Author's note: Pancakes! Pancakes! Wasn't that an amazing scene?! Anyway, to celebrate, I bring you a little post 6.18 smutlet. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope.
Interruptions
Emma shut the door behind her, momentarily leaning against it. The day started so…well, innocently is definitely not the right word, but happy? She'd been so happy, still was happy. But after what she'd seen Zelena give up, happiness wasn't at the top of her list of emotions. Mostly, she was just tired.
Forcing herself to move, she pushed off the door and shrugged out of her coat, hanging it next to Killian's. A small smile quirked at the corner of her lips; somehow just thinking about him could improve her mood. Speaking of her fiancé (and holy shit, how incredible was that to think about? She, Emma Swan, was getting married!), where was he?
"Killian?"
He wasn't in the kitchen. He wasn't waiting for her on the couch. The lights going back toward the shed were all off. Maybe he was upstairs? Emma only paused long enough to unzip her boots, kicking them over by the door. No doubt her fastidious pirate would pick up after her later. She didn't think of herself as an untidy person, but that was before she started living with Killian Jones. She didn't know if it was his days in the Navy or what, but he was…aggressively neat. There had been a few bumps in the road the first week or so after he moved in; both she and Henry got a tad short with him. One day she came home to him scrubbing out their bathroom. He was literally on his knees scrubbing, whistling an old sea shanty and all she'd wanted was a hot bath and…she might have said some hurtful things. She wasn't proud of it. The way he curled in on himself, blue eyes hurt and apologetic, broke her heart. He'd left without a word, brushing past her. He didn't even get to the upstairs landing before she went after him, apologizing profusely.
Later, they found a much better use for the tub.
"Killian?"
The door to their bedroom was ajar; if Henry had been home it would be closed. They'd avoided any embarrassing run ins so far, but with a teenage boy living in the house, they couldn't be too careful. It was one thing for her mother to walk in on them (which Emma was sure wouldn't happen again, since she'd had a talk with her mom about boundaries). She didn't want to scar her kid for life or anything.
It quickly became apparent why he hadn't answered; there was water running. Another shower? Well, she said shower. That morning was more like a quickie before they'd met her parents for wedding planning. She'd caught him in the middle of jacking off, clearly frustrated by her mother's interruption. Emma simply untied her robe and let the silk slip from her body before joining him. His growl of surprise and want did funny things to her, as he pinned her to the slick tile and devoured her lips, even as Emma lifted her leg to rest on the ledge. They picked up almost exactly where they'd left off in the kitchen, Killian quickly filling her, both of them lost in the bliss of being one.
Should she give him a repeat performance?
Before she could give it too much thought, the water shut off. Sighing heavily, Emma went to find some pajamas. She could shower in the morning.
"I didn't know you were home, love."
"Did you get wedding debris on you or are just really addicted to hot showers in this realm?"
He chuckled, drawing Emma's eyes to his nearly nude form. Christ, he stood there in naught but a towel. A towel slung very low on his hips, hair still dripping wet. "While the running water is most assuredly a perk of this realm, I'd say I'm addicted to something else."
"Rum?"
He cocked a brow, swagger rolling off him in waves as he closed the small distance between them. Her pulse fluttered as his arms slipped around her waist. The memory of the morning hit her like a tidal wave; want flooded her. "Something even more potent, Swan." His nose sank into her hair, inhaling her scent.
Emma bit her lip, all too willing to allow him to work his magic on her. She didn't know if this was just how they were together or if this was the honeymoon phase or what, but she wasn't about to squander it. "There's…something more potent than rum?"
"Indeed." He pulled her hair away from her neck, ducking to press lips to her skin. She didn't even try to disguise her moan; he wasn't the only one frustrated they'd been interrupted. She thoroughly enjoyed everything they did together; damn it, she just wanted to enjoy some quiet time with her pirate. Hadn't they earned that?
Killian smiled against her skin as she responded, leaning against his chest, droplets of water wetting her shirt. He kept up his gentle assault on her delicate pale throat, his hand sliding up under her shirt. "You always smell so good."
"You…you were the one in the shower?"
