Author's note: More lemon-y goodness for you!

Disclaimer: I have a cardboard Captain Hook. Does that count?

Welcome Home

"God, I thought they'd never leave."

Killian chuckled as she leaned back against the door. Her parents insisted on giving them something called a housewarming party after they moved into their new apartment. There were still some boxes lying about, but Snow was adamant. Now their apartment was littered with paper plates and food and gifts from their family and friends.

Family and friends. Now that was something Killian hadn't ever expected to have again. Everything he had now was thanks to the gorgeous blonde in front of him.

Gods, he loved her.

Killian gave her a slow grin, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Come now, Swan. It wasn't that bad."

Emma huffed and rolled her eyes. "You only say that because Leroy didn't drink all your rum."

"Too right, love," he teased. He closed the gap and kissed her lightly on the lips. He started to pull away, intent on beginning the clean up from their latest adventure, when Emma grabbed the lapel of his jacket and hauled him back to her. His lips fused with hers as his eyes flew wide in surprise. Her kiss was aggressive, filled with passion and he groaned. His hand dived into her hair as she kissed him senseless.

His head was spinning and he finally had to come up for air, lips still hovering over hers. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

Emma didn't even blink. "I've been waiting all night to do that."

"Have you now?"

Her lips quirked up in a sardonic grin. "Don't make me say it, pirate."

His hand fell to her hip, pulling her against him. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, love."

Emma brushed a feather light kiss to his lips, then leaned in next to his ear. "So you don't want to know what I've been imagining all night?"

A shiver raced down his spine, suddenly very curious about what possibly naughty thoughts had been occupying his Swan. For in this, they were just as compatible as they were in every other aspect of their relationship. They truly were soulmates.

Emma's hands slipped under his jacket, her fingers skimming up the column of his spine. "I want you," she whispered, teeth biting on his earlobe, "to fuck me," lick along the shell of his ear, "on every surface," another bite, this one sharper, "of this apartment."

Killian's eyes closed as his mind effortlessly conjured images of Emma writhing in ecstasy bent over their couch, sprawled across the kitchen table, seated high on the counter as he drove into her relentlessly. Gods, she was glorious in the throes of passion, pale skin flushed, lips pink and parted, hair wild. Far better than anything he could have imagined in the time they'd been apart.

"Gods, Emma," he muttered, instinctively pulling her closer. Her soft curves were pressed against his chest, his thigh slipped between hers. His arousal was sudden and painful, confined in the instantly too tight trousers he wore.

"Think you can handle that, Captain?" she asked, licking the hollow of his throat.

"Is that a challenge, Swan?"

"Maybe. You are pretty old."

Killian growled and dragged her mouth back to his, his kiss rough and possessive. "Old, am I? We'll see about that." He used his hand and hook to drag her skirt up, where he realized she wasn't wearing any knickers. He groaned when his fingers skimmed her bare mound, dipping effortlessly into her heat. "Bloody hell, love. Were you like this all evening? Wet and wanting for me?"

Emma mewled softly, riding his fingers. "Yes," she whispered. "I always want you."

Killian kissed her deeply at her admission, the words music to his ears. They had fought for so long to get to this point, where they were completely open with one another, knowing they felt the same way. "I'm going to make you come until you beg me to stop, love," he said darkly, nipping at her pouting lower lip. "Your body belongs to me tonight."

Emma's head fell back against the door with a soft thump. "Oh god."

Killian pulled his hand away from her, grinning when she whined in protest. He brought his fingers to her lips. "Lick." She obeyed with an alacrity that surprised him. He rolled his hips into hers, seeking friction as she tasted herself on his fingers. Once his fingers were clean, he reached around and pulled the zipper down on her dress, slipping the straps from her shoulders and allowing the soft material to flow over her body until it hit the floor. All that was left to her was a pale pink bra that accentuated her breasts and the nude heels she wore. His hand traced her curves reverently, the muscles of her flat stomach already trembling. "You are so bloody beautiful, my love."

Emma pushed on the collar of his jacket, trying to get it off. "You have too many clothes," she complained.

Killian laughed, giving her the space to slide the leather off his shoulders. He let her pick at the buttons on his waistcoat and shirt, while he drew her into a needy kiss. "Where should I have you first?" he mused. "The table? Or the couch perhaps?" Deftly, he flicked open her bra and pulled it from her body. "Or should I take you right here where there's nothing but a thin door to muffle your screams?"

