Sorry, I'm a few days late... but here we are. This chapter is the main reason why this story is rated M. I hope you'll like it.
Disclaimer: OUAT and its characters are the property of Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz, and everything... all in all, I only own the plot.
Chapter 9 – Day 8
It's the group's last day in Mexico, so they decide to remain on the resort's grounds and enjoy the beach one last time before they leave.
As she lounges on one of the chairs, Emma's thoughts won't stop going back to the previous night. She is unable to regret anything she did with Killian. He makes her feel special, cherished, like she's the only one he sees. It's elating. She hopes to see him again that night. She would be greatly disappointed if she couldn't spend more time with him before she leaves.
As she's lathering on some more sunscreen, Emma notices Mary Margaret coming back from… wherever she was.
"Hey, I thought I'd try the jet-ski," Mary Margaret says to no one in particular. "I'm heading over there now if anyone's looking for me."
"Can I come? I think I'd like to try too," Emma replies.
"Sure!"
With that, they slowly make their way to the rental booth.
"You know," Emma says tentatively, "I noticed that things between you and David were tensed. Is everything alright?"
Mary Margaret is silent for a moment. "They're better, I guess I could say. We talked a little, and he said that he wished we could have spent more time alone together. He was frustrated with himself for getting sick, and took it out on me." She laughs bitterly. "And the fact that I'm having my period certainly didn't help."
Emma can't help but let a giggle escape at that. Mary Margaret gives her a half-hearted glare. They are silent again, but Emma senses that Mary Margaret wants to ask her something. However, she lets her find the words, as she's not sure what she wants to talk about.
"Emma," Mary Margaret hesitates. "Do you… do you know why Ruby and Belle have been distant? Did I do something?"
Emma was expecting anything but that.
"Well…" Emma starts. "I'm not sure it's really my place, you know. You should talk this out with them."
Mary Margaret contemplates that for a moment.
"You're right," she concedes. "I'll talk to them later."
"Good," Emma says, satisfied, and Mary Margaret responds with a smile.
A few minutes later, they reach the rental booth. Once they have completed the payment, they put on the proffered lifejackets and make their way down to the water with the instructor. They each get on a jet-ski and he shows them the ropes. That done, he mounts his own jet-ski and guides them out to the open sea.
When Emma gets the hang of it, she goes full throttle, letting the wind and water wash away her worries, if only for a moment. She feels free on the water, like she is flying. It makes her wish for a boat of her own.
She is slightly disappointed when she hears the instructor's whistle, their signal for them to come back. As she makes to turn around, Mary Margaret zooms past her with a frantic wave. Emma laughs and follows her.
They quickly give back the jet-skis and lifejackets, and then slowly walk back to their beach chairs. Emma feels a pleasant ache in her legs, having not exercised since her arrival in Mexico. She misses her morning run, the rush of endorphins it gives her. It helps lessen the stress of work. But that's only slightly. The feeling she had while being on the water was far greater.
As she sits on her chair, Emma's thoughts go back to Killian. She remembers reading somewhere that the Irish are very close to the water, so she wonders if it's the same for him. She can easily imagine him on this yacht, with huge, white sails, windswept hair, his feet bare, and just… going with the wind.
Before getting anymore lost in her fantasy, Emma shakes her head at herself and opens her book again. It's not going to do her any good to think so much of him when she doesn't even know if she will see him again after this.
The remainder of the afternoon is pretty uneventful. The group ends their afternoon at the entertainment pool with some drinks before heading back to their rooms to get ready for dinner.
That night, they have a reservation at the French restaurant of the resort, the Don Pablo. Emma is pretty sure the name is not French, but she's no expert…
Emma has saved her favourite outfit for that evening: a simple, red bodycon dress, the neckline low enough to show just enough cleavage. It's not a dress for which she paid a fortune; it's only made of cotton, there are no frills. But she knows she looks great in it. And the restaurant calls for formal wear, so it's perfect.
And she dares hope Killian will like it.
She dries her hair to give them a slight curl and leaves them down.
"I'll be with Belle and Ruby," Mary Margaret calls as Emma is applying the final touch to her light make-up.
"I'll be right there," Emma responds.
