A/N: AU where Emma and Killian know each other through friends and have for some time. Killian calls Emma one night after drinks with Robin and Dave but, being a little drunk, he can't remember what he said the next day. All he knows is that Emma is coming over to talk about it. Was it good? Was it bad? (of course not, I'm writing this, so it's a bunch of fluff). A basic fic predicated on a bit of miscommunication, and Captain Swan smuff for days. Based on the song 'What the Hell Did I Say' by Dierks Bentley.
Fuck that light is bright. Waking up after a night of drinking with Dave and Robin meant that Killian was a little worse for ware. In fact, his struggle this morning was so real, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Surely at this point in his life he should know his limits, yet here he was.
After a moment, he realized that it wasn't the light that had woken him; it was the ringing of his cell phone. He grabbed it off the nightstand beside him and answered.
"Hello?" The words were thick with sleep and etched with some pain, and just hearing the tone hurt his head. He pressed his other hand to his temple as if the will away the tension there.
"Killian, it's me." Emma was calling him? Whatever for. Not that he didn't want her to, God quite the opposite actually. He'd been in love with her since meeting her nearly a year ago, after all, but still she had no idea as far as he knew. Which in itself was a not so small miracle for certainly every other person of his acquaintance did.
"Emma, love, is everything all right?" He heard her laughing through the receiver, and all his lingering feelings of being hung over dissolved away. One second he was in pain, the next it was gone.
"Look, I know that when you called me, you were drinking…" Oh bloody hell he hadn't called her! Only he must have because she was calling him. "But I loved every single word you left on my phone."
"You did, love?" She made an approving sound that had his whole body surging with lust in a way that he couldn't fight off even if he wished.
"I know you're probably hung over, but could I come over and we could talk, just get everything out there?" Killian had no idea what to say, but he heard himself agreeing despite his hesitating mind.
"Yes, love. Just, give me thirty minutes." She agreed and when he hung up he let out a string of curses the likes of which his neighbors had probably never heard. Hurrying beyond any ability he ever should have been able to muster, Killian showered and changed and tidied the place up a bit, just in time to hear Emma's knock sound in thirty minutes time. The few steps to the door felt like their own tiny eternity, but when the door was opened, all thoughts of fear fled once more.
"Swan." She smiled at the way he said her name, which he had to take as a good sign, for he'd said it with so much raw emotion and yearning that he should be embarrassed. Her smile eventually turned into a laugh though and a hand moved to her hip.
"Are you going to invite me in?"
"Oh, of course love, yes, come in." There were no words for his mortification at this point, but he only had one choice really, face the music of whatever the hell he had said and either own up to it or live it down. "Can I get you anything?" She shook her head and looked as if she might reach out for him, but then checked the impulse. Instead she pulled out her phone and drew up her voicemails.
"I'm not stupid enough to think you remember what you said last night, so instead of engaging in some kind of dance where you speculate and I drop hints, here, listen." She put the message on speaker and through the clamor of the bar in the background, Killian's voice sounded.
"Swan, it's Killian. I know it's probably terribly inappropriate for me to call you like this, but rest assured I've never done anything of this nature in my entire life. What did you call it again mate?" In the background David's voice could be heard saying 'drunk dialing.' And Killian physically groaned at the realization that it was Dave who had put him up to this. His friend had been trying to get him to man up for sometime.
"Right, either way, something's occurred to me tonight, Emma. I could spend my whole life wondering what could be, or I could be the kind of man willing to fight for what he wants. I love you, Emma Swan. I think I always have. I love the gold in your hair, and the green of your eyes. I love that nearly always when you smile, it's the product of some poor ass making a fool of themselves. I love that you've lived in this city for years, but when you walk through it, you're still the tourist, admiring everything for what it is and what it could be. I love- " Killian took the phone from Emma and paused it. Emma looked confused, and then a little hurt but Killian moved closer taking her hand in his.
"Emma, we need not listen to the rest of it, for now I know I made professions of why I love you, and I could do that fairly well myself." Emma's cheeks flushed red and Killian tracked the way her mouth parted slightly, her breathing getting a bit more labored.
"So what else do you think you said?" It was invitation enough for Killian, and he laid it all out for her.
"I love the way you never back down from something or someone you believe in. You are stronger than anyone I know, but you also have a compassion swirling in you that manifests in the most magnificent ways. You're loyal, and brilliant, and funny. You're easily the most beautiful woman who has ever lived, and further, you're you. I am a fan of every part of you, and I feel I likely mentioned it on that message, for it's an inescapable fact."
Killian wasn't sure what he expected from Emma in that moment, but it was not for her to close the space between them and kiss him with more passion than he'd ever experienced. The kiss wasn't slow, but demanding and filled with yearning, as if the two of them had been building up to an amazing display of love all this time, and were just finally making good. When they finally pulled back, Killian spoke softly.
"So, does that line up with the words you loved?" She shook her head.
