She'd been all for this idea, but as the time grew nearer, her nerves grew stronger, this idle time spent waiting had her mind racing. Emma loved that Killian was willing to try all these things with her, there was not another soul in the world she'd ever considered asking. Unfortunately, many of the things she wanted to try weren't necessarily spontaneous, and took planning. Perhaps they could be spontaneous actions, but then, what if he didn't actually want to try something that she suddenly started? She didn't even want to think about that rejection. She thought back to two weeks prior, and her night with her captain. She'd whispered into his ear another of her desires, one befitting of her cunning, sneaky pirate boyfriend.

"Isn't that what your realm calls camping, darling?" he'd questioned.

"No, Killian, not like that, I mean, yes, camping is outdoors, but I meant in public, where we could get caught," she'd furthered her explanation with a sparkle in her eye at the mere thought of this forbidden fantasy.

"You bloody minx, you are going to be the death of me," he moaned at the thought, "and that could be quite literal if it's your father who catches us."

Rolling her eyes she grabbed his chin and stared into his eyes, "That's the whole point, is to not get caught, I thought you'd be the perfect recruit, but if you're not up to the challenge…," she let her words hang in the air.

Narrowing his eyes at her he brought his face inches from hers, "I'm always up for a challenge love, I just don't want to be run through by your charming father again. Alas, I can deny you nothing fair maiden, I shall engage in your carnal desire to be taken in a public venue of your choosing, just name the time and place," he finished his flair for dramatics really showing through in his last statement.

She giggled at his penchant for theatrics, "In a fortnight, I'll message you on your 'talking phone' to disclose my location," she tried to match his colloquialism, sealing her plan with a searing kiss.

She had messaged him almost an hour ago, on when and where to meet her. If all went according to plan he'd be meeting her at the Rabbit Hole for drinks within the next five , she found herself waiting for her pirate in a highly public place, wearing a red halter dress, worn with easy access in mind, nerves jumping, heart pounding, and panties soaked.

She flagged the bartender and ordered two Sailor Jerry's neat, once delivered she went to a darkened corner table of the bar to wait.

He walked in moments later, dripping sex appeal and confidence. He was wearing his tight fitting black jeans, black waist coat, and a blue button up that matched his piercing blue eyes which were currently scanning the dimmed bar for her. He was topped off with his customary black leather jacket.

He made eye contact a moment later, and raising his hooked hand he gave her a wave, a cocky grin lighting his face.

She shifted in her seat, his very presence sending a thrill of excitement south. When he reached the table she patted the cushioned bench seat next to her, with her most salacious smirk, "have a seat handsome."

"Hello, love, I see you've already grabbed our libations, trying to get me liquored up so you can have your wicked way with me?" he teased, throwing his hooked arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side.

"Please, you and I both know you don't need any type encouragement for me to have my wicked way with you," she parried, looking right into his gorgeous blue orbs.

"Too true, my love," he admitted grabbing his drink; he held it up to her, "To new things, darling," he toasted.

She scooted in closer to him, wanting nothing more than to get to the main event. She'd been waiting for hours, now that he was here she was having a hard time containing her urges to climb astride his lap. Emma picked up her glass and clinked it to his, "New things," she repeated, running her tongue along her bottom lip.

They both took a sip of their rum, then Killian greeted her properly. He started with a chaste touch of his lips to hers, then he gently nibbled her bottom lip, seeking entry.

She opened her mouth and let her tongue dart out to lick his lips, she could taste the rum there.

Killian growled at her forwardness, turning his body in toward her and bringing his hand to her face, "My, my someone is feisty this evening," he noted, a tinge of proudness coloring his tone. "Tell me darling, have you worked yourself up, waiting for this, for me?" he questioned, studying every nuance of her face. Her lips slightly ajar, small puffs of breath fanning his face, her pupils dilated, and cheeks pinked in barely concealed excitement.

"Yes," she whispered huskily, "all fucking day," she admitted.