Mary Margaret leaves the room just as Emma is putting the cap back on her mascara. She gives herself one last once over before putting her make-up bag into her suitcase. She then steps into a pair of black ballet flats, grabs her clutch and makes her way out the door after making sure she has her key card.
When Ruby and Belle's room door opens, she gets a catcall from Ruby. Emma blushes, but laughs.
"Killian won't know what hit him," Ruby comments with a salacious wink.
"Ruby!" Mary Margaret admonishes.
"Oh, shut up, Mary Margaret, let the girl have fun," Ruby gripes. "Killian's good for her, and she's going to break up with Neal. Right, Emma?"
Emma nods, although a bit reluctantly. She doesn't need to be reminded that she's, well… cheating on Neal.
"Neal will never know anyway," Ruby continues. "He doesn't even know she's here, that's how interested he is."
Emma is becoming more and more uncomfortable at the turn of the conversation. She's afraid to add in her two cents, as she feels she'll only dig herself a deeper hole.
"But this is wrong!" Mary Margaret insists.
"Do you think I don't know that it's wrong?" Emma suddenly snaps. So much for being afraid to talk. "Do you think I planned this?"
Mary Margaret's features soften. "Of course not, but…"
"No," Emma interrupts her, "let me finish. Do you honestly believe that I came here with the purpose to cheat on Neal? Because I didn't, Mary Margaret. I came here to think, to get away from everything, because I couldn't think straight anymore. If anything, Killian helped me. He helped me realize that there are other men out there that could like me. And it could have been any other man that I met here, too. And for all I know, I could still be undecided. So judge me all you want, but I don't regret anything."
Emma is out of breath when she finishes her rant, raking a hand through her hair to help gain back some composure. She can't believe she just snapped at Mary Margaret, her best friend, but she's had enough.
"I'm sorry, Emma," Mary Margaret says weakly.
Emma only nods. Feeling like she is suffocating, she steps outside without a word. She paces for a moment to try to evacuate the tension. When she starts to feel she is relaxing, she takes a deep breath and sits on the bench close by.
And then she feels them. All over her legs. She swipes at her legs angrily before stomping back to her room. Emma has always been mosquitoes' favorite prey, and apparently, they are all out to get her tonight, on her last night on the resort no less. Just great.
Inside the room, she generously sprays on some bug repellant, before deciding to just carry it along in case she needs more later. Mary Margaret, Ruby and Belle step out of the other room as she is coming back.
"Everything okay?" Mary Margaret asks worriedly.
"Yeah," Emma responds. "But apparently all of the Mexico mosquitoes decided to come out tonight for the Emma-buffet."
Her friends laugh at that as they start to walk in the direction of the lobby bar for pre-dinner drinks.
Once their drinks are ordered, Emma pulls out her phone to install WhatsApp, thinking that she won't have time to do it later.
"Hola senoritas," she suddenly hears from above her head. Looking up, she sees Ricardo.
"Hola Ricardo," the girls reply in unison.
She loses track of the conversation when she spots Killian on the dancefloor, helping a middle-aged woman through the basic cha-cha steps. She vaguely hears Ricardo ask for bug repellant, so she hands him her bottle distractedly, her eyes still focused on Killian. He is so patient, that must be why he is so good at his job. She smiles and waves in his direction when his gaze falls on her, butterflies bursting in her stomach in anticipation.
Soon enough, he guides the lady back to her seat before he approaches her, grabbing a nearby empty chair and sitting down next to her.
"Hello love," he greets her warmly. Then his eyes trail appreciatively up and down her form.
"Hi," she beams at him.
"You look stunning, Emma," he compliments her softly.
She lightly bites on her lower lip. "Thank you," she replies just as softly. "We kept our best outfits for the last night."
Killian's eyes widen in surprise. "This is your last night?" he asks, slightly panicked.
Emma nods sadly.
"Bloody hell," he curses. "I thought you were leaving on Monday."
Emma shakes her head no. "No, we're leaving tomorrow," she needlessly confirms.
He rubs a hand down his face, clearly disturbed by the news. She can't blame him. He suddenly pulls out his phone.
"What are you doing?" she asks him, slightly confused.
"Texting Victor, see if he can bring me a clean shirt later," he replies distractedly, before suddenly looking back up at her. "You'll meet me later, aye?"
Emma smiles softly. "Of course I will."
