Author's note: This one is for the person who left the prompt a couple of drabbles ago. You know who you are. I hope this was what you were looking for!

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"Emma! Hello...earth to Emma!"

Emma jerked out of her daydream as Ruby's fingers snapped loudly in front of her face. She was so startled she nearly dropped her spoon. "Sorry...what?"

The brunette smiled sympathetically. "It really wasn't that important. What were you thinking about?"

Emma felt her cheeks heat up to light shade of pink. What she was thinking about wasn't really for public consumption. She liked Ruby well enough, but the waitress was her mother's best friend. It would be...weird, to say the least. "Nothing really. Sorry I spaced. Did you need something?"

Ruby looked back at her skeptically, but accepted Emma's apology. "I was just checking to see if you needed anything else. I'm heading out."

"Nope, I'm good. Thanks, Ruby."

Ruby shrugged. "Suit yourself."

As the door jangled signaling Ruby's exit from the diner, Emma sighed heavily. This was getting out of hand. She needed to find her pirate. Now. Before she moved past just daydreaming and into actually taking people's heads off.

A sexually frustrated sheriff was a testy and trigger happy sheriff. And no one wanted that.

Emma found him with David, down at the docks. It didn't take much to convince him to come home with her or to get David to cover for her for the rest of the day. She drove them home, pulling the Bug up to their new apartment. She had hardly shut off the engine before she was grabbing him by the collar and kissing him senseless.

"So I see this is going to be one of those days," he muttered with his grin. "I do love the way your mind works, Swan."

"I thought you might, considering how you left me high and dry this morning."

"You know as well as I that the prince doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"He knows I have a gun, right?"

Killian chuckled. "Aye, I'm sure he does. I just don't think he likes to think about what I may be getting up to with his daughter."

Emma rolled her eyes. "One of these days we may have to let him catch us...just because."

"Quite daring, Swan. I like it."

"Of course you would." Emma got out of the car, Killian following her closely. His hand was at her back as they climbed the stairs to their new apartment; he started nuzzling her neck as she slid her key into the lock to open the door. She let out a soft moan, feeling desire already start to pool in her stomach. It never took very much to get her going, not with him. She'd been on edge since waking up alone in their bed; her fingers a poor substitute for Killian's considerable...skills. Hence the daydreaming and frustration finally forcing her to drag him home so she could have her wicked way with him.

She managed to get the door opened, Killian pressing her against it as soon as they were inside. His lips slanted over hers in a fiery kiss that stole her breath and set her blood on fire. Before she knew him sex was just a thing she did to let off some steam, an itch to be scratched. Killian made it an addiction, something she simply could not get enough of. Emma kissed him back, her fingers in his hair, body pressed close to his. Finally she had to come up for air, heart beating wildly in her chest.

Killian slid his lips down the column of her throat, nipping at the flesh. "How can I make this up to you, love? Tell me."

A thousand different scenarios raced in her head until she settled on the one she wanted. None too gently, she pushed him away. "Strip. Right now."

Killian's eyes darkened at her commanding tone, a soft growl tumbling from his lips. She knew very well how much he loved when she was in control. He kept his eyes on her as he did as she bid, his clothes peeling from his body slowly, exposing more and more of his skin to her hungry gaze. Emma chewed on her lip as she watched him, muscles rippling under his skin as he moved. The first time she saw him naked it took her breath away; he was impossibly gorgeous, all sinew and hard muscle built from centuries at sea. Not even the hook lessened the effect; in fact, Emma definitely had a thing for his hook, loving when he used it on her.

So many times she'd seen him, and still she found her breath catching in her throat as he stood before her in all his glory. How in the hell was he real?

"Like what you see, lass?" His voice was like velvet, soft and rumbling, designed to go straight to her aching core.

"You'll do." She stepped closer, her hands running over his torso, the soft hair and scars rough under the pads of her fingers. She leaned in and nipped at his collar, earning a soft moan from him. It took all her strength not to reach for his hard cock; her inner muscles already clenching from the sight. There would be time for that later. He reached for her and she pulled back. "Aha. I'm giving the commands now, Captain."