"No, they were better. And for the record, I love you too." The raw rush of pride and wonder that stole through Killian at her words could not be suppressed and he held Emma tight around the waist, looking into her green eyes with feeling.
"Much as I love to hear those words, love, we should probably take leave of my apartment, for I have certain ideas of how I'd like to court you and staying here is rather dangerous to that vision." To his surprise, Emma pulled out of his arms, taking a step back and stripped off her jacket slowly. All the while she just shook her head.
"Well I have certain fantasies that are demanding we make good on them right now. We've been dancing around each other for a year now, I frankly don't think I can wait anymore." Killian watched as Emma went to unbutton her blouse and exposed more and more of her creamy flesh. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to understand how his life had gotten to this point, but completely entranced with the sight before him until a bit of Emma's laughter cut through the fog in his mind.
"You know, when I thought about this, it definitely wasn't a one person show. In fact, you typically get pretty rough trying to get me out of these clothes." Killian groaned out loud, but as if by some force more powerful than his will, he was pulled to Emma and did just that, freeing her from the confines of her shirt, and then her jeans.
"Bloody hell, Swan, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." He ran his hands along her skin, transfixed, while Emma broke out into a grin as if knowing exactly how much power she had over him. Shea moved a hand across the smooth cotton of his shirt in a soft caress.
"Lose the shirt, Jones." He practically ripped it off his person over his head as she brought her hands to the button of his jeans, and decided to torment him with her touch. Uninterested in teasing, when she'd already pushed him to such a state of need, Killian surprised her, pulling Emma up into his arms before she could push his jeans down and bringing her in her bedroom.
"I rather think we'd like a bed this first time, love, since we've both had so many thoughts about how this should go." When Emma was laying out for him amongst his sheets, the most base of instincts took over. All he could think was that he had to make this ethereal beauty his. She was goodness and light and salvation and damn if he wasn't going to show her that he was the man to make her happy and safe and wanted all her life.
"If we're going to make all those dreams come true, we should probably take the week off. Mine can get a bit… creative." Despite her sensual professions, Killian could tell that Emma was lacking some of the control she appeared to possess. He moved his hand across her skin, making his way to the front clasp of her bra and he watched her shiver as a flush broke out along her whole body. She was humming with the same energy that was holding on to him, and that made him smile.
"I so look forward to hearing more about those love." Nothing could compare to this moment, of that Killian was sure, for the anticipation of more than a years knowing each other and wanting each other was coming to head. Taking her now exposed breast in hand, Killian made mental notes of every sound and every motion that Emma made. He was studying up on what she liked and what she wanted, absolutely determined to numb her mind with pleasure and have her as addicted to his touch as he was to hers. Where her hands moved through the hair on his chest and then down lower, Killian felt flashes of pure pleasure.
"If you're dead set on continuing to tease me, know that's a two way street." Emma ground out as Killian rolled her nipple with his fingers. The responding groan she made when he took the other in his mouth was music to Killian's ears. She squirmed underneath him, arching for more while also seeming to need something else entirely but she wasn't asking, so Killian kept at his intent of driving her crazy. Killian found a most serene sense of peace that was infused with his hunger and impatience. It was such a tumultuous state to find oneself in, but quickly was becoming his favorite feeling.
"That's rather an empty threat, love, for I'm assuming teasing still involves your hands on me, and that's all I could ever want." Bringing his mouth back up to her lips, Killian captured any more words she was about to let go as his hand trailed to the waiting heat between her legs. When his fingers slipped passed her panties, and his thumb made a swirl against her clit, Emma moaned through the kiss, and her hands tightened around the muscles of his arms. Wanting more of such responses, Killian inserted one and then another finger into her sex while continuing his attentions to her needy bud and Emma pulled away from the kiss trying to catch her breath. He took the opportunity to kiss at her neck and to find the spot just above her pulse that drove her crazy when he licked and then nipped at it.
"Fuck, Killian, please! I need more."
"As you wish, love." He gave her exactly what she needed, with the right rhythm and stimulation to send her spiraling over into a first climax, that left her not nearly sated, but beautifully panting under him. Using her orgasm to his advantage, Killian kissed down her body so that he could have a taste of the woman who'd been his light and his tormentor for so long. Many a sleepless night had come and gone where he'd thought about nothing but making her come, and wondered what her arousal would taste like on his tongue. Now he was finding out, and thoroughly delighted with the physical result.
"Oh my God, of course you're good at this!" Her comment was almost accusatory, but the inflection of her tone, higher and a little sharper than normal only cemented what Killian already knew – Emma Swan was definitely interested in his mouth taking her. Pulling back he breathed against her and smiled before getting his two cents in.
"Did you ever have any doubts that I would be?" Emma shook her head, and whether she meant to or not she arched back up as if imploring him to return to his ministrations on her sex. He happily complied and listened as the vision of loveliness who held his heart cursed like a bloody sailor about how much she loved this. Soon enough, she was tumbling over the edge and only then did Killian move away, filled with satisfaction and seriously turned on.