He visibly relaxes at her answer, squeezing her hand lightly before concentrating back on his phone. She pulls hers back out.
"Hey, I installed WhatsApp on my phone," she tells him, opening up the app.
"Brilliant," he says, taking her offered phone and keying in his number.
When he hands it back to her, she sends him a message so that he can have her number as well. He saves it then puts his phone back in his pocket.
Just as he opens his mouth to speak again, David, Will and August make their appearance, like a wolf pack staking its claim. What the hell, Emma thinks, viewing their move as if they want to intimidate Ricardo, Killian and Graham who, Emma notices, also joined the group. Ricardo and Graham quickly scamper away, claiming they need to get back to work. It's probably true, but the guys' tactic probably didn't help either. Killian remains unfazed, though.
"Emma, what time is it?" Mary Margaret suddenly asks.
Emma turns on her phone screen. "9:17," she responds.
"Time to go," Mary Margaret says, standing up. "You'll meet us there?" she turns to Emma.
Emma nods and watches them embrace the guys quickly and leave the room. Emma is grateful for the moment alone they give her with Killian.
"Where are you going?" Killian asks her curiously.
"Reservation at the Don Pablo for dinner," she replies with a smile.
"Ah, I hear it's very good," he nods.
"So do I, I'm looking forward to it," she comments. "So you'll be done at 11?"
He opens his mouth to answer when Ruby reappears.
"Emma! You need to come now, or we'll lose our reservation. We're late!" she says frantically.
Emma scrambles up. "I'll see you later?" she asks Killian, taking a few steps towards her friend. She gives him a smile when he nods, then follows Ruby to the restaurant.
The staff is very warm and welcoming despite their tardiness. Emma feels slightly awkward at first, not used to such an upscale environment, but when the girls start talking about what to order, she starts to relax.
They talk about their different culinary experiences while eating their soup and entrees, but things get slightly heated when the main course arrives, as if the flow of the conversation is following the flow of the meal.
"Mary Margaret," Belle says seriously before taking a bite of her salmon. "Is there any particular reason you were upset with us the other day?"
Mary Margaret has the decency to look guilty at the question. "Well, you know, I thought we would all be together all the time. It was unsettling to not know where you were."
"We're all adults here," Ruby comments. "We don't have to report to everyone where we are every moment of every day. We're not in kindergarten, and you're not our teacher."
Emma thinks that Ruby is a bit harsh, but it seems to drive the point across, as Mary Margaret is silent for a moment, thinking.
"I'm sorry," she finally says. "The situation with David got to me, and I tried to baby everyone. I'm really, really sorry."
"What happened with David anyway?" Ruby asks.
And just like that, everything is forgiven, and they enjoy the rest of their meal together. Emma is happy that things are back to normal among the group, as it was unnerving to deal with all of the tension.
Even things between Will and Belle seem to be on the mend, as Ruby found them sitting on Belle's bed when she got back to their room the previous night. Belle was half asleep on Will's shoulder, while Will was talking about something or other. Ruby told Emma that she had invited him to stay if he wanted, but next thing she knew, Belle was fast asleep in her bed, alone, when she came out of the bathroom.
"I'm not sure about Will," Belle confesses when Ruby is done retelling the events.
"Why?" Ruby asks, slightly frowning.
"Well, I think he lacks maturity, you know, and he seems to have a bit of a drinking problem," Belle replies. "And I don't really feel a spark."
"If there's no spark," Mary Margaret says, "then it's not meant to be."
Emma tries not to let that comment grow in her mind, as there is definitely more than a spark between her and Killian. Fortunately for her, Mary Margaret changes the subject, so she lets herself get distracted.
Dessert is as delicious as the rest of the meal, so they leave a generous tip upon their departure.
"God," Ruby complains, rubbing at her stomach, "I ate too much."
"Ugh, me too," Emma mumbles. "But that's what happens when the food is so good."
"Indeed," Mary Margaret agrees.
"I suggest we walk to the Hacienda," Belle speaks up.
Emma, Ruby and Mary Margaret agree, so they make their way out of the lobby and slowly walk up the sidewalk leading to the Hacienda. When they get there, they find the guys watching the band, which is about to wrap up for the night.