He smirked. "And what does my lady command?"

"Bring that stool over here." Killian looked at her curiously, but obeyed. When he came back, she had already toed off her boots, her thighs clenching in anticipation. He was barely in front of her when she tugged him to her by his hook, capturing his lips in another needy kiss. "I want your mouth on me," she whispered, fingers running down his back. "All over me."

Killian groaned and jerked her hips toward his, grinding his erection against her pants. "You'll be the death of me, Swan." Still, he pulled at her clothes, tearing her shirt in his haste. In no time, she was naked, clothes strewn behind him. He pressed her body back against the door as he set out to map her body with his talented mouth. Hot open mouthed kisses warmed her already overheated flesh as Killian moved from her neck and collar down to the swell of her breasts. He sucked and teased her nipples, using his mouth and his hook to drive her crazy with need. This was what she'd been thinking about all day, why she had found him and dragged him home.

"Killian," she breathed, "more."

He chuckled. "So wanton, love." He lowered his hook, brushing the curved edge over her mound making her shudder. But then it was gone and Killian was down on his knees before her, lips slowly trailing up her long legs, his hook nudging them wider. Emma's hand dived into his hair when he got within reach, loving the feel of the thick strands between her fingers. When his warm breath teased her wet aching flesh, Emma shook her head.

"No," she said. "On your back."

Comprehension lit up his eyes as he did as she asked. "You are a wanton, shameless thing, aren't you?"

Emma straddled his hips, bending down next to his ear. "And you love it. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"

He bucked his hips once, but nodded. "Get up here, Emma."

She moved up, positioning herself over his face. This was what she had been daydreaming about when Ruby interrupted her. Sitting on Killian's face while he fucked her with his mouth. He wasted no time, his good arm wrapping around her leg, pulling her down to reach his mouth. Emma groaned loudly the instant she felt his warm tongue on her flesh. She gripped the top of the stool for support, knowing Killian was going to give her one hell of a ride.

He licked a stripe through her folds, a growl tearing from his throat. "Gods, I love the way you taste, Swan," he mumbled, before going back to his task.

"Oh fuck." Emma tightened her grip on the stool, spreading her legs a little wider. "I thought about this all day," she confessed. "I couldn't focus, couldn't do anything. I just sat there wishing you would come in and bend me over my desk and fuck me until I screamed. Or up against the bars of the holding cell." Killian sucked hard on her clit, breaking her train of thought. "Oh shit."

"Tell me," Killian demanded, releasing her leg and bringing his fingers to her entrance, tracing the rim. "Tell me what else you want me to do you, Swan."

Emma shuddered, her core on fire, the burn so, so good. "God, this. I want this. I want your head between my legs, fucking me with your mouth." She sucked in a breath as his tongue replace his finger, delving inside, fucking her. "I want...fuck, I want your hook. I want to feel the metal on my skin, rubbing against me until I come." Giving her desires a voice was turning her on as much as it was him.

Killian slid two fingers inside her, his rings pressing against her entrance. "Later," he promised. "What else?"

"F-f-f-fuck," Emma moaned, long and loud. Her hips bucked, riding his fingers eagerly. "I want to ride your cock until you beg me to stop, then I want you to take me from behind...and...and..." She completely lost her words, Killian's lips wrapping around her clit, teeth grazing the ultra sensitive flesh as his fingers continued to fuck her. She abandoned all hope of speech, her hips rocking, fucking his face and fingers until she screamed out her climax.

Killian stroked her through it, her body trembling with aftershocks. She leaned heavily on the stool, her breathing harsh and erratic. She felt Killian press a kiss to the inside of her thigh; she shivered.

"You are magnificent, my love," he murmured, his good hand stroking her skin.

"Oh my god," Emma breathed. "Oh my god." Vaguely, she felt Killian slide out from underneath her. She didn't protest when he picked her up took her to their bedroom, brushing a kiss over her temple. When she found a way to move again, Emma made a point of paying him back. With interest.