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Killian's lips were soft when he met hers; his tongue traced her bottom lip, enticing her to open up to him. She did, all too soon, she surrendered herself up to him, the feel of his hand, rubbing small circles on her back, the salty scent of his skin, the heady taste of his mouth. All drew her deeper into his arms, pressed so closely she couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

He nipped at her lip, and in response she tugged on his hair. The growl that escaped him sent shivers down her spine. He nudged her head back with his chin, kissing, licking, biting her neck and slowly along her shoulder. She moaned, and felt his lips curl into a smile as he pushed aside her singlet and bra straps, the softness of his lips outweighed the roughness of his stubble, and she moaned again, lost in feelings she hadn't had with a man for... years.

She could feel him growing against her thigh, and she tugged at his coat, trying to convince him to shed a layer. Reluctantly he released her and allowed the coat to fall from him. Emma busied herself untucking his shirt, and sliding her hands over his tight chest and stomach. Deftly, Hook lifted her singlet over her, and threw it to the side before taking her into his arms and slowly lowering her onto the deck. He obliged her struggling fingers by removing his own shirt, and lay himself between her legs, careful not to crush her with his weight and supporting himself on his left arm. His lips found the sweet spot on her neck, and she moaned again, her hips thrusting up to meet his.

'Shhhh, steady my love' Hook murmured 'patience'

She moaned in frustration, running her fingers over his body with urgent need. Hook kissed her still covered breasts, and slowly allowed himself to explore the soft skin of her belly. His tongue darted out to make a damp path of his conquest, as Emma writhed in anticipation beneath him. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to her mouth, demanding his kiss, pulling him onto her to feel the warmth of his flesh against hers, the heat of his body.

The lion in Hook's chest roared with satisfaction, in anticipation of the moments ahead. Emma bucked her hips again, impatient, demanding Emma.

'Don't make me restrain you lass' he smiled into her kiss 'though that would make it fun'

Emma was panting with need, desperate for more 'Please'

He kissed her, wrestling for her submission. Minutes passed, agonizingly slowly, and she was finally subdued.

'Patience Emma' he whispered, and gave her neck one last nip, before slowly getting to his feet.

She lay, paralysed, shirtless on his deck, staring at him in shock 'Don't you...' she started to whisper

'Don't I want you?' he finished, collecting her singlet and holding out his hook to help her to her feet 'Oh my darling, yes. I want you more than anything' he pulled her to her feet, pulled her close again 'But I suddenly believe in delayed gratification' he whispered, his lips kissing her earlobe.

She snatched her singlet away, her breathing still ragged. How could he be so calm, when he caused her to come undone so easily? She felt bare, without her jacket, and she suddenly regretted leaving it at home.

'Besides lass, you have motherly duties to attend to' he smiled

'Shit!' Emma exclaimed, checking her watch. She cursed again, and stared at Hook for a long moment 'Come to dinner. My house, 7pm'

'I'd be delighted' Hook bowed slightly 'Shall I wear my new attire?'

'Yes. I'll see you then' she smiled, bringing her shaking under control.

Hook followed her to the gangplank and bid her farewell. Just before she stepped off his ship, he pulled her back tightly against him, and kissed her, deeply, passionately 'Don't forget about me in the meantime love' he whispered as he pulled away, unable to hide the longing in his eyes.

She smiled, and he watched her until her little yellow car was out of view.