Sea Horses:

Chapter Twenty One:

WARNING: This chapter is rated M for a reason. Read at your own discretion. This chapter may easily be bypassed without missing any plot. Seriously guys it's just smut. Highly anticipated and overdue smut, but it is just smut. Enjoy ;)

"You love me?"

Killian fidgets, "Well, I thought it was obvious."

Amaira lets out a watery laugh before she pulls him to her, hands cupping either side of his face.

"I love you too."

His lips claim hers and she tangles her fingers into his hair. Chairs are awkward and Killian soon knocks his over. He chuckles quietly, and Amaira stands up, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards her. She squeaks into his mouth as they topple onto his bed. It's not hard to forgive him however as his lips leave hers, so that his teeth can graze her ear. A breathy little sigh escapes her, and Killian presses a kiss to her jaw. Amaira runs her fingers through his hair with a smile before dropping her hands to the front of his shirt. She realizes where this headed, and although she's nervous she's never been more sure of anything in her life. Her fingers undo the first button in his shirt. Killian catches her hand and pulls his lips away. He draws back and looks at her, searching for any hint of doubt. Still he feels the need to ask.

"Are you sure?"

She leans forward and kisses him lovingly.

"Absolutely."

Killian's lips rejoin hers. Amaira opens her mouth, deepening the kiss, as Killian's hand skims over her curves, feather-light. She shifts her focus back to Killian's shirt, or more importantly the buttons keeping his chest hidden from her. The last button comes undone, and she reaches up to pull the shirt off of him. Killian reluctantly leaves her mouth to shrug his shirt off and pitch it behind them. Her eyes drink in the sight of him bare chested above her, and she can't help but trail her fingers through the smattering of hair across his chest. She leans up, kissing along his jawline and nipping where it ends. Her eyes and hands drift lower, tracing his ab muscles with obvious delight. Killian tilts her chin up, to meet his gaze again. In retaliation she lightly rakes her nails down his chest, enjoying the hiss that leaves his mouth as his eyes snap closed. When they open again, they're much much darker, like the sea in the middle of a storm. He leans closer, allowing his elbow and forearm to take his weight, as he sets about ridding her of her own clothes.

"You're quite overdressed love. I was promised bareback."

She laughs quietly, remembering the first time she gave him riding lessons. Killian tugs at her corset, starting to get rid of the knots. He growls frustratedly when the bloody thing won't come off because he wants her now.

"Don't you dare-"

But her warning comes too late and Killian's hook has already slipped around and cut the remaining laces. He kisses her, not even slightly apologetic and she sighs into his mouth. At this point she really shouldn't expect anything less from him.

He breaks away, smirk firmly in place, so that he can tug her undershirt over her head. His eyes alight, his excitement more than evident, with her bare before him. He's seen her naked before, such is the life of a shifter after all, but this time...This time he's allowed to touch. If possible his smirk gets even bigger as he descends over her form. His fingertips ghost up her sides, light enough not to tickle the sensitive skin, before reaching what he really wants. He cups her breast, thumb brushing against her nipple teasingly. Amaira can't help but moan in response, her back arching up into his touch. His hand kneads her breast before sneaking a glance up at her. Eyes shut, mouth parted ever so slightly, she pushes herself further into his hand. Killian can't take it anymore. His mouth drops, kissing down the valley created by her breasts. She whimpers, and the sound makes his grip tighten automatically. There's a tiny scar here from his hook, and guilt floods through him. In apology he runs his tongue along it, kissing and nipping lightly. She whimpers again, lip now clasped tightly between her teeth. Not wanting to neglect any part of her, Killian's mouth drifts to her other breast, closing over her nipple. He sucks on it lightly, before allowing his tongue to trace the edge. She moans, her hand reaching for his head and curling into his hair. He smirks, tugging gently, then leaving and kissing his way back up to her mouth.

"Killian," she whispers, eyes half-lidded.

He kisses her again, as his hand drifts to the edge of her riding pants. He toys with the edge before leaving that sweet mouth of hers to trail down to her naval. He dips his tongue in quickly, met by a gasp from her. His hand traces the plane of her flat stomach, and he can feel the light amount of muscle beneath. He looks up at her, silently asking permission. She pushes her hips off the bed in answer. He slides the riding pants of her legs, marveling at the creamy white skin revealed. Reaching her boots, he removes those as well. The pants follow way of the boots and are soon dropped to the floor. Bare to him, Killian stares, determined to memorize every inch of her. Under his heated gaze, Amaira shifts self-consciously. Killian catches her arm.

"Don't love. You are absolutely beautiful."