"Aye, but you…" He nipped at her throat, nosing the collar of her shirt lower. "It's like sunshine."
"Sunshine doesn't smell."
"Sunflowers then." He coaxed her around, pressing her against the dresser, mouth hot on hers. Emma felt her knees weaken immediately, fingers scrabbling against his chest for balance. He pinned her to the heavy furniture with his hips, cock swelling between them. "Missed you."
Emma nodded, pushing back, his body calling to hers. She touched him everywhere, tracing every hard muscle, carding fingers through his hair. "Again?" she whispered, smiling against his lips.
"Gods yes." He hauled her against him, hand and forearm sliding under her thighs. Emma squealed and hopped up, tongue battling his as he carried her to bed. The towel fell away, but she didn't have time to think about it as he covered her clothed body with his. "My lovely Swan."
Emma shivered, arching under him. "Too many clothes."
"Patience." He ground against the seam of her jeans, the material rough on his skin. It was his turn to shudder, his hand sliding up under her shirt. "I want to enjoy this."
Emma whined but didn't argue. It was only fair after their day. Her breath came in harsh pants as he pushed the blouse up over her head, her body writhing. The shirt went flying, her lover's mouth on her trembling belly, wet open mouthed kisses that left her blood on fire and her heart racing. "Killian…Jesus."
He was still fuzzy on who this Jesus fellow was, but he knew an epithet when he heard one. Impatient, she flicked open the front of her bra, moaning loudly as he took the hint and suckled her. Wave after wave of lust built in her core, soaking her panties. No matter how often they had sex it was never the same, but it was always intense. She just felt this connection to him, unlike anything she'd ever felt. Was this what True Love felt like? Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined anything like this.
He felt her arch under him, hips grinding against his, his little wildcat. Unfortunately for her, he enjoyed teasing her far too much. He switched his attentions to her other breast, trapping her hard nipple between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue. She grabbed fists full of wet hair, tugging sharply, a hiss of pleasure on her lips. "Tease," she complained, even as she reveled in the heat flooding her core.
"You love it." He rolled off her, settling on his side, grinning as she whined. But he captured her lips in a heated kiss, his hand making quick work of her fly and diving in to stroke her through her panties. "Hmm, so wet for me, Swan."
Emma pressed her palms to the bed, desperate to find the leverage to buck against his hand. She needed friction, flesh on flesh, his thick cock stretching her. Damn him for making her wait! "Killian…"
He kissed her cheek, her lips, her nose. "Love the way my name sounds on your lips." Tugging the cotton aside, he pressed the tip of his finger inside her. "We're taking your mother's key."
"Ugh…huh?" She was so lost in pleasure, his words not really registering.
"I said, we're taking your mother's key." Two fingers penetrated her, Emma hastily shoved her jeans over her hips, trying to kick them off.
"Why?"
"Because I need to have you on every surface of this house. Bent over the couch. Against the front door. Riding me on that bloody table." Every scenario was accompanied by a hard thrust of his hand, even as she got wetter. She mewled, rocking against him, chasing her high.
"More," she pleaded, dragging his lips to hers. "Fuck."
"Imagine us in that chair by the window, late at night. Looking through that wonderful telescope as you sit in my lap, my cock deep inside you as you try to keep quiet."
Emma's breathing hitched, the picture he painted making her crazy. This kind of intimacy was so foreign to her before she met him; she was a one and done kind of girl. But now there was nothing they couldn't do together. She wanted it, she wanted everything. "Oh my god."
"Or perhaps your desk at the station?" He grinned. "No, the cell. The two of us 'accidentally' locked inside…whatever would we do with ourselves, Swan?"
"There's a cot."
Her words were so soft and breathy, he nearly missed them. "How's that?"
"I said…there's a cot. In the…shit, cell." He kept her hovering on the edge of completion, her whole body trembling. "Please, Killian!"
"Hmm, given this some thought, have you?"
Her cheeks burned but she nodded. "Maybe."
"One day very soon you're going to share these little fantasies with me, my love."
Her head thrashed, the need to come overwhelming. "Killian!"
