Warning: This is S RATED ie STEAMY af. Because it's basically PWP with feelsy fluff sprinkled in! I promised payoff for all the angst and drama...so here you go! 11K words of the smuttiest smut I have ever written! (And enthusiastically approved by Tori and Irene!)
There's one more chapter to go of this fic, and then the epilogue! This was initially going to be the last chapter, but I got carried away with the sheer amount of smut I managed to pack into it, so I (and Tori and Irene, whom I couldn't have written this fic without) felt like the final part was better saved for its own chapter, in order to make sure it didn't feel rushed or like an afterthought tagged onto the end of a pure p0rn chapter lol!
Cannot believe it's almost finished, after so long! I posted the first chapter to FFnet on September 3rd, 2016! How those four years have flown!
Your Case or Mine
Chapter 29
They couldn't keep their hands off each other, even before they got inside her apartment. It took Emma a few seconds longer than usual to unlock the door, her hands trembling and her focus elsewhere as Killian kissed her neck while she fumbled with the lock.
She gasped and almost dropped the keys when he applied the slightest pressure against the sensitive skin with his teeth and he smirked in response.
Finally throwing the door open, Emma all but dragged Killian inside, pushing him against the wall of the hallway the second she kicked it closed behind them. He was ready and eager to meet her lips in a passionate kiss, and they helped each other tug their jackets off, dropping them unceremoniously on the hallway floor.
She moaned against his lips as he yanked her closer to him, effortlessly hoisting her up into his arms and turning so that she was the one pressed to the wall then. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to help them both stay upright, and clung to him as they made out like horny teenagers.
"Bedroom."
She mumbled against his lips, unwilling to break the kiss. He was just as unwilling, and laughed without pulling back. He carried her through the apartment, stumbling as they continued to devour one another, but managed to make it to the bedroom without ending up in a heap on the floor.
He dropped her onto the bed, and she licked her lips as he immediately chased after her, eager to kiss her again. Now that they were finally alone, he couldn't get enough. And neither could she.
But they were both still fully clothed, and that was something they needed to rectify as quickly as possible. There were heated kisses in between frantic hands gracelessly pulling shoes and shirts and pants off, until finally they were skin-to-skin and tangled up on top of the covers.
He looked down at her reverently as his hand skimmed across her stomach and up over her breasts, an expression of blissful awe on his face.
"Gods, I've dreamed of this every night since we were last together, Swan. Your skin is just as soft as I remember."
Emma smiled up at him, nuzzling her nose against his affectionately and kissing the corner of his mouth, leaning into his touch.
"And your kiss makes me just as hot as I remember," she whispered, before pulling back to look at him, cupping his cheek tenderly, "Can we...go slow? The first time. I-...I want you to make love to me, Killian."
He stared at her for a long moment, with a heady mixture of adoration and pure want, unable to believe that it was all real, and that he wasn't going to wake up to find it was just yet another dream. She blushed and ducked her head.
"I want nothing more than to make love to you, my darling. Can you…" he paused, eyes sweeping over her face and softening even more, "Can you say it again? Please?"
She blinked, about to ask what he meant, but quickly realized the answer to her own unasked question and looked up ag him, biting her lip on a smile.
"I love you."
She said quietly, her heart racing as much as it had the first time she'd said it to him. It still felt new and surreal and a little bit terrifying, the words unfamiliar in her mouth. And he looked at her with just as much wonder as he had then, too.
He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that had her immediately breathless and clutching his shoulders to keep herself grounded.
He lowered her to lay back on the bed, covering her body with his own and peppering kisses all over her face, down her neck, and across her chest. She was breathing hard, her entire body feeling like it was about to catch fire with the heat of his kisses against her skin.
"I don't need foreplay. And I can see you don't either," Emma said with a gasp as she arched her back when he dragged his teeth delicately over a nipple, "I-I just need you inside me. Please."
Her nails were digging into his shoulders, the heat they were generating together almost palpable at that point.
"If that's what you need, my love, then I am more than happy to oblige. But I hope you know I plan to spend the rest of the night worshipping every inch of you."
She smirked, biting her lip.
"I think I'm pretty okay with that plan."
