A/N: For once I did as I promished and here's the second and last chapter, on time! As I've already hinted, it contains shower sex and almost zero plot. I'm a sucker for smut I can't help it ;)

I apologize if there're any mistakes or typos, I'm such a thug my stories go unbetad. Lol that was pathetic. For real though I hope there're no misspellings :)

Anyway, hope you'll enjoy it!

When they got back into the apartment, Emma was thinking of a way to delay their conversation a bit more. She knew they had to talk, but she didn't want to. At least not yet. Back in the balcony, when Killian brought up the issue again, she felt tears burn her eyes. She knew he could tell. He knew her so well.

So she did the first thing that came to her mind. She let her towel hit the floor and then took slow steps to the destination of the bathroom. Perhaps she could distract Killian for a few more minutes.

She knew he got the bait, when she heard him stumble behind her and follow her way.

"Um, where you goin' love?" He did lift an eyebrow, though.

"I don't know about you, but I certainly need another shower." She turned her head to his direction.

"A shower does sound good," his raised eyebrow now accompanied with a smirk.

"Would you care to join me?" Emma incapable to keep back her own flirty smile.

"How can I deny such an invitation?"

It made Emma giggle. She loved flirting with him. She raced to the bathroom, with Killian shortly behind her. She was about to turn the faucet on, when Killian came from behind her and grabbed her waist, capturing her in a bear hug.

She giggled again, trying to break free and once again he wasn't letting her go.

"Come on, I want to shower," she fake-whined.

"I completely agree." He was laughing. She could feel his upper body shake with the motion.

He pushed her inside the shower, then turned her around in his arms like a doll, and started laying kisses on her face, wherever he could reach.

Emma was screaming and giggling in delight. His light beard scratching and tickling her skin. Then he also brought his hands into the equation. He knew she was very ticklish. Her body full of spots, for him to find and torture her with.

She couldn't hold back her laughter. She was losing her breath. Meaningless pleads where falling from her mouth, for Killian to show merci to her pour soul, but he paid her no mind and kept on tickling her in the dry shower.

Suddenly, cold water started falling from above their heads and Emma's shocked scream pierced the air around them. Killian had accidentally knocked the faucet with his hand while tickling Emma, and now the cold shower water was soaking them both.

"Too cold! Too cold!" Emma was squirming and shimmering, still breathless from her tickling torture, feeling the cold water hit her flushed skin.

Killian adjusted the temperature, and in a few moments warm water was bathing them. "Better?" he asked.

He was still dressed, where Emma was naked. His now wet shirt and swim trucks clinging to his skin, showing off his chiseled abs and strong thighs.

"Are you going to wash fully clothed?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Killian didn't answer her, he just stepped back to give her full view of his body and more space for him to move, and started taking of his clothes. The shirt and trucks hit the shower flow with a wet sound. Then he came close again and gathered her in his arms.

His palms resting on her waist and her hands around his neck. He pushed back a wet lock that covered her face and placed his hand back to its place.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence and sweet glances, Killian spoke.

"Did you understand what I told you earlier?" His eyes searching her face.

"When?" she asked, confusion marking her features.

"Earlier. Right before we made love."

"Umm… 'I want you now, here'?" she innocently joked.

Killian scoffed and looked straight into the depths of her green eyes. It wasn't time for jokes, he needed her to understand he was dead serious.

"'I only want you'," he quoted his earlier confession, his face free from any trace of humor. "Milah and I are long over and nothing she does will change that. I'll make sure she won't bother us again."

Emma smiled, her eyes shining from the love she felt for this man. She pressed a delicate kiss on his lips, as to seal their argument was officially over and then got out of his embrace.

She turned her face up towards the shower head to let the water push her hair behind her shoulders. Killian asked her to pass him the body wash. Soon the scent of levanter was filling the whole bathroom.

"I could wash your back if you'd like." Emma didn't wait for Killian to give her an answer; she just reached forward so he would hand her the loofah.

"Sure, lass."

As Emma got on her task to lather his strong back and board shoulders she got a little distracted. His physics was something to admire. His whole body so strong and taut without being too bulky.

Her hands where dancing up his front. Soapy fingers caressing his abs, then his nipples, then his chest hair. Oh God, that chest hair! It was such a manly feature, so masculine, it looked so great on him and was such a turn on for Emma. She couldn't get enough of it. Unbeknownst to her, Killian was getting hard again. Her teasing touches setting his body aflame.

Then her palm traveled lower, just under his abdomen. Her fingers stretched wide, moving slightly while staying in place, just flexing. Her fingertips barely touching the coarse hair at the base of his member.

She felt him go stiff and draw in a sort cut breath. He was getting aroused. If she kept on her ministrations he would soon be full mast again. So she did.

"Love, what are you doin'?" he asked. His voice already strained with arousal and lust.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" her own voice husky and seductive.

"My eyes are closed, lass." It was barely a whisper. Sure his eyes were closed. That meant he really liked what she was doing. She learned long ago that if Killian closes his eyes very soon during her actions, it means he really enjoys what he feels. Good.