As the others decide what to do for the rest of the night, Emma sees Victor walking to the Corona bar and handing a shirt to Killian, who was apparently already there. She becomes suddenly impatient at the idea of spending more time with him. She and Ruby exchange a look before simultaneously standing up.
"Good night everyone," Emma says with a wave, stepping away from the table.
"Good night," the others reply in unison.
"Someone's impatient," Ruby teases as they walk.
"Shut up," Emma replies, smiling.
Just as they are about to sit down, Victor and Killian come out of the bar's building, carrying a beer each. Emma meets Killian at the top of the stairs.
"Hey," she greets him, beaming.
"Hello love," he responds with a soft smile. He grabs a hold of her hand and pulls her to the same table they were sitting at the previous night. "How was dinner?"
"Delicious," she replies simply.
He puts his free hand on Emma's knee. She feels warmth spreading under her skin at the contact. She puts her hand on top of his, lightly caressing it with the tip of her fingers.
"What did you eat?" he asks, watching as Victor and Ruby sit on the opposite side of their table.
"Ruby and I had the filet mignon and, of course, crème brulée for dessert," Emma replies, watching as their fingers link together.
When she looks up, Killian is looking at her intently. She blushes lightly under his stare, biting down on her lip. His irises spread wider with desire at that. Her blush deepens, and she looks away. She can feel her own desire for him spread in her belly, so looking away seems like the best option to try and control it.
The four of them talk quietly together for a while after the girls get themselves something to drink.
"What did you do today, love?" Killian asks Emma later, when silence has fallen over the group.
"We spent the day at the beach," she replies in a soft voice. "I mostly sunbathed, but I also went jet-skiing with Mary Margaret."
"Oh," he says with pleasant surprise. "How did you like it?"
"I really liked it," she says with a smile. "It felt like I was flying over the water, I felt free. The ocean has always had a calming effect on me. I sometimes wish I had a boat of my own."
"Well lass, we have something in common," Killian says softly, looking down at their joined hands. "I love to be on the water, it's my second home. It's one of the reasons I had joined the Navy back in Ireland."
"Had joined? You quit?"
He gives her a sad smile. "I was kind of forced to. I was diagnosed with juvenile arthritis, and it was so severe that I couldn't serve on ships anymore. They wanted to relegate me to administrative work, so I retired."
"Is it painful?" Emma asks.
She knows that showing pity for his condition wouldn't help him. It doesn't change anything in the way she feels for him anyway, it doesn't define him. And he seems to appreciate her compassion.
"Today isn't so bad," he says, lightly flexing the hand linked with hers. "But yesterday was… hard. I woke up in the morning with searing pain; I couldn't use my hand, so I took the day off."
"Oh," Emma exclaims, "well that explains why you weren't there yesterday."
He smirks lightly. "Did you miss me, love?"
She doesn't answer, but her blush and tight lips seem to give her away, as his smirk widens. He leans in and quickly pecks her lips, then winks at her when he pulls back. She blushes lightly.
"You know how I told you I studied naval architecture?" he asks.
She is grateful for the change of subject, so she nods.
"A few years ago, I started drawing a ship of my own liking. I'd like to see it become real someday."
Emma smiles. "I have a confession to make," she says.
Killian gives her an amused smile. "Really? Do tell, love."
She giggles lightly. "I may have thought today of a boat that would fit you."
"And what kind of ship would that be, love?" he asks, putting emphasis on the word ship to correct her.
"I thought of a long yacht with big, white sails. I was thinking of a double-decker, the wheel on the top deck, some lounging chairs, and the lower deck would be the living areas. Everything in white."
He looks flabbergasted for a moment. "Can you read minds?" he asks.
"Wait, what?" Emma retorts, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Emma, that's exactly what I started drawing. How did you know?"
"I… I don't know. I just thought it'd fit you."
Emma is mystified. She doesn't know him all that well, after all, so how was she able to pinpoint exactly the type of ship he'd want for himself? It's a little overwhelming.
"Where is that drawing now?" she asks him, trying to gather her bearings.
"In Ireland, somewhere in the house I used to share with my brother. I couldn't… I couldn't find the courage to go back after he died."
She squeezes his hand lightly. "How did he die?" she asks softly.