Emma clutched at him for support, her hands fisted in his now loose shirt. Her knees went weak; her eyes were glazed over with lust. "Yes," she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

"Yes what?"

"Here. There. I don't care as long as I have you. Please, Killian."

He pressed a kiss to her brow as he shrugged out of his shirt and waistcoat. He opened his trousers far enough to slid them off his hips, hissing as his cock sprang free. "Hold on to me," he ordered, hand and hook sliding under her ass and picking her up. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck as he hoisted her up, cock slipping through her dripping folds, making them both groan. Killian pressed her back against the door and moved his hand between them to align himself with her entrance. One quick thrust and he was buried deep inside her wet walls.

"Oh my god," Emma moaned. "Yes."

Killian drew her lips back to his and kissed her, muffling her cries as he took her with fast hard strokes. He fucked her with abandon, the door rattling in its frame, but he didn't care. All that mattered was how perfect she felt around him, her heat scorching, her body pliant and soft. Emma tightened her legs around his waist, driving him even deeper and she cried out.

"Right there," she whimpered. "Fuck!"

Killian could already feel her walls fluttering around him, and he took her harder, hips snapping into hers, skin slapping together. "Come," he demanded.

Emma screamed out his name as she tumbled over the edge, walls gripping him tight. He thrust once, twice, then grunted loudly as he spilled himself inside her, hips going still. "Bloody hell," he gasped, pleasure still flooding his body. He would never get over just how incredible it felt to be with her.

Emma hummed unintelligibly, her hold on him loosening. Gently, he sat her down, allowing her to lean heavily against the door. Killian kicked off his boots and pants, before taking her hand. Flipping the lock on the door with his hook, he guided her over to the large table that sat in their dining area. It was still covered with some plates from the party, but Killian merely pushed those aside before sitting Emma up on the top.

He cupped her cheek and pulled her close for a kiss. "Are you satisfied yet, darling?"

Emma bit her lip, her hands sliding over his upper arms. "No."

"Good, because I am nowhere near finished with you yet." He combed his fingers through her hair before kissing her again, a slow passionate kiss, exploring every inch of her lovely mouth. He could spend the rest of his life kissing her, her lips soft and full and sweet. Emma moaned softly and pulled him closer, spreading her legs to accommodate him.

"Touch me," she said, sucking on his lower lip. "Killian." She smiled at him, giving him her body freely, eager for the pleasure he could give her.

"Lie back, love." Killian pulled her to the edge of the table before bending over her, body pressed into hers as his lips trailed over her collarbone, hand skimming up her side. Emma ran her hands over his back, soft mewls and gasps escaping her pretty pink lips as he mouthed her skin, licking and kissing and nipping at it. He moved lower, between the valley of her breasts, fondling one in his hand. Emma's back arched into his touch; he rolled the taut nipple between his fingers, plucking at it until she was writhing under him. "You like that, Emma?"

"More," she pleaded. "So good."

He gave her other breast a long lick, then drew the nipple into his mouth. He suckled at her until she was panting, begging for release. He could feel her molten core against his stomach and suddenly he needed to taste her. Killian kissed a wet path down her stomach and settled down on his knees. "So wet, Emma. I can't wait to taste you."

Emma bucked her hips desperately, the ache between her legs almost unbearable. She sobbed out in pleasure when he finally put his mouth on her, licking a stripe through her parted folds. He licked and nibbled on her sopping flesh, nearly driving her mad with want. Killian grinned devilishly, then tongued her entrance, tasting their mixed essences on his tongue. He fucked her thoroughly, sucking her clit between his lips until she yelled out her climax. He brought her down slow and easy, still touching her, bringing his hook up to slide over her swollen flesh.

"Again," he said, kissing the inside of her thigh. "Come for me again, love." He worked her slowly, relishing her whimpers and moans as the pleasure built once more. He made her orgasm twice more before he was satisfied. His mouth, chin, hand and hook were painted with her release as he rose, hovering over her quivering body. She looked completely debauched; he swore he'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

"I love you, Emma," he said quietly, kissing her heated skin. "So much."

She looked at him with hooded eyes, her breathing coming in shallow pants. "How are you real?" she asked, one hand coming to cup his face weakly.