"What were you thinking about?" he prompted, nibbling at her neck, lips and tongue working a rhythm at her pulse point.

"You," she answered simply, eyes slipping shut at his skilled worship of her elongated neck.

"What about me?" he whispered into the shell of her ear, then biting her lobe and sucking it into his hot mouth.

"Do you need your ego stroked, Pirate?" she breathed out, " because that's not the type of stroking I had in mind."

He brought his hand to her waist giving her a gentle squeeze, "Humor me, I love it when you tell me your desires, darling," he murmured, mouth still at her ear.

She sighed, opening her eyes to look at him, " I was thinking about every part of you," she started, "like what you'd be wearing, I'd hoped to see these jeans hugging the curve of your ass," she continued running her hand along his denim covered thigh. "The way your cock strains against the zipper makes my mouth water," she continued, ever so lightly grazing his bulge.

He drew in a strained breath at her touch, "What else," an obvious exertion in his normally smooth timbre.

"I was thinking about how far I could get you to take me right here at this table," she hinted, "would you bring me to climax right here?"

"Oh,love, you've no idea how much I'd love to get you off right here, right now," he growled.

"What's stopping you then?" she enticed.

"Can you stay silent, Swan?"

Her eyes turned predatory at his question, and she licked her lips in anticipation, "as the night," she promised.

He ran his fingers from where they'd rested on her waist down the expanse of her hip and leg causing her to shiver with desire, until he reached the hem of her little red dress, "I do appreciate this little number Swan, that's my girl, always planning ahead," he praised. He squeezed her thigh, causing her to jump a little, "Scoot forward a little, love, then lean back," he instructed.

Emma did as he said, her body tensed with longing. She looked at him with a bit of nervousness in her eyes.

"Do you still want this, Emma," he asked quietly, he could read her even in the intense situation they found themselves in.

She nodded in response.

"Are you sure, you seem hesitant," he checked caressing her thigh, a little higher on each pass.

"Yes Killian, I'm sure… I'm not hesitating… I'm nervous about getting caught, but that's part of the thrill," she blushed in her attempt to explain herself, her smile sweet but shy.

It made his heart squeeze a little that with all they'd done and experienced together, his Swan could still be shy with him. He would just have to continue to show her that there was no reason to be shy around him. That he wanted everything she does, even if it was her idea to start. Perhaps he'd share one of his own fantasies with her, he thought.

He leaned into her body fully turned toward her, effectively making himself barrier between her and the rest of the bar. He kissed her slowly, his hand continuing its caress of her thigh, he reached the lacy edge of her thong, "I wasn't sure you'd be wearing knickers, Swan," he commented.

"I found myself soaking wet and wanting every time I thought of you today, I had to wear them," she whispered against his mouth.

He felt his cock twitch against the zipper, letting out a moan at the heady picture she was painting for him. He massaged his fingers on the outside of her panties, "Gods Swan," he purred, "you are dripping, I don't know if that makes you a good girl, or a naughty girl, but thank the Gods you're my girl."

"I am yours," she hummed appreciatively at his massaging. She brought both hands down to hold on to the edge of the cushioned bench seat.

He pushed the lacy material away from her sex, and ran his middle finger along her lips, then spread them allowing himself access to the liquid heat pooling at her opening. He dragged his fingers back up the length of her smoothing over her clit. She jerked a little at the first touch against her sensitive flesh. "Stay still Swan, lest you give us away," he bid, easing into a gentle rhythm at her nub.

She looked up to him as he leaned over her, and nodded her head. "Killian, inside, I need you inside me," she urged.

He complied immediately pressing a single digit inside her warm heat, followed by a second. He could feel the squeeze of her body around his fingers, as he pumped in and out of her. "You are so tight around my fingers love, I cannot wait for you to be engulfing my cock," he crooned, his erection painful against his pants.

"Yes, just like that," she impelled him quietly, "make me come, right here," she pleaded

"Please Swan, touch me," he begged, "I need you to touch me."

