So this is the one shot turned multi shot that started my other story, Ice & Shadows. Rated M for a reason, people! PWP. Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT!
Straight on Till Morning
Part One
"Henry will be staying with me tonight. You owe me that," Regina hissed, dark eyes snapping. Emma nodded mutely, her throat tight as Regina collected her things and stormed towards the door of Granny's Diner. Around them, the townspeople made the hurried noises of eavesdroppers caught in the act. Emma forced her eyes to the ceiling, breathing deeply as the tiles swam in front of her. A moment later she felt a hand on her shoulder, cool rings heavy against her skin.
"'s alright, love. She needs to be with her boy tonight," a dark voice whispered in her against her ear.
"I know," she murmured thickly, leaning into the touch as one finger began to draw circles on her throat. She turned, and looked up. Killian's eyes were sympathetic as he pulled her into a loose embrace. She buried her nose in his collar, familiar scents of leather and rum and the sea washing over her as his clever fingers danced up and down her spine. She felt the hand withdraw, and a moment later was slammed around the middle as Henry hugged her fiercely.
"I can't wait to read more about you in the Book, Mom! It's so cool!" Henry said excitedly.
Emma took a deep breath, and forced a smile. "Yeah kid, it is," she said, ruffling his hair.
"You're going to Regina's tonight, kid." Henry's expression clouded, and then cleared, obviously registering the newcomer wrapped in Robin's arms for the first time.
"Right," he said softly, expression sad.
Emma hugged her boy tightly, murmuring into his hair. "Be good with Regina; she's going to need you, kid."
Henry nodded solemnly as he eased out of her embrace. "I know. I wouldn't worry too much about it, Mom. It'll all work out, you'll see."
Emma's mouth twisted into a rueful smile, painfully aware of the daggers Regina was glaring her at her back. "I hope so," she murmured.
Henry patted her hand, almost pityingly.
"Come on, Mom. He's her True Love. True Love conquers all. You'll see." With that, he was gone, looping one arm carefully around Regina's waist before walking out the door.
"Let's go, Swan," Jones murmured in her ear. As if sleepwalking, she let him tow her into the night, her hand anchored in the crook of his arm. It was sometime before she realized they were not walking to the loft, but rather, towards the shore, the sounds of the waves growing louder with each step.
"Where are we?" she asked, coming to a sudden, if bewildered, halt. They were clearly near the wharves, on a channel leading to the sound. In front of them was a small houseboat, a whaler moored off a patio.
"We are at my place," Jones said quietly. Before she could object, he began to speak at a breakneck pace.
"Hear me out, darling. It's all about cans and cannots, you see. You can spend your night in a loft alone, without your boy, with your sleep deprived parents and a newborn. It will be terribly lonely, and not at all restful." Emma stood stock still, feeling his fingers trace up her arm to her neck before pushing her hair out of the way to kiss her rapidly fluttering pulse.
"Or?" she asked, tilting her head back to give him better access.
Killian tipped her chin down to his, running a thumb over her lower lip before continuing.
"Or, you can spend it here, with a devilishly handsome man and a lovely view of the sound," he said, a wicked gleam in his blue eyes.
"And the cannots?" Emma asked, heart hammering in her chest.
"I cannot spend tonight without you," he said simply. "And I for one would rather avoid your father glaring at us over messy diapers."
Emma laughed outright at that, and Killian was struck by it, as if dazed by the sound.
"And why would he be glaring at us?" she asked laughingly, all to easily picturing the scene. Oddly enough, Killian watched her intently, humor fleeing from his features.
"Because I am not finished kissing you yet, Swan," he said, so deliberately Emma felt as if a lightning bolt had passed through her.
"Captain Jones, are you trying to take advantage of a mother's distress?" she said lightly, resting her hand on his chest.
Killian's gaze narrowed, and then warmed, bringing her hand to his lips, lightly nipping her fingers. "Not at all, love. I've rum. We can get quietly schnockered and enjoy the view… though I've no objection to enjoying other sights and…" his voice darkened, a silken purr over her skin, "pleasurable activities, as the night goes on."
Emma shivered, meeting his gaze. For all his bravado, he seemed to be holding his breath.
"Well then. Permission to come aboard, Captain?" she asked, eyebrow raised in a silent challenge. Killian lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it, eyes never leaving hers.
"I thought you'd never ask, darling."
It was a small place, one floor with a loft. The head had a toilet, sink, shower, and a strange, nearly vertical tub. Sparsely furnished, a single table and couch took up little space in the sitting room. On the table, an assortment of peculiar, long handled tools rested next to a glass bottle, the beginnings of some strange project. There was a serviceable kitchenette against the wall. Pillows and blankets were strewn on the floor by the sliding door onto the patio; plainly, the pirate was not yet at ease sleeping on the soft mattress in his room. Said mattress – and the master bedroom – was just down the hall. But it was not the only one. There was a spare mattress and dresser in the second, with an odd collection of books and things on new shelves. Children's things. Things a twelve year old boy might enjoy.
"In case anyone has to sleep off a night from the Rabbit Hole," he said nonchalantly, shrugging. Emma fought to breathe. It was a lie, of course; he wasn't even trying. It was a space for Henry.
Emma leaned heavily on the small table, shaken. It took several moments before she could make her voice work properly. When she had mastered the feelings that roared through her, she asked one simple question. "How?"
"Well that's the advantage of having a first mate in port, love. Once I saw I was going to be here for a while, I made sure to ensure a proper berth. Mr. Smee was on the look out for something to my specifications, and this fit the bill. It's mine, now." He looked at her, and Emma was surprised to see the flush on his cheeks as he murmured, "A safe harbor, if you will."
