Author's note: Just another little smutty one shot, based on a Tumblr prompt. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Um, hell and no.
Bare Essentials
To say he'd been surprised was an understatement. Stunned, shocked, thrilled were better words to describe it.
After more than a year of yearning, aching, for his Swan, he finally had her. And nothing in his long lonely nights back in the Enchanted Forest could have prepared him for the reality.
When they'd found themselves trapped in the old rickety cabin, truly alone for the first time since their date (what a disaster that had been, sodding Snow Queen), it hadn't taken long for the tension that simmered between them to boil over in a frantic clash of lips and wandering hands. Emma started a fire in the stone hearth with her magic as she practically dragged him to the pathetic excuse for a couch, her nibble fingers shedding his new clothes.
"If I'd have known these new clothes were such a turn on for you, Swan, I'd have changed a long time ago," he drawled, mouthing at her neck, tasting her skin.
"Shut up, pirate," she muttered, shoving the button down shirt off his shoulders roughly, her mouth trailing fire over his exposed skin. He groaned, still trying to grasp that this was actually happening, that they weren't going to get interrupted. He shook the shirt off his brace impatiently and looped the hook through one of her belt loops, dragging their hips flush. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted her.
"Gods, I have dreamt about this," he whispered, almost to himself, pulling her lips back to his in a needy kiss. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse; Emma took pity on him, undoing the last few and stripping it off, leaving only the infernal lace contraption that encased her breasts. Killian smoothed his hand over it, trying to work out how to get it off.
"I'll show you later," Emma breathed, her hand reaching back and flicking it open.
"You're implying there will be a later, love." His mouth went dry when he finally got to see her, bare from the waist up. His hand skimmed up over her stomach, palming her breast, thumb rubbing over the taut peak.
Emma moaned softly and arched, biting her lip. "That depends on you, sailor," she said, looking at him with hooded eyes.
"I can absolutely guarantee it, Swan." If she thought for one moment that this would be there only time together, then he would have to disabuse her of such a notion.
"Cocky, aren't you?"
"Oh Emma, you have no idea how much." He kissed her again, deep and heated, as they worked to strip off their remaining clothes. The shadows from the crackling fire played over her pale skin as he laid her down on the hearth rug, her golden hair a halo around her head. Finally, he unstrapped his brace and chucked it, not wanting it to sully their first time together. His breathing hitched when he felt her fingers skim over the ruined skin, her touch light and not at all repulsed. Emotion welled up in his throat, but he didn't want to focus on that. He wanted to focus on her.
Emma gasped softly as his lips moved over her skin, sliding wetly over her collar and down her chest. He sucked greedily on her nipple, teasing the puckered flesh, his hand sliding over every patch of skin he could reach. "You are so beautiful, Emma," he mumbled, switching his attentions to her other breast. He already knew that once would never be enough for him; she was glorious, more than he ever could have imagined.
Emma, however, grew impatient from his thoroughness, grabbing his hand and sliding it down to the the apex of her thighs. Killian's eyes flew open in surprise at what he felt there. Emma was bare. His fingers moved over the smooth skin, trying not to let his surprise show. He didn't want to break the spell that had come over them. It was unlike anything else he'd ever felt before, in all his long years.
"Killian..." Emma whined, rolling her hips up.
He hushed her with a kiss, not wanting to stop touching her just yet. He slid his fingers through her wetness, pride surging at just how ready for him she was. He explored her thoroughly, finding all the little spots that made her moan and writhe in pleasure, until he finally slipped two fingers inside.
"Oh god," Emma breathed. Her back arched, her body undulating under him, her face a mask of pleasure.
"That's it, love," Killian murmured, his lips brushing her stomach. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you." There was no one there to hear them, no one to interrupt them. This was their moment. Finally.
He moved so he could see, still not completely trusting the evidence of his touch. Sure enough, he was treated to the sight of his Swan completely bare for him, her hairless skin glistening in the firelight. "Gods." What other wonders did this world have for him?
Emma whined again, bringing Killian back to her. He curled his fingers inside her, seeking the place that would make her tumble over the edge. He knew he found it when she gasped and arched, hips rolling faster. "Fuck," she cried. "Right there. God."
Killian lowered his mouth to her flesh, seeking out her sensitive nub, sucking it between his lips. Emma cried out as she came, her muscles squeezing tightly around his fingers. His eyes remained locked on her face, awash in pleasure, as he slowly brought her down from her high. His cock positively ached, needing to be buried inside that tight sheath. Emma seemed to be of similar mind, dragging him up to her as soon as he pulled his fingers from her.
