The fire dwindled as Gold lay awake, dragging his fingertips softly over Emma's forearms. Nestling his face in her hair, he inhaled deeply the scent of cinnamon that seemed to surround her. There were no words to express the depths of peace he found himself in. Emma sighed heavily as he tightened his arms her, pressing himself against her bare back. For a moment he feared he had woken her, going instantly still as he listened. Her deep and even breathing continued and he relaxed against her.

Part of him never believed they'd actually make it to this point; he was so sure that she would've left him by now. He wouldn't have blamed her if she did. But the thought of being with anyone else, being without her, especially in this moment was unthinkable. After three lifetimes of no human contact his emotions boiled just beneath the surface, threatening to overwhelm him. He promised himself he wouldn't cry, but he had forgotten how vulnerable you become while making love; while you're so connected to another person.

All this time he thought he was the one in control, the one who wasn't afraid; yet even now he was terrified. He tried to guard himself against Emma, to not let her become such a necessary part of his existence; but it was all for naught. He tried to pinpoint the exact moment when he fell in love with her, but it was a subtle shift. Emma had gone from being the Savior; the means to an end of a curse and now she was the woman he was head over heels in love with. This moment was too perfect, he was afraid it wouldn't last.

Once you gain something, you risk the pain of losing it or having it taken away. Regina once told him that men like him don't get happy endings and everything was going his way; Belle was alive and free at last and Emma was in his arms. Was this not a happy ending? True the story wasn't over yet and Bae was still missing; but this is more happiness than he ever thought he'd deserve or experience. Though he tried, Gold simply couldn't begrudge himself this moment of happiness.

Emma felt him stir behind her; his naked body curled protectively around her as the heat of his body seeped into her back. She doesn't know at what time she woke up, but she knows it's still night. There was a lingering soreness between her legs, but not even that could interfere with the perfection of this moment. Her arms tingled as his fingertips stroked her softly and she wondered if he was awake.

She had an idea of what to expect the first time around, but she always envisioned it going wrong; that she'd somehow ruin it. But Gold took such care to be tender, to allow her body to get used to one sensation before introducing another. He took his time; from the way he undressed her to the very last moment when he collapsed on top of her. Though it was awkward, it was no less passionate. The idea that they would get to do this again filled her excitement. It didn't escape her attention that Gold barely let her touch him and if last night was for her, then she would make a night for him. Emma felt his arms tighten around her as if he was trying to prevent her from escaping.

Gold sighed heavily as he ran his hand along Emma's side. Her body was soft and warm beneath his touch, reiterating the fact that he wasn't dreaming. She was still here, still his as his hand ran over her hip and up her abdomen. Though he didn't want to wake her, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips to her bare shoulder.

"You know, there are laws against what you're doing…" Emma said smiling sleepily, nestling back against him. Gold was startled by the sound of her voice as his hand rested between her breasts.

"Mm, are you going to arrest me, Sherriff?" he asked, completely unrepentant as his lips moved to her neck. Emma keened, smiling brightly as she rolled onto her back.

"Not tonight…" she whispered breathlessly as his lips covered hers. The kiss was soft and languid as Emma slipped her fingers into his hair. "I forgot my handcuffs…" Gold laughed against her lips.

"Isn't that a pity…" he said flatly. Gold looked down at her in wonder, smoothing the blonde strands of hair from her face. "Are you just a dream, Emma; that will vanish when I wake?" A hoarse chuckle escaped her lips as pressed her lips to his, easing him onto his back as she lay over him.

"You're awake and I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere…" she promised him. Gold rested his forehead to hers; his eyes closed. He wanted to tell her he loved her, wanted her to know how much this moment meant to him. There weren't enough words to adequately express what he was feeling.

A loud growling interrupted his thoughts as he met Emma's intense gaze. "What was that?"

"My stomach…I'm kinda hungry." She said as she laughed at herself, amazed that she could even think of food after what she just experienced. But the gnawing, writhing of her stomach demanded that she fill it.

"Then why didn't you get up and eat?" Gold laughed as he stared at her incredulously.

