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Their first night together
Emma let out a small huff as Killian tapped her nose with his paintbrush, "Paint goes on the wall, not on me, Killian."
"Yes, Mistress Swan." Killian replied dutifully before turning back to the wall they were painting in the second bedroom of her apartment that she was turning into an office. He'd arrived nearly an hour before and she'd immediately put him straight to work, moving the rum he'd brought so it was out of reach until they were finished. He knew she was driven and had a one-track mind, but she was determined to finish this tonight it appeared.
Snorting, Emma responded, "You would get into that, wouldn't you, Jones?" She asked.
He arched a dramatic brow at her and dipped his paintbrush back in the can of deep red paint, "Into what exactly, Swan?" He questioned.
"Leather, bondage, whips and chains." She teased, focusing intently near the doorway that led to the closet.
"I'm not sure I have the faintest idea of what you're talking about, Deputy. You're the one who handcuffed me, are you not?" He reminded her of the time she chained him to a bike rack outside of the pharmacy because she thought he could be involved in a minor theft that Will Scarlett wound up committing. Leaning towards her, he murmured, "Perhaps you're the one who is into chains and whips."
His breath was warm against her ear and she found herself shivering at his close proximity. Rolling her eyes, Emma huffed out, "You're impossible." His answering grin let her know that he didn't believe for one second that she was as unaffected by him as she was pretending to be.
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Two hours later, the painting abandoned in favor of the burgers and rum, the two sat on the floor in the middle of the empty room eying each other quietly. "God, Granny makes the best burgers." Emma moaned softly, chewing slowly as she broke the silence.
Killian chuckled, "Very attractive there, Swan." Leaning over, he swiped at some of the ketchup on her chin, "You certainly know how to woo a man on a first date."
"This is not a date, Jones." Emma swallowed and washed it down with some rum, "This is painting."
"You know," He leered at her, "we could paint more than the walls. I could paint"
"Do not finish that sentence." She interrupted, flushing slightly as he smirked at her, pulling the cork out of the rum bottle with his teeth before pouring them both another glass. Emma's eyes followed his movements, watching the way his tongue darted out in concentration as he tried not to spill any rum on the carpet. There was something way too sinful about his tongue and mouth. She clenched her thighs together as the image of his dark head between her thighs popped up in her mind unbidden. She needed to get laid. Maybe finding Whale wasn't the worst idea on the planet.
"Drink more, Swan, it may loosen you up a bit." Killian winked at her, drawing her out of her thoughts.
"I'm more than loose enough." Emma huffed indignantly as she picked up her rum glass, giving him a mocking toast before tossing it back.
Killian watched as she downed the rest of her rum, his eyes skimming down her pale throat as she swallowed the liquid, "Care to test that theory, love?" He asked, pushing aside the to-go cartons and his glass to crawl towards her. Her eyes were wide as he moved and she clutched the glass tumbler against her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but then he was right there, one hand hovering above her ankle, the other placed firmly on the floor by her thigh. He raised a challenging brow at her before he gripped her leg and tugged her forward. Emma let out a little yelp as she was pulled towards him.
Setting her glass down, Emma wrapped her hands around his neck, yanking his lips down to hers, "Just kiss me already, Jones." She demanded, all thoughts of potentially getting it on with Whale flying out of her mind.
"As you wish, love." He murmured against her mouth. She sighed into the contact, her body instantly relaxing as his mouth moved over hers. His lips were soft and she found herself melting back into the floor, pulling him down into the cradle of her thighs. She let out a small moan as one of his hands slid up her leg to her thigh. Even through the thick material of her jeans, she could feel the heat that always seemed to radiate off of him seep through. Slipping his hand into her hair, Killian tilted Emma's head back to deepen the kiss.
When they broke for air, Emma sighed, "Damn, Jones."
He chuckled and nudged his nose against her, "A good damn I hope."
Slipping out from underneath him, she chuckled at his noise of protest. Holding out her hand, she murmured, "You're about to find out."
His grin was wide as he let her tug him to a standing position before watching as she hesitantly laced their fingers together. She tugged him out of the small office space she was redecorating and down the hallway to her bedroom. He pulled her to a stop at the foot of her bed, his thumb skimming over the apple of her cheek, "You're sure, Emma?" He asked softly, "I don't want to have pressured you or goaded you or for this to be a decision based on the rum and"
She cut him off by rocking up on her toes and pressing a hard kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, she watched as his eyes fluttered open, "I want this, Killian." She whispered, a slight flush blooming across her chest at her admission. It scared her how much she wanted this and for how long. She'd wanted him almost from the moment she met him. "I want you."