In an instant Emma brought her hand to his rock hard length, soothing him, "I'm sorry," she apologized, "are you in pain?" She'd forgotten about his pleasure, getting caught up in her fantasy.

"No love, not anymore," he punctuated his statement with a kiss to her temple.

He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, setting a quick tempo, while keeping his movements measured, to keep from giving themselves away. He pushed his middle finger against that spot, causing Emma to whine softly. He could see a thin layer of sweat gathering on her forehead, could hear the increase in her breathing, and could feel the telltale quiver of her walls.

"You're being so quiet love, you're brilliant," he praised her again.

She continued to rub him gently through the fabric of his jeans, moving in time with his thrusts, she could feel herself getting closer. She wanted to let herself fully free to the moment, but she couldn't risk crying out.

Killian pulled his fingers out just enough to coat her clit in her own wetness, then pushed back into her and applied his thumb to her slick nub playing her adeptly. He had her on the edge, he could feel it, he knew she could feel it, "Let me feel you come, Emma," he coaxed her.

She lost her concentration at his sultry words, and let out an incoherent moan, immediately his lips were on hers, stealing her sounds away. He let her grind herself against his palm, as he kissed her through her climax.

"Oh my god, Killian," she gasped, "fuck."

He removed his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, licking each one, eyes closed in satisfaction at her sweet taste.

"I intend to as soon as we get home," he promised, biting his lip in anticipation.

"No," she said.

"No?" he repeated in a puzzled tone.

Emma leaned forward grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket pulling him close she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, then ceased actions to gaze at him, "There's an exit down the hall by the restrooms, wait 5 minutes then come find me," was all she said. At that she climbed over her pirate, leaving him bewildered in his seat, with a raging hard-on in his pants.

He wasn't sure exactly what his Swan had in mind now, but if the look on her face before she left was any indication, he knew what he hoped she had in store for him. Did he dare hope she was that brazen? Did the Sheriff of Storybrooke intend to let him fuck her somewhere on these premises? That thought alone was doing nothing to alleviate his situation, he needed to calm himself so he could leave the table without being accused of public indecency.

Emma waited in the inevitable line at the ladies restroom, she felt like she looked post orgasmic, she wondered if anyone could see that on her, could they smell the sex that must cling to her? When it was her turn she entered the stall, locked the door behind her and proceeded to remove her underwear. She wanted to make things easy on her pirate after the rush he'd just brought her. After she slipped the tiny underthing into her purse she washed up, slipped out the bathroom door and out the exit. This door led out to a side alley, not a public exit, nor useful to the staff as Emma noticed there were no trash bins, or other things the facility might store outside. She enjoyed the cool air on her flushed skin, just as she was starting to get a little chilled the door opened.

"Wha-,"

She didn't even let him start his sentence, she was on him that quick. She kissed him with all she had, plundering his mouth with her tongue, taking what she wanted.

He melted into her kisses, leading her back toward the brick wall of the building. "Christ woman, you leave a man with that kind of hard-on, and it sends him into a bit of shock," he chastised.

"You didn't think I'd leave you unsatisfied, did you?" she questioned innocently, eyes big and round.

"I wasn't sure Swan, this is your fantasy after all, perhaps throbbing bollocks for me is part of the turn on for you," he mock accused, no real heat behind the words.

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, "our mutual pleasure is part of every fantasy I have," she rolled her hips against his for good measure.

"Carry on then, love, tell me how you want me," he cajoled.

"I want you to fuck me Killian, now," she stared right into the depths of him as she made her request.

His mouth was on hers again, kissing, nipping, biting. He trailed his way down the column of her throat, sucking hard at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

She moaned into the night air, not caring about who heard.

Killian's hand snaked it's way under her dress grazing up the back of her thigh, he squeezed her supple ass. That was when it dawned on him that she'd no knickers on now, "you little trollop, you," he panted against her shoulder.