"Because I feel all jelly-like and you were all warm and cuddly and I didn't want to leave your arms." She replied, slurring her speech as she pressed her body against his. Gold laughed deeply as he switched on a small lamp on the bedside table. Cuddly is not a word he ever thought would be used to describe him.

"Well, I don't want you to leave my arms either, but I can't let you starve." He said with a wink. "You'll find a pair of your pajamas in the drawer next to you; wait here, I'll be right back." Emma groaned as he tossed the sheets from his body, watching as Gold slipped on his sweatpants.

Emma felt the biting cold the moment he left the bed; his body was like her own personal furnace. She was relieved to find Gold had brought her flannel pajamas as she pulled them on quickly, desperate to get warm. There was so much on her mind, so much she wanted to say, but she didn't know where to start. Emma wondered if he felt as clueless as she did right now. Were they supposed to remain quiet and just bask in the afterglow of something so extraordinary? Should they talk about it? Did people really have to ask, 'was it good for you'? She had never experienced a morning after; well, never experienced any of it before.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gold finally returned with a tray of breakfast for her; scrambled eggs, toast and hot chocolate with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Emma almost cried at the gesture having never been served breakfast in bed. She watched as he added another log to the fireplace to restore warmth to the bedroom, limping heavily without his cane. When she tried to assist him, he insisted she sit down and eat something. Emma was shocked to realize the sun had risen as he pulled the curtains open; his room was so dark she assumed it was still night. She set the tray to the side as Gold joined her on the bed, pressing her lips to his.

"You didn't have to do all this, Gold…" she whispered, running her thumb over his bottom lip. Gold smiled as his fingertips traced the edge of her face.

"Yea, I know. I wanted to…"

"I don't know if I've thanked you yet…so thank you. I didn't know how much I needed it."

"You're welcome; love…" he said, kissing her forehead. "What time is it, anyway?"

"According to your cell phone it's quarter of noon…" he answered, retrieving his coffee from the tray.

"I slept that late?" she repeated in astonishment.

"Well, you were up late, dearie." Gold said with a mischievous grin. "What did you expect?" Emma giggled as she shrugged,

"I don't know…" she whispered, lying against the headboard as she watched him. "How do you feel?" she asked softly, still unsure of how to act; Gold set his coffee on the end table.

"Like the luckiest man alive…" he whispered incredulously, as if he still couldn't believe she was here with him. He dipped his head and caught her lips in a chaste kiss, pulling her against him. Emma smiled up at him through tear-soaked eyes, resting her hands on his chest.

"You're not disappointed, then?" she whispered hoarsely. Gold shook his head, brushing a tear from her cheek. "I told you; you could never disappoint me, love. The first time is always awkward." Emma nodded in relief, he wasn't lying; but there was something beneath his eyes that she couldn't quite place. She finished the last of her breakfast; or technically her lunch and set the tray on the nightstand.

"I was thinking…whenever you're ready, we could take a walk…" he said, interrupting the silence. Emma looked at him with wide eyes as if he just asked her to walk the tightrope. "It's a gorgeous day; I thought we could get out of the cabin for a bit." He added quickly.

"Uh, yea, ok." She stammered, climbing out of bed. Gold hoped he hadn't somehow done something wrong, watching confused as she headed to the bathroom. He took the opportunity to clean up the bedroom and wash the dishes. He laid out some clothes for her to wear; jeans, a light sweater and her infamous red leather jacket. He thought it was silly to take a shower before going hiking, but she was out the door and in the shower before he could stop her.

Emma smiled at Gold as he waited by the front door, leaning against the wall. He wore black jeans, a navy blue shirt and a black leather jacket. His soft hair framed his face perfectly; his body was relaxed and he looked absolutely edible as Emma eagerly joined his side. With his cane in one hand and Emma on the other, Gold escorted her from the cabin.

