Author's note: Emma indulges in her fascination with Killian's hook. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Thank god for our sexy Captain!

The Hook

The apartment seemed empty when she got home. Emma called out for Killian and Henry but got no answer. There was a note from her son, letting her know he was with his grandfather, practicing sword fighting.

But her pirate was still missing. Emma double checked her phone; he hadn't left her a message. Frowning, she pulled off her boots and padded back through the apartment. She got to the bedroom by the time she heard the water running.

Killian was in the shower. Oh good god.

Wet naked Killian was one of Emma's very favorite things, the way the water rolled down his lean toned body, the way his eyes darkened as he pinned her to the tiled wall of the shower, the way his dark hair slipped through her fingers. A jolt of lust shot through her and she was seriously tempted to join him in the warm shower.

Before she could take a step toward the bathroom her eyes alighted on his brace. It sat haphazardly on the nightstand, the hook still screwed into it. Killian rarely took it off, usually only for sleep and sex. It was just easier, he said, to keep it on; it was how he'd learned to function day to day for the last few centuries.

Emma reached for the metal, her fingers gliding over it effortlessly. She'd never admitted it out loud, but she had a thing for his hook, wondering what it would feel like on her skin. Killian was strangely shy about it and Emma wondered if it was just with her. She wasn't naive; she knew he'd not been celibate after Milah's passing. So the hook must have come into play somewhere, right?

If he wouldn't use it on her, then perhaps she should use it on herself.

An absolutely wicked thought came to her and Emma bit her lip. Killian loved to watch her pleasure herself; would the same be true if he saw her with his hook? There was only one way to find out.

Emma checked to make sure Killian was still in the shower; the pirate loved to take long showers, still getting used to having hot running water. Then she started to strip until she was in nothing but her blue lace underthings. Emma unscrewed the hook from the brace and felt its weight in her hand. It was heavier than she expected and cold. Another frission of desire rolled down her spine and she let out a shuddering breath. Just imagining the cold curved metal on the most intimate parts of her was driving her crazy.

Emma got on the bed and lay on her back. She started slow, sliding the metal over her flat stomach. Her body seemed to jump to life, nipples stiffening, back arching. She started to really get into it, manipulating the hook over her body, over her hard nipples, rubbing over her soaked panties. Emma writhed and moaned, alternating the blunt curve and slightly dull point over her skin. The danger of it only enhanced her need, knowing it could prick her if she wasn't careful.

The metal was warm now and Emma jerked her panties off her hips, kicking them away impatiently. She picked up the hook again and spread her legs, hissing as the metal finally glided over her aching core. "Oh god," she breathed, pressing harder. It felt better than she'd ever imagined; she liked this feeling, being wanton and naughty, wanting Killian to catch her like this. Emma fondled her breast, pulling down the cup so she could rub and pull at the puckered nipple, another wave of want crashing through her.

Killian turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed one of the big fluffy towels and dried himself off before wrapping it around his hips. He thought he'd heard Emma calling him earlier; she must be home from patrolling. Intending to dress before he greeted her, he headed for the bedroom for fresh clothes. And stopped dead in his tracks.

Emma was already there. On their bed. Almost completely naked.

And pleasuring herself. With his hook.

Killian's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the vision before him. She was gorgeous, open and free, lost in the throes of her passion. She moaned and writhed, her skin flushed, her pink lips parted. The metal of his hook glistened with the evidence of her desire and all of Killian's blood ran south.

In moments he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, so hard it hurt. "Fucking hell, lass."

Emma's eyes flew open, her movements faltering for only a moment. She'd wanted to be found like this after all. She locked her gaze with his, a seductive smile on her lips. "Care to join me?"

Killian groaned, tearing his eyes from hers. He couldn't stop staring at where his hook played over her skin. "You seem to be getting along just fine, love."

Emma moaned again, swirling the hook over her throbbing clit. "Oh," she breathed. "So good."

Killian sucked in a shallow breath and stepped closer, right up to the edge of the bed. His hand rested on her knee; he had to fight the urge to slid it lower, his body aching for hers. "You like the hook, Swan?" he asked in a whisper.

Emma nodded. "I've...fuck...I've wanted it...for a while."

Bloody hell. "All you had to do is ask, love." Although he had to admit that finding her like this was incredibly erotic. "What else do you want?"

Emma reached for his towel, pulling it open and dropping it to the floor. "I want Captain Hook," she said, hand sliding over his flank.

Killian responded to her caress instantly, his breathing hitching. He took a hold of her hand and guided it to his hard cock, hissing in pleasure as she stroked him firmly. "Be very sure, Emma," he warned in a dark voice. If he did as she asked, it wouldn't be gentle. He'd longed to have her like that, wild and passionate, but he reined in those desires for her sake. He was a different man now.

Emma brought the metal to her lips and licked it, tasting herself. She wasn't afraid of him and she wasn't some delicate flower that needed coddling. She wanted to experience all that he was and that included this. "I want you to take me the way you would have on the Jolly Roger," she said clearly.

