her bite without choking.
Without a second thought, he pulled her mouth into his. She kissed him back just as feverishly. The taste of chocolate being shared between them.
When they pulled back to breathe, Emma looked down at him and grinned stupidly wide, trying desperately to contain a laugh, but failing so.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
Slowly licking each inch of his mouth she said, "You. Just. Have. Frosting. On. Your. Lips."
Killian dipped his finger in this frosting atop the slice of cake and ran his finger with frosting on it down her lips. "Like this?" he asked.
"You fuck-"
Before Emma could finish her sentence, Killian dashed his tongue out to lick the frosting off her lips.
"Oh hell no!" Emma said, reaching for more frosting to cover his mouth with. "You are not winning this one!"
They continued teasing each other with the frosting until the cake was as naked, but not quite as sweaty, as they were.