Emma closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as she turned her face to the sun. It was indeed a gorgeous day; the chirping of the birds was confirmation that spring had finally arrived. She clung to Gold's arm as they walked leisurely in silence; the fresh air was invigorating as it filled her lungs. The cabin was surrounded by thick trees and a small stream that ran just alongside it. The simplicity of everything is something Emma could easily get used to.

"Are you alright, Love?" he asked, interrupting the silence.

"Yes, of course, why?" she asked confused.

"It's just that you've been so quiet…"

"I guess I haven't really known what to say…" she admitted honestly. Gold smiled, nodding in agreement. "That makes two of us…"

"So, what are you thinking?" she asked, hoping to get inside his head a little.

"I'm uh, honestly not sure…" he admitted honestly. Emma raised her eyebrows at his honesty as she nodded; she knew exactly how he felt. "I've never known such peace and I've never been more terrified."

"Terrified of what?" she whispered breathlessly. Gold squeezed her hand tightly, barely meeting her eyes.

"Of losing you." He answered simply. Emma was tempted to interrupt and make her case, to tell him he was in no danger of losing her. Instead she remained quiet and allowed him to continue.

"I'm not a young man, Emma; I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want you to be hurt or looked down upon for being in a relationship with me. There are things in my past…" he paused as he swallowed hard, battling the emotions that threatened to take over. "I'm just afraid I'll only cause you pain and that you'll regret being with me."

Emma smiled sympathetically as she rested her chin on his shoulder, staring at him in astonishment. She was amazed that after all this, he was still afraid she'd leave him. Emma sometimes forgot that he was just as vulnerable as the rest of humanity and needed to be assured of her feelings for him. Emma has only ever alluded to or hinted at the fact that she might love him; she's never told him flat out. It was a way to protect herself in case he didn't feel the same; but now he seemed to need to hear it.

"First of all, the only person who is bothered by our age difference is you." She began quietly. Gold listened intently, but he kept his eyes diverted to the ground. If only she knew how old he truly was, she might feel differently.

"Since we started this relationship, you've never disappointed me – especially not last night. I'm not worried about your past, because it is the past; I'm only concerned with who you are now and what you'll do in the future..." Emma stopped in front him, smoothing the hair from his face as their eyes locked.

"…and I want to be part of your future. I want people to see us together; I don't care what they think. They don't know anything about us and there will always be people who have something bad to say. I love you, Mr. R. Gold; despite that you won't give me your first name or that there are times I want to shake you bloody senseless…I love you."

Gold was certain that he was dreaming once again; Emma just told him that she loves him, that she wants to share his future. His hands slipped beneath the fabric of her shirt, moving over her lower back as he pulled her closer. She felt real; could this really be happening? Emma had never told him one way or the other how she felt; he was almost certain that she loved him, but she'd never said it. Then again, neither had he.

Both of them were equally guarded, even through all the flirting and sleeping together; all the shared history between them; they both kept something of themselves back in an attempt to prevent another heartache. Gold met her eyes and almost burst into tears at the love and admiration they communicated. His breathing intensified as he swallowed the lump in his throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Say it again…" he pleaded, needing to be sure he wasn't hallucinating. Emma smiled brightly, cradling his face in her hands. "I love you…" Gold wrapped his arms tight around her waist, clutching her against him.

"Oh, Emma I don't deserve you…" he whispered hoarsely. "I love you Emma; I love you…" he repeated the phrase several times against her ear as her hand fisted in his hair. Gold felt his chest constrict as he no longer swallowed his tears. He hadn't expected this; so many times he would have said it first, but he never thought he would hear Emma say it.

Time seemed to stop as they held on to each other for dear life; finally admitting to how they truly felt. It was liberating and Emma couldn't contain her laughter as she clutched him as tightly as he held her. She doesn't know how long they stood there, nor did she care. He just told her he loved her; there's not much else that could happen to top that.

After he finally released her waist, Emma rested her head against his; her fingertips stroking his jawline. He caught her lips softly, and she obediently parted her lips to allow him entry. She allowed him to control the kiss, still flying on the emotional high. He pulled away from her panting for breath; they locked elbows as they began walking back to the cabin.

