Prompt: Killian can't keep his hand off Emma.
AN: Okay so the prompt for this actually was "killian finds some viagra, and out of curiosity takes some, and then emma comes home and lotsa hot smut ensues" but when I tried to write this, I failed miserably so I changed the prompt a bit. Read at your own risk~
Rated: M (lol obv~)
Words: 1,994
(Un-beta'ed)
He loves waking up with her warm body pressed snuggly against his front, loves the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips as he trails them across her hip, loves the goosebumps that rise in their wake. He loves to drag his lips across the back of her neck, loves to smile against her shoulder blade when his touch sends a tiny shiver down her spine. He loves to gently nose that spot behind her ear, loves the way it makes her hum contentedly even in her sleep.
He loves the way her hands reach for him when she finally begins to stir, loves the way her fingers clutch at the material of his sleep pants as she tries to pull him closer…loves the way she moans into her pillow when she feels him hard against her backside.
He loves the way his name falls breathily from her lips as his hand finds its way to her inner thigh, loves the way she huffs in frustration when he stops to toy with the elastic of her panties, loves the sigh of relief when he pulls them aside and finally sinks a digit into her heat. He loves the little whimpers that fall from between her lips as he adds another, loves the hitch in her breath when he finds that spot.
He loves the way her jaw goes slack when she's close, loves the way she wriggles and writhes in his grasp, loves the way she presses herself harder against his hand as his thumb relentlessly circles her clit. He loves the way she lets her head fall back against his shoulder when she peaks, loves the feel of her hand tangling in his hair as she turns so she can meet his eyes, loves the needy press of her lips against his. He loves the way her other hand finds its way to his bare chest, loves the feel of her finger tips against his skin as they slide slowly down his stomach, loves the desire that bubbles in his gut when they toy with the edge of his pants. He loves the feel of her hand wrapped around him, loves the way she smiles against his lips when he groans, loves the smooth drag of her skin against his.
He loves the feel of her quick pants against his cheek when he cups her breast, loves the way her nipples pebble beneath her tank top, loves the way her body instinctively arches closer to his touch. He loves the pull of her fingers in his hair as he laves at her breast through her shirt, loves the way she wraps a leg around his thigh and ruts herself against him.
He loves the look in her eyes when she tells him she wants him, loves the way she pushes him onto his back and straddles his hips, loves the way her mouth falls open in pleasure when he pulls her down hard against him. He loves the way she pulls his mouth to hers, her fingers tangled in his necklace, loves the desperate slide of her lips against his, the taste of her tongue as it drags against his own.
He loves the fire in her gaze when she pushes him away once more, loves the way she slowly pulls her shirt over her head and bares herself to him, loves the small smile on her pretty lips that says she knows exactly what she's doing to him. He loves the pleasurable drag of her nipples against his chest as she rides him, loves the feel of her on him, around him.
He loves the way her fingers dig into his shoulders when he fingers her clit, loves the way her breasts bounce as she begins to ride him harder, loves the way she starts to flutter around his cock. He loves when she tosses her head back in ecstasy, the ends of her golden hair tickling his thighs, loves the low moan that tumbles from her parted lips when she finally falls apart.
He loves the way she winds her arms around his neck, still in his lap, loves the way she rests her forehead against his and blissfully sighs "good morning" with a smile on her lips, loves the way it widens when he sends her one of his own.
He loves her.
He relishes the excitement jolting through him as the lock on the door to his and Emma's seaside apartment clicks open, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as the knob turns. He delights in her surprised squeal as he pins her against the back of the door, his hand immediately burying itself in her hair, his desperate lips descending upon hers.
He smiles when she grumbles something along the lines of "It's only been a day, Killian" against his mouth, one hand on his chest to keep him at bay, the other curled tightly around the collar of his dress shirt. He smiles brighter when she chuckles, a smile of her own forming on her lips as she leans in and gently brushes them against his.
He presses her harder against the wooden door with his hips, presses himself closer as their kisses slowly turn fierce, as their need for each other grows. He loves the feel of her pressed against him, loves the feel of her soft lines and even softer skin. He loves the feel of her wildly beating heart against his chest, loves that he can feel the low groan she emits when he trails his lips down the column of her throat, his beard tickling as he sucks a bruise onto her collar bone.