She took that moment to reach for his belt buckle, then proceeded to unfasten his pants, she had them undone in record time, she impatiently pushed them down his thighs just enough to free him from his confines. "Take me now, who knows how long we have out here," she asserted, wrapping a leg around his waist.

He lined himself up, first rubbing his head up and down her slit to gather her wetness, he slid in effortlessly once he was coated in her warmth.

He wrapped his hooked arm around her waist, and grabbed her ass with his other, "Hold on, love," he commanded.

With that he slammed up into her, then slid slowly back out, "Do you want more?"

"Yes," she sighed.

He slammed into her again, buried deep, he allowed her a moment to adjust before pulling out and thrusting home again and again.

She let out a pained whimper, causing his hips to stutter then cease altogether.

"What's wrong, Emma," he questioned bringing his hook to her face, and brushing away the strands of hair falling over her eyes.

"It's nothing, the wall is just a little rough against my back," she admitted.

"I'll go more gently, love," he suggested.

"I don't want you to be more gentle," she blushed, "just...hold on," she pushed him back gently, then turned around and placed both hands on the wall, spreading her legs for him, she turned her head around peering at him.

He moaned at the sight of her surrendering her body to him, he grabbed his cock stroking himself once, then again. He stepped toward her wrapping his hooked arm around her waist and guiding his erection to her core.

She sighed at the feeling of him encasing her body, "Fuck me, Killian."

Without further preamble he slid back home, letting out a guttural moan, he brought his right hand over her shoulder and slipped it inside her halter top, caressing over her breasts, he found her nipple already a straining peak as he rolled it between his thumb and middle finger.

She keened unintelligible words, as he fucked into her from behind, driving right into the special spot he always found. The rough press of the wall into her palms was a pain just this side of pleasurable, the possessive way his hooked arm pulled her into his body, his lips sucking a mark into her neck, and the roll of his fingers alternating between her breasts was sending her careening toward that exquisite edge, where desire and pleasure became a tangible concept in mind, body, and soul.

"Gods you feel like paradise around me, love," he praised into her ear, "I'm not going to last much longer, come with me, darling?" he half panted, half asked.

"Yes, Killian," she cried out, she grabbed his hand from her breast, and led him to her clit, pressing his fingers to folds, and moving them together with hers to reach that peak. She came hard, her knees weakening at the power of her climax.

He felt her walls constrict his cock as her orgasm hit, and lost his restraint, pumping into vigorously, two, three more times he spilled himself deep inside her. As he continued to pulse inside of her he felt her legs give way to the pleasure. Tightening his grip on her waist, he rode out his orgasm, their joined fingers bringing Emma through her climax.

Killian pulled her back against his chest rotating them so he could hold her and lean against the wall. She rested her head against his shoulder for a second before remembering the compromising place they were in, "Now is not the time for, snuggles," she teased him. She stepped away from him, letting him fall from her, then pulled her dress back down around her. She turned to him and pulled up his pants, gently tucking him back in, she ever so carefully pulled up his zipper because of course Captain Hook goes commando. As she finished buckling his belt buckle, the exit door crashed open. They jumped apart as if caught robbing the place. Thank goodness it was just another lusty couple with the same idea.

They were pressed up against the wall in no time, his hands on her face, her hands unfastening his belt, without a clue that Killian and Emma were feet away.

Emma grabbed Killian's hand with a smile on her face, and gave a nod in the direction of the parking lot. They quietly made to leave…

"We have to be quick, David…"

Emma heard her own mother say, much to her horrification. She looked to Killian with a pained expression on her face, who was grinning like an absolute lunatic. She made to pull him away toward the parking lot again, but he firmly planted his feet to the ground. She gave him a wide eyed "now" look, nodding her head furiously to the parking lot, but he just shook his head no. Her eyes clamped shut in humiliation as Killian began to speak.

"Fancy running into you two here," he over enthused.

The two lovebirds jumped apart, looking for all the world like a young teen couple caught parking.