The air was thick around them, though not with tension. It was a highly emotional moment and after last night, Emma didn't think she could take anymore. Her heart felt so full she feared it may explode, but the silence was beginning to wear on her.

"Alright, Gold…" she began teasingly. "The time has come for you to tell me how you pulled all this off…" Gold laughed lightly, leaning on his cane as he met her with a mischievous grin.

"Well, I had help. My housekeeper came and did all the cleaning Thursday; she did all the food shopping as well. You left early yesterday morning which allowed me to pack your bag and drove out here to receive a delivery of furniture." At that Emma's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait…you didn't even have furniture here?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, I had furniture, but it was in terrible condition. I ordered it on Monday actually but they weren't able to deliver until yesterday. So, after they left, I put the finishing touches on everything; making the conditions acceptable for a lady. I unpacked your bag into the nightstand and took a shower and changed here. Then the limo picked me up and brought me home to you. My housekeeper arrived later while we were at dinner to light the fires so we wouldn't freeze." Gold smiled at the astonished look on her face.

"Well, I am truly impressed that you pulled it all off; and give your housekeeper a generous bonus."

"Already done, love…" he said as they arrived back at the cabin. They removed their muddy boots and left them on the porch as they stepped over the threshold. Emma was shocked that her feet seemed to ache, as if they had been walking for hours.

"How's your leg?" she asked suddenly. If her feet ached, his leg had to be killing him.

"A bit sore, actually. I was going to take a shower; hopefully the heat will soothe it..." He said, placing a kiss to her neck. Emma keened, as she leaned back against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Mm, maybe when you're done I could massage it for you." She offered, hoping he would allow her to do this. He seemed intent on keeping her the focus of this weekend, not letting her do anything and she had a plan to change that.

"Sounds good, love…" With one more kiss on the lips, Gold limped down the hallway. Emma reluctantly watched him go as she sat on the couch, retrieving her phone from the pocket of her jacket. 3pm… she realized as she checked for messages. She lay down on the couch, propping her head up with a pillow. With no texts or voicemails, Emma decided to text Mary that everything was fine just in case. Before she received a response, Emma was asleep.

Gold sat on the couch with Emma's legs draped over his thighs. He came back from his shower to find her passed out cold on the couch; that was two hours ago. He considered waking her, but as he watched her he decided to let her sleep. Part of the purpose of this weekend was to give Emma some much needed time off; it seems that ever since the Kathryn Nolan case, Emma has had to deal with something new every day. He wanted to give her a full weekend of nothing on the agenda except rest and relaxation.

She told him she loved him – three times to be exact, and she meant every word. If there was ever a perfect moment to experience, this was it. He didn't understand it, but he certainly wasn't arguing with it. But even now, the dark one whispered in his mind. The time was fast approaching when Emma would break the curse and he would be faced with her parents. He knew the chances of convincing them that this hadn't been his plan all along; to seduce and marry the heir of their kingdom, were pretty slim. All he could do was hope that he could prove it to them before they regained their memories, perhaps then they might believe him that this was never his intention. All he wanted was his son; that was his only plan when all this began.

Not only them, there was the ever present threat of Regina who would stop at nothing to steal all their happy endings. Even if killing Emma meant that the curse would be broken, it would certainly shatter Snow White and Prince Charming to lose their daughter after they've just regained her. Regina would still win on that front even if she lost the war. Without his magic, he was powerless to protect Emma. She stirred beneath his hands and he remained still, hoping she wasn't having another nightmare. When she remained asleep, Gold set to the task of making dinner.

Emma woke slowly with a crick in her neck to the smell of something delicious; the chances that he ordered Chinese food way out here were slim. Checking her cell phone, she had a thank you, have fun… text from Mary, and according to the clock it was 5:30. Emma fell asleep around three; she just assumed Gold would wake her up for that massage. Obviously, she was wrong.

She couldn't understand why she was so tired; she did next to nothing today, except a brisk walk. As she sat up, the open curtain on the living room window disturbed her and she felt the compulsive need to close it. Gold watched bemused as Emma stumbled from the couch to the window, closing the curtains tightly.