She blushes a soft pink. Killian chuckles. His eyes start mapping her body, hands following suit, following every line and curve of her body. He pauses whenever he reaches a scar, circling it with his lips. The cut in her side, the one from their recent fight with Blackbeard, is lavished with attention. And she barely holds back squeaks as his stubble scrapes over her ticklish sides. Amaira relishes his attention, leaning into his touch. Small gasps escape her when he finds a sweet spot. She's panting by the time he kisses each one of her hip bones. Her heartbeat quickens, nervous yet excited for him to continue. His hand lightly squeezes her thigh. Her legs are all muscle from a lifetime of riding, and Killian enjoys them all the way down to her feet. He looks up at her, meeting her gaze.

"You know this will hurt."

She nods, biting her lip. An idea comes to him, and Killian's eyes get a dangerous glint in them.

"But do you have any idea how pleasurable this can be?"

He moves up her body, looking absolutely predatory. His eyes drop to rest at the apex of her thighs.

"What are you-"

"I just have to taste you."

He abruptly parts her legs before his tongue darts out to taste her.

"Killi-ooooh!"She moans.

Killian laps at her folds. Her hands fist in the sheets covering his bed, and he has to use his hand to hold her thigh down, so that she doesn't clamp them around his head. The control over her he has right now thrills him. His bold lass never doing as she's told, but now... Killian swipes his tongue inside her and she cries out.

"Oh god!"

"God's a little formal love, Killian's perfectly acceptable."

His voice rumbles against her in the most delicious way.

"Damn pirate," she groans.

She can feel her stomach tightening. Killian feels her muscles start to flutter, and he know she's close. His thumb begins to stroke her clit, as his tongue continues to leave her breathless.

"Killian!" she cries out as he sends her over the edge.

Her eyes are shut tight as her euphoria over takes her, and she goes numb. Her thighs tremble as she comes down from her high. Killian can't help, but smirk up at her.

"Oh god," she whimpers helplessly.

Killian takes pity on her and kisses her once again. She helps him get his belt off, and soon there's nothing separating them. Killian settles between her parted legs, meeting her gaze. She nods, and he slowly eases into her. He hits her barrier and stops.

"I'll make it quick love."

She bites her lip, and he breaks through in one sharp thrust. He immediately freezes at Amaira's soft cry, a few tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. He kisses her tears away, murmuring in her ear. Amaira swallows hard, the pain lessening just a bit. She moves her hips experimentally against him, and Killian takes this as a sign to continue. He slowly eases out, before gently thrusting back in. Amaira grimaces, this in no way like before. Killian kisses her soothingly, keeping all his actions slow and gentle. Eventually the pain drops, and turns to pleasure. Small whimpers and soft cries start leaving her, and Killian picks up his pace. Her arms wrap around his neck, to clutch at his shoulders, his own tight on her hip. He groans into the crook of her neck, nipping. She's fucking perfect. Tight, and hot, and his. Killian hits just the right spot, and she moans, her nails digging into his back. He growls in response, and he can feel himself rapidly approaching the edge. Amaira's muscles flutter around him, and he knows she's close. His next thrust sends her over the edge, some strangled version of his name leaving her mouth in a scream. Killian watches her eyes, and he's shocked to find them glowing as she comes, illuminating the dark cabin. He doesn't have time to question this because once, twice more and he follows her, growling her name as he joins her in bliss.

When he can think again, Killian rolls off her, pulling her into his side. They're silent as their breathing evens out.

"Oh. My. God." Is the only thing Amaira manages out.

Killian chuckles.

"Once again, Killian will do love."

She smacks his arm lightly. Killian examines his hook thoughtfully, his fingers playing with the sharp point.

"D'you know you're eyes glow when you come?"

"Do they now?" she asks disinterestedly.

"You don't seem surprised."

"They already flicker, glowing's just a-" she's interrupted by a yawn, "another thing they do apparently."

Killian shakes his head. She turns to him, eyes half-closed already.

"I love you."

"I love you two my glowing eyed lass."

She laughs once at this name, before snugging into his side. Killian places his hook, on the bedside table, before pulling the blankets over them.

"Goodnight love."

She mumbles something, but it's too low for Killian to make out. He settles in beside her, pressing a kiss into her hair.

Author's Note:

Thank you to anyone who has followed, favorited, or reviewed.

Um, so there's your M chapter...Hopefully it lived up to your expectations. First one too so...uh yeah. Holy crap my face is red. *laughs nervously*

Seriously though, let me know what you thought, cuz this was...hard. I think I've spent the most time on this chapter, and I'm still not 100% thrilled with it, but gah it's hard to write. All you smut writers out there I applaud you because it is way harder than it looks.

So sexytimes ensue, and if you want more...let me know.

Also the next chap's up with the actual author's note, so go read that.

Thanks for Reading,

TheSparkedInfinity