Author's note: Just a bitty bit for CS Smut Fest. Post Dark Swan. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Jealousy

"Another?" the bartender asked.

Killian nodded, only half paying attention. His eyes were scanning the room, waiting for his Swan. According to his bloody talking phone, she was late.

They were on a well earned break from the craziness of Storybrooke. The town was quiet, so her parents had practically pressed Ingrid's bloody scroll into their hands and urged them to take some time to themselves. The only question was would they sail or drive?

Emma had surprised him by asking him to take her sailing. It was a request he was all too happy to comply with, leading them down the coast to a place she called Boston.

And now he sat at the bar in a place that played some truly wretched music entirely too loud, waiting for her. The things he did for this woman.

He froze when he spotted her at last, strolling through the entrance to the club. She was stunning in a short black dress that covered the absolute minimum of her pale skin. It was the first time he'd seen her in black since her time as the Dark One (she'd developed an understandable aversion to the color after the traumatic experience, Killian himself seemed to be the exception) and it suited her. Her long golden hair fell in artful waves; she wore no jewelry. He unconsciously wet his lips as the sight of her long legs accentuated by sky high heels.

Killian adjusted his seat, waiting for her to find him in the crowd. When she'd suggested a little role play, he'd happily agreed, intrigued by her boldness. He was pleased to be rewarded for his patience.

Emma saw Killian almost the second she entered the club; she could feel his piercing blue gaze from across the room. Excitement zinged across her skin; it felt like forever since she just got to be. The last time she'd felt like this, it hadn't truly been her and that scared the shit out of her. But she was getting better, every day. In no small part due to the man waiting for her.

And she felt absolutely wicked for the game she was going to play with him.

She went to the other side of the bar and ordered a drink. She sat next to a reasonably looking guy and started chatting him up. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Killian's eyes narrow and she had to bite back a grin.

What in the bloody hell was she doing? She was supposed to have a drink with him, flirt shamelessly with him, not some bloody wanker she just met. Killian's hand tightened on his glass, knuckles white. What game was she playing? He knew it was a game because her smile never reached her eyes. The man she was talking to was too busy staring down her dress to notice. But Killian did. She wanted to play? Make him jealous? That was fine. He took another sip of his rum and waited to see what she did next.

Emma was thoroughly enjoying this little cat and mouse game. The guy she was talking to was extremely boring (a software engineer) but she fawned over him like he was the most fascinating man she'd ever met. Every so often she'd sneak a glance at Killian, who looked thunderous. His blue eyes glittered and his jaw was clenched. Good.

"Wanna dance?" Emma asked Random Bar Guy. Random Bar Guy looked surprised but thrilled as Emma led him over to the dance floor. Emma didn't pay him much attention as she started to dance, moving her body to the beat of the music. She wasn't performing for Random Bar Guy. She was performing for her pirate.

Killian swiveled on his stool, keeping Emma in sight. He had to admit she was gorgeous, her lithe form moving sinuously to the music. It was quite the change from their waltz. But not unwelcome. She paid her partner just enough attention to keep him with her; Killian scowled as the man laid his hands on her hips. The song changed and the dance changed with it, Emma garnering more and more attention as she danced. Killian growled low in his throat, then knocked back the rest of his drink. Her little tease had gone on long enough. Jealousy boiled in his veins, even though he knew it was a game. He'd spent too much time waiting for her, pining for her, and he was still a bit of a selfish bastard.

He tossed down a couple of pieces of paper that passed for currency in this realm and moved in her direction. The few people that stood between them hurried out of his way; he could only imagine what his face looked like. "Swan." Random Bar Guy froze, his eyes wide. Emma stared at him as if bored, which only fueled his ire. Killian turned his attention to her companion. "Leave."

The seemed to get his attention. "Find your own girl, man."

Killian tore his eyes from Emma and glared. "She is mine. Now I suggest you toddle off before things get ugly." His hook was in the pocket of his jacket, but that didn't mean he was helpless.

"Anna?" Who the bloody hell is Anna?

Emma put her hand on Killian's chest; he inhaled sharply. "It's fine," she said breezily. "Go get drink." The man huffed and left. Emma stalked around Killian, her hand never leaving him. "Took you long enough."

"You broke the rules."

"I changed the rules," she said, leaning in close to his ear. "You always said I'd make a good pirate." She grabbed his good hand. "Dance with me."

Killian preferred hauling her back to their room and ravishing her, but he could humor her for now. "Strange dancing in your world, Swan."

"All you need is the right partner." She sidled up to him, hands on his hips. "Just follow the beat." He looked at her like he didn't know whether to kiss her or strangle her, but he did as she bid. He caught on quickly, pulling her against his chest as they moved to the thumping beat. His good hand slid over her ass...unless he was very much mistaken, she wasn't wearing anything underneath the cloth passing for a dress.

"You enjoy playing with fire, love?" Killian growled softly in her ear. "Or are you just a very naughty girl?"

"Maybe it's both," she whispered back. The Dark One was gone, but she was learning to accept her darker impulses, to rein them in and channel them in new directions. Seducing her pirate seemed like a good way to do that. He understood her. She spun around, grinding her ass against him, bringing his hands—real and fake—to rest on her taut stomach. "Hmmm."

Killian swallowed, his pants getting tighter by the second. His desire for her always simmered close to the surface, but he was powerless to resist her like this. Especially since he knew it was her this time and not that bloody demon. He kissed her neck, holding her flush against him. "We need to go."