"What's wrong, love; don't want the neighbors spying?" he asked teasingly, given that there was no one around for miles. Emma turned, smiling mischievously as she approached him.

"No, I just want anyone watching us through the windows…" Emma wrapped her arms around his waist, as he kissed her temple.

"Well, unless there are animals peeking in at us, we're in no danger of that here." Gold looked at her thoughtfully, wondering why she was suddenly nervous. "Unless you know something I don't know; which is highly improbable."

"No threats; just the memory of Jefferson's telescopes…" she said flatly, as Gold nodded in understanding. "Every now and again I just get paranoid and close the curtains. This smells delicious by the way." Gold considered pressing the issue but knew Emma changed the subject for a reason; there was to be no talk of curses this weekend.

"Thank you; it's almost done. Would you grab us some plates please, love?" Emma complied immediately; practically ready to eat the food right off the pan. "I also have dessert…" he added suggestively.

"I hope you're not planning on seducing me with ice cream, Mr. Gold…" she said with a daring smirk.

"Of course not, Miss Swan…" he said innocently, handing her a plate. "There are much easier and less messy ways to accomplish that love…" As Emma sat down she shot him a wide eyed incredulous stare.

"And what are those…?" she prodded, intrigued at that statement. Gold cleared his throat, and if Emma didn't know better she'd think he was blushing.

"Well, among other things; that lovely neck of yours. All I have to do is brush my lips against your skin and you are putty in my hands…" he said with a triumphant grin. Emma merely glared at him in response as she began eating her dinner. What really bothered her was that he was right; there seemed to be a direct link between her neck and her knees going weak.

"By the way, Gold; this is delicious…" she said of his chicken stir fry. "Thank you, love…" He replied with a smile as he raised his glass.

"You know, I still owe you that dinner/movie night…I haven't forgotten." She said with a playful smirk.

"Whatever suits your fancy, love; I am at your disposal." Emma nodded in response but said nothing more as she ate. It had been an emotionally heavy, twenty-four hours and though she just slept for two hours, she felt like she could sleep for a week. Her mind was still reeling from their walk in the woods when she told him she loved him; when he told her that he loved her.

Emma did the dishes as Gold served up the ice cream; Emma got a bowl of chocolate peanut butter and Gold had mint chocolate chip. She joined him on the couch before a roaring fire, curling along his side.

"Do we have to go back tomorrow? Couldn't we just stay here, away from everything and everyone?" she asked sadly, already dreading the trip back to Storybrooke.

"Whatever would we do with all that time?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her with an amused expression on his face.

"Oh, I'm sure we could think of something…" she said flirtatiously, shooting him a suggestive glare. Gold swallowed a spoonful of ice cream, studying her face.

"We could, you know; if you really wanted to that is…" he stammered. Emma looked at him surprised. "I'm just saying; I could easily support you, Emma. You could quit your job, stay at home with Henry and catch up on lost time."

"I've never been really domestic, I don't know if I would want to quit my job…" her voice trailed off as she held the spoon to her mouth. "I'm just kidding, but thank you for the offer. One of these days I might take you up on it. Assuming you ask properly…" Gold met her eyes with an intense stare. He couldn't be positive, but he's fairly certain that Emma just agreed to marry him before he even asked.

"That can be arranged…" he said softly with a smirk. Emma smiled, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"I still owe you that massage…" she said, licking the ice cream from her spoon, changing the subject. Gold forced a tight smile and diverted his gaze away from her.

"You don't have to, Emma; the shower helped immensely." He said, desperately trying to get her to drop this.

"I'm gonna see it sooner or later…" she said, not looking up from the bowl. Gold leveled her with a glare, though not in anger. It was the deepest source of his shame; how could he let her see it?

"Later, not tonight…" he said pointedly. Emma set her empty bowl on the floor and kneeled between his knees. Gold's body stiffened immediately, unsure of what she was doing.