He stole a quick kiss, and then paused as he lined himself up, finding her questioning gaze as to why he'd stopped.
"Do you want me to use a condom?"
He asked, the thought having just occurred to him that they hadn't discussed protection, too busy with desperate kisses and the frantic removal of clothes. Emma smiled up at him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, and shook her head.
"No. I want to feel every inch of you; no barriers. You know I'm covered."
He was secretly relieved, but he'd wanted to make sure she was fully consenting to every aspect of their love-making first, and hadn't wished to assume it just because they'd had unprotected sex in the past.
As he slowly pushed inside, he moved to lean over her, elbows either side of her head so they had as much contact as physically possible, and so he could kiss her again, swallowing the gasps and moans that fell from her lips.
She arched up against him, the feeling of him stretching and filling her making her legs shake and her breath catch. She was so wet already that there was no resistance, just bone-deep pleasure as he filled her.
Her memories of their times together before paled in comparison to the feeling of finally being joined with him again, and she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"You feel incredible."
He groaned as he filled her to the hilt and paused to adjust to the sensation. She let go of him to grab fistfuls of her bedsheets, sparks of pleasure radiating out from where they were joined.
"M-move, Killian. Please, move..."
She begged, when he remained still for a moment. He immediately complied, drawing back and then thrusting deeply into her in a smooth, firm roll of his hips. She cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back, and he pressed desperate kisses to her neck as he set a slow but deep pace.
Emma drew her knees up higher, encouraging his movements with little gasps of "yes, oh god, yes!" and losing herself in how good it felt. He found her lips again, cradling her head as they kissed passionately.
"I love you, Emma. Gods, I love you so much."
He whispered against her lips. Their lovemaking somehow felt...different this time. Now that they'd admitted the depth of their feelings for one another.
Their pleasure built in waves, the room filled with soft gasps and moans, both of them so overwhelmed by their first coupling after the time apart that they couldn't muster any words, other than a few broken whispers of encouragement.
It didn't take long for them to find their releases; Emma fell first, her mouth open in a silent scream and her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his lower back. Killian had been determined to hold out, so it only took the look of ecstasy on Emma's face to push him over the edge, too, and he groaned against her neck as he stilled inside her.
He stayed there, still hard as the aftershocks of his release pulsed so strongly that she could feel everything. After a moment, as he began to soften, he found her lips in a lazy, blissed-out, breathless kiss, both of them utterly sated by the emotional lovemaking of their reunion.
"That was perfect."
Emma whispered, her eyes closed and her body pleasantly buzzing as she drifted down from her high. Killian slipped from her and she whimpered at the loss, but she didn't feel the need to jump up and avoid the post-sex moments that had always been a source of discomfort for her.
Instead, when he rolled off to lie beside her, in an effort to avoid crushing her when his arms finally gave out, she turned and curled into him. She sighed happily and savored the warmth of his hard body, bare against her own.
She could feel his release, sticky between her thighs, and knew she'd have to go and clean up soon, but she was reluctant to break the spell of blissful afterglow they were enjoying by retreating to the bathroom.
To her surprise, and momentary disappointment, Killian was the one to disentangle first. He pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, and moved toward the bathroom. She immediately felt the chill of the room on her damp skin with him no longer pressed against her, and shivered slightly.
Killian returned a few seconds later, a washcloth in his hand, and the bed dipped as he sat down on the edge. She watched, curiosity turning to surprised affection, as he turned and gently cleaned her up with the warm cloth. She'd never had a man take such care with her before, and it made her breath catch with the sudden wave of emotion that overcame her.
He disposed of the washcloth into the bathroom sink then, and returned to the bed once more, where Emma had slipped beneath the covers and was waiting for him with a sleepy smile.
"I hope you're not going to fall asleep on me just yet, Swan," he said teasingly, pulling her closer to him and turning onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze at her, "I still have plenty plans for you tonight, lass."
She giggled, reaching up to run her fingers through his chest hair and feeling giddy despite her exhaustion, just from finally having him back in her bed. And this time doing more than just cuddling.
"I don't want tonight to end, so no, I'm not gonna fall asleep on you."
She said, her gaze as soft as her smile when she met his. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, unable to get enough of being about to do so on a whim now. She was smiling into his kiss, and somehow, that only made it taste even sweeter.
