Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
"You all right, love?"
Emma sighed as she felt him press his lips to her temple. She would never take such a simple gesture for granted again, not after what Zelena tried to do to them. Greenie had cursed his kiss; it was something Emma would never forgive or forget. But Zelena was gone now. Defeated, just like all the others. And now everyone Emma loved was safe, including her stubborn handsome pirate.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, twining her fingers with his. "Just tired."
"We should get you to bed."
"Only if you're coming with me." Emma had no intention of letting him out her sight for a very long time. They had almost a whole year to make up for, a year she could have had with him if Pan hadn't tried to curse them all.
Killian chuckled low in his throat. "As you wish, my love."
Emma smiled tiredly. She knew he had no idea what that phase meant in her world. But she did. It would probably always make her smile. One day she'd explain it to him. But not now. All Emma wanted now was sleep. And a warm relaxing bath.
They left Henry with Regina, the Queen smiling at Emma gratefully. Her son had his memories back now; he deserved to spend some time with his other mother. Emma found that she didn't mind as she once had. She knew why. This time, Emma wasn't alone. She had Killian. Emma led them up the stairs to the room she shared with Henry. She supposed now that they were staying she'd have to find them a real place of their own, one they could share with Killian. Another thing for later. Sleep. Bath. Quality time with her pirate.
"I'm gonna take a bath first," Emma said quietly. "Get all this Enchanted Forest grime off. You should sleep though."
Killian looked at her incredulously, one brow raised. "You really think you can bathe without me, Swan? I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"I was hoping you'd say that. I'm not really ready to you out of my sight either."
"Then we should do something about that." He closed the distance and kissed her, tongue sweeping out to tangle with hers. Emma melted into him, too exhausted to fight him, not really wanting to anyway. They'd had precious little time alone together since she'd broken his curse; the obvious passion between them having few outlets. But now they had time.
Emma swept his jacket off his shoulders, fingers threading through the hair at his nape. He pulled her flush against him; she could already feel his arousal. "We're supposed to be...bathing," she mumbled, nipping sharply at his bottom lip.
"As long as it involves you naked, love, I don't rightly care," Killian growled, picking her up unceremoniously and carried her to the bathroom. "But if the lady insists."
Emma flipped on the light as she leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. "Relax, pirate. We'll both get what we want."
"Is that a promise, Swan?"
"It's a guarantee."
Killian put her down, his blue eyes stormy. "Strip. And fill that infernal tub."
Emma's exhaustion was fading away, lust and excitement racing down her spine. This wasn't quite what she'd had in mind, but she knew they needed this just as badly as rest. Emma bent over the knobs, adjusting the water to the right temperature. When she turned around, Killian was already naked and unstrapping his brace. The sight discombobulated her for second; god, he was gorgeous, all taut lean muscles from centuries of sailing. Dark hair covering his chest, a trail going down to where his cock stood at attention, practically begging for her touch.
Emma licked her lips, fingers fumbling with her peasant dress. Killian looked up as he set the brace aside. "Problem, love?"
"Shut up."
He laughed, brushing past her to shut off the tap. Then he knelt in front of her and gathered the material in his hand, slowly standing to pull it over her head. Emma slipped out of her shoes, just before Killian captured her lips in another kiss. "You are beautiful, my love."
"Fishing for a compliment, Captain?"
"Not at all, love. Your face just now told me all I need to know."
Emma flushed. "Smug bastard."
"Aye," he replied without a hint of shame. "This smug bastard's going have his way with you sooner rather than later if you don't finish stripping, Swan."
"Intimidated by this world's clothes?"
"Hardly. I just don't want to ruin your pretty things in my impatience...unless you're into that sort of thing?" he asked hopefully.
Emma smirked at him. "How will you know if you don't try?"
Killian groaned. "You'll be the death of me, Swan," he growled before kissing her again. Emma clung to his shoulders for support as she felt his fingers trailing down her stomach, curling into the waistband of her satin underwear. The ripping sound went straight to her aching core, making her groan. "You do like that," he noted smugly, fingers brushing over her aching flesh. "Gods, Swan, so wet for me. I can't wait to feel you, love."
Emma didn't wait for him to rip her bra; she reached behind her and flicked it open, sliding it off. "God, Killian. Stop teasing me." She felt hot all over, as desire burned through her blood. She wasn't tired anymore. She burned with need and want, need only Killian could sate. She reached down and grasped him, stroking him firmly. "I need you."
"So impatient, Swan. I'll take care of you, love." He pressed another kiss to her lips before guiding her to the edge of the tub. "Hang onto it, Emma." He bent her over, spreading her legs, her fingers instantly gripping the edge, the ceramic slippery in her hands. She barely had a moment to breathe, before she felt his tip teasing her entrance.
