First. Desire.
When Emma rented the flat it was meant to be Henry and hers. But this togetherness between the savior and her son only lasted two weeks because on the third Monday Killian Jones stood on their threshold and begged Emma to let him stay - only for one night. And because Emma still felt guilty about the not-trusting-Hook-and-leaving-him-behind-at-the-beanstalk-thing and because she needed a little distraction from the Neal-being-Baelfire-thing she let him stay. She didn't intend to let him stay longer than one night - for Henry's sake. And - even if she'd never admit it - for hers too. But this "one night" turned into two, then into three and by now he has lived with them for almost a month. He has become a part of her life. His bittersweet teasing, his way of flirting with her hasn't changed but even though he is all cocky and flirty towards her, to Henry he is kind and friendly. After all he is Captain Hook, a pirate, and Henry's favorite Disney movie has always been Peter Pan. It's not that Emma approves Hook being Henry's role model, but when her son is around, Hook acts gentleman-like and charming and when he flirts with her afterwards she is almost about to give in, to give in to the tension, because their attraction grows every day they spend together. And this evening it is particularly bad. It is already dark outside, the living room is dipped in the light of the two wall lamps and the wavering light of the TV as they sit in front of it on the black couch. And of course Killian just can't shut up. He teases, flirts, winks and smirks at her and Emma feels herself torn between the wish to kiss him till he is unconscious and the wish to punch him in his pretty face - everything just to make him shut up and stop him from making her want him. Because she does. She wants him. And with the way he acts towards her it is more than obvious that he wants her too.
Then, suddenly, all the lights go off. Darkness surrounds them and there is no sound except their breathing.
"Why are the lights off?" Killian asks, trying to sound calm but with a nervousness in his voice that makes clear that he definitely isn't calm right now. It isn't that he is scared of the darkness, but he has gotten used to the electrical light around him and now that it is off it makes him uneasy. Emma sighs and runs her fingers through her hair.
"It's a blackout." She sees his eyes glimmer in confusion. "During a blackout there is no electricity - no "magic", how you like to call it - no lights, no TV." Hook shifts his weight and sits closer to her. Even if they don't touch, she feels his warmth right next to her. "What?" she asks as she realizes there is a smirk on his lips.
"You know, lass, if it gets too scary, you can take my hand," he says winking. Emma rolls her eyes, glad the lights are off and he isn't able to see her blush.
"Dream on, Hook." He leans forward a little bit. Now he is so close that she feels his breath on her lips.
"Just when I dream about you," he murmurs and his husky voice sends shivers down Emma's spine. She swallows hard.
"Oh, shut up," she growls, her own voice getting husky. Hook's white teeth shimmer in the dark as his smirk grows wider. Suddenly a strange noise fills the room, two fighting cats and the rattling of a falling dustbin and Emma winces and takes his hand in hers. Immediately she lets go of his hand again, not without realizing how good his hand felt in hers. "Don't be smug about that!" she snaps and Killian suppresses his laughter. They fall silent for a few minutes, and then there is his hand, flying over her skin until he finally takes her hand again and interlaces their fingers. "What are you-"
"Shush!" he interrupts her and lifts their entwined hands. To his surprise Emma doesn't take away her hand. Instead she looks at their interlaced fingers and then to the pirate's blue eyes, but he doesn't look back.
"Hook?" she asks skeptically but he still looks at their hands. Emma swallows again, her heart beats fast against her chest.
"It's Killian, darling," he says and Emma hesitates for a moment before she repeats his name.
"Killian, what-" And again he interrupts her.