"Tonight is just the beginning, my love. I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to…"
He looked at her with an expression of such earnest hopefulness that it made her heart ache with affection for him. He was still letting her lead, and never taking anything she gave for granted.
"I don't want you to go anywhere," she assured him, shuffling closer still and letting her hand rest over where his heart was beating, strong and steady, beneath her palm, "I was so tired of missing you. And being alone. It never bothered me before…but after you left, I think it made me realize that I know exactly what I want."
"Aye?" He asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper, "What's that, love? What do you want?"
"You. I want you. And this. I don't want to lose you again."
He pulled her into his arms fully then, wrapping her in a fiercely loving embrace. She melted into it, pure and potent happiness vibrating beneath her skin and making her feel like butterflies had taken flight in her chest.
"You won't ever lose me. I love you, Emma. And I promise to show you that every single day for-...well, for as long as you'll have me."
He caught himself, and somehow she knew he was going to say 'for the rest of our lives'. Yet that knowledge didn't terrify her. And the rest of their lives together didn't sound like something she'd be at all opposed to. But she simply nuzzled her face against his chest and smiled, unsure she could manage to speak then even if she'd wanted to.
They lay together like that for awhile, just enjoying the quiet moment. He drew abstract patterns on the arm she had draped over his chest, and rested his cheek against the top of her head. It was...nice. Perfect, even.
When Emma trailed her hand from his chest, down the line of soft hair that disappeared underneath the covers that rested at his waist, Killian shuddered involuntarily. Her touch would always have him keyed up in seconds, and when she smirked up at him, he knew her intentions were anything but innocent.
He rolled them in an instant, making her squeak in surprise as she found herself on her back again, looking up at him as he returned her smirk.
"I'd like to have a little snack now, darling, if that's alright with you?"
Emma gasped then, loving the feeling of his scruff against the sensitive skin of her breasts as he focused his attention on them first. By the time he started to press open-mouthed kissed down her body, her heart was already racing.
"But you just…"
She said breathlessly, referring to their first round of the night. He'd cleaned her up, but he'd still finished inside her before. He chuckled, laying his head on her thigh and smirking up at her.
"Doesn't bother me, if you have no objections, darling. And I've dreamed about tasting you again, every single night we've been apart."
Killian purred, nipping at her inner thighs then and mouthing his way up to where she was so desperate for him. She was panting, already clenching in anticipation of the sensations she knew he'd pull from her.
He didn't tease, too eager to devour her for that, and Emma cried out loudly when his mouth made contact with her clit with unerring accuracy. He sucked and licked and swirled his tongue around her, until she was writhing and moaning, her hand burying itself into his hair.
He knew he was making her see stars when her fingers tightened almost to the point of painfully pulling his hair, and her moans became breathy and desperate. His name fell from her lips on a plea, and he took the opportunity to easily push two fingers inside her, causing her to arch her back.
"Yes! Oh god, oh-...f-fuck!"
She whined, her body beginning to shake and her toes curling in response to the little electric shocks making her body hot all over.
"Mmm, so wet for me. So full from letting me come inside you. Feels so bloody good, filling you up like that. And you love it too, don't you? I can feel you're close, sweetheart. Are you gonna come for me? Nothing is more gorgeous than the sight of you coming."
"Harder..." she pleaded, rocking her hips to meet the rough thrust of his hand, "oh god, I'm close…"
He immediately lowered his mouth to her again, as he continued to fuck her with his fingers, and flicked his tongue just right. Emma's stomach muscles clenched tightly as her second orgasm of the night washed over her and stole her breath. It was sudden and blinding, and she had to remind herself how to properly breathe again when she finally stopped shuddering.
Killian was still between her thighs, but his tongue was much gentler against her as he eased her down from her high. He grinned, looking rather pleased with himself, but she couldn't hold it against him when he made her feel so good, so effortlessly.
Even their very first time, he'd instinctively known how to touch her, how to kiss her, how to bring her to the edge so quickly it was breathtaking. If she believed in fate or any of that nonsense, she might think they were made for one another.
