A/N: So excited by all the new followers and all the great feedback on tumblr this week guys! Thanks so much again! This chapter incorporates one of the stranger games I've come across while at school and then you know, smut and such. Anyways hope you all enjoy!
"I don't want to jinx it, but I think the morning sickness is finally behind me. I'm back to wanting T-bone steaks and chicken parm for breakfast and donut holes for dinner." Mary Margaret's hand moved to her stomach absent mindedly as she spoke to Emma and Ruby.
"Please tell me that David isn't letting you eat like that. Pregnant or not you need vegetables. That baby needs vegetables." Emma took a sip of the beer in her hand and surveyed the Nolan's backyard. They were hosting a barbeque for their friends and family and the spacious green lawn was transformed to an interesting sort of tiki island theme. Emma recognized the decorations as Mary Margaret's usual summer fare.
"Babies."
"What?!" Emma and Ruby yelled at the same time.
"Twins?" Ruby asked. Mary Margaret shook he head.
"Triplets."
"Holy shit, three babies!?" Ruby looked like she was about to pass out. Meanwhile Emma rushed to hug Mary Margaret.
"That is amazing news. Really amazing. It's gonna be a huge change but you have us." Emma looked at Ruby who was still shocked and sorting things out.
"But you're like, tiny. How are you going to fit three babies in… there?" Ruby was pale with worry for her friend. Emma and Mary Margaret exchanged a look and then laughed. Really laughed, so much that it drew Ruby in too and then the three women were hugging and crying a little bit.
"Ah, so you told them." David's comment from behind them pulled the women apart and Mary Margaret nodded walking towards her husband and stepping into his arms.
"Wonderful news isn't it, love?" Killian's arms came around Emma's front and she had that heartbeat of time when the rest of the world faded away and there was just the two of them. But then the moment passed and what was left was the comfort of his embrace.
"It is. It really is." He kissed her cheek and she smiled back up at him. It had been three weeks. Three glorious weeks of dating and Netflix and late night baking lessons. Very late because they always took place after the crazy hot sex that miraculously kept getting hotter. Emma had started to move past the 'why did we wait' feelings and instead let herself reside in the happy sort of bubble they'd created for themselves. People called this the honeymoon phase of any relationship but Emma had a sneaking suspicion that the two of them were in this for the long haul. When the storms did eventually come, they'd face them together. Knowing that made the honeymoon feel all the more lovely.
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" Ruby asked as she pulled back from a kiss with Graham. "Ultimate badminton."
"Ruby, I love you, but I can neither drink nor keep up with you with three tiny peanut babies in my stomach." Mary Margaret's teasing pulled one of Ruby's famous eye rolls.
"Well of course not Mary Margaret, but you never really like playing anyways. You can be Queen and the rest of us will play." Mary Margaret considered this possibility when Killian asked Emma what made the badminton ultimate. Emma answered loud enough to clarify for David as well.
"One night, probably what, six years ago now? We'd all had a little too much to drink and Ruby suggested badminton. Only we didn't have a net. Ruby decided that to make up for it we could each have two racquets. Each person gets a circle to protect that's like ten yards across, and if the birdie goes down in your circle you lose. Oh and the ref is the King or Queen because Mary Margaret felt strongly that those not fortunate enough to play should have some sort of title. " Killian and David merely blinked in response. "It's better if you've got a buzz going. And it's incredibly funny to watch. All of us are a little competitive, throw in alcohol and the option of two racquets and that only gets worse."
"Well that is an understatement. I've seen you all on game nights and I'm lucky to still be alive," replied David with a teasing grin. He held Mary Margaret awaiting her reply.
"You know what, Ruby? I think that sounds like a fantastic idea. But five is an uneven number, lets see. Belle!" Mary Margaret called down from the porch to where Belle was standing with Will Scarlett from the precinct. The pretty brunette looked up to Mary Margaret and waved. She was currently wearing a skirt, which would not do so Mary Margaret hustled down the stairs and led her into the house, presumably to guilt her into changing into a spare set of jeans with the use of her pregnancy. All Emma knew was that in a matter of minutes Belle had returned dressed for battle and hair tied back.
While Belle was a librarian (and by all outward appearance slightly meek looking), Emma knew better. She'd watched the woman hold her own in just about every training class at the Storybrooke gym and knew she had stamina. That was a critical element in this game, which could go on for a really long time. When Belle joined the group, Ruby took six red plastic cups and filled them with beer. Emma cringed at the idea of running around with beer washing back and forth in her stomach.
"Can I sub the beer for a shot of something?" Belle readily agreed and the shots were supplied. Each person needed two drinks in their system and at the fifteen-minute marker, another would be consumed. As Emma was handed her racquet and shown to her circle to protect, she found herself laughing. Leave it to this group of friends to be so meticulously thorough in their invention of a game when drunk. And the fact that Ruby and Mary Margaret remembered all of the rules was even funnier.