"Emma," he whispers oh so softly. And it is the way he says her name that makes her heart beat so fast that it almost hurts. And as the last syllable fades away her mouth is only a few inches apart from his, her eyes closed, feeling his breath against her lips. Killian smirks satisfied. He'd always known she would give in someday, he just hadn't expect it to happen so soon. He is more than happy to feel her upper body pressed against his. Killian lifts his hook and winds a strand of her blonde hair around it. She is stunning, amazing. And she is so much like him. Hurt, a little bit lost and afraid of falling in love again. It is not like he loves her, but he really likes her and with every day that passes by he likes her even more. And he can't get rid of the feeling that she feels the same. But when it comes to him she would never admit to even liking him. He admits it. At least to himself. And now - finally - after about three months circling each other but never really getting somewhere they are here, on Emma's couch and they are about to kiss. Only one more inch and he would finally - finally - feel her lips pressed against his. He has waited so long for this moment to come, not even sure it would ever happen, but here they are. Killian leans forward and his lips stroke softly over hers and - the light go on again and Emma jerks back. The moment is gone and it would not return in the foreseeable future. The pirate lets out a frustrated groan and Emma looks at him, running her fingers through her hair nervously. Her heart is still racing, her head spinning. Emma has fallen for Captain Hook's charm and even if there is a certain distance between them she can't get rid of the feeling that it isn't over yet. Her lips and her head are burning, all the skin Killian has touched feels hot and tingles. Her body longs for his touch, for his lips, for his bare skin on hers. It is like his touch has caused a completely new, unknown desire inside her, but she knows, if she gives in to this desire now, she won't be able to stop herself from whatever she is up to. And she never wants to be that addicted to anyone again. When she had loved Neal he'd only hurt her. She had sworn to herself that no one would ever be able to hurt her like that again, that no one would ever get this close to her again. And now she lives with Hook, lets him close to her son and the worst is that she really cares about him. When their eyes meet again, she knows she doesn't have to make a decision. His eyes gleam with lust, his pupils are dilated.
"Enough is enough!" Killian growls in a deep and lustful voice and suddenly Emma lies on her back, her body pressed into the soft fabric of the black couch, feeling his body on top of hers and it feels so incredibly good that she has to suppress a moan.
"Wha-" But she can't finish her question because the pirate presses his lips against hers and the moan Emma had held back escapes her lips. His lips move against her passionately, hungrily and it takes a few heartbeats before the savior finally kisses him back. And it is the way she kisses him that makes him lose all control. He rips of her blouse with his hook so that its buttons fly all across the room and Emma arches her back, reaching for his touch, longing for it. With another moan Emma's hands land on his black shirt and with skillful fingers she unbuttons it. As the black fabric finally lands on the floor Emma lifts her upper body, presses it against his and then she wraps her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Her lips part and Hook's tongue enters her mouth to plunder it like the most precious treasure he has ever found. His hand and his hook slide down her sides, his hand reaches for her bra clasp and tries to open it but he despairs at the try. Discouraged he breaks away from her and gives her a frustrated look. With a chuckle Emma opens the bra by herself, throwing it somewhere in the room and Killian can't stop staring at her in admiration. He bends forward and kisses her again. Emma still smiles in amusement.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurs while his hook runs up her side and finally touches her right breast. when the cold metal touches her nipple it is up to Emma to lose all her control and suddenly Hook is the one who lies on his back and is pressed into the soft black fabric of the couch, the stunning blonde right on top of him. His hook and hand lie on her hips and then she moves her lower body slowly, presses her pelvis against his and makes him gasp in pleasure. Emma leans forward again and Killian feels her breasts brushing softly over his bare chest. He opens his eyes, which he had closed during their kiss and finds her looking at him with a yearning and lustful expression in her beautiful blue eyes. His touch, the feeling of his bare skin on hers makes her lose her head. Her body screams for more, more, so much more and as his lips seal hers again she reaches down to take off his black jeans. They both moan at the same time as her lower body moves backwards so her hand can undo the zipper of his jeans and both - her hand and her lower body stroke over the bulge in his boxer-shorts. As she opens her eyes she looks inside his and sees the most beautiful expression she has ever seen on his face. It shows all of the lust he feels towards her and underneath the lust there is more. There is also a tender affection and this affection is for her. Her heart starts racing again and as their lips meet, their kiss is passionate but tender at the same time. She knows that it is in the way she kisses him - the proof that she feels the same way about him. Not yet love, but still more than just desire. It is something in between but they both know it could become love if they would just let it happen. But of course they are too stubborn to see this by now. Now there is just this burning desire to touch each other, to feel each other. An unrestrained longing for being one.