"Well, I could massage it through your pants…" she offered, her hand moving gently over his right knee. Though his leg tightened involuntarily in pain, he eventually began to relax under Emma's soothing touch.

Gold leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed as he tilted his head back. Her pressure was perfect and she kept her hands to his knee and outer thigh, so as not to arouse him. His skin grew warm and tingled as her hand expertly kneaded his muscles; the burning throbbing pain was starting to subside. One might think that she had done this as a career at one point.

"How's the pressure?" she asked softly, afraid if she spoke he'd stop her.

"Perfect…" he whispered hoarsely.

Emma knew why he didn't want her to see it; she also didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He was so ashamed of his past; considered himself weak and cowardly and that scar is the very reminder of everything he's trying to forget. But she knows all of that and accepts him anyway, but alas, she'll just have to wait until he's ready.

"You're putting me to sleep, love…" he said, interrupting the silence with his eyes still closed. Emma smiled as she rubbed her hand over his thigh.

"Let's go to bed then…" she said rising to her feet. Under normal circumstances he would've objected; 'it's too early'; 'I'm not tired'. As Emma pulled him to his feet, he leaned down catching her lips in a kiss.

"Thank you, Emma…it feels much better now." He said as she handed him his cane. "You're welcome."

Gold changed back into his sweatpants and added a log to the fireplace as Emma changed behind him. He added some kindling, making sure the fire would burn through the night. He joined Emma on the bed, who eagerly curled up against him as he lay beside her.

"Good night, love…" he whispered against her temple.

"Good night, Gold." She said, tracing her fingertips over his chest. Gold seemed to need to go to bed early and she wanted to join him. She was almost certain he was asleep, but he too seemed restless.

The room had become too warm, between his body, the fire, her flannel pajamas and the silk sheets; Emma was overheating. She went to bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, trying to cool off. She decided to remove her shirt and left her bottoms on; the shirt remained close by in case she got cold. Emma curled along his side, resting her head on his chest as her fingers trailed over his torso.

Her mind was still wide awake and she found herself jealous of the sleeping Gold beside her. An idea sparked then, perhaps a bit malicious in her intent; but if she couldn't sleep, neither should he. Quickly, removing her pants, Emma returned back to his side; he remained blissfully unaware of all her movements. She wondered how long it would take to wake him.

Her hand rested lightly on him as she trailed her lips along his chest, side, and nipple, stopping to encircle it with her tongue. He moaned softly, shifting his weight as she placed random kisses upon his warm skin. Emma felt his hand on her bare back, stroking in slow circles with his fingertips; caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

Gold sighed contentedly, Emma's long hair tickled him, splayed over his torso like a fan as her mouth moved sensuously over his chest and abdomen. The warmth of her body lay flush against his side, he shivered as her breasts brushed over his skin. He trailed his fingers up her spine, working their way into her hair, coaxing her to move upwards. If this was dream he would fully indulge in it.

Her body moved languorously over him; he kept his eyes closed for fear of waking as she gently nibbled on his lower lip. Slow, deep kisses became more passionate as his hands clutched her head; holding her much the same way she had done last night. The kiss was tender but impatient, an urgent sense of need and want building in both of them.

Emma pulled back, tracing a finger gently along the edge of his face; his eyes fluttered open as her fingers moved along his jaw line. Emma smiled brightly as their eyes met; all at once he realized he wasn't dreaming. Her eyes captured him as he searched their depths. While there was certainly desire to be found, there was another look entirely that he hadn't expected; something akin to love. He found himself afraid to speak for fear of interrupting what she had started. She brought her lips back to his as their tongues danced; tasting, exploring, desperately searching as their hands clung to each other.

Emma felt a passion she didn't know she possessed surge through her. She could feel him harden against her thigh; warm tremors of excitement tore through her to the core. The pounding of her heart echoed in her ears as her breathing became quick and shallow. She had never done this before and despite her trepidation, she kissed his lips once more as she trailed down over the hollow of his throat.