He is silent for a moment, his gaze on their hands. She can see the debate in his eyes, whether or not to tell her.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she adds, again in a soft voice.
"Thank you, lass," he finally says. "But I think it's a good idea to tell you, after all."
She gives him a small, encouraging smile, squeezing his hand again. He brings their joined hands up to his lips and kisses her knuckles, making eye contact with her.
"I was in Canada at the time, with my then girlfriend," he starts, a slight frown marring his features.
She feels a pang of jealousy at the mention of another woman, but she berates herself immediately. She didn't know him then. She files this information for later, as she suspects this is the heartbreak he hinted at the day before.
"Liam didn't approve of her, so I suspect he was coming to talk some sense into me," he continues quietly. "He had a car accident on his way to the airport. He died instantly."
Emma can feel her eyes water. "Oh, Killian… that's horrible. I'm so sorry."
He shakes his head. "It's my entire fault."
"Killian, no," Emma denies immediately. "I don't know the entire story, but I'm sure it's not your fault."
"But he was on his way to the airport, Emma, to catch a flight to Canada."
"You haven't caused the accident, so it's not your fault. Accidents happen, anywhere and anytime. And even if you had invited him, you're not responsible."
He still doesn't look convinced, but he doesn't argue with her anymore. Instead, he pulls her sideways into his lap and wraps his arms around her, burying his nose in her neck. Emma circles her arms around his neck, one of her hands going to his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. She can feel the tension leave his body little by little. After a moment, she can feel him start to kiss her neck as his arms tighten around her. She closes her eyes and lets herself enjoy the feel of his lips on her skin, as it slowly reignites the fire within her. She pulls lightly at his hair when she feels him start to suckle at her pulse point.
"Don't leave a mark," she protests, although it's half-hearted.
"Apologies, lass," he says, his voice an octave deeper, heavy with desire, his breathing harsh.
"Are you alright?" she asks a moment later, once her own breathing is calming down.
"Aye," is all he says, but he does sound calmer.
"Tell me more about Liam?" she requests softly.
He contemplates her for a moment before nodding.
"Liam was 10 years older than me," Killian starts softly. "And he was all that I had. Our mother died shortly after giving birth to me, and our father disappeared when I was 5 years old. We had no known family. We were able to stay in our house and keep social services at bay for a few years, until Liam enrolled in the Navy."
He tells her how he'd had to stay in an orphanage for a while, how lonely it had felt, as Liam was unable to leave the base during his initial training. He tells her about the countless times he'd run away from the orphanage, only to always end up back in his parents' house, hoping to find Liam there.
The more Emma listens to him, the more she notices how much they have in common. They are two lost souls, only trying to find comfort and, dare she say it, love. A place to belong.
As he is telling her about a trip to Spain he and Liam went on a few years earlier, something about running with bulls, she kisses him. But it's not just a quick peck on the lips. No; it is rather a slow, soul searching kiss, soft, tender, but also firm, meant to convey a message, to share some of her secrets. He responds hungrily to her kiss, as if swallowing everything she is giving him. His good hand tangles in her hair. Her own hand goes up to his bicep to anchor herself to him, to keep him close; she doesn't want any of this to end.
They are both breathless when they pull away. Killian makes their foreheads connect.
"Emma, that was…" is all he says.
She blushes and giggles breathlessly. "I know."
He connects their lips again for a quick but searing kiss, before making their foreheads touch again.
"But seriously love, what was this for?" he asks curiously, grazing her nose with his, breathing her in.
She pulls away from him slightly to make eye contact. His eyes are a stormy blue, like the sky after a storm.
"It seems we have a lot in common," she says softly.
"Like what?" he prods when she fails to add anything else.
She lightly bites on her lip before looking down. He grabs her chin to make her look back up into his eyes and gives her a silent encouragement in the form of a small smile.
She gives him a small smile back. "I'm an orphan," she says softly. "I never knew my parents. All I know is that they abandoned me on the side of the road in Maine; I was only a few hours old. I grew up in the foster system. I went from family to family, never feeling like I was quite welcome, like I belonged. Then I ended up in group homes. I saw child after child getting adopted, but never me. When I was sixteen, I ran away from the group home I was just transferred into."