And then, out of nowhere Emma's phone starts to ring. They ignore it at first, but the caller is persistent and after two minutes of ringing Emma breaks away from Killian with a growl and answers the phone.
"Yes?" she growls and sits up. The man under her does the same and she gives him an irritated glare before she suppresses a moan because Killian just takes one of her nipples into his mouth and sucks on it while his hand plays with her other breast.
"It's me, Ruby," Red says at the other end of the phone. Emma gasps as his cold hook presses against her bare back. "Where are you? We've been waiting for you for about half an hour!" Ruby complains and Emma curses herself. She has completely forgotten about the planned girls night out with Red, Ashley and Belle.
"I'm sorry, I'm right there," she says quickly before hanging up and lets out the moan she has suppressed during Ruby's and her little talk. But as the phone lies on the living room table Hook lets go of her breasts.
"You are going nowhere!" he growls and kisses her once again hungrily. With a sigh Emma rises from his lap.
"I'm sorry, but I promised them I'd be there," she apologizes giving him an apologizing look.
"Tell them you can't," Killian snaps, rises himself and walks towards her. Emma swallows hard as she sees the bulge in his jeans, she has caused. She gets weak in her knees, her body aches for his touch and her heart screams for more. "You stay and we will finish this!" She shakes her head, almost convinced to stay.
"I can't, I promised." With that she turns away and finally finds her bra - it hangs on a wall lamp and she really isn't sure how exactly it'd found its way there. But as she puts it on again and wants to close it, Hook is right behind her.
"Stay," he growls and she swallows again, trying to get rid of the feeling that spreads between her legs. Then Killian presses his bare chest against her back, his bulge against her ass and she gasps.
"No," she answers her volition fading away, but still trying to sound a little bit determined. Then she turns around to face him. His facial expression shows his frustration and disappointment and she feels exactly the same, she just doesn't show it that obviously.
"Please," he says and her heart stops beating for a second. "Stay. Don't leave me like this." She swallows again. He had never begged her for anything. Even as he had asked her to stay for one night one month ago he hadn't begged. It had been more like "You owe me a favor, swan girl." and after a little bit of discussing she had allowed him to stay. And now he begs her to stay. She bites her lower lip.
"I-I won't stay. But I will be back 'round midnight and we will finish this." But her hesitation tells him that she isn't as determined as before. The smirk on his lips tells her that he knows he almost got her. He bends forward again and his lips stroke over hers seductively and longingly at the same time. One more word and she would stay.
"Emma!" It is the word, but it wasn't Killian who had said it. Hook and Emma exchange a surprised look.
"Belle?" Emma shouts back. Why is Gold's girlfriend here and not already at the club? "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to pick you up, because I've phoned Ruby and she told me you are not there yet either." Emma curses one more time, finally closing her bra as she gives Killian another excusing look.
"I'm so sorry," she murmurs giving him a short peck on the lips, then rushing out of the room. After one minute she returns wearing a beautiful, tight, light blue dress. "Right there!" she yells and is almost at the door as Killian grasps her arm, twirls her around and captures her lips for one last passionate kiss.
"Midnight and then we will finish this," he says and as she leaves the flat for her girls night out. He knows she will come back as soon as possible to find the salvation for her "problem" - her prickling body and the wetness between her thighs. And the only salvation is him.
A/N: First thing: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the first chapter ;) And a BIG thank you to Susan 94 for beta-ing! I hope you had as much fun reading this "prologue" as I had writing it, if you did, I would be happy if you tell me what you think about it.