She caught his lips in a bruising kiss; he was taken aback slightly by her aggressiveness, but it dawned on him that she must have been craving this as much as he had. She flipped them over on the rug, so that Killian was the one on his back.
"What did you say about having a woman on her back?" she whispered in his ear, drawing the lobe between her teeth.
So she did remember. He smirked, his hand sliding over her spine. "That I much preferred more enjoyable activities than fighting," he growled.
"We'll see about that," she countered, lips sucking a mark into his neck.
"Unless you're all talk, Swan," he challenged, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist.
"Be careful what you wish for, pirate." Emma sat up, straddling his hips. Her green eyes locked with his blue ones, as the weight of the moment seemed to settle over them. Months of wanting shone in her eyes, those eyes that always showed him more than she wanted him to see. Slowly, she rose up, reaching between them, moving him to her entrance. He saw her eyes widen slightly as she slid down his cock, impaling herself until he was seated completely within her. "Christ," she breathed. "You weren't kidding."
Killian stayed still, knowing it would take her a moment to become accustomed to his size, despite how wet she was. "Is it too much?"
Emma shook her head. "It's just...been a while," she murmured, running her hand over his stomach and chest, nails scratching at the dark hair. Killian tried to keep his breathing even, the urge to move, to just drive into her almost too much. At last, Emma rose up experimentally, a low moan tumbling from her lips. "Oh god."
"Fuck, you feel so good, Emma," he said, thrilled that she was moving at last. "Better than any dream." His eyes threatened to roll back in his head from the sheer pleasure that coursed through his veins. He'd always known they'd be brilliant together, but gods, this was more than he'd ever allowed himself to hope for.
Emma threaded her fingers through his, a surprisingly loving gesture as she rode him. He watched, mesmerized, as his Swan took her pleasure, steadily moving faster, breasts bouncing, whimpers and soft cries filling the air. He let go of her hand and moved his fingers to where they were joined, rubbing hard circles against her clit, needing to see her fall apart once more. Her body trembled and shook, her movements becoming erratic until she shouted his name, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Killian followed a moment later, his hips rising up off the floor as he came hard. "Emma."
He caught her when she collapsed against his chest, utterly spent. He stroked her back idly as they regained their breath, the fire drying their slick skin. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but the words wouldn't come. For now, this was enough.
Their encounter in the secluded cabin haunted him. They'd had precious little time alone together since; it was a special kind of torture. All he could see when he looked at her was the way she'd appeared the firelight, pale and ethereal, as she'd given him her body. They snatched moments here and there, Killian's hand moving unerringly to her pants, to where her bare skin fascinated him. One amazing night when Henry was staying with the Queen, he'd finally gotten to taste her, his mouth latching eagerly on her bare flesh., until she was bucking against him, his tongue lapping at her as she fell over the edge.
"Someone...has...a...fixation," Emma observed, her fingers carding through his hair.
He kissed his way up her torso, grinning smugly. "Is that a complaint?"
"Nope. Just...different."
"Good different, I hope."
Emma gave him a slow grin. "Yeah, definitely."
They lay there, side by side, Killian's hand trailing lightly over her skin. He kept coming back to that part of her that still surprised him, that was so different from anything else he'd ever known.
"Killian?"
"Yes?"
She blushed—it was very fetching—and bit her lip, trying to figure out how to form her question. "This might be way too personal and you don't have to answer..."
Killian cut her off, with a finger to her lips. "Ask your question, love."
"Um...god, this is so embarrassing."
"You never need to be embarrassed with me, Swan. You know that."
Emma sighed. "Okay. It's just I've been wondering, and it's probably dumb, but...am I the first woman you've been with who's...you know, bare?"
It was Killian's turn to blush. "So you have noticed. So much for the smooth pirate."
"No, no, it's not bad or anything!" Emma rolled onto her side, propping her head in her hand. "I was just...curious. Believe me, I have zero complaints here." She tipped his face back to hers. "And you're kinda cute when you blush."
That got him to grin. "I am not cute, Swan. I am devilishly handsome."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me." She trailed her hand over his chest; she adored his chest hair, toying with it often. "I've never given it much thought, but I guess grooming standards are different in the Enchanted Forest?"
"Aye." He kissed the tip of her nose, sliding his hand along her side. "I have to admit that I prefer this realm's though."
"I would have never guessed," she deadpanned. Her eyes softened. "So you don't wish I was different?"
"I wouldn't change a single thing about you, Swan."
She reached over and grazed his stubbled jaw with her fingers. "I wouldn't change anything about you either." It wasn't quite the words he wished for, but it was close. They would get there. He believed that. Killian closed the distance between them, kissing her for all he was worth. Emma sighed into it, holding him close her as if she would never let him go.