Killian grinned. "Fortunately for you, lass, I am completely sober." He pulled her up into a seated position, boldly standing between her spread legs. "You do exactly as I say, do you understand?" As soon as she nodded, he pulled her into her kiss, lifting her almost completely off the bed. Emma clutched at him, pressing her body into his, unbridled lust pooling in her stomach.

Their passion and desire for one another ran deep; indeed, once they'd given into it, it was difficult to stop, always seeking the other's touch. But this was different, deeper, more primal and Emma liked it.

Before she knew it, she was back on the bed, Killian pressing her down into the mattress, his mouth hot on her breast. He licked her with long strokes of his tongue, the ridge of his cock grinding into her aching core. She'd come close to orgasm before, but had been interrupted by Killian's emergence from the bathroom, now it came back tenfold, her body demanding release.

Killian moved off her, reaching for his discarded hook. "I'm going to make you come with this," he whispered in her ear, dragging the metal down her stomach. "While you suck my cock."

"Fuck." Emma writhed on the bed, those words doing wicked things to her. Killian stretched her out on the bed, rolling her onto her side. He kissed down her body until his head was between her legs. His hips were right in front of her face, his cock heavy and smooth; it made her mouth water.

Killian hummed approvingly. "That's it, Swan. Put that sweet mouth on me."

Emma reached for him, dragging her tongue over the velvety flesh. She loved the way he tasted. Her hips jerked when she felt the metal of his hook slide through her folds once more, Killian's touch much more forceful than hers. Emma kept her legs spread, hips rolling, another moan rumbling in her throat.

Killian teased her thoroughly, loving the sounds she made. Her hand and mouth stroked his cock in time to his movements and he had to grit his teeth to keep from spilling down her throat. When he came, he wanted to be in her. Emma's body shook as she climaxed, the curved edge of his hook rubbing rapidly over her clit. She had to pull away from him, panting, flopping back onto the bed.

But Killian wasn't finished. His mouth quickly replaced the hook and Emma squealed. It was almost embarrassing how fast her body responded, the flick of his tongue over her sopping flash making her want more. She'd expected him to just take her, bury his cock inside her and fuck her until he was spent, but even as Captain Hook he took care of her needs. A vision of them on the narrow bed in the captian's quarters flared in her mind and Emma moaned. If her Killian hadn't been there, she was slightly ashamed to admit that she might have allowed the other him to take her to his bed.

Even then there was just something about him that called to her. And if this was how the captain treated his bedmate...Emma cried out his name as a second orgasm shook her. It felt like the skin was melting off her bones as Killian drew out her high, his tongue plunging into her.

"I love hearing you scream for me, lass," Killian mumbled, kissing the inside of her thigh. "I've thought about this for many a night."

"Why...didn't...you say anything?"

Killian sat up, brushing sweat soaked hair back from her face. "I didn't want to sully the princess."

Emma grabbed his charms and dragged him down to her. "Your princess wants very much to be sullied," she gasped, smiling breathlessly before kissing him again. She reached between them and gently curled her fingers around his cock, still kissing him. Killian groaned, thrusting his hips into her hand.

"Fuck, I need to be in you, lass," he hissed, nipping at her lip.

"So take me."

Killian rolled himself on top of her, rocking back on his haunches. He pulled her legs over his hips and pressed the tip of his weeping cock to her entrance. Emma wailed loudly as he slowly slid into her, feeling every delicious inch of him as he filled her. Her back arched and he slid in the rest of the way, right to the hilt.

"Fuck," Killian cursed. "So bloody tight." Sweat beaded on his forehead; she could tell he was holding himself back.

"I want you," she reminded him, reaching for his stump. She kissed the scarred flesh and Killian lost it. He loomed over her, weight braced on his good hand as he fucked her, harder and deeper than he ever had before and Emma loved every second. Killian braced one of her legs on his shoulder, pressing it back into her chest, changing the angle of his thrusts. Emma's cries were drowned by his kiss as she clawed at him, his cock plunging into her wildly. Killian came with a hoarse cry, hips grinding into hers, hot spurts bathing her walls. Emma thrust her hand between them as he continued to rut into her, fingering her clit, triggering her own orgasm. They moaned in unison as she squeezed him, milking the last drops of pleasure from him.

Killian rolled off her as soon as he stilled, not wanting to crush her. Emma couldn't get her bearings, her body worn out and thoroughly used. Her eyes fell closed as she panted, humming as she felt Killian's gentle touch on her skin.

"You still with me, Swan?"

She nodded weakly. "Yeah."

He kissed her shoulder. "I love you so much," he mumbled.

Emma smiled and opened her eyes. "Love you too."

He gave her a tiny smile. "Was it everything you imagined?"

"Better."

"Should I take that as a compliment, love?"

"You really should."

Killian looked down at her lovingly. "You are full of surprises, Swan. Bloody well nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw you."

"Perhaps you don't know me as well as you think."

Killian pulled her into his arms, laying her head on his chest. "Well, we have the rest of our lives to find out."

"Yeah. We do." And Emma was very much looking forward to it.