AN: PLEASE SEE THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER FOR A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. Thank you Haleigh for the beta! Sorry it is so late tonight folks. I've been doing stuff to prepare for my parent's vow renewal all weekend and I'm literally just now sitting down. Here's the next chapter…

Live Wire

Chapter Twenty-Five

Killian and Emma sat in the bathtub of the dimly lit bathroom surrounded by dissipating bubbles and lit candles, the wax dripping with the passing time. Emma sighed, leaning her head against Killian's shoulder as one of his hands smoothed her hair, the other caressing her skin from underneath the water that was getting colder by the minute.

"I could stay like this with you forever…" she murmured, her voice soft and whimsical.

"Do you plan on turning into a mermaid on me than, love?" he teased, a soft chuckle erupting from his throat causing her to grin playfully.

"I suppose I would lose feeling in my legs after a while, a fin may be helpful…" she agreed, seriously considering the idea if it were actually possible, her hand wrapping around his neck, her fingertips grazing his stubble as she sat in his lap, her back pressed up against his front. "I would need to find a genie to grant my wish…"

"How am I to make love to you if you are a mermaid?" he whispered huskily against the shell of her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin underneath the water, journeying closer to the apex of her thighs, her breath hitching as he made contact to her center, her body arching against his to give him better access to where she needed him the most. Emma whimpered as he buried two fingers within her heat, rubbing furiously at her clit with his tentative motions, his other hand reaching to cup her breast, his thumb circling her stiff nipple as the water sloshed around them. "Wouldn't you miss the feeling of me inside you as I brought you to the brink of ecstasy…" his words persisted, the idea so far from her thoughts that it wasn't even funny.

"I suppose being human has its merits…" she panted, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling, her body writhing between his spread legs as he continued to spear his fingers within her, quickly working her body up with every thrust. Killian removed his hand from her breast causing her to whimper at the loss before bringing it to her other bud that begged him for attention and tweaking it with his fingers. Emma craned her head, connecting their lips in a heated kiss as he brought her closer to the edge with is talented fingers.

"Come for me Emma…" he picked up his pace, rapidly scissoring his fingers within her as she cried out her release, convulsing around him. Killian continued to stroke her inner walls as she rode out the waves of her impromptu orgasm, slowing down his thrusts to steadily bring her down from her high. Emma crushed her body further against his chest, her slick back sliding against his wet chest hair as she caught her breath. "Feel better?" he asked cockily, pressing his lips to the soft supple skin of her neck as he carded his hand through her damp locks.

"Not even close…" she turned her head, her lips falling against his with an unbidden urgency as she swallowed his groans, her hand falling beneath the water to stroke his painfully hard member causing him to gasp freely into her mouth.

Killian grabbed her wrist, successfully stilling her movements, and pulling it from the shallow water and brought her arm to his mouth as he trailed a line of kisses starting at her wrist to her upper arm and stopping to whisper against her soaked skin. "We should get out…" he said suggestively with the jerk of his hips against her backside making her moan, his hand kneading her breast.

Killian released her earning him a throaty whimper, his hands braced on either side of the tub as he got up, the water rolling off his body as he stepped out from behind her and onto the bathmat. He didn't even bother to dry off, instead he held his hand out for Emma who accepted it, helping her up to stand at the edge of the tub before lifting her out and into his waiting arms, her body sliding down his. Killian hauled her up into his arms, a careful hand placed at her lower back, the other tucked underneath her thigh as she wrapped her leg around his back.

Killian swept a lock of hair from her face, his eyes lustful and intense against hers as he leaned in to part her lips with his and pulled her flush against him so she could feel absolutely every torturous inch of him against her, the proof of her arousal coating her thighs. "Fuck me Killian," she breathed, lips in an open pucker against his mouth, her lips falling against his cheek, leaving a wet trail as she panted his name in a desperate plea.

Killian secured her to his body before carrying her across the floor and out the door to her bedroom leaving a trailing of water droplets on the floor as they went. Killian laid her on the bed, covering her body with his, his forehead pressed tightly against hers before moving his mouth further down her body to lick the remaining droplets of water from her. Killian sat in the cradle of her thighs, his fiery eyes burning into hers, his arm leaning against her lower back to lift her closer to his mouth, licking the soft sweetness of her damp skin from the swell of her breasts to her navel, his tongue darting in to circle the sensitive flesh that had her clenching the sheets at either side of her.