He gave her a smirk and slid down her body. She nearly kicked him, desperate for release, frustrated when his hand left her. He yanked her pants the rest of the way off, tossing them to the floor and pressing her legs wide in one fluid motion. She cried out as he licked her, his warm talented tongue heaven on her overstimulated flesh. At first, she thought he was crazy, so dedicated to her pleasure before his own; she was used to men who just wanted to get to the main event. Which used to be okay with her. Killian, on the other hand, was old fashioned, eager to find every way he could make her gasp or scream or fall apart. He absolutely loved going down on her and she was so, so lucky.
Her natural scent mixed with the heady scent of arousal and Killian was addicted. Early in their relationship he been shocked by this realm's grooming standards, his Swan entirely bare between her thighs. But he quickly saw the appeal. Jokingly, he'd once suggested he try something like it and his princess shot that down in an instant. She liked him just the way he was.
She had him by the hair again, holding him against her, the pressure near the breaking point. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she chanted softly, unable to keep still, riding his face. "Fuck."
Killian sucked hard on her clit, the intense pleasure finally pushing her over the edge. She arched, back bowing against the bed, thick digits pumping in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, the things he could make her feel unreal.
He adored watching her climax, the flush of her pale skin, the way her eyes squeezed shut, the O on her kiss swollen lips. She was exquisite. Even more important, this beautiful amazing woman wanted to spend her life with him. He tenderly kissed her hip as she came down, panting, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He needed her badly, but he could be patient. He lay beside her, fingers entwined with hers until she came back to herself.
There was a bug under her skin, some indefinable something. She could feel her lover beside her, waiting so patiently, ever the gentleman. For all their passion, he was still a little afraid to let his inner pirate come out to play. Didn't he know she loved all of him? That she (and she could admit this now) had wanted him, even then? When he was dark and filled with revenge? A lazy smile curved her lips as she rolled over into his arms. "Hey there, sailor."
"Happy?"
"Yeah." She kissed him, her hand sliding over his broad hairy chest. As they made out, she slithered on top of him, reawakening his cock. "Hmm, there's my big boy."
He made a face. "I am hardly a boy, Swan."
"Oh, I know." She wriggled, her still damp flesh rolling over his shaft. "And I'm nowhere near through with you."
"Is that a promise?"
"Always." She found his hand, threading their fingers. "How do you want me?"
"As we were rudely interrupted, lady's choice."
"Liked that, huh?" She pushed up, settling on his thighs. Killian cocked a brow at her and Emma just smiled. She ran her hands down his chest and abs, admiring his wiry strength. Not too buff, just perfectly toned from long years at sea and months of chasing monsters with her. This morning, she'd been robbed of her prize; both hands curled around his generous length, stroking him slowly, just the way he liked.
"Bloody hell, Swan."
"I had all sorts of things I wanted to do to you," she confided. "Still do."
Killian wet his lips, nodding hard. "Anything you want, darling."
"Carte blanche from the pirate? You're not going soft on me, are you?"
He bucked into her hand. "Does it bloody feel like I am?"
She grinned, abandoning his cock to bend over him, lips next to his ear. "Good. Because one day very soon," she whispered, echoing his words to her, "I want Captain Hook to come out to play."
Killian groaned, surprised but very turned on. She was fearless, his Swan. She kissed him hard, stealing his breath, leaving him distracted as she moved once more. She was straddling his hips once more, facing away from him, her lovely arse on display. He watched as she grasped his cock and ran the tip through her slit, teasing them both. "Emma…fuck me, lass. Gods, I need to feel you."
She nodded, lining him up and lowering her hips, slowly taking him inside her. They groaned in unison, Emma sinking down until he was fully sheathed in her tight heat. He felt so good inside her, she wanted to cry out in joy. She would never tire of being with him; they just fit. Bracing her hands between his legs, she flexed her hips slowly, riding him in short waves, relishing every smack of skin.
"That's it, love. Ride me. So good." He smoothed his hand over her ass, sometimes squeezing, mostly holding her steady. He couldn't tear his eyes away from where they were joined, his cock glistening with her arousal.