"But I was just starting to have fun," she pouted.

"What I have in mind is much more fun than this."

"What if I said I wanted you here?"

"Bloody hell." Killian grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the back of the club. The first two doors he tried were locked but the third was open. He ushered her inside and shut the door, flipping the lock.

It appeared to be the owner's office. There was a filing cabinet, a safe and a desk in the small room. The desk was littered with papers, but Killian ignored them as she hauled Emma into his arms and kissed her hard. She mewled, clutching at the lapels of his leather jacket. They backed up until Emma's legs hit the desk.

"You let him touch you," Killian growled, kissing along her pale throat.

"Because I knew you were watching," she breathed, reaching for his belt buckle. "I wanted you."

"You could have had me easily enough."

Emma wrenched his lips back to hers, kissing him deeply. "I wanted this too."

He groaned and slanted his lips over hers, pushing the bottom of her dress up. "You were very naughty, love. How shall I punish you?"

"Punish?"

"Oh yes, I think so." He pulled back and slowly unscrewed his fake hand. Emma's eyes widened as he reached into his jacket and pulled out his hook. He clicked it into place and ran the curved edge over the apple of her cheek. She shivered, her core clenching. She was such a sucker for that damn hook.

"Here?" she whispered.

"It was your idea, Swan." He dragged the curved edge over her jaw, down her neck. He caught the front of her dress in the tip and dragged it down, exposing her bare breasts to the air. Her nipples were already hard, begging for his mouth. He grinned lecherously and took one rosy peak between his lips, his hand shoving her dress farther up until it was bunched around her hips. If they got caught...Emma shivered, getting more turned on by the second.

If indulging in some of her darker impulses felt this good, then she didn't want to stop.

"Spread your legs," Killian commanded softly. "And loosen my pants."

Emma bit her lip, widening her legs, spreading herself for him. She stroked him firmly through his pants before opening his fly. She could tell by the dangerous glint in his eye she was in for an unforgettable ride.

Killian knelt between her splayed thighs, blowing cool air on her wet aching flesh. He dragged his hook down her slit, coating the metal with her essence. Emma shamelessly rocked her hips into his touch, desperate for some kind of friction. She whined when he pulled away but groaned as she watched him lick the metal clean. "Hmm, you taste divine, lass."

"Killian, please."

"Captain, lass."

"Captain," she agreed hurriedly. "Hurry." She bit her lip to stifle her moan of pleasure as he returned his hook to her cunt, stroking her just the way she liked. He'd been a bit apprehensive about bringing his hook into their bed, but Emma loved it, often begging him to use it on her. He focused on her clit, rubbing her firmly with the metal, his mouth on her dripping entrance. He lapped at her, devouring her, her hands in his hair, anchoring him to her.

Emma tried to be quiet, but it was difficult to remember when he was fucking her so exquisitely with his tongue and his hook. She was trembling, chanting softly, the coil tightening low in her belly until she lost control, coming hard. Killian took all she had to give, licking her clean. Emma fell back on her elbows, papers crunching under her, but she ignored it. Killian stood hastily and shoved his pants over his hips, cock jutting out proudly.

"Emma," he said, voice gravelly and low. "Need you."

She raised her head, nodding. "Yes, yes, please."

Killian growled in triumph and plunged into her, hooking her legs under his arms. Emma stifled a scream and fell back to the desk, reveling in every deep hard thrust of his cock. This was what she had wanted when she set out to make him jealous; she wanted to bring out the pirate. He fucked her relentlessly, grunting and huffing, watching as his thick cock disappeared inside her wet heat. Emma arched her back, biting on her hand as he found her g spot.

"Yes," she hissed. "Oh fuck yes. Fuck me, Captain. Fuck me!"

Killian groaned low in his throat; only the thumping music could hide the loud slaps of skin as he fucked her. "Come for me," he snapped, punctuating his words with a hard thrust of his hips. Emma quickly found her clit, rubbing it furiously, giving her the tiny piece she needed to fly over the edge again. Killian grunted, fucking her through it, chasing his own high. He hissed and groaned, her fluttering walls doing him in. He came with a shout, spilling himself deep inside her.

Emma sagged back against the hard desk, spent. Killian eased her legs down, panting for breath. He kissed the exposed skin of her hip before hiking his pants back up. He looked around for something to clean her with, finding some tissues on the filing cabinet. She moaned softly as he gently wiped her clean, tossing the tissues away.

"Emma?"

"Give me a minute."

"Of course." She watched with heavy lidded eyes as he unscrewed his hook and slipped it back in his pocket. He found the fake hand on the desk and clicked it back into place.

"You've got sex hair," Emma said, giggling. She sat up, looking thoroughly amused.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Mine, but I like it."

"Is that right?" he smirked.

"Yeah." She beckoned him back to her, cupping his cheeks and bringing him down for a kiss. "Happy anniversary."

He cocked a brow at her. "Anniversary?"

"It's been a year since our Back to the Future adventure."

His face softened. "Feels like a lifetime ago."

"Yeah," Emma agreed with a dry laugh. "But it's our first."

"With the hope of many more?"

She smiled. "Definitely." She kissed him again, even though it was pressing their luck to linger. Killian cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless. "Wanna go back to our room?"

"Aye, princess." He helped her put her dress back to rights and she fixed his hair. Once they were presentable, they left the office, Killian tossing a doubloon on the desk in recompense for anything out of place. "For the mess," he said, grinning.

Emma laughed the whole way back to their room.