Emma arched her back against his probing mouth, her head thrashing from side to side beneath him, her lower lip turning into a quivering mess because of his tentative ministrations. Killian continued to worship her with his mouth until she couldn't stand it any longer, tugging him by the wet hairs sticking up every which way at the top of his head and dragging him back to her hungry mouth.

Killian positioned himself at her entrance, his fingertips splayed against her heart to feel the steady thump of it as he smiled down at her. "I love you Emma…" he declared, seemingly bearing his soul to her as he guided himself into her, pushing through, her heat pulsing around him to welcome him home as the two finally joined. Emma felt deliciously full and complete with him inside of her that sent her gasping against his lips, brushing hers against his as he pulled out and surged back in carefully, her mouth opening into a silent cry of ecstasy.

Emma was lost in the feeling of his heavy weight on top of her, the security and bliss it brought her, her hips moving softly against his in a delicate dance as he peppered wet kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, her fingers twined his wet locks, her other hand wrapped around his shoulder as her fingernails raked up and down his back. They couldn't get enough of each other, Killian pulling away to stare intently into her eyes, blue meeting green, the features of his face softening as he gazed upon the beauty in his arms as his hips continued to meet hers in slow and deliberate strokes.

Killian captured her chin and cheek in the palm of his hand, brushing his fingertips softly against the gentle skin there, his forehead pressed against hers, his movements never faltering, never once lifting his gaze from hers. Killian melted against her, like two halves of a whole, as he brought her closer to the edge. Emma felt the pressure coil low in her belly, her pleasure rising up inside of her threatening to spill over. Killian bent his head forward, placing a gentle kiss to her abdomen before sinking his hand lower to rub at her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Emma dug her fingernails sharply into his upper back, making crescent shaped imprints on his skin as she came with a shout, his name chanted from her lips like a prayer as her orgasm crashed over her. Killian continued his efforts against her clit, helping her to ride out the waves of pleasure, his lips finding her forehead as he whispered words of praise and encouragement, his own orgasm well within reach.

Emma's eyes snapped open, Killian continuing to pump in and out of her, chasing his own release as she rejoined the world around her. Emma settled a hand on his lower back to help his thrusts along, his breathing quickening as a sign of just how close he was, her intense green eyes meeting his blue lust-filled ones, her other hand coming to cradling his face, her fingers coming up to stroke his strong jawline, his movements becoming sloppier as he neared his finish.

Emma brushed her sweaty forehead against his, so close that she could feel his panting breath against her lips. "Come for me Killian…" she encouraged in a sultry whisper before once again connecting their lips as she dragged his bottom lip between hers, the passionate act of love enough to push him over the edge. "Emma!"

Killian grunted his release as he emptied himself into her as he continuously slapping his hips against hers, his thrusts shallow and without purpose as he rode out his climax to completion. Killian pushed his sweaty body against Emma's, removing his softening member from her warmth and rolling over onto his side before pulling Emma into his arms and kissing her senseless.

"Go to sleep love," he whispered softly, the sound of his voice lolling her further to sleep with every passing breath. "You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow…" he reminded her, his fingers running through her long silky strands in a soothing manner.

"Don't want to go…" she pouted as her head searched for the perfect place to rest against his chest.

"I know…" he whispered in agreement, "but I will be there with you every step of the way. You won't be alone in this, I promise you. Now go to sleep…"

Emma yawned, shifting her body against his in a more comfortable position as she drifted off to sleep, Killian following her not long after. The following day would bring a lot of worries and a lot of uncertainties but whatever happened they would face it together.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Killian woke to the sound of running water, his sleepy eyes shooting open as he felt the cold empty spot on the bed next to him. Killian's eyes panned towards the digital clock that sat on the side table next to him, the time read: 4:07. It was early. Too early. Killian groaned, his face digging into the plush pillow as he inhaled her familiar scent, a scent he had missed for a little over a month, a scent he was happy to be reunited with. Why was she awake so early? They had gone to bed only four hours prior, there was no way she should be up right now…

He sleepily picked himself up off the bed, not even bothering to put clothes on as he padded through the bedroom towards the bathroom, scratching at the hair on his neck as he went. Killian stopped at the steaming shower, the glass door fogged up with moisture, unable to make out anything inside. Killian managed a yawn then pulling the door handle open before sticking his head in, his face getting splashed with ricocheting water droplets.