Gold tilted his head back to allow her better access as her lips moved down the center of his torso. His breath caught in his throat, his body trembled fiercely as Emma moved a gentle finger over the head of his growing cock…along it, below it; around it. Her movements were slow, tantalizing as she explored him. While he knew of this particular act, no one had ever performed it on him before; he lifted his head and watched as Emma leaned in.

Emma ghosted her lips over him, around the rim, kissing him lightly on the head, making his body spasm slightly. Having never done this, Emma felt like she was flying blind, doing what felt natural. He became fully erect beneath her kisses as she gently massaged and caressed. She eased the head into her warm mouth, holding him a moment, and then slowly moved from tip to ridge. Feeling him fill her mouth was an odd sensation at first; she relaxed her jaw as much as possible as his hand reached down and grasped her hair. Emma paused, looking up to see him watching her.

Emma smiled up at him and then he watched as she took the entire length of him in one slow enveloping motion. A guttural moan escaped his lips as his head fell back down, eyes closed; his hips thrust up gently. He had to consciously remind himself not to pull her hair as he relaxed his grip, moving his legs further apart. Her mouth was gloriously warm as she surrounded him, moving up and down his hardened length.

"Emma…" he growled hoarsely, both hands gripping fistfuls of her hair, his cock throbbing from her ministrations. Words were not his strong suit at the moment as he struggled just whispering her name. He doesn't know what brought this on, but he certainly wasn't complaining as he mouth and hand worked in tandem. His hoarse moans and guttural groans of pleasure spurred Emma on as the wetness had returned between her legs. He was so hard now, arching into her mouth as she moved faster, tasting his eagerness and longing for more.

Emma pulled back slowly and released his cock from her mouth; positioning herself over him. She met his eyes questioningly and with a smirk, he rested his hands on her hips guiding her down; his cock pressing firmly against her. She wanted him to feel her excitement; to know how much she wanted him as she ground her hips against him. Emma moaned softly as she felt him snuggled tightly against her inner walls. Her hands rested on his abdomen as she held him inside her. She gasped when he thrust up; feeling him even deeper than she had last night.

The fact that Emma had taken charge the way she did when she had very little idea of what she was doing, made this perhaps the most erotic moment of his life. He moved his hands to her breasts, kneading them firmly and moving over her nipples. It was Emma's turn to gasp as he moved his fingers over her clit, causing her walls to clamp down around him.

Emma was overcome by sensations as he touched her and filled her body all at the same time. She rocked over him, holding him deep within her as her hands caressed him; feeling him stroke her; thrusting deep inside her as she pressed against him. Her eyes opened to see his face; his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. She needed to kiss him, deeply; an urgent kiss that expressed all the passion she felt; the desire, the longing.

As her lips claimed his, Gold filled his hands with her backside, pulling and pushing her down at the same time. They moved frantically against one another, kissing, devouring as Gold felt himself perilously close to the edge too soon. He pulled away abruptly from her lips as she rose to a sitting position, holding his gaze. She moved harder against him; feeling the overpowering sensations of climax as her body shuddered.

"I love you…" she whispered hoarsely, her muscles contracting around him. Gold rolled her onto her back, claiming her lips in a desperate kiss. "I love you," he repeated against her lips as he thrust inside her. Emma tightened her legs around him as she felt waves of heat travel and pulse through her body as the orgasm wracked her. He collapsed breathlessly on top of her, kissing her deeply.

As their breathing gradually slowed, they subsided to more gentle, loving, tender, kisses. Gold held Emma against his body as they lay on their sides; holding her, not moving; not wanting to be apart. She placed soft kisses along his face as he stroked her back.

"Emma, what…why?" he didn't seem to know which was the appropriate question. Emma smiled as she kissed his lips once more.

"Last night you made love to me…I wanted to make love to you…" she whispered, smoothing the hair from his face.

"That was incredible…no one has ever done that for me before. Thank you…" he said breathlessly, tightening his arms around her.

"Then we're even…" she said, stroking his cheek lightly with her thumb. His eyes drifted closed as his body relaxed. Emma fell asleep to the sound of his deep breathing and the soft roar of the fireplace.

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