"Shit," she muttered, pushing her hips back. "Just fuck me already."
She heard his dark laugh behind her, his grip on her hip tightening. Then he was there, thrusting deep inside her, their mutual groans echoing in the small space. Emma eased her legs apart just a bit more, making him sink even deeper into her. "Fuck. So good." Killian's thrusts were sharp and deep; she could feel every inch of him inside her. This was different from their first time; they'd been in a hurry then, the sexual tension boiling over in an instant. This was slower but no less needy; Emma wondered if that sharp need would ever really go away for them.
It had taken them so long to find each other, she truly hoped not. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
Her legs were trembling, stomach clenching, as he continued to take her with deep strokes. "Come on, Emma, let me feel you." His hand reached between her legs, pinching her clit hard. Emma cried out – far too loud – the orgasm ripping through her, her whole body shuddering with the force of it. Killian whispered a string of filthy curses as he continued to move, riding her through it. To Emma's surprise, he pulled out of her, his cock still hard and aching, covered in her release.
"Into the tub, love," he coaxed, helping her stand on unsteady legs. "Come on."
She looked at him bewildered. "Killian...what?"
"You trust me?"
"Ye...yeah."
"Then into the tub."
Emma did as he asked, completely confused. Killian followed her, settling down behind her in the warm water. Emma lowered herself into his lap, her back to his chest. "Easy there, love," he said, his left arm going around her middle. Emma yelped in surprise when she felt his good hand under her ass, guiding his cock to her throbbing core. But once she realized what he wanted, she braced her hands on the edges of the tub and lowered herself onto him. He slid in easily, Killian groaning at being inside her again.
It took Emma a moment to adjust, the position completely new for her. She heard about it, but had never done it. Had never trusted anyone enough. But damn did it feel amazing. She could feel just how thick and long he was like this, how perfectly he fit inside her.
"Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you, Swan?" Killian asked, his lips trailing over her shoulder. He shifted his hips under her, using the buoyancy of the water to power his gentle thrusts. Emma groaned loudly, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"God, that feels incredible," she whimpered, not even sorry how needy and breathy she sounded. It didn't seem to matter that she'd just had an intense orgasm, she could already feel desire coiling her stomach. Everything he did to her felt amazing; part of her was cursing herself for holding him at arm's length for so long. But they were here now and that was what mattered. Emma brought her hand up to wind around his neck, rocking her hips, moving with him.
"Fuck, Swan." His hand trailed up her torso, and fondled her breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. It sent shocks straight to her core, making her gasp and moan softly. "Killian..."
"I wish we had a mirror right now, love. So I could see your face." He buried his nose in her hair, still thrusting gently, trying to draw this out. "Would you like that, Swan? Have me take you like this out there, see my cock disappearing inside you?" He tweaked her nipple again, Emma bit her lip.
She had never been with anyone who talked this much during sex, who said such filthy wonderful things. And said in that voice, good god, did it make her burn for him. "Christ, Killian. More."
"I thought about you," he rasped. "Every day, just like I promised. Nearly bloody drove me mad." He thrust into her with a little more force, remembering what that had been like. "Dreamt of the things I wanted to do you, hear you scream for me." He released her breast and plunged his hand into the warm water, his eager fingers quickly finding her swollen clit. Emma shuddered as he worked it in soft circles, a curse tumbling from her lips. "So many nights, touching myself thinking of you, love."
"Oh god." She could picture him, in his bunk, leather pants shoved down his hips, hand around his aching cock, whispering her name as he stroked himself to orgasm. All because of her.
"That's it, darling," Killian said, voice raw with passion. "Gods, you feel so magnificent around me, better than any dream. Tight and wet and mine. Say it, Emma."
Emma whimpered as her muscles started fluttering, the tell tale sign of her impending orgasm. This one promised to be more intense than the first. "Yours," she gasped, biting her lip. "All yours."
Killian moved faster, sensing her need. "Let go, Swan. I've got you."
"Oh!" Emma cried out as her second orgasm overtook her, her muscles clamping down on him, body going taut. She heard Killian grunt incoherently behind her as she milked him dry, both of their bodies finally going limp in the warm water.
Emma didn't know how long they stayed like that; it was long after her heart rate had returned to normal. The water was beginning to cool. "We should clean up," she mumbled.
"Aye." Killian brushed his lips over her shoulder. "You're amazing, love."
"So are you." She wasn't used to giving such praise, but with him it felt right. Killian was unlike anyone she'd ever known and now he was hers.
Ten minutes later, they were clean and dry, not bothering to dress before falling into the bed. The last thing Emma remembered before falling asleep was Killian whispering, "I love you."