Her spot was sandwiched between Graham and Ruby. The two couples playing had been separated, because Mary Margaret feared people may be tempted to 'leave their spheres' if too close to their significant others. Meanwhile, on the other side of Ruby, Killian kept looking at his racquets and the others with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Clearly the good Captain had spent his time in a more dignified manner when drunk and that fact made Emma smile.
Mary Margaret then took the final step and chose a number between 1 and 20 and whoever was closest got to start with the birdie. It was Emma in the end who was nearest to the number and she stood there a moment, birdie in hand debating who to serve to first. She faked to Killian and hit it towards David who bashed it over to Graham and they were off, in a series of swings and hits.
As Emma expected, Belle turned out to be really good, but it was arguably Killian who proved the best at deceptive projecting. He was giving David and Graham a run for their money, usually turning the birdies onto them when he got it in his circle and more than once Emma found his cocky attitude and self-assuredness hot as hell. If she wasn't surrounded by other people, she likely would have forfeited more than once and pulled him to the grove of trees at the far end of the lawn. But as it was, she reveled in the humorous exertion. Emma fought hard despite all the laughing though and eventually enacted a kill shot to Ruby's record that was almost painfully well placed. There was no way Ruby could have prevented it.
"That's 10 points against Ruby, I'm sorry you know what that means." Mary Margaret yelled from her spot perched on a lawn chair.
"Damnit!" Ruby exited her sphere and made her way up to Graham and pulled him down for a kiss.
"Illegal contact on the field!" Mary Margaret yelled so Ruby pulled back throwing the middle finger at the pixie haired woman.
"Make her pay, baby." Graham nodded and pretended to turn his entire focus to taking Emma down, but with only two points against her, Emma was confident she could get him out first. He had seven and was directly next to Killian. In the midst of the momentary pause Emma made eye contact with Killian and conveyed her intent for them to team up against Graham. A mere nod was his response and between the two of them, Graham was out in a matter of minutes, then David behind him. Belle though, Belle held on and nearly got a kill shot in against Emma, but it fell just outside Emma's circle and in the one where Ruby had been standing. It was a tough blow, but the rules indicated that if the birdie fell in unoccupied territory, it counted as a point against the last person who'd touched it. Thus it was Belle and not Emma who was ousted, but the small brunette only smiled at the turn of events. Emma looked at her quizzically and Belle informed her that she had really been hoping to watch Emma and Killian duke it out.
"In an interesting turn of events, it's Killian and Emma meeting in the final two. The rules dictate that all ultimate badminton matches must end in sudden death. The next person to lose a point will be ousted and we will have a victor."
"How are you so into this and you're completely sober?" Emma yelled over to Mary Margaret who scoffed.
"When you're Queen someday you'll understand. Now enough talk. It's time for sudden death." The chant of 'sudden death' rose throughout the barbeque, even those in attendance who had not been playing but Emma honed in on Killian, trying her best to remove the outside noise from her awareness.
"Promise me you won't be too heartbroken when I win, Swan." Emma raised an eyebrow at the statement. He was so sure of himself, now she had to win, if just to wipe that smug grin off his face.
"I promise there will be no heartbreak on my part. Because your ass is grass, Jones." Then Mary Margaret threw the birdie up between the two of them and they were off. The game moved much faster when only between two people and Emma felt herself working hard to cover every part of her sacred sphere. She was looking for any sort of weakness in Killian's defenses, but he had a reason to be confident, the man had an incredible range of motion and excellent hand eye coordination.
As she was trying to find a point of attack, he spiked the birdie to the far edge of her sphere and she very nearly missed it, but a huge lunge had her just barely able to keep it in play. He hadn't been expecting her to save the shot, and so she hit the served up birdie to her other racquet and brought it to the far part of his circle. He hit it back but she watched it fall just outside the lines of her territory and then she was jumping up and down cheering with her friends coming in to swarm her with hugs and applause. She couldn't deny that as silly as the game was it still felt good to win. But it felt better to see Killian's smile as he came up to her after.
"Excellent show of patience love. You waited me out."
"Do I get some sort of reward?" Emma whispered low so only he could hear and he pulled her into him for a heated kiss. It was all too short because of their audience.
"Aye, you will be love, when we get home." His statement set her skin on fire and she could hardly wait.
"I'll need to shower though. Care to join me?" He audibly gulped and she grinned as she watched him struggle to reign himself in. They'd showered together for the first time last week, and the memory of his hands drawing lazy circles that gradually grew more fervent and then became designed entirely for pleasure came into her mind. She thought about how he's made her crazy with his hands and then taken her against the wall so deep and so good that she'd left scratch marks on his back as she clawed her way to release. It had been really fucking hot, and the idea of a repeat when this party was over had her wishing she could speed up time.