His answering kiss surprised her. There was so much force behind it as his hands wandered up her sides, around to her back, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her and she couldn't wait to get him naked, to feel his skin rubbing against hers, to feel the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. "Bloody hell, love," he murmured into her neck, his lips trailing a path down to her collar bones, "you have no idea." His teeth scraped over a particularly sensitive spot and she moaned out his name. "Again." He bit down on the spot, his teeth worrying a mark there before his tongue flicked out to soothe the bite.
"God, Killian." Her hands fisted in the bottom of his t-shirt, bunching the material up so her palms could splay out over his abdomen. He groaned as her nails scraped through the dusting of chest hair there. Yanking her head back, she pulled his shirt over his head, her eyes widening as they took in his toned upper body.
He chuckled, "See something you like?" He teased, his hands slipping up under her shirt. She hummed, her back arching as he slid the material up slowly. When his own eyes were wide, the blue slowly disappearing as lust took over, she chuckled, arching a brow before reaching back and flicking open her bra, "Gods above, but you are a vision." His thumb brushed across one of her nipples and she moaned, "So sensitive." He murmured, dropping his head to suck on the hardened peak. He responding moan spurred him on as he sucked hard on it, biting down gently before switching to its twin.
"Fuck, Killian." She moaned, holding him against her as his hands wandered down her torso. In moments she was impatiently tugging at the belt around his waist, wanting them both naked. "Naked now." She demanded, shoving him backwards so she could strip herself. She was naked in seconds, crawling up onto her bed and settling on her knees as she watched him slip out of his shoes and socks and then peel off his jeans and boxers. She was in no way prepared for the amount of lean muscle on him. He was the epitome of what a male should look like. With an arched brow, she beckoned him forward.
Killian crawled up after her, his hands immediately finding her calves as he nudged her back, stroking over her pale skin, "You're so beautiful." He murmured, his eyes drinking her in as his hands followed. "Fuck, Swan." He groaned, his lips skimming over her flat stomach. "So perfect." He murmured, his tongue darting out over a few white marks on her side. They looked like stretch marks from carrying a child and he was once again curious about her background. She keened when his teeth scraped over them. "So sensitive." He murmured, moving further down, "I wonder if you'll like this?" She cried out when he ran the flat of his tongue over her slit.
Emma writhed above him, watching him with hooded eyes. He was sinfully good at this, alternating between long licks, scraping his teeth over her swollen nub. When he curled three fingers inside of her, she nearly bucked off the bed, a long moan tearing from her throat. He chuckled against her, working her over in earnest until her orgasm slammed into her. He gently stroked her down, one hand on her stomach, soothing the trembling muscles.
Crawling back up to hover above her, he murmured, "You taste bloody incredible."
Her gaze latched onto his and she let out a shaky laugh, "Thank you, I think." When he moved to roll off of her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing their lower halves flush. She hissed as an aftershock rolled through her when his hard cock pressed against her abused flesh. "We're not done, yet." She murmured.
His grin was nearly predatory as move to tug on her ear, "Is that so?" He asked gruffly, "Does the princess demand more of me?"
She moaned softly as he rocked into her, "The princess wants you inside of her." Emma mumbled, arching her hips up, "Right now." She demanded, reaching between them to guide him.
He thrust shallowly in her, his head dropping to her shoulder, "Oh my god, Emma." He murmured.
"More." She murmured in his ear, "More." She rocked against him, trying to fully seat him inside of her. When he pushed forward a long moan of his name tore from her throat, "Just like that."
"You feel amazing." He whispered against her mouth, pressing a kiss there before his lips slid across her jaw, "So hot and tight."
"So good." She agreed as he pulled out and pushed back in. "So good." They moved slowly, their earlier need fizzling down to a slow simmer as their hands wandered, seeking out sensitive places that brought the most pleasure. The built her arousal back up until she was begging for more and harder and faster. When she sobbed out her orgasm, he was helpless to do anything but follow her.
Trying to catch her breath, Emma traced the planes of his sweaty back with her fingertips, "Wow." She murmured.
"Aye, love, wow." He agreed before rolling off of her. "Let me clean you up."
She hummed, rolling over to her side, "Bathroom's in there." She whispered sleepily. She felt warm and used and heavy. It was the best feeling. She barely stirred as he brushed a damp cloth between her legs.
Leaning down, he brushed a kiss against her forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow, Swan."
Reaching out, she blindly grabbed his wrist, tugging him back towards the bed, "Stay."
He paused and she could feel his pulse thudding rapidly against her fingertips, "You're sure?" He asked quietly. She hummed and moved over, tugging the comforter down and patting the spot next to her. He slipped in beside her, pulling her body against his.
When her head was tucked under his chin and her arm around his waist, she whispered, "Night, Killian."
"Sweet dreams, Emma." He pressed a lingering kiss to her head before letting the warmth of her body lull him to sleep as well.
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XOXO
MAS