"What does it feel like I'm doing, then?" Emma hissed the word 'feel' near his ear and grabbed his shaft.

Killian let a loud tortured groan escape his mouth. She felt him twitch and throb in her palm. He wasn't fully erect yet. We will get there soon, she thought.

She was pumping him slowly, her hand going from down and around the base of his cock, all the way up to the head to sweep her thumb over the sensitive tip. She was squeezing and then letting go. She was playing him.

After a while enjoying herself like a kitty playing with her ball of wool, she decided it was time to cut the poor lad some slack. He already looked wrecked enough. She turned him around and had his back placed on the tiled wall of the shower. God knew he would need the leverage.

She looked straight into his eyes. A passionate kiss initiated by Emma under the shower head stole both their breaths away. Hands roaming and groping each other's bodies.

Emma was the one who broke the kiss and kneeled down on the tiled floor. As the water was hitting her back, she took Killian on her hand again. Her small fist pumping him, slowly at first, and having him moaning in pleasure. She really loved doing this to him.

It was when she finally took him inside her hot mouth that Killian's head hit the wall behind him. His hand instantly moved to cradle the back of her head to keep her right there. His fingers tangling to her wet locks and massaging her scalp. She truly was a marvel. His blond angel, straight out of heaven and into his arms.

Emma was bobbing her head and using her hand to stroke on his base, where she couldn't reach. Every couple of times she would take him in as far as she could, swallow around him, and then back off to swirl her tongue around the head.

His glans was very sensitive. He could come with almost nothing but having Emma play with the head and flick her tongue over his slit. A theory Emma tested and proved time and time again. It was just so empowering, knowing that you could have your man be putty in your arms with only a few calculated moves.

But she wasn't about to pull these moves out tonight. She didn't want him to come. Not yet at least. They still had some fun they could have. So she kept it low. Bobbing her head, swallowing around the head, licking the shaft, fondling his balls, repeat.

Two minutes. Five minutes. Nine minutes. He was still holding back. Panting like crazy and groaning aloud, but still holding back. Emma was humming around him like she was enjoying her favorite candy, sending vibrations through his body.

"Emma. Emma stop," he pretty much whined.

He couldn't take any longer. She was keeping him on the edge and not letting him fall. He was either gonna fuck her right now or explode.

"What is it baby?" she asked uninterested. Then she raised her eyes on him. She was licking the underside of his shaft. Her pink tongue standing out. He almost came on the spot.

"You bloody minx, you know what it is! Get up here." He grabbed her by the nape and brought her up to crash his lips on hers.

Emma was grinning during the kiss, not letting the hold she had on his very hard, very hot and very weeping member.

Killian changed their positions, having Emma's back on the wall now. It was time for round two. His brain was not functioning; all of his blood had traveled south. He cupped her cheeks, pushed his hips on hers, letting her feel his erection on her belly and kept her there. Their foreheads touching, breathing in each other.

"You bloody siren. You're gonna be the death of me." It was a half whisper and half sight.

"I may certainly kill you now if you don't get inside me in the next three seconds."

A chuckle and two-and-half seconds later, he had her legs wrapped around his waist and was pushing inside her.

She was so wet and it had nothing to do with the water falling above them. Her core so hot, swallowing him to the hilt. He wanted to be gentle, take his time, show her how much she means to him, how much he loves her. But the way her hands were groping his shoulders and her voice whispering filthy things in his ear, it was impossible to hold back.

"Fuck me big boy. Make me see stars." She licked the shell of his pointy ear and sucked on his lobe.

She had a very weird affection for his ears and the freckle resting under his right one. That freckle was now the next victim of her tongue and lips.

Killian was rocking his hips in a fast rhythm, his fingers possibly leaving more bruises on her thighs by his strong grip.

Emma wasn't keeping her moans back. She didn't have to care about a neighbor or stranger hearing her this time. The pleased sounds leaving her mouth were like music to Killian's ears.

"You like that, don't you love? You like it rough. I always said you were a dirty girl." Emma let out a cry and arched her back. His dirty talk was making her wetter.

He pressed her body harder on the wall with his hips and reached a hand down to flick on her clit. He was about to come on the next moment and he wanted her there with him.

"Now be a good lass Emma and come for me. Come for your Killian."

He barely let the words slip out of his mouth before he was coming hard. His load shooting inside Emma, bathing her walls with his seed. An almost roar tearing from his lips. He kept on pumping his hips, feeling her walls tighten, helping her chase her orgasm.

All Emma needed was the pressure on her clit and as she felt Killian's cock releasing and pulsing inside her tight core, she was flying over her peak, a cry of his name leaving her mouth and echoing in the small space of the bathroom.

Round two didn't take long to come to an end under the shower after all.

A/N: And that was it! My fisrt two-shots story. Wooo I'm excited! It was supposed to be just the balcony scene and then some reference to the shower one, but I guess the mind wants what it wants.

Any thoughts? I'd love to hear them! And don't forget, any constructive criticism about my writing style or something you think I'm lacking in, is always welcome :)

See ya next time!