Recognition flickers in his eyes before he leans in for another kiss. A kiss she feels right down to the tip of her toes. She feels something has shifted between them after her confession; she feels closer to him somehow. His kisses are hungrier, his touch more daring. His free hand goes down to her thigh, caressing it softly, first on top of the material of her dress, but after a few times, he pushes his hand under it. It stills, as if waiting for her reaction. Her left hand goes to his hair and her right hand to his chest. He seems to get the message, as his hand slowly continues on its journey up her thigh. She moans and arcs into him when he gets to her ass cheek and squeezes lightly. She unbuttons his shirt and lets her hand wander on his skin, delighting in his warmth, in his strength.
He disconnects their lips and starts a trail down her jaw then up to her ear. She can feel his warm breath against her skin, hear him pant in her ear, and feel the evidence of his arousal against her thigh. He growls slightly when she bites at his earlobe.
"Bloody hell," he pants.
She lets out a breathless giggle before diving back for his lips, pushing her tongue against his lips to gain entrance. Both of his hands go to her hair and suddenly, he is pushing up to stand. She follows his movements and stands up as well, their lips never breaking contact. Once they are both upright, he pulls her flush against his body, one of his hands slowly sliding to her ass, then down her thigh. He grasps her knee and brings it up against his hip. She slides her arms around his neck to keep herself upright, one of her hands going back to his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. His hand holding her knee starts again a slow journey up her thigh, under her dress.
Emma undulates her hips against his, searching for friction, his touch only making her want more of him. Her free hand goes back down to his chest and slowly trails down to his belt. When she starts pulling at it, he breaks their kiss.
"Emma," he trails off, nuzzling against her cheek.
She kisses his cheek. "I want you, Killian," she replies in a whisper, pulling back to make eye contact with him, so that he can see the truth in her words.
He contemplates her for a moment, as if trying to determine if she truly wants this. Her gaze doesn't waver; she knows she wants him, there is no hesitation. She wants him, right at this moment. She doesn't care about the rest. All that matters is the here and now, their mutual attraction. She wants to give into it, desperately.
Just as she sees resolve flood his eyes, she notices Ruby and Victor coming back from a dark area behind the bar. They don't say anything regarding their disheveled state, or Killian and Emma's position. Ruby sits down and winks at Emma before turning her attention back to Victor, paying them no mind.
Killian drops her leg and grabs her hand, pulling her in the direction Ruby and Victor just came from. It is some kind of fenced-in storage area. Emma notices some boxes and storage units scattered around the place when her eyes have adjusted to the dark.
When they are away from prying eyes, he pulls her into him again, chasing her lips, one of his hands tangling in her hair while the other goes to her lower back.
She loses herself in him, in his kisses, taking everything he is giving her. The desperation of the moment is not completely lost on her, though. She is well aware that this could be the first and last time they are together like this. She knows she shouldn't be getting this involved with him, that she shouldn't give him hope, but she can't help it. She has never felt attracted to someone like she is attracted to Killian. She doesn't understand it, and she's not sure she wants to.
He backs her up against a wall, his kisses becoming hungrier, even more than moments before. She moans, happy that she isn't the only one feeling this way. One of his hands slides up her back, and then slowly comes to her front, grazing her breast. She moans again at the contact. Encouraged, he lightly grabs her clothed breast, fondling lightly. She puts a hand on top of his and breaks their kiss.
"I'm not fragile, Killian," she pants.
He connects theirs lips again and squeezes her breast slightly roughly, making her moan again in pleasure. His ministrations on her breast send jolts of electricity all the way down to her core, making her rub her thighs lightly together to try to create some friction to alleviate some of the tension, but it's not quite enough. She raises her leg up to his hip to try to get closer to him. First thing she knows, he grabs under her thighs and makes her cross her ankles at the small of his back. With this new angle, she can feel the hard ridge of his erection against her centre and she moans again, lightly moving her hips against his to create some friction. He growls at the contact, his hands going to her ass to help her move, moving his at the same time. Their lips break contact, they pant in each other's mouths.
"Emma," he whispers, his hips going still. "Emma, I want you so bad, love."
She breathes in sharply. "Then take me, Killian," she whispers back. "Please."