As she caught her breath and began to get the feeling back in her limbs, Killian kissed his way back up her body, pausing to pay special attention to her hip bones (when he'd noted earlier how she'd shivered and gasped as he'd grazed his teeth over them), her breasts and her collarbone, where he sucked and nibbled faint marks onto her pale but flushed skin.
When his lips met hers in a hungry kiss, she'd regained enough of her senses to know exactly what she wanted to do next. And it was his turn to yelp in surprise, as she tangled her legs with his at just the right angle to flip them in one quick move.
He stared up at her, cheeks pink and chest heaving, adoration and wonder with a little touch of curiosity dancing in his eyes. She smirked and bit her lip, sitting back onto her knees and eyeing him with open appreciation.
He was so hard that it almost looked painful, and he was clenching his jaw in a clear effort to control himself. Emma tentatively reached forward, taking him in her hand and watching his face as she gave him a few firm pumps, twisting her wrist and smiling wickedly as he choked on a groan, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Fuck, you're so hot."
She muttered, mostly to herself, and continued to use her hand on him for a few more moments, with no intention of making him come that way, but at least wanting to give him some pleasure to tide him over until she was good and ready to let him finish.
She already had the image in her mind of exactly what she wanted to do to him. Or maybe what she wanted him to do to her. She'd mentioned it before, bluntly revealing a fantasy or two to him during their FaceTime call that had taken on a life of its own. She just hoped he wouldn't reject the idea outright.
"I...wanna try something. But I wanna make sure you're comfortable with it first," Emma said softly, her hand stilling around his generous length as he opened his eyes and met her gaze, "And it's something I want, so you don't need to get all gentlemanly and worried about hurting me or me not enjoying it. If I don't enjoy it, I'll make it clear."
He looked just the slightest bit wary and very curious.
"I'm intrigued…"
He said slowly, after a moment of considering her ambiguous words.
"I want you to fuck my mouth," she said bluntly, her words coming out in a rush, and his eyes widened, "And I don't meant half-heartedly because you're scared about me gagging or something. I want you to really get into it. Do you think you can do that? Or does it weird you out too much?"
She suddenly felt unsure of herself, watching him carefully to gauge a reaction. He stared at her, unable to believe that this woman kneeling between his legs, looking like the sweetest siren he could ever envision, was actually real. The woman of his dreams was a woeful understatement.
"If you don't want to, we don't-"
"Bloody hell, lass, I want to. Are you sure?"
She swallowed thickly, nodding as she studied his face, as though to make sure he wasn't just agreeing to placate her or indulge her fantasy, if he wasn't really into the idea. But all she saw was desperate hunger and a man who was so clearly in love with her that it made her heart stutter, and her cheeks flush.
Relief that her fantasy hadn't been rejected washed over her, and she smiled almost-shyly at him. She then climbed off the bed to kneel on the floor beside the bed, looking back at him expectantly and pulling her hair over one shoulder in preparation.
Killian scrambled after her, standing up and feeling momentarily dizzy thanks to all his blood being very much south of his brain at that point. She shuffled closer, and he tentatively reached out to run his fingers gently through her hair.
Emma started slow, kissing the tip and then licking the underside of his cock. She worked him over for a few minutes, without taking him fully into her mouth until he was gasping and groaning, and his hand was tightening in her hair.
Then, without warning, she look him all the way to the back of her throat and held him there, fighting her gag reflex for as long as she could and thrilling at the sound of his guttural cry of pleasure.
She set a punishing pace then, bobbing her head and deep-throating him on every pass until she pulled back gasping for breath, her eyes starting to water. She knew she was good at giving head, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it quite a lot, but what she'd asked of him was new territory for her.
He wasn't a passive participant by any means, but Emma could feel he was letting her take the lead and she wanted him just to take instead. She wanted to watch him lose control of that gentlemanly side for once, and use her mouth when he did. It was a dirty fantasy she'd never indulged before, but she wanted to test her limits. And she felt safe enough with him, trusted him enough, to want to do so.
Looking up at him as she caught her breath, and reaching up to lazily stroke him for a moment, Emma licked her lips.
"You're holding back on me, Jones."