"Nothing could keep me away," He said stealing another kiss before tucking her to his side and leading her to rejoin her friends at the party. They managed to stay another hour before finally the promise of what lay in store was too tempting.
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Later that night, after the promised shower sex (and then a continuation in the bedroom), Emma made her way into the kitchen of Killian's apartment. Killian had a few things to go over for work in the morning and to distract herself, she decided to brainstorm some ideas for new flavors this week. She wanted something that tasted the way she felt. It needed to be light but sweet and with a range of flavor. Something that felt complete but also brand new. In the world of baking, finding something that hit all of these notes was not easy.
The good thing was that over the three weeks they'd been seeing each other, Emma had bought enough baking staples for Killian to have a good variety of ingredients to chose from. In the end, she made her mind up to create a soufflé. They were hard to make in miniature, but she had practice and knew she could handle it come Monday. She just needed to find the right flavor profile. Did she want bittersweet, dark or milk chocolate? What secondary ingredients could she use. Maybe coffee, or mint? These were the questions she toyed with as she beat together the egg yokes and sugar. In the end it was milk chocolate that she folded in with the mixture, then she added butter egg whites, a tablespoon of brewed coffee and a single spoonful of peanut butter. As with most things in the kitchen, it could either go horribly wrong or horribly right. She had to wait and see. As it was baking, she decided to take that extra step, making a peanut butter and chocolate drizzle to go on top along with some powdered sugar.
"I will never get tired of how beautiful you look in my kitchen, love." Killian's statement from across the room made Emma turn and smile. He stood there shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and though she'd literally just had him, she felt the pull of wanting low in her belly again.
"And I will never get tired of baking here. You have a seriously fantastic set up." She motioned around at the spacious and brand new kitchen that he called his own as he chuckled. Walking up to her he pulled her close and then stole the spoon she was stirring with tasted the glaze.
"God that's fantastic. But you know what would make it even better?" She shook her head. "If instead of this spoon, I licked it off of you." She moaned at the thought and then he was bringing her up to the countertop of the island in the center of the room and taking off her shirt, lying her down with a look of raw heat in his eyes.
"The soufflé is gonna be done in twenty minutes." Emma could barely get the words out as her air intake was compromised. She was so turned on by the thought of him licking and sucking her everywhere that she could hardly speak.
"Perfect. I love a challenge." With that he was drizzling the sauce onto her stomach, then up on her breasts and her neck. Thank god she'd made a lot. Seriously thank god because his mouth was on her flesh and the heat of the glaze coupled with the pull of his mouth had her writhing underneath him, flushed with pleasure. As he made his way down past her breasts, where he lingered on her nipples and nearly drove her to madness and then further along her torso Emma swore she saw stars. She felt close to exploding and all she wanted was him between her legs.
"Killian, please." She groaned as he stripped the pair of yoga pants she had on down her legs and as he murmured his appreciation for the black thong she'd grabbed from the drawer she now had in his room. He spread her legs, pulling her to the edge of the table, bringing them to hang over his shoulders and licked through the material kicking her yearning into high gear.
"You're so wet for me love. And just as sweet as that sinful sauce you've made. Tell me what you want."
"I want – I want you there." He pulled the panties off of her carefully but still waited. Emma knew by this point that Killian loved hearing exactly what she wanted. But it was his fault she could hardly think never mind string words together. He exhaled and she felt the cool of his breath on her wanting flesh and she groaned again. "I want you to lick me, and fuck me with your tongue. There, happy?" He grinned.
"Joyous, Swan." Then his mouth was there and bringing back that firestorm of feeling that she almost couldn't stand but definitely couldn't live without. After a few minutes he focused on her clit, sucking and stroking it with his tongue as his fingers entered her and she was lost, careening off the edge to her fourth orgasm of the night that had her spirit practically singing. Every time he did this she felt more alive than she thought possible, felt so heightened and yet sated at the same time. In these moments nothing could tear her down. As she came too again she sat up and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his tongue and wanting to give him the same sort of heavenly pleasure.
"Your turn Captain." She said as she slid off the counter top and moved to untie the strings of his pants. Then she was on her knees in front of him, showing him that no matter how much control he had over her, she had the same over him. He growled and praised her until he too reached his climax and as she came back up to kiss him again, the timer dinged and she took out the soufflé. Perfect in its composition, they waited only a short time to let it cool some before digging in.
"This is sublime, love. What are you going to call it?"
"Do you think Sinful Seduction Soufflé is appropriate for all ages?" He laughed but shook his head and they tossed around ideas until they were done eating and agreed they could both use another shower.
All in all it was a perfect Sunday and the next morning Emma's specials sign read Sunday Serenity Soufflé and they were sold out in twenty minutes time. She did, however, manage to save one for her favorite Captain and may or may not have thrown a sexy note in the box as well.
Post Note – Thinking the next chapter will likely be from Killian's point of view opening the note. Hoping to get another update within a few days, and as always thanks for reading!