He growls, one of his hands pulls at her neckline and bra cup to free one of her breasts. He thumbs slightly at her nipple before his lips latch onto it. The bolt of electricity this sends to her core makes her want to cry out in ecstasy, but she remains quiet, mindful of their surroundings. She definitely doesn't wish to call unwanted attention to them. The thrill certainly is exciting, though.
She breathes harshly, her hands in his hair to tell him she enjoys what he's doing. She swears she could come from this alone.
Wanting to feel him inside her when she comes, she pulls at his hair to get his attention. His lips leave her sensitive nipple and he looks up at her, his pupils completely dilated by his desire.
"Bloody hell, you're gorgeous," he says, his eyes slowly drinking her in, his hands softly caressing the underside of her thighs.
She pulls him in for a soft kiss.
"Do you have protection?" she asks when she pulls away, biting on her lower lip in light embarrassment.
"Aye," he smirks.
He helps her back on her feet before reaching into his back pocket. He pulls out his wallet, and a foil package out of it.
"Are you sure you want this, love?" he asks softly, eyes connecting with hers, as he puts his wallet back into his pocket.
She nods, words failing her, eyes not wavering from his. As wrong as this may be, she wants him. There is no turning back now.
"Alright then," he says before leaning in for another soft kiss.
When he pulls away, he takes a deep breath before reaching for his belt.
"Let me," Emma whispers, her hands on his to stop him.
"With pleasure," he responds with a salacious grin. He puts his hands on her waist and drops his forehead to her temple, his gaze on her hands as she slowly unbuckles his belt. He hisses slightly when she undoes the button and slides down the zipper. His breathing hitches in what she guesses is anticipation when she pulls on the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly reaches inside for his member.
She gives him a few strokes, getting acquainted with this other part of him, for which she is getting desperate. It's strange how something so firm can be so soft, she muses. She licks her lips as Killian's breathing becomes shallow. He stops her movements with his hand as his hips start to move. When she looks up at him, she finds his eyes are slightly narrowed in amused reproach. She tries to hide her grin by biting on her lower lip, but she fails miserably. He brings her hand up to his lips and kisses her knuckles before he lets it go to rip the condom wrapper open and roll the latex down.
Once done, he looks back up at her and raises an eyebrow in question. She nods shyly, a corner of her lips lifting up in a half smile. Some of her reluctance to trust him fades away slightly, as he is clearly telling her that he'll back down if she wishes to stop then and there.
He reaches for the bottom of her dress and slowly lifts it the rest of the way up her thighs. When the material is just below her ass, he reaches under for her underwear. He groans when he touches the silky fabric. She whimpers and raises one of her legs to his hip when he squeezes one of her cheeks. He makes their foreheads touch one again, his eyes closing.
"Last chance to back down, love," he whispers, his voice strained.
"No," she whispers back, "I want this."
"Then these need to go," he growls, pulling at her panties.
She helps him pull them down then kicks them to the side before he grabs at the back of her thighs again to bring her legs around his waist. She anchors her arms around his neck and leans into his lips for a kiss, but gasps when she feels his fingers at her entrance.
"Hmm, so wet and ready for me, lass," he pants at her ear.
"Yes," is all she is able to muster.
And then she feels his tip at her center. She lets another gasp escape as he pushes in, the sensation slightly overwhelming. He pauses in his movement, no doubt as overwhelmed as she is.
"Okay?" he asks breathlessly, his voice strained with the level of control this is requiring.
"Yes," she replies just as breathlessly.
He takes a deep breath before he slowly completes his sweet invasion of her body. When he is buried to the hilt, he pauses again for a moment before tentatively pulling out and pushing back in again.
Emma has never felt so full, so… complete. The rush of emotions this new connection brings is so breathtaking; she doesn't quite know how to deal with it… so she decides to just live in the moment for now and deal with it all later.
Killian has paused again, and she is getting impatient for some friction. She tries to move her hips against his, but he stops her immediately, growling, his hands going to her ass to hold her still.
"Emma," he says in a rough voice, almost pleading.
"What's wrong?" she asks, slightly panicked, pulling her head back to look at him.
He smirks. "Can you please give me a moment? If you don't want me to finish before we've even started."
She gives him a shy smile. "Sorry," she responds, biting on her lower lip.
