Killian was awoken from a fitful sleep by a sudden jerk to the side. This happened multiple times every night. One of them would change their sleeping position and the other would find themselves being dragged along. Killian blinked and looked around. He still wasn't used to waking up in Emma's bed. With Emma next to him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.
It was already light out, so he decided not to try to go back to sleep. It was a pointless exercise anyway. Emma was moving around next to him, waking up slowly.
She yawned, stretched and turned to face him. When their eyes met, she smiled up at him and suddenly everything was better. They'd figure this out. Everything would be alright. He smiled back at her until he remembered his decision from the previous night and his expression changed. Emma noticed that something was up and narrowed her eyes at him.
"What's wrong?"
He sighed again and sat up. "We need to talk." Emma must have noticed his serious tone, because she sat up as well and looked at him expectantly.
"Um.", he said stupidly. He'd spent hours during the night thinking about how to best broach this subject, but now his mind was completely blank.
"You know there are certain ... needs we have. Like you wanting to take a shower, for example."
Emma nodded, clearly unsure where this was going.
"See, there is something I need to do."
Emma made an impatient gesture with her hand, conveying out with it already.
Killian opened his mouth and closed it again. He could feel a blush spreading from his cheeks to the top of his ears, but there was nothing for it. He had to talk to her or go insane.
"I'm sure you noticed the effect these last few days together have had on me, love."
Emma cocked an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything. Killian gave her a pleading look which said are you really going to make me say it? Her expression didn't change and Killian sighed. Of course she was going to make him say it.
"Our enforced closeness has led to an ...um ... surge in my libido. And, things being as they are, I've been unable to ... um ... take care of it, so to speak."
There. His face was burning and he had not dared to meet her eyes during their brief exchange, but at least it was out.
He looked up, dreading what he would see. Instead of the ridicule he'd been expecting, he saw that expression again which had been haunting him during the last week, only much more intense. It was a lustful, mischievous look and it went straight to his crotch. Emma looked down and licked her lips and Killian stopped breathing for a moment.
"Can I watch?" The words were barely above a whisper and Killian was sure he must have misheard her. Heat was pooling in his belly and moving rapidly downwards.
"What?", he managed to croak.
"Can I watch you ... take care of it, so to speak?" She smiled at him, her pupils blown wide. Killian's mouth dropped open. This woman would be the death of him.
"Yeah, sure.", he stammered, still completely flabbergasted.
She nodded as if she had expected that answer.
"Now?", she added, still smiling that wolfish grin of hers.
"Are you sure?" Suddenly, Killian was nervous. This was a better outcome than he could have hoped for, still it would mark a new step in their relationship. He looked at Emma again and saw the answer to his question in her eyes.
He groaned and lay back down on the bed carefully. He was already hard and more than ready to go. He moved his hand under the sweat pants and wrapped it around his member. He stopped when he saw Emma shaking her head slowly and looked up at her questioningly.
"Not like this. I want to see you."
He groaned again and with Emma's help, he pulled down the pants to his knees. She looked at him hungrily and he twitched.
He took himself in hand again and started stroking fast, having long ago run out of patience for anything else. His breathing was ragged in an instant and he involuntarily starting jerking his hips up from the bed in time with his strokes.
"m'fraid this won't take long", he mumbled.
He heard some strange noises and realized they were coming from him, but couldn't be arsed to care. He opened his eyes. After a moment, Emma looked up and their eyes locked. What he saw there was almost enough to push him over the edge right that instant. He sped up even more, chasing his release. Suddenly, Emma put her hand down on his and he stopped moving abruptly.
"Wait."
He was sure his frustration was clearly visible on his face and in his voice. "Emma.", he whispered.
She met his eyes and licked her lips again.
"Can I touch you?"
He cursed, but removed his hand. "Yes, love, of course, please." He managed to stop the flow of words before he started babbling like an idiot.
He tried to relax and lie still, but he was finding it very difficult. Every muscle in his body was straining and he was vibrating with unreleased tension.
Emma's first touch was feather-light and Killian started cursing again.
She was using her left, uncuffed, hand, starting with a slow rhythm that had Killian babbling within an instant. "Faster, love, please, God, love, Emma, please, faster."
His hand was grabbing the bed sheet tightly and his hips had started moving again of their own accord.
She sped up and this was it, he was there, he was on the verge of exploding...
Mary Margaret's voice came from the stairs leading up to Emma's bedroom. "Guys?"
Emma stopped moving her hand and Killian ground his teeth together in frustration. Not again. He looked at Emma pleadingly.
"Yes?", Emma replied to her mother softly.
"Regina is here with some news. She says you had better stop whatever it is you're doing and get down here this instant." She hesitated, then added in a worried tone, "She says your lives may depend on it."
Killian pulled himself up on his elbows, her words having penetrated the haze of his lust. He was covered in sweat and still trembling slightly. He looked at Emma and she motioned for him to get up. Killian cursed and pulled his pants back up. The exercise was not made any easier by his still rock-hard erection.
Somehow he couldn't see himself walking down the stairs like this to where his potential in-laws lived. He took a deep breath and tried to will away his erection. In his current state, he wasn't even sure he wouldn't have an embarrassing accident. In the Charming's living room. With Regina around. And Mary Margaret. And David. He groaned again. Okay. Let's focus on David. David in a swim suit. David naked. There. That had done the trick. It wasn't completely gone, but he thought he was at least decent enough to be seen in public.
He sighed and both of them got up together. He wondered which of the crimes of his past had earned him this fate and fervently wished he could undo it.