He kissed the tip of her thumb. "The same way you are, darling." He was so incredibly lucky to have her after everything he'd done. He knew he didn't deserve her. But he wasn't ever letting her go.

"Hey," she said, as if reading his thoughts. "You with me?"

"Aye. Always." He leaned up and gave her a gentle kiss, ignoring the need that now hung heavy against his stomach. "How do you feel now?"

"Hmm, good."

He cocked a brow at her. "Just 'good'?"

She smirked at him. "Yeah. Lost a step there, old man?"

Killian's eyes darkened dangerously. "You're playing with fire, Swan. Tread carefully." He didn't want to hurt her, but if she was asking for more...he was more than willing to oblige her.

"Have I begged you to stop yet?"

His cock hardened even further; he could taste his need for her on his tongue. "Bloody hell, woman." He surged forward, kissing her hard. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers massaging his scalp. Killian jerked away and hauled her up, pulling her over to the couch. He trapped her between the back of the couch and his body, hand squeezing her ass possessively. His hook stroked her back; she shivered in his arms. "The lady likes my hook," he purred in her ear. "Such a dirty girl, Swan."

She shot him a look. "You have no idea, pirate." She reached behind her and unscrewed his hook, bringing it to her chest, sliding the metal over her flushed skin, tracing her nipples, down her stomach. She spread her legs as Killian watched in fascination, the metal rubbing her mound and disappearing once more between her thighs. Emma rubbed herself shamelessly over his attachment, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, Swan," he groaned, his hand brushing his cock. He wanted to be buried inside her so badly, but he didn't want her to stop.

"I've dreamed about this," she admitted, licking her lips. Her face was a mask of pleasure as she continued to touch herself. "Using your hook on myself."

Unable to stand it, Killian wrapped his hand around his weeping cock and started to stroke. "I need you, Emma. I want to fuck you so badly."

Emma's eyes fluttered closed, getting lost in the sensation. "Hurry," she whimpered. "I'm so close."

Killian growled, grabbing her by the hips and forcing her around. His hook clattered to the floor as Killian bent her over the back of the couch. He spanked her lightly on the ass, pleased when he heard her groan. He repeated the action, the slap ringing out in the empty room. "One of these days I'm going to have this arse good and pink, Swan," he told her.

Emma shoved her hips back, needing him to just take her already. "Next time," she promised. "God, just fuck me!"

Killian needed no further encouragement, rubbing the tip of his cock over her dripping entrance, before surging forward and sheathing himself deep in her body. Emma cried out at the forceful intrusion, another orgasm ripping through her. Killian thrust shallowly until she calmed, hand and brace tight on her hips, his fingers sure to leave bruises on her pale skin.

"Gods, you feel so bloody good," he murmured, pulling out almost completely. He shoved back hard, his need too desperate for finesse. His thrusts were sloppy and rough, abusing her already swollen cunt. But Emma made no protest, encouraging him to take what he needed from her body. Her tight wet walls hugged him perfectly and he filled her to the hilt, knowing how much she loved it. Her body tightened under him, trembling violently.

"One more," he demanded, his voice gutteral. "Give me one more, Swan."

"Oh fuck!" she screamed, as she came for a final time, body convulsing under him. Killian fucked her through it, his own release slamming into him hard, knocking him breathless. Spent, Killian collapsed across her back, knowing he was the only thing holding her up. Once he had his breath back, Killian gathered her gently in his arms and backed them into the oversized armchair. Emma curled onto his chest, tucking her head under his chin, still breathing hard.

Killian kissed the top of her head. "Alright there, love?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed. Her fingers curled weakly around the charms of his necklace as she sighed.

"I didn't hurt you?"

She lifted her head. "No. I might be a bit sore tomorrow though."

Killian gave her a tiny smile. "Well, love, you did imply that I was too old to properly satisfy you."

Emma smiled back at him. "I stand corrected."

"Too right." He placed a chaste kiss to her lips. "Rest now, darling. I've got you."

"Will you draw me a bath in a little while? That might help."

"Of course. May I join you?"

"Why do you think I want it?" she replied with a sly smirk.

Killian chuckled. "You are insatiable, Swan."

"Hey, I just figured we were making up for lost time."

Killian thumbed the apple of her cheek, his heart swelling with love for her. His Swan. "Indeed we are, my love. Indeed we are."