He leans in and chastely kisses her lips before touching his forehead with hers again, his eyes closing. A few moments later, she feels him pulling out and pushing in again, this time with more purpose. As he repeats it over and over, as wave after wave of pleasure overtake her, she whimpers, quickly losing herself to him, her hips moving in sync with his in this dance that is older than humanity. His pelvic bone hits her bundle of nerves so perfectly, as if he'd calculated it all. The coil in her belly is getting tighter with each hit, and she soon finds herself on the brink of completion.
"Killian," she breathlessly whispers at his ear, "I'm so close."
She bites at his earlobe, earning herself a deep growl and a faster pace.
"Come for me, love," he tells her, pumping into her harder.
He is hitting her at just the right angle, so that a few moments later, she sees stars. She buries her face in his shoulder to muffle her blissful cry, her orgasm hitting her hard, so much that she blacks out for a second. When she regains awareness of her surroundings, Killian is still pumping his hips into hers, chasing his own finish line. He finally does a few seconds later, burying his face in her neck in turn to muffle his own shout of ecstasy. He sags against her and she in turn goes limp in his arms, one of her hands going to his hair. After several moments, he seems to regain some strength, as he kisses up her neck towards her lips. They exchange a few soft kisses before he pulls back and looks down at her in apparent wonder.
"You okay?" he asks softly, tangling one of his hands in her hair. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She gives him a soft smile. "No, you didn't hurt me. I'm perfectly fine."
He looks at her silently for a moment, before leaning in for another kiss. He touches his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"You're incredible," he whispers.
She isn't sure if he meant for her to hear or not, as it was said so quietly, but the sentiment goes straight to her heart before spreading around her entire body in a shiver.
"Killian?" she asks softly a while later.
"Hmm?"
"I can't feel my legs," she says with a light giggle.
"Oh, sorry love," he says sheepishly before slowly pulling out his softening member from of her core.
They both whimper at the loss of contact. He helps her on her feet and makes sure she can stand by herself before letting go to dispose of the used condom and rearranging himself. She does the same with her dress. Once he's done, he pulls her back into his arms. She brings her own arms up around his neck.
Emma has never really been one for cuddling after sex, but this time, she can't help herself. She needs more of his proximity, of his solid warmth, wanting to cherish these moments as she doesn't know when – if – she'll see him again.
She drops a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek before pulling away to look around for her discarded underwear. He finds it first, making it dangle from his finger. She grabs it with a smirk before bending to pull them up her legs. He extends one of his hands to offer some assistance, and she grabs it gratefully, still not quite steady on her legs. Once she's done, he pulls her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles, before pulling her back to their seats. They find Ruby and Victor talking quietly.
Emma blushes slightly at the raised eyebrow Ruby sends her way, but she can't find it in herself to be ashamed. She does feel slightly uncomfortable for it was quite obvious what they were doing, but she's not embarrassed.
As her and Killian engage in conversation with Ruby and Victor, she finds that Killian can't quite seem to keep his hands to himself. Not that she's complaining, but the more they touch, the more she becomes addicted to it, and the harder she thinks it will be to leave him behind the next day.
When the waitress comes out to collect the payment for their drinks, Emma realizes how late it is. And how the separation from Killian is fast approaching. Once she has paid, she excuses herself for a moment to use the bathroom. When she comes out, she finds Killian leaning against a pillar, his gaze upward, frowning. It should be illegal for him to look so handsome despite the frown. She carefully puts a hand on his chest before stepping into his personal space. He immediately looks down at her and puts his hands on her hips. Her other hand goes up to his face, in an attempt to erase the frown from his features.
"Everything alright?" she asks softly.
He takes a moment to reply. "Will I see you again?" he asks in turn, his voice wavering with uncertainty.
She gives him a sad smile. "I hope so," is all she says.
She doesn't want to make a promise she's not sure she can keep. He seems to understand her intent, as he nods at her words before pulling her close for a hug.
"It's getting late, Emma," she hears Ruby say.
She pulls away from Killian, grabbing his hands before turning to her friend.
"Yeah, it is," she agrees before turning back to Killian.
She doesn't need to say a word, as he pushes off the pillar and they start walking. He lets go of her hand when they leave the bar's premises. She immediately misses the contact, but she understands why he needs to do this. When they are at the Hacienda doors, she quickly reaches for his hand and gives it a quick squeeze before they part ways.
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