"That was…" Emma was struggling to find the words and Killian smiled, placing a soft kiss to her lips and feeling her sudden awareness at the taste of her on his tongue.
"It was bloody brilliant, and will be repeated often." Her green eyes went wide and in them, Killian saw his entire future. Her passion and desire were right there at the surface.
"I love you. I know I already said it, but it bears repeating."
"As I love you, Emma." Suddenly, the moment was broken though as Emma took advantage of the calm between them to flip their positions so she was now straddling over him. Killian was surprised but not disappointed with her maneuver.
"But I also meant what I said before, this relationship is going to be a two way street, so what you give, you also get." Killian was already hard as could be, but the promise and innuendo in her words had him pulsing with adrenaline and his cock growing even more rigid. With a soft caress turned firm hold, she took his cock in hand and pumped him, just trying to manage the same perusal that he had with her. When he groaned about how good it felt she tilted her head, and smiled as if she was thrilled to learn what he liked. Kissing his lips and then moving away down his neck and chest and lower, Emma made some more observations.
"For the record, you far exceeded my dreamed up expectations in every regard." She looked at his cock with a hunger and mirth in her eyes just as she took him in her mouth setting him on fire, and he was helpless against the onslaught of pleasure that came as she worked him. He was very nearly gone, close to falling over the edge when he implored her to stop. She did, looking a little confused and Killian pulled her up closer to him.
"This first time, love, I need to be inside you. I need to be with you." She smiled and kissed him lightly before pulling away to rock his world again.
"I'm on the pill, and I've never had sex without a condom. But I trust you, and I want this, if you do." The uncertainty in her voice, prompted him to reach up and run his thumb against her cheek.
"I haven't been with anyone since meeting you love, and this will be a first for both of us." His confession had the uncertainty fading from her person, and again there was he self-assured siren, lining herself up over him before sinking down on him, inch by glorious inch.
It was an inescapable fact that they fit together perfectly and in all his life, Killian had never experienced something so monumentally fantastic as this. When it was coupled with Emma's nails grazing against his skin trying to gain purchase as she lifted up and down, and her happy little sighs of pleasure, Killian had no choice but to totally give over to the sensations of the love they made together. Soon enough, after chasing the release both of them still wanted, they managed to crash into a euphoric bliss and then lay together spent on the bed.
"I'm really glad you got hammered last night." Killian chuckled at that, as he pushed a strand of her golden hair out of her face.
"Is that so, love?" She nodded and moved closer to his chest.
"Yup, because it led to another good hammering this morning." There was no possible response to that other than a bellowing laugh that had Emma giggling to her own terribly cheesy joke. "Too much?" She asked and he shook his head.
"Never. It's just proof that you were made for me, corny lines and all." She smirked and he could feel the upturn of her lips against his neck.
"I learned from a real master." The way her words vibrated against his skin had Killian growing hard once more and sparked an idea.
"I have some more lessons if you're interested, Swan. They're of a more… salacious variety." Emma's only response was to nip at the same point on his neck that he'd fixated on hers and that was all the reply he needed to give her exactly the instruction he'd hinted at.
A few months later, resolute in the fact that he loved Emma more than anything, Killian left her another voicemail, this one not hindered with excessive drunkenness, but still possessing an important message. In it, he told Emma how much he wanted to marry her, and how she was the best part of his world. Unsurprisingly, she loved those words just as much as she'd love his first ones, and her answer was a resounding, heart-felt yes.
…..
Woke up this morning with my cellphone ringing
She said, "I know that when you called me, you were drinking
But I loved every single word you left on my phone
And I know you're hungover but I'm coming on over" What the hell did I say when I called last night Last thing I remember, I was thinking I'd call her up What the hell did I say when I called last night Did I say we'd go shopping? That I'd Louis Vuitton her? What the hell did I say when I called last night What the hell did I say?
Did I say we'd go shopping? That I'd Louis Vuitton her?
That I'd Rodeo Drive her? Slide a Tiffany diamond on her?
Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that the liked
What the hell did I say? Gotta dial it up again
I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at 3 am
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
And put her on speaker while the whole bar sang Free Bird
Had that phone in my hand when I ran into trouble
My friend coming over with a couple of doubles
Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that the liked
What the hell did I say? Gotta dial it up again
I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at 3 am
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
That I'd Rodeo Drive her? Slide a Tiffany diamond on her?
Did I tell her she could move in and we'd fly out to Vegas
Champagne all the way and we'd get married by Elvis
Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that the liked
What the hell did I say? Gotta dial it up again
I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at 3 am
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
What the hell did I say?
Post-Note: Just a light, airy smutty little fic today for finale night. I am hoping it goes well, despite the crazy promos, but either way I am going to continue on the fluff train, probably forever. Hope that you all have enjoyed your weekend, and that we all survive tonight, and as always, thanks so much for reading! Don't forget, I am always accepting prompts for songs to include in the mixtape and in my other stories so keep them coming!
