"So, what did you think?" Emma asked, as Killian unlocked the front door to their home, and pushed it open for his wife to enter through. Truth be told, she already knew the answer to her question. During the second half of the performance, Emma had spent more time watching her husband get swept up in the romance and seduction of the piece, than she had watching the show itself.
"Do I lose manly points if I admit I enjoyed it?" he inquired, with humour dancing behind his eyes.
"Not at all. It's a beautiful art, and I'm so glad you appreciated that." She spun on her heels to press a kiss to her husband's lips. A kiss that lingered longer than she had intended it to, as she felt his arms wrap around her waist to pull her in a little closer.
The two of them hadn't been intimate with each other since Anton had brought those images to their attention. At the start of the week, Emma had been far too wrapped-up in her own thoughts to have even considered the idea of it. As the week had progressed, her husband had been far too exhausted from work for the two of them to share anything more than a few kisses.
But as Killian's tongue flicked out teasingly against her lower lip, Emma found that passion inside of her once more, burning hot and bright for the man she loved.
"Upstairs," she panted, breaking away from his kisses just long enough to squeeze the word out, before she tugged his lips back down to hers.
"You know you actually have to stop kissing me to make that happen, right?" he asked a few moments later, as he wrenched his lips away from her own. But Killian seemed to dislike that plan just as much as she did.
When his back hit the corner of a doorframe painfully he finally pulled back with a grunt, bending down to sweep his giggling wife up into his arms, as he took the stairs two at a time to get to their bedroom.
Emma somehow had his shirt fully-unbuttoned and untucked from his trousers, by the time Killian dropped her down to her feet. He pulled back just long enough to help his wife slide the jacket and shirt from his shoulders, before he reached for her again.
His hands were on her in an instant, curling around Emma's waist as he pulled her lips back to his, to show his wife just how much he'd missed this side of their relationship. But Killian found himself pulling away with a huff once more, when he couldn't find the zip at the back of her gown.
"It's on the side," Emma giggled, as she reached up to pull it down herself.
"You know, if I were a lesser man, I'd be offended by all the laughing you're doing as I'm trying to seduce you," he teased.
"You love it."
"Yeah. I do," he told her seriously.
Killian hadn't realised until he'd met Emma just how comforting it was to have a partner he could laugh with, at any moment in time. Her giggles didn't fill him with fear and awkwardness, as those of some of his previous partners had. Instead, that beautiful sound filled him with the kind of reassuring ease that could only come from knowing and loving a person so intimately.
"I love you, Mrs. Jones."
"I love you too, Mr. Jones," she relied, as she slipped her arms out of her dress to let the fabric pool around her ankles. "But you're overdressed for what I have mind in this evening."
"We can't have that now, can we?" Killian asked, as he reached down to open his belt, while his wife carefully unbuckled her shoes and slipped each one off.
Emma took a moment to appreciate the sight of her husband slowly and seductively wiggling out of the rest of his clothing, before she crawled up onto their bed to wait for him to join her.
Before he did, Killian detoured over to the windows to check that the curtains were fully closed, and then claimed his rightful place beside his beautiful wife. He wasted no time at all pulling her into his arms, to shower her with kisses once more.
Killian would have happily spent all night kissing Emma, if that had been all she wanted to do with their time. But her wandering hands made it clear that she was ready for more.
When they came together that evening, it was with soft and unhurried touches. They whispered declarations of love between gasps of pleasure, and promises of more, before finally tumbling one after the other, as they held their partner close.
While Emma took a moment to drift back down to reality, Killian slipped from their bed to fetch a damp cloth. He gently cleaned up the mess on his wife's thighs, before he slid back in beside her and gathered Emma into his arms.
"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, as she brushed her fingers through the hair on his chest.
Killian hummed his confusion and she tilted her face up a little to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry I shut you out and pushed you away. I'm just… My family doesn't do well with showing emotion. It used to be seen as a sign of weakness, so whenever a situation arose where one of us would become emotional, we were encouraged to do it alone. I guess I'm just not used to having someone who wants to share that side of life with me."
Killian tightened the arm he had wrapped around her waist, as he brought his free hand up to find her own, and cover it where it rested over his heart.
"Showing emotion doesn't make you weak, Emma. Don't let anyone ever tell you that it does. And no matter how you feel – whether you're blissfully happy or painfully sad, I'll always want to be by your side, to help share those emotions with you. Nothing's ever gonna change that."
He leaned down to brush his lips softly over hers, before pressing a kiss to Emma's forehead, as he tucked her in closer.
"Thank you," she whispered softly, dropping one final kiss over that space where she could feel his heartbeat calming from their earlier activities, before she finally let her eyes fall shut.
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