He walked toward them, dragging Emma along, who tried her hardest to stay hidden behind Killian, as if they wouldn't know it was her.

"Look love, your parents are here!" he exclaimed gleefully, pulling her up next to him.

"Hi," she mumbled, looking directly at the floor.

"Dave, Snow," he nodded in greeting, "what brings you out here this fine evening?" he asked joyfully.

"Mary Margaret got a little tipsy and needed some-"

"There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight and-" they both started and stopped at the same time with their excuses.

"Is there, indeed!" Killian smirked knowingly, "a meteor shower you say."

Emma just stared at Killian slackjawed, he was having way too much fun with this.

Mary Margaret burst into a fit of giggles then, having a hard time keeping up the charade.

"What was that you were saying, Dave, she needed some what?" he jested with the prince.

David narrowed his eyes at the pirate, "Some fresh air," he grumbled, placing his hands on his hips in a show of defiance at being grilled by his daughter's boyfriend.

"Ahh, yes, alright then, nice seeing you both, enjoy your fresh air and shooting stars," skepticism clear in Killian's tone.

"Thank you, Killian, we plan to," Mary Margaret sassed right back, causing the pirate's eyebrow to shoot up at her innuendo.

Emma just brought a hand to her forehead, rubbing at it in embarrassment, unable to make eye contact with her parents at the moment.

"Wait, what were you two doing out here," David turned the question around to Killian.

"Why, the same as you mate," he taunted, looking the prince square in the eye, a lopsided grin on his face, "and come to think of it, we actually did see a few shooting stars." Then he led his poor shocked Swan away toward the parking lot.

"Oh, and Dave," Killian called out, looking over his shoulder at the prince, "your belt, mate."

As soon as they rounded the corner Emma punched his arm, hard.

"Ouch, that hurts, you know?"

"It's not supposed to feel good," she deadpanned, giving him the evil eye. "Why did you do that," she complained, "now they know, that we know what they were doing, and they probably know what we were doing."

"Where's your sense of humor, Swan, did I fuck it right out of you?" he laughed.

"Oh my God, you are such a dork, and cracking yourself up tonight too," she said.

"Besides, turnabout is fairplay, I know your father has some sort of arrangement with the Dwarf to interrupt our every quiet moment," he insisted.

She just laughed at that, "Take me home, babe."

Later on that evening he made love to her, slowly and sweetly, and after, they laid naked facing each other. Killian decided to make his move while they basked in the afterglow, "Did you enjoy this evening, Emma?" he asked, taking her left hand in his right, and holding it between them.

She blushed at his question, nodding her head.

"Is that what you had in mind, me finger fucking you inside a busy establishment, then fucking you up against a wall?" he probed further.

Her cheeks were beet red now, "Yes," she whispered.

"Last question, if these are things you want, with me, why do you get so embarrassed?" he questioned, caressing her thumb with his.

Her eyes showed confusion, this was not where she expected the conversation to go, "I'm not sure," she shrugged.

"Not that I don't love the lovely shade of pink your cheeks turn, I just wonder what the cause is, do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No!" she answered immediately.

"Even though these desires are your ideas, I've no qualms about trying anything with you, darling," he released her hand and reached his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "There is never any reason to be shy around me, I love you, Emma Swan. You are safe with me," he finished sweetly.

The fact that he knew how far a little extra assurance could go for her made her heart soar. "I love you so much you mushy pirate," she threw her arm around his waist in return and snuggled into his chest.

"I've only ever considered making any of these fantasies a reality with you, so no, you absolutely do not make me uncomfortable" she stated. "At the same time, I can't be in your head, and the fear of not knowing what you're thinking, is a little nerve wracking. That might be where the blushing comes in," she added.

"Then perhaps you'll allow me to share one of my fantasies with you, Emma," he raised an eyebrow in question.

"Just one?" she joked, "bring it on, Pirate, I am down for anything and everything.

Her eyebrows hit her hairline, and her breathing increased as he told her one of his "Emma fantasies".