That's when he saw Emma, sitting on the floor of the shower, curled up into herself as the water fell down from above like rain, her hair damp, weighing down her face. Killian closed his eyes with a grimace, the sight sobering him from his zombie like sleep state immediately. Emma picked her head up from her knees at the sound of Killian climbing in the shower, shutting the door behind him, her puffy red eyes meeting his, concern coloring his face as he appraised her disheveled appearance. Emma leaned her head back against the shower wall with shame with the sound of her sniffling, her lower lips quivering. She was having a panic attack or had just had one…

Killian towered over her, the water pelting his body before crouching down next to her, her cries getting louder as she bit her lip and shook her head furiously, flinching away from him with no place to go. She didn't want him to see her like this. She was better now; she didn't do this anymore. Killian brushed his fingertips against the wet skin of her cheek, parting a damp lock of her hair from her face as he gazed down at her with a pained expression. "Emma…" he chided softly, his voice hoarse with sleep. "Come here love…" he choked sadly with his an outstretched hand.

She was completely wrecked, shivering against the cold stone behind her as she struggled to answer him, "no… no…" she stuttered in response, her lip quivering.

"Wasn't a suggestion…" he murmured as he leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gathering her into his arms and standing them upright in the shower, fighting against her protests. Killian grasped the wet hair at the back of her head, bringing her face into his shoulder, holding her as she sobbed. After a few moments, Killian felt her relax more in his arms as he drew soothing circles onto her back, his lips pressed against her ear as he whispered words of comfort, "shhh… I've got you…"

His words did little to ease her worry, the fear for what the day would bring overwhelming her in ways the felt as familiar and as dark as previous episodes, that she felt she had gotten over. She had been wrong, "I can't go back there Killian…" she pressed her body further against his, franticly grabbing hold of him and never wanting to let go.

"Who said you were going back? Emma, no one is going to make you go back there. You're going to stay right here with me…" he mentioned calmly.

"But I'm not better… I thought I was but I'm not…" she refuted, incredibly sure that he was wrong in his assumption.

"Emma. You're fine. You haven't relapsed, you had a panic attack. Those aren't going to go away over night. It's part of you. You are better. Look at how your handling this…" he stated confidently with an unmistakable pride, "Emma you are the bravest person I know and you just proved to yourself that you are better. You're functioning just fine without drugs. You should be proud of yourself…"

Emma contemplated his words, still apprehensive to agree with him. She felt more guilt ridden and ashamed more than ever, her body shaking with a strong need for a pill to make it all go away. Killian held her tightly to him, wishing away her pain instead of having to let it run its course. "You're so strong Emma and you have no idea," he told her softly his hand cradling the side of her head as she rested it on his shoulder.

"I am?" she questioned, her voice low and unsure.

"I have yet to see you fail…"

Emma lifted her head from his neck, a sad smile gracing her lips as she gazed into his eyes that shined with nothing but complete and total adoration for her. "Thanks for believing in me Killian… I know I didn't ask-"

"You don't ask for belief Emma. I believe in you because I want to," he confirmed, his hair dripping into his face.

"I love you Killian," she said before moving to press her lips against his. He would always be there for her not like Neal was. Killian wasn't and never would be Neal. Emma braced herself on her tiptoes, her arms coming to wrap around his neck as she pulled herself to him, her lips parting his in a sensual, breathless kiss.

Killian and Emma pulled their lips away, Killian leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Turn around for me Emma." Emma complied with his wishes, her brow creasing with confusion as she heard him shuffle about behind her. Killian returned to her, wash cloth in hand which he had applied some soap to, his hand at her wrist as he prompted her to relax. Killian swept her wet locks over her shoulder, brushing the wet cloth over her shoulder blades and down her back, tentatively soothing her back over with it coaxing a hum of pleasure to leave her lips.