His eyes held hers for a long moment, tension building around them until it was nearly unbearable. Then he looked away, coughing awkwardly as he made his way to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of rum.
"Well darling, shall we have that nightcap I promised myself? Lovely."
He was gathering the glasses, his movements jerky, when she slid her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. He stilled, and lightly, as if fearful of startling her, ran his thumb along her arms. Emma felt the tension seep from his body, and she placed her hand on his hip to turn him towards her.
He wouldn't meet her gaze, looking pointedly at anything else in the room. Carefully, she took the rum from his hand and set it aside. She lifted his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. She examined him, almost appraisingly, before she slid her arms about his neck, lifting her body against his until their lips met.
It was a languorous caress, without any of the urgency of their first. And it was devastatingly thorough. Killian's fingers speared through her hair while her fingers curled at the nape of his neck, their lips easing over each other's in a slow, unhurried dance.
He moved the kiss to her jaw, her ear, and then down her neck, his scruff a pleasant burn against her soft skin. Emma gasped when he found a particularly sensitive spot below her ear. She turned to him, winding her arms around his neck to kiss him harshly, her nails scoring light trails down his back. Killian responded eagerly, his hand grabbing her thigh and pulling it over his hip, letting her feel exactly what her display was doing to him before he moved against her, hips mimicking the thrusts of his tongue. Emma moaned, tilting her head back just enough to get some desperately needed air without relinquishing her hold on him.
Killian buried his hand in her hair and forced her head back, resting his forehead against her heaving shoulder as he fought for breath.
"Bloody hell Swan, wait," he murmured, lips running a soothing pattern over her flushed skin.
"Having second thoughts, pirate?" she asked, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.
Killian was not amused. "Believe it or not, Swan, I didn't plan to ravish you on our first night back in town," he ground out. Green emeralds watched him from beneath hooded lids, and he contained a growl. Instead he nuzzled the valley between her breasts, looking for some semblance of control.
"So what exactly did you have in mind, then? A slumber party?" she murmured sarcastically. Killian looked up at her and smirked, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"Of sorts, darling. Tonight I want to touch you, Swan," he whispered against her skin. "I want to leave my fingerprints across your body. I want to make you ache, love, until you can scarcely breathe." He paused, heaving a shuddering sigh before he met her gaze. "And in the morning, just as the dawn warms our skin, I want to fuck you senseless," he said deliberately.
Emma felt warmth pool between her legs, turned on by both his description and his directness.
"I thought you didn't plan to ravish me?" she asked, voice half strangled with desire.
A ghost of a smirk flitted across his face as he pulled back, fingers tracing random patterns along her skin.
"Those are wants, love. Wishes and fantasies and wants, not plans," He said, kissing his way up from her breasts to her neck.
"And if I say no?" she said softly, fingers running through his hair.
He smiled then, the warmth in his gaze stealing her breath away. Killian gathered her in his arms and tucked her in his lap, resting at the foot of the sofa.
"Then I'll suffer through it. A small price to pay, for your being here when I wake," he said, kissing her temple. Emma turned to him, lifting her mouth to his. After a lingering kiss, he continued, "Besides, then I'll just add it to my to-do list. I should warn you, it's quite extensive… and growing every second."
Emma snorted. "I bet it is," she muttered.
Killian ignored the comment, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "But I'd be remiss if I didn't give you at least some pleasure. Very bad form, for the lady to be left unsatisfied," he murmured, lips quirking up roguishly. She chuckled.
"Is that all you can do, Jones," she taunted. "Satisfy?"
Killian gave a sharp bark of laughter. "Careful love. You couldn't handle it," he rasped, biting out the t.
Emma pulled his face down to hers. "Maybe I want to handle it," she said against his lips. She felt the breath leave her body as he unceremoniously dropped her to the floor to hover over her, staring at her intently. She met his gaze unblinkingly, hands resting on his forearms for a moment before reaching up to cradle his cheek. Killian turned into her touch, laying a rough kiss on her palm before leaning down, his breath hot on her skin.
"As the lady wishes, then."
A moment later his fingers were tugging at her shirt, peeling it up to reveal breasts hidden beneath simple cotton.
"Are you particularly attached to this… contraption?" he asked, the disgust in his voice making her jaw crack from restrained laughter. The laugh died a moment later as he slid clever fingers beneath the fabric to roll one peaked nipple between his fingers. He was pleased to hear her gasp and feel the buck of her hips against his.
He leaned over, his stubble scraping her jaw as he kissed it gently.
"Easy Swan," he growled, tweaking the bud sharply before bending down slowly to lave it with his tongue, eyes never leaving hers. Emma arched into his mouth, and he grinned, her legs grasping his hips and thrusting in a desperate parody of love. Emma nearly choked on her own breath when she felt the cool metal of his hook slip beneath the band of her jeans. Slowly, with painful slowness, Killian peeled the denim from her body, rocking back on his heels to appreciate the sight she made, sprawled out before him. Unable to resist, he ran his hook along her sides, watching as goosebumps rose along her tender skin.
He grinned when heard her breath hitch as the cool metal slid between her legs, lightly grazing over the sensitive juncture between her thighs.
"Tell me love," he whispered into her stomach, "how much would you like me to touch you?"
Her answer was a strangled groan. Killian smirked into her flesh, before leaning up to kiss her firmly. She buried her fingers in his hair, tugging at him insistently. She almost didn't notice that he had slipped the hook between the fabric and her hip, until he twisted it roughly, the tip tearing through fabric before jerking it away.
Aaaaaand I'll pause it right there for now :) The rest is on the way, I promise!
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