"Killian? Wha… what are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," he told her, pushing his way into the apartment before she could say anything else.
"Did my flight across the country not send the message that I wasn't in the mood for talking loud enough?" Emma snapped back at him, as she slammed the door shut and turned to face her friend. She knew that if she had any chance of making it through whatever it was that he wanted to say, then she needed to cling to the small thread of anger that was pulsing away between the fear and worries threatening to shatter her heart.
"You didn't give me a chance to say anything before you jumped on that flight," he reminded her.
"That's because you didn't say anything."
"I was fucking stunned, Emma. You can't just drop that kind of information on a guy and not expect him to need some time to process it all." Killian took a deep breath in through his nose to try and control his anger before he explained more calmly, "by the time I'd had a chance to process everything, you were already gone."
"What was I supposed to do? Just stand around and wait for you to come to your senses? I felt completely humiliated, Killian. I thought that was it. I thought that was the end of everything for us. How the fuck was I supposed to react to that, huh?"
Killian's entire stance deflated as he watched her bring up a hand to dash away the tears that had begun to fall. He could count the number of times he'd seen Emma cry in the last decade on his fingers, and now, he'd made her cry twice in as many days.
"Oh, Sweetheart," he sighed, taking a small step forward.
But he halted in place when Emma threw up her arms to yell, "Don't! Just… don't. I can't do this with you right now, Killian. I can't… You can't just stand there and act like nothing's happened after I told you that I loved you. You can't do that to me."
"You know, if you actually gave me enough time to think, enough time to speak, you might be a little surprised by what I have to say," he threw back at her, his anger rising once more.
Why did she have to be so bloody infuriating?
Emma cocked a brow in his direction that told him she wasn't happy with being told what to do in her own home. But she would listen to whatever it was that he needed to say, and then she expected him to leave.
Killian took another step closer to her, close enough to reach out for her hands and pull her arms away from her chest. "I love you too, you stubborn, maddening, beautiful woman."
Emma's breath caught in her throat as she protested weakly, "Don't! That's not funny, Killian."
Killian shook his head forcefully and took one last step forward while he tugged gently on her hands. Just before Emma's body could collide with his own, he slid one hand up to cup her cheek as he dropped his lips down to cover hers.
At first, he was sure that she was planning to shove him away, given how her hands came up to press against his chest. But as he allowed the tip of his tongue to tease gently over her lower lip, Emma's body began to relax into his own. One of her hands glided up over his chest to wrap around his neck so that her fingers could tease the short hairs that rested there. While the other slid around his waist to pull him closer to her.
"Did that feel funny to you?" Killian panted out, as he dropped his forehead down to rest against hers.
Emma was either too breathless from the kiss they'd just shared, or stunned into silence. All she could do was shake her head against his before she tugged his lips back down to cover hers once more. What had started as soft and sweet quickly became demanding and hungry, as the two were finally given permission to explore each other the way they had only ever dreamed of doing before.
Emma's hands roamed freely over Killian's chest, mapping the ridges and muscles that were still so new to her as she tried to pull him in closer. His own hands slid gently down her body, the tips of his fingers dancing lightly over her figure before brushing against the swell of her breasts. Emma gasped at the bolt of electricity it sent shooting through her body, and Killian pulled back a little in surprise. He hadn't expected that noise to be quite as arousing as it was.
Killian paused his ministrations for a moment, waiting until Emma lifted her head to meet his eyes. Her concerns died on her tongue when she saw the question burning behind her friend's gaze, and she nodded her head slowly in answer to it.
He didn't need any more encouragement. Killian's entire being already ached to have her back in his arms again. One touch hadn't been enough, and he knew now that it never would be. Everything had changed. There would be no going back from this for either of them.
"I love you," he told her again, but he didn't give Emma a chance to echo his sentiments. Instead, he fitted his lips to hers once more and stooped down to pull her up and into his arms. Emma's legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his hands gripped the underside of her thighs to carry her through the apartment and into her bedroom.
Killian didn't pull away from her when he dropped her down onto the bed. Instead, he followed as she pushed herself up it, crawling over her body to settle himself into the cradle of her thighs so that he could continue kissing her.
The moment Emma's hands began tugging at the shirt he was wearing, Killian forced himself to pull back. He needed her to say the words before they went any further. He needed to be sure that she understood just how big this moment was for them both.
"Emma, are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely," she hurried to assure him, as she tried to pull him back down over her.
"This is going to change everything," he warned her gently.
"Everything's already changed, Killian. And I'm okay with that. As long as you are."
She looked so vulnerable at that moment that Killian's heart ached for her. He never wanted her to doubt just how much he wanted her. How much he needed her.
"Of course I am," he stated firmly, before leaning down to seal his promise with more sweet and tender kisses.
This time, when Emma's hands slipped under the cotton of his shirt and began to tug it up his back, Killian pulled away just long enough to let her yank the garment over his head before he settled back down into her embrace to kiss her again. If that was all they did for the afternoon, he wouldn't have complained. Kissing Emma was already his new favorite pastime. But when her hands slipped down his naked back to pull his hips firmly into hers, all thoughts of chaste kisses and tender embraces flew from Killian's mind, as his brain began screaming at him to take her - Now!
Killian rolled them gently until Emma found herself straddling his hips before bringing his hands up to tease under the hem of her tank top, just above the waistband of her leggings. Her skin was so soft and smooth against his fingers, and Killian couldn't wait to find out if the rest of her felt the same way.
Emma pushed down into his touch, opening herself up for his exploration as she began rocking into the hardness pressing against the fly of his jeans. Killian took his time mapping each new inch of skin revealed to him as he slowly slid his hands up her back, dragging her top up with them. He had always known that his friend worked out, but feeling the tautness of her muscles moving under his fingertips was something else.