He loves the taste of her skin, salty yet somehow still sweet (just like his Swan), loves the feel of her fingers sinking into his hair, of her hips gently moving against his. He mutters "I've missed you dearly, love" against her neck as his fingers flick open the button of her jeans, her breath catching when he sinks to his feet.
He watches her from beneath his lashes as she leans against the door, her breathing heavy as he quickly removes her boots. He relishes the goosebumps that raise on the skin of her thighs as he inches off her jeans, his fingers and lips greeting every patch of newly exposed skin. He revels in the shaky sigh she emits when his tongue finds her center, in the way her thighs quake slightly in an effort to remain upright, in the way her fingers once against twist in his hair.
He watches as her eyes fall closed, as she lets her head rest against the back of the door, as her free hand tweaks her nipples through her thin shirt. He moans against her when she begins to roll her hips, her breath coming in quicker pants now. He hears her whimper when she comes, her hips still rolling against his tongue, and he swears the sound shoots straight to his groin.
He loves the feel of her fluttering around his fingers, loves the unique taste of her on his tongue, loves the delicious sounds she makes. He loves it and he wants more.
So he doesn't stop. He laves at her gently with his tongue as she comes down, her fingers still tangled loosely in his hair, her hips stuttering, and slowly whips her into another frenzy. He catalogues every noise she makes, every touch she grants him, counts the number of times his name falls from her lips.
Her knees give out after her third orgasm and he has to hold her up as he brings her down yet again. He sinks to his knees and cradles her in his lap as she catches her breath, her arms winding around his neck as her head rests against his shoulder.
He smiles softly and strokes her back, painfully aware of the uncomfortable tightness of his jeans.
"I told you I missed you," he whispers, pressing his lips to her temple.
He feels her shift in his arms as she huffs a laugh. He swallows when her hands cradle his face, her fingers gently caressing his cheeks, the words he know she wants say so clear in her eyes. She leans in to kiss him and the world around them falls away.
She loves him.
He can't stop touching her, doesn't want to.
(And if the leg curling itself around his waist is any indication, Emma doesn't want that either).
He loves the slippery feel of her against him, loves to chase the droplets of water with his tongue as they make a path across her skin, loves the way her back arches when he turns her to face the wall of the shower and drags his fingers down her spine.
He bites his lip as he takes her in; naked and wet, her hands braced against the tile wall as she shoots him a heated glance over her shoulder in obvious invitation. He strokes himself a few times before lining up at her entrance.
He grips her hip as he slowly enters her, the drag of her against his cock maddening. She keens as he bottoms out. He rocks his hips gently against her, a groan falling from his lips when she pushes back to meet him. His thrusts become harder, faster as he chases his pleasure, her moans spurring him on, her breasts swaying enticingly as she shifts her weight to her forearms.
He continues to thrust into her as his hand snakes around to her front, cupping the soft heaviness of her breasts and dragging out yet another moan as he thumbs at her nipple. She mutters his name as his hand continues its journey south, quickly finding her clit.
They keep a steady pace, his hips rolling into hers, hers rolling up to meet his, his fingers bringing her to the brink; her plea of "harder" nearly brings him to his knees. He gently pushes her closer to the wall, delighting in the gasp that spills from her lips when her breasts connect with the cold tile. He presses his chest against her back, bracing his forearms against the wall and mouthing at her neck, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.
He feels her hands slide around behind him and grip the cheeks of his ass as he fucks her harder and he knows she must be close. She gasps his name when she comes, her hips stuttering back against his as she flutters around his cock. He groans into her shoulder as the feeling triggers his own orgasm, mouthing at her skin as he shudders to a stop.
He still can't stop touching her, his hand smoothing over every inch of skin he can reach while still buried inside her. She indulges him and he loves her all the more for it. He knows she appreciates the attention in her own way.
She hums when he pulls her against his chest, the spray of the shower beginning to lose its warmth. Her fingers slide into his hair as she turns her head and meets his lips. He groans slightly when he slips out of her, never breaking their kiss as he turns her around and presses her back against the wall. She presses her forehead to his and closes her eyes as she catches her breath, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.
His heart nearly stops in his chest when she tells him she loves him, her eyes open and honest but clearly filled with fear, fear he has every intention of laying to rest.
He tells her he loves her too, and just like that it's gone.
The smile that spreads across her face makes his heart ache in the best way possible.
He loves her, she loves him, and they'll face this world just as they always do: together.