She said, her tone lightly accusatory. She didn't want to push him past his limits if that kind of rough play made him uncomfortable and he was just too invested in giving her what she wanted to say so. But at the same time, she wanted to encourage him, if a little encouragement and reassurance that she really did want him to take what she was giving was what he needed to let his self-control slip.
Killian ran his tongue over his bottom lip, looking down at her with an intense gaze that made her hot all over, and nodded slowly. She was still twisting her hand up and down his length slowly, and it was making it hard for him to form coherent thoughts.
"Aye...I just...I don't want to hurt you, love."
He practically whispered, his hand gently returning to run though her blonde curls. Emma's hand stilled and she swallowed the lump of emotion that had suddenly lodged itself in her throat, giving him a shaky smile. Trust him to make a blowjob emotional.
"You won't. I'm not fragile, Killian; you aren't gonna break me. And I want it. You're not gonna do anything I haven't explicitly asked you to do. I want you to use my mouth. I want to see you lose control. It turns me on," she dropped her gaze and her hand, suddenly feeling a slight touch of embarrassment, "But I don't want you to feel like you have to. It's not a big deal if you-"
"I want to."
Her gaze lifted to meet his again then, and she searched it to make sure he wasn't just saying what he thought she wanted to hear. He stared back at her, challenging her to find a lie in his words. And she couldn't. Nodding slowly, she reached up to take him in her hand once more.
In no time, he was groaning again, and she returned to her earlier position, taking him back into her mouth and building up the speed and pressure gradually. She hollowed out her cheeks, giving him everything she had, and then progressed to taking him as deep as she could on each downstroke.
Within a few minutes, Killian was gasping, his fingers tightening in her hair the way she liked, pulling just on the right side of painful, and she could feel his hips finally beginning to thrust harder as he fell into the rhythm she was encouraging.
Once the rocking of his hips sped up, she started to bob her head less, easing him into taking control. It didn't take long for him to really get into it, throwing his head back and, at last, fucking her mouth harder and faster, the way she'd envisioned when asking him for that.
Tears were slipping down her cheeks, and her lungs were starting to burn, but with the gradual build up, she'd learned the easiest way to breathe in time with his thrusts. It gave her a thrill to feel him chasing his pleasure and using her, when he was usually always so insistent on focusing all his attention on her pleasure.
It turned her on seeing him like that...even if she couldn't really see him properly, with her vision blurred by her watering eyes. But she could feel him and hear him, and that was enough to have her slipping her hand between her legs to give herself some relief.
Killian noticed when he looked down at her, and it only made him burn hotter, knowing that it was turning her on so much that she needed to touch herself as he thrust hard and fast into her mouth.
"Fucking hell, Emma. Keep touching yourself," he begged, "I'm not gonna last much longer…"
There was an unspoken question there - do you want me to stop? - and Emma answered it by swallowing around him as best she could and making him almost choke on his own tongue. He doubled down then, both hands in her hair as he pressed himself as far as she could take him.
She gagged, and he pulled back slightly, to allow her to catch her breath, before repeating the action when she nodded. The third time, he could feel the tight coil of his release in his belly.
"Emma-...I-I'm…"
He gasped, and she responded by grabbing his hips and pulling him forward, a clear non-verbal communication that he didn't have to be told twice. It only took two more thrusts for him to shoot his release to the back of her throat with a long, low groan.
She pulled back a little, her hand taking over and continuing to work the last few spurts into her mouth. She released him then, and sat back onto her heels, looking up at him with a much-too innocent smirk.
Killian stared down at her, in awe of the goddess at his feet, and his legs almost buckled when she held his gaze, swallowed, and licked her lips. He cursed under his breath, his whole body flushing hot as he watched her stand up slowly, wiping her eyes and then her mouth.
He allowed himself to sit down heavily on the bed then, his legs suddenly feeling very wobbly, and reached for her. She came willingly, climbing onto his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, sighing happily.
Killian wrapped his arms around her, buying his face into her neck and wondering what on Earth he'd done to deserve the love of such an incredible woman. He couldn't put into words the depth of his feelings for her, and even "I love you" didn't encompass it strongly enough, though he was thrilled to finally be able to say it openly to her.
"You're a bloody marvel, love."