How could someone be so soft and so firm all at once?
When his fingers finally reached the underside of her breasts and found nothing but bare skin there, Killian couldn't have stopped the groan that built in the back of his throat.
Of course she wasn't wearing a bra.
Emma sat back just far enough for him to pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the ground somewhere behind them before she surged forward to capture his lips with hers again. Now that she was finally kissing him, she didn't ever want to stop.
"I love you," Killian mumbled against her skin, as he pulled away to begin pressing wet kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. "I love you so much, Emma"
"I love you too," she gasped out.
Killian caught her off guard once more when he rolled them both again so that she was pinned to the bed beneath their writhing bodies. He continued pressing kisses all over her bare skin as he used his lips to map the freckles and marks down her arms. Emma wasn't sure anyone had ever been so single-minded in their determination to show her just how much she was loved. And the tenderness of his actions had her blinking back the moisture that had gathered in her eyes.
"Is everything okay, Love?" he asked, kissing away one of the tears that managed to break free.
"Yeah. I just… I love you, Killian. I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered back, pushing himself up onto his hands to bring their lips together once more. He wanted to show her just how true those words were. And he needed her to know that what he felt for her was real.
This time, as Killian made his way down her body he gently worked her leggings over her hips before giving Emma the space she needed to kick them off. He pressed kisses to the skin of her thighs, worshipping them the same way he'd worshipped the rest of her body, as he kept his movements sweet and unhurried. He needed his actions to convey everything inside of him that he couldn't possibly put into words.
Every touch of his lips sent small thrills shooting through Emma's body until she was almost crazy with her need for him. "Killian, please," she begged.
"What do you need, Emma?"
"You," she panted out. "Just you. It's always been you."
Killian's eyes fell closed as a wave of emotion crashed down over him, threatening to drown him under the love that he felt from her at that moment.
How could someone as good and pure as Emma love someone as flawed as he was?
She seemed to sense that he needed something to bring her back to him at that moment, as she shimmied down the bed a little to press her own kisses over his arms and chest. Between each brush of her lips to his skin, she whispered words of love. Emma told him how long she'd waited for him, and how beautiful he was to her until they were both aching with their need for each other.
Killian thought he knew how their time together would play out. Every time he'd dreamed of this moment, he'd always taken his time. He'd always made it about Emma, making sure that she knew just how loved she was before he even thought about seeking his own pleasure. But as she worked the button on his jeans and helped him kick them down and off, he knew that wasn't how things were going to happen for them that day.
There would be plenty of time in their future for him to make their encounters about Emma. There would be plenty of time for him to draw as much pleasure from her body as he possibly could before he took his own. But that afternoon, for their first time together, Killian knew that it needed to be about both of them, not just one of them.
When he finally pushed his way inside of her, Emma's eyes fluttered closed as a soft sigh fell from her lips. He reached out for her right hand to link their fingers together and brought it up to rest beside Emma's head on the pillow. Killian needed to be connected to her in as many ways as he could at that moment, so he waited until her eyes opened again and met his own before he started to move.
"God, you feel amazing," he told her, as he fought down the urge inside of himself screaming that he should just close his eyes and savor every moment. Instead, he kept his gaze locked on Emma's face, watching as each of his movements caused another wave of pleasure to wash over her face.
"You're so beautiful, Emma. I love you."
"I love you too," she gasped out, as her eyes fluttered shut once more.
Emma wasn't sure if it was because of how long it had been since she'd last had sex with another man, or if it was because this was Killian, but every move he made filled her with a kind of pleasure that was simply indescribable. She knew that he'd ruined her now for anyone else, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.
Killian reached down and wrapped his free hand around her thigh, tugging it up and over his hip so that he could slip a little deeper inside of her. Emma gasped in surprise at the way it magnified those incredible sensations that were already flooding her system with every move he made.
"Killian, you…" She wasn't even sure how to finish that sentence. There was so much she wanted to tell him, and yet, nothing seemed to fit the moment.
"I know," he whispered, as he bent forward to brush his lips softly over hers. "I know, Emma."
"Oh God, please… don't stop."
"Never. I'm never letting you go again," he promised. "I love you, Emma."
Killian's fingers ran softly over her thigh, drawing nonsensical patterns into the skin there before he moved them in to tease over the soft flesh just above where they were joined. He'd been waiting so long for this moment to be with Emma, and the last thing he wanted was for it to end in disappointment for her.
"Oh… yes," she bit out, throwing her head into the pillow as she arched her back away from the mattress. It was one of the most stunningly erotic displays of Killian's lifetime, and he knew from that moment on he'd make it his mission to pull that reaction from her as often as he possibly could.
Her hips were undulating into his, seeking as much friction as she could get to help break that tension currently building inside of her. Mercifully, it didn't take long to finally snap, leaving Emma feeling like she was in free-fall as Killian gently eased her body back down to earth. His own release followed soon after, leaving him momentarily blinded by the sheer weight of the emotions it buried him under.
When Emma finally came back to herself she was curled into Killian's chest, running her fingers idly across the hair scattered over his chest, as he ran his own through the blonde waves spilling down her back. She took a moment just to let her new reality sink in before leaning forward to press a kiss to the space where his heart was still racing. Killian's fingers slipped under her chin to tilt her face up and he brushed one final kiss to her lips before he pulled back and settled them both down a little more comfortably.
Emma opened her mouth to say something to him… anything that would convey just how much their afternoon spent together, in each other's arms, had meant to her. But instead, what came out was, "So… that finally happened."
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