The angle soon had her seeing stars, her rhythm beginning to falter. "Fuck, fuck," she gasped, hips smacking hard against his. "Oh my god."
Killian felt her trembling, her thighs shaking, the tell tale signs of her impending orgasm. He licked the pad of his thumb, pressing it to her puckered hole, massaging her. "Come for me, lass. Let me feel you."
The added stimulation was too much, she couldn't hold on, colors bursting across her vision. Killian hissed as she fluttered around him, her walls tight on his cock. He couldn't get enough of being inside her all too willing body. He used what little leverage he possessed to follow her, her name on his lips as he climaxed, thick jets of his seed coating her quivering walls.
They lay there panting, exhausted, skin tingling. Emma, impossibly, stirred first, her legs starting to cramp. She rolled off him, only for him to gather her in his arms and lay her down beside him head on a pillow. She didn't want the pillow though, she wanted him. The moment he settled, she rested her head on his chest, leg thrown over his. She listened to the slowing thump of his heart, taking comfort from it. She'd nearly lost him again. For the what? Fifth time? Sixth? She'd lost count. But it was getting really annoying.
Killian gently kissed the crown of her head, fingers combing through her golden locks. "Alright, Swan?"
"Hmm, yeah."
"Should we get you cleaned up?"
"I don't wanna move."
"Would you allow me then?"
"Okay." It was something else she found endearing about him, his desire to take care of her. Once, she would have bristled, been out of the bed and yanking on her clothes, but she'd never felt that way with Killian. Instead, she felt safe.
He padded to the bathroom, fetching a damp cloth. He considered it a point of pride that he could love her into exhaustion, although some of that was surely the stress of the day. Once he was finished, he rejoined her, smiling as she snuggled beside him. "It's okay to sleep, lass. I'm right here."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, although to be fair, you were only gone for an hour or so."
"That's not what I meant." In the flush of his return and their re-engagement, they hadn't talked, not really. But knowing the Black Fairy was planning something made her reflective. She had so many things she wanted to say to him; words were never her strong suit.
He tightened his grip on her hip. "Swan…"
She laid her left hand over his heart, her ring sparking in the light. "I owe you an apology, Killian."
"Whatever for, love? I was the one who didn't have faith in us. I am so sorry for that."
She swallowed, her happy mood of a few moments ago muted. She knew Killian loved her despite her flaws, even because of them, but that didn't mean that everything that happened was his fault. "When I…when I found the ring, I was so excited. And happy. For the first time ever, the future didn't scare me."
"Oh Emma…"
"Just let me finish. You came home, drunker than I've ever seen you and I blew it. You were hurting and I completely missed it. Me being happy blinded me and I am so sorry, Killian. You are always there for me, even when I think I don't want you to be. I ruined what should have been the happiest moment of our lives and I'm sorry."
"You didn't ruin anything, Swan. I was the one who took the coward's way out. The fact that I even contemplated leaving you, even for a little while, guts me."
"But you changed your mind."
"I did, but…"
"No, what happened with Gideon isn't your fault. And I should have realized that. I think I did, deep down. I think I always knew you wouldn't leave on purpose, but I just jumped to conclusions, almost like I wanted to revel in pain. It's what I'm used to."
"Emma, I fought to get back to you every moment I was gone."
"I know. I heard your message. I just hate that I needed that to fight for you." A tear slipped down her cheek. "I didn't have faith in us either."
"Hush, now. I didn't give you any reason…"
"But you did. You've given me every reason since the day we met."
"Which time?"
His teasing tone finally got her to smile. "Every time." She raised her head and pressed her lips to his. "Do you still want to marry me?"
"It's all I've ever wanted, Swan. Even when I was certain you would never have me."
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm kinda stubborn."
He smiled. "It's one of the things I love about you."
"I love you. I know I don't say it enough and this is about the worst time to get married…but I want to be your wife. I want a future with you, Killian Jones."
"And I with you, Emma Swan." Somehow he'd find a way to give her the perfect wedding. Then they'd find a way to get their happily ever after. Evil fairies be damned. He wasn't giving her up. No one deserved happiness more than his Swan.
