A deafening silence filled the dark shadows of the Jones house. A slither of silver moonlight crept across the hardwood floors, through the kitchen window. The chime of an ancient clock broke through the hush, sounding eleven. Killian hesitated at the foot of the stairs, gazing around the house he and Emma had made home. Each corner held a treasured memory of their time together; Henry coming over for movie nights, Killian making his Swan romantic dinners, Emma revealing he was going to be a father, Eliza's first steps. The list was endless, and he was desperate to continue adding to it. Holding on to that hopeful thought, he made his way up the creaking staircase.
Emma lay still in their bed, her back facing him. The moonlight shone off her golden hair, which was spread out on the pillow beside her. Killian noticed that their large, white bed was excessively crumpled, as if Emma had been tossing and turning repeatedly. He sighed with deep regret, before removing his hook, as well as all his other clothing, apart from his boxers. Slithering under the covers, he tried to move as little as possible, careful not to wake his Swan. God, she was beautiful. His hand ached to touch her soft, creamy skin. In this moment, all he wanted was to feel his naked body encompass hers, and hold her through the night. He knew this was not a good idea, he should let her sleep and talk about their argument in the morning. But Killian wasn't thinking with his head right now. Gingerly, he brushed her silky hair aside to expose Emma's bare neck. Slowly, he leant over and placed feather-light kisses over her shoulder, making his way up her elegant neck. Emma stirred softly, and placed her hand on Killian's cheek, stroking it with her thumb. This encouraged him to continue. When he reached her ear, he nipped it playfully, causing Emma to lie on her back to face him. Her eyes stared deeply into his, a fire burning inside of them, as well as her anger and regret. Emma stroked his cheek again, before softly placing a kiss on his lips. Killian acted with caution, not knowing how to proceed. Surely they should talk about what happened first? Wasn't this their way of avoiding their emotions? Before he could collect his thoughts, Emma encircled her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down on hers more intensely. He returned the kiss with just as much passion, and felt her lips smile against his as she drew one hand slowly down his chest, further and further.
Killian paused, catching her hand, and his breath. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but… Don't you think we should talk about what happened earlier? Before…"
She placed her finger over his swollen lips. "Shhh…Tomorrow." She replied "Right now… I have other plans." She whispered suggestively.
Not needing to be told twice, Killian hastily pulled off her top and took her hard nipple into his mouth. He nibbled it playfully with his teeth, before licking his tongue unhurriedly across her breast. Emma arched her back, encouraging him to continue, whilst holding on to his think hair, moaning.
Suddenly, she pushed on his shoulders, laying him beneath her as she sat astride his hips. With haste, Emma removed both their underwear, leaving both their bodies exposed. Killian looked up at her with both admiration and desire. She returned his gaze as she reached for his hand to place over her so slowly, she took his throbbing erection in her other hand, and guided him inside her. A deep, throaty moan escaped his lips, as she began to rock her hips painfully slow. Killian responded by kneading her breast, whist Emma quickened the tempo, her eyes fixed on his.
No longer able to refrain, he grabbed her by the hips and threw Emma on her back. Killian thrust deeper inside of her, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Desperate for him to thrust even deeper, Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping his shoulders. She was close. Staring into his smouldering eyes, Emma deliberately raked her nails slowly down his muscular back, her mouth open with pleasure. This resulted in Kilian placing his glistening forehead to hers and picking up their rhythm. With each thrust, both their breath became more ragged. Emma reached up to hold the banging headboard for support, her body had begun to lose control. Killian quickly placed his hand over hers, as they hit their climax together, crying out.
Exhausted, Killian collapsed on top of her glistening chest, his face laying between her tender breasts. Whilst they both caught their breath, Emma unconsciously stoked his sex- tousled hair.