"How does that feel?" he asked her before placing kisses across her shoulder blades, continuously moving the cloth in small circles at her lower back. Killian dropped his lips lower, kissing down her spine until he squatted down behind her, his face level with the round flesh of her ass. Killian held her body steady with a hand at her hip, dipping the cloth to the globes of her ass and massaging them gently, one after the other. Emma's eyes clamped shut as he moved further down, working the cloth behind her legs, her knees threatening to buckle under his gentle ministrations.

Killian stood, a hand braced on each side of her torso and turning her slowly to face him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before returning to the task at hand. Killian pushed the hair off her shoulder, the locks falling over back as he grazed the cloth over her neck, Emma letting out a moan of approval as her eyes shut with the motion. Killian brought the cloth over to her breasts, showing them the same attention as he had her buttocks before pulling away his eyes meeting those of her stiff peaks that had hardened under his careful hands. Killian swept the cloth over her stomach slowly and paused as he came to the apex of her thighs.

Killian bent down to his knees in front of her, pulling Emma's hand onto his shoulder and her leg onto the other for purchase as he worked the cloth over her most intimate place, the warm water sending a gush of heat straight to her core that made her toss her head back with a throaty moan, the act far more sensual and intimate than sex could ever be for her. Emma removed her hand from his shoulder, threaded her fingers through the wet black tuffs of hair at the back of his neck as he explored her legs with the cloth. Lastly, he carefully washed each foot before gently setting it back down.

Killian rose back to his feet in front of her, his lips grazing her ear as he said, "it appears you're all clean now…"

Emma's breath hitched in her throat, swallowing before responding, "that's too bad…" she gave him a small pout.

"Why is that?" he breathed huskily, his eyes low and dark, leaning in with brisk curiosity.

"I really liked being dirty…" she confessed, his eyes widening as she yanked his lips to hers, his hand finding her leg and hitching it over his lower back before backing her against the shower wall, their tongues dueling furiously in their mouths the entire time. Emma could feel every hard inch of him pressed against her as she moaned into his mouth, her need to have him inside of her growing with every second that ticked by that she went without. She was impatient and desperate as she nipped at his bottom lip aggressively, her hips rocking against his persistently in need of friction.

Killian chuckled against her lips, bruised with his kiss, her eyes closing as she wriggled in his grasp. Emma slid down the wall a bit, her pelvis tilted upwards towards his as she rubbed himself against her, biting his lower lip, nodding encouragingly. Emma threw her head back, her hands scrambling against the wall behind her for purchase as she let out a small impatient wail.

Killian grinned down at her wickedly, his mouth quietly hushing her as he took hold of the side of her neck and tilted her head towards his before gliding himself into her opening, Emma whimpering at the feeling of him filling her so deliciously. Killian groaned as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his breath coming out in harsh pants against her forehead. Killian held her inner thigh, her pelvis still tilted against him, his hand braced against the wall beside her head as he slowly pulled himself out then thrusted back in.

Emma planted her shoulders firmly against the shower wall behind her, the only thing other than her hands and head that touched it as Killian set a bruising pace within her that had her crying out for him, her head thrashing from side to side with every movement he made inside of her, the angle allowing him to go so deep within her. Killian drowned out her whimpering moans with the slapping of skin as he relentlessly pounded into her, his gaze calculated and appraising as he watched her get lost at the feeling of him spreading her, "so good Emma…"

Killian rocked his hips against hers, leaning his head to connect their lips, swallowing her moans of ecstasy before trailing his lips over her wet skin, his stamina and balance working in his favor as he lowered his lips to a nipple and sucked it into his mouth, her fingers instantly moving to the back of his head to encourage his mouth against the overly sensitive flesh.

Satisfied with his attentions to that breast, he attacked the other with his mouth, his hips slamming mercilessly against hers, his cock hitting that spot inside of her repeatedly, her claw-like hands raking against the wall behind as she felt her orgasm steadily build within her. Emma gasped, panting harshly, her release just beyond reach. Killian grinned against her straining nipple, watching her struggle before working a hand over her swollen bundle of nerves, using his fingers to stimulate her until she was falling apart in his arms.

