Anonymous wanted "they leave the celebrations of no new villains party early to have some fun".
There was a reason Emma didn't care to use her magic.
Barely six hours since her last victory—another notch in her already full belt, the villain subdued and shut away in the magical cage Regina had crafted—and the magic still burned through Emma's veins.
She itched with need. Something, anything to settle the sparks flowing through her, the pool of heat spreading between her legs, the ache in her chest. But the dark beers she drank and the stories she laughed at were just like putting Band-aids on an amputation—a nice thought, but if she didn't get a real fix soon she'd be in trouble.
She already knew the perfect solution—the problem was getting herself and the pirate out of the celebration without anyone noticing. The other problem was that being the Savior meant her sudden absences were often noted at her own parties.
He knew it too. He knew there was a reason she kept her distance. The eyes he made at her from over his beer stein did nothing to still the magic under her skin: the way his gaze lingered on the crook of her neck and the tip of his tongue traced his lower lip, the way he grinned—tongue stuck between his teeth—when she glared at him to knock it off, or the way his eyes traveled down her body while he idly traced circles on the rim of his glass.
Emma considered sending a message with her fingers too, but her brother was here and she didn't need him mimicking her.
So she fidgeted and squirmed her way through an hour of congratulations and play-by-plays of the last fight—she'd lived through it, did she really need to rehash it? She pretended not to notice that every time she glanced back at him the desperate need for relief grew, that she'd squeeze her legs together a little tighter in a pale imitation of what she craved. And what of it if she brushed her hand down her chest a few times, claiming she was brushing off crumbs but really she was trying to make the itching ache in her breasts go away? Each glance back proved he needed this too, his watchful stare getting darker each time.
At last she could take it no more, and made her way to the end of the bar where Killian sat. She placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them gently, reveling in the little moan that escaped him as she pressed herself against his back. She bent close enough that her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "We need to get out of here."
His laugh, dark and rich, warmed her further. "Thought you'd never ask, love."
Ruby winked at them as they left out the back.
Emma's lips were on his the second the front door closed behind them. They stumbled around each other as boots and coats were shed, desperate for contact. She stumbled back and he caught her before she bruised herself on the stairs. His lips brushed against hers as he balanced himself over her. "I'll fuck you on the stairs, is that what you need?" He rasped
She whimpered as he roughly kissed her jawline, down her neck, his stubble roughing her smooth skin. "Carpet burn," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He chuckled, and straightened enough for her to get up and hurry up the stairs.
In the bedroom, she almost ripped her shirt off. Killian caught her by the wrist, spinning her into him and kissing her again. Her fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons. He couldn't even raise his hand to help her before she pulled him back and they toppled onto the bed—she wheezed a bit as he landed on top of her, but when he tried to pull away and apologize, Emma rolled them over.
She unbuttoned her jeans, shoving them down her legs and kicking them away, and freed him from his jeans. He can tell from her actions how much she needs this, how frantic the magic has made her. She sank onto him with a moan, her nails digging into his chest.
By the gods, she's wondrous, warm and welcoming. She rocked against him, biting her lip as he hit deep. He reached up and caressed her breast over her bra, cupping the side and rubbing small circles around her nipple. "You're beautiful," he told her tightly as she rolled her hips into his.
Emma whined, and Killian chuckled. "Alright, love, pillow talk later."
His hand and hook rested on her hips, pulling her further onto him. Emma let her head fall back with a happy sigh as he focused on thrusting his cock into her harder. He could tell from the erratic breathing and bouncing that she's close to coming, nearing that peak-
His thumb brushed over her clit and that's all it took for her to sink her nails into his chest, gasping and snapping her hips against his. He groaned with the feel of her coming around him, squeezing him and tempting him to follow. As her pleasure faded, she folded into herself, huddling against his chest as he chuckled-still hard inside her-and she caught her breath.
Another moment passed, and he could tell from the heat of her skin that this wasn't close to being over. "Killian," she warned.
"Aye, Swan, just for you," he told her, anything for her and he held her tight against him as he shifted them.
Emma wrapped her legs around his waist as he reached under her and unhooked her bra. His mouth found her breasts with lazy licks and gentle sucking, the pace of his thrusts into her matching. She carded her fingers through his hair, tugging harder with each pass. "Emma, love," he murmured against her skin, "if you keep doing that I won't have any hair left."
"Maybe if someone wasn't driving me insane I wouldn't have to pull his hair out," she replied, earning her another laugh.
But it worked, his pace increasing as she wrapped herself around him fully. The little whimpers and puffs of air in his ear fueled him further, her little whispered encouragements-"Faster, please" and "Fuck, you feel so good"-causing him to angle her to hit the spot that made her toes curl.
When she unraveled around him again, her legs twitching, her heels digging into his arse, he almost followed... but tonight was about her, quelling the impatient itch of her magical fires. Killian was more than happy to be at her beck and call when the magic caused her so much want.
She huffed into his ear, trying to catch her breath as he propped himself up on his elbows, still buried in her warmth to the hilt. He grinned. "Better?"
She hesitated, her eyes closed. She shifted slightly under him before she gave an exaggerated false sob. "No."
He kissed her. Her kiss, fueled with desire, only made him want her more. "Is it such a trial to be loved by me?"
Emma opened her eyes, and smiled wryly. "No. I just... don't like being at the mercy of my hormones like this."
Killian snapped his hips against hers and she sucked in a breath. He grinned again; he'd never tire of the look of her after she came, her hair mussed and skin tinged pink. "Love, you may not like it, but rest assured that your discomfort is a cross I am willing to bear."
She shoved at him, and he thrust into her hard again in retaliation. Emma laughed. "Just shut up and fuck me, Jones."
That he could do, and in the end she came three more times before her magic finally settled.