Killian's eyes never left hers, a smug grin on his face as he surged with a sense of manly pride at what his efforts had yielded him. "Look at me Emma…" he bit out, his voice rough and dripping with lust as his he sped up his movements with a little less finesse than before at his own impending orgasm. Emma dug her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle her cries, his words meaning little to her. When she hadn't made a move to open her eyes upon his request he bit down on her nipple, giving her just enough pressure to gain her attention. Emma's eyes snapped in as the pain mixed with the pleasure. "That's it," he purred, "I want you to know who's making you come…" she moaned at his words as she came down from her state of bliss, his thrusts punctuating every word that left his lips. "Say me name Emma…"

"Killian!" she grunted, another orgasm just beyond the brink, working its way through her.

"Again…" he growled with the push and pull of his hips against hers.

"Killian!" she cried again, her head falling back again the shower wall. He could feel her impending orgasm, her walls gripping him tightly as she bucked wildly against him in search of release.

"You going to come again Emma?" he slurred darkly in a teasing manner as she keened for him to do something… anything to push her over the edge.

"Please…" she begged, tugging at her bottom lip in desperation.

"Please what, Emma?" he turned his jaw up at her, his mouth open in a teasing way, his hips still thrusting away.

"Make me come Killian!" she screamed, a smug grin gracing his lips in triumph, his hand trailing to where they were joined to rub her clit.

His eyes were bold and intense against hers as he commanded. "Come for me Emma…" he whispered against her lips. Emma let herself go with a shout of his name, her walls tightening around him and gripping his cock as he shot his release inside of her, milking every last drop as he rutted his hips against her, riding the waves of their intense orgasms.

Killian pressed his forehead tightly to Emma's, gasping for breath, water cascading over his sated form as Emma lower her trembling leg with a more limited range of motion after her exertion. Drops of water dripping from his dark wet locks pelted her face, his body held firmly against hers, their breathing heavy and broken.

"You don't know how much I've missed having you like that Emma…" he told her breathlessly.

"I think I have an idea…" she said saucily, her hand gliding across the hardening flesh between them as Killian bit back a masculine whimper, his head falling back slightly as her hand slowly worked his growing need.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

The two spent the remainder of the morning in and out of the sheets until it was time to get ready for school.

Emma was nervous as her driver pulled up to the school building, her fist clenching and unclenching against her knee, her other hand being reassuringly squeezed by Killian as he motioned to open the door. "No matter what happens in there Emma, I am here and I'm not going anywhere…" he reminded her before kissing a kiss to her brow.

Killian stepped out first, his hand outstretched to help his love from the vehicle. Emma took his hand in hers and lifted herself from the car, her head bowed down, too afraid to make eye contact with those eyes she undoubltly knew would be there, watching her every move. Killian came to stand in front of her, his fingers placed delicately underneath her chin to lift her head to his gaze. "Don't let them know they get to you. Don't give them the satisfaction…" he encouraged with a soft smile, Emma affording him an uneasy tight lipped smile in response.

Killian took her hand in his, her head held high as they walked across the courtyard where everyone stopped dead in their tracks at their show of support. Killian was her rock. She was sure she wouldn't have been able to do it without him here with her. She was unbelievably grateful for him.

All day she heard rumors and people whispering under their breaths about her but she paid them no mind and focused all her energy on the man who had been the cause for her rehabilitation. She couldn't have done it without him.

She would continue to see her therapist on a bi-weekly basis. Her fight was far from over and there would be many challenges ahead, but with him by her side how could she fall back into her old ways?

AN: PLEASE READ. VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. This is the last chapter I have written because my muse is a bit all over the place and not being very cooperative so there will NOT be an update Tuesday and I really have no idea when the next one will be done and posted. It will be a surprise like any other fanfiction now I suppose but in no way is this the end. I still have another few chapters to write and promise you guys the most amazing ending. Thank you for your support and your loyalty. It means so much to me. Questions or concerns with this announcement can be made via PM or review, but try and keep it clean. No hating on the author who has delivered two chapters a week since April and needs your understanding more than ever. THIS IS NOT A BREAK either. It will be written when it gets written and I'm going to just stop stressing about it. Thank you for your understanding. –Cat