He mumbled, pressing soft kisses down her neck and along her shoulder as his hands smoothed up and down the silky soft skin of her back. He couldn't get enough of being able to touch and kiss her like this, intoxicated by a euphoria he'd only ever felt with her.
It had never been like this before. For either of them.
With her hands in his hair, she sighed happily again, content to enjoy the feeling of his hands wandering her body and his lips worshipping her gently. There was a buzz of arousal that never fully died down, which simmered between them pleasantly, even after they'd both already found their release twice.
But that simmering arousal had been there since day one, if they really thought about it. The connection between them had been instant and electric. And that had only grown more powerful and tangible as they fell for each other, despite their futile attempts at fighting it.
Breaking the mood a little, and causing Killian to chuckle, Emma's stomach suddenly rumbled loudly. She slipped off his lap with an awkward laugh, shaking her head, and grabbed a satin robe that hung near the bathroom door.
Slipping it on, she glanced back at her lover, who was watching her with the softest gaze, a small smile on his lips.
"Guess I worked up an appetite after that...appetizer," she said cheekily, and he snorted a surprised laugh at her boldness, "How about we order pizza?"
CS
When the pizza arrived thirty minutes later, Emma and Killian had managed to take a brief shower together to freshen up. They'd decided to actively keep their hands off each other as much they could, knowing that a quick shower would turn into something more very easily if they allowed themselves to indulge. And neither wanted to be running through the apartment in a towel to answer the door to the delivery guy.
So, they'd successfully managed to shower and throw on some semblance of clothing in those thirty minutes. For Killian that meant a pair of Will's sweatpants that he'd left there for any occasions when he crashed on Emma's sofa, and no shirt. For Emma, it meant Killian's shirt and a pair of running shorts.
They sat in the kitchen to devour the pizza, Emma cross-legged on the island counter and Killian on one of the stools. They shared a few beers too, and the conversation flowed easily as they replenished the energy they'd spent in the bedroom earlier.
Emma still found it a little unnerving just how easy it all was, being with him in every sense of the phrase. Whether they were between the sheets or making jokes over pizza, she felt more comfortable with him than she ever had with anyone else. She felt like she could really and truly be herself around him, without the constant niggling doubt at the back of her mind that he'd bail if she let him see the parts of her that she'd always hidden away before.
Her walls and her scars, and the parts of her past that she either never spoke about or played down as best she could, were things that would usually send people running. But not him. He'd seen all of those parts, and he'd never flinched.
He'd come back to her against all the odds, and he loved her...that was a first for Emma Swan. The girl who'd never mattered, and never thought she ever would; the girl who'd never been enough to make anyone stick around for long, and certainly not come back for her when they left.
"So, how did this new job of yours come about anyway?"
Emma asked suddenly, curious about the events that had led up to their reunion. Killian chuckled and shook his head, finishing his mouthful of pizza, which only made her even more curious.
"I got called in to see The Powers That Be, and I thought perhaps they'd heard the rumors and I was going to get a bollocking for our...extra curricular activities while we were undercover. But instead, they told me they'd had requests from Boston PD for a local BAU unit. It took me a minute to realize that Dave and Will were no doubt the source of those requests. I suppose your Captain knew which ears to whisper in to make it happen," Killian watched Emma's jaw drop and continued, "They said I could put together my own unit here, and I floated the idea to my team to see if any of them wanted to make the move with me. Most of them have families and roots in Virginia or D.C., but Elsa and Anna were the newest to the team, and they were both on board for it. A few weeks later, we were packing up and moving here. It was quite the whirlwind."
Emma still looked shell-shocked by the revelation that David and Will had been involved. Though if she really thought about it, she knew she shouldn't be surprised. They were both meddlers. But this time, she couldn't be angry about it when everything turned out the way it had.
"I guess I have to take back my threat to revoke Will's Pop Tart privileges."
Emma muttered, her tone still holding a little disbelief. Killian snorted a laugh, and she found his warm gaze once more.
"When did you decide you were gonna take the job offer?"
He'd been back in Virginia for six weeks. It might have felt like an eternity, only being able to speak to him via phone, but in reality it wasn't that long.
Especially not in HR terms, when it came to starting a new job, with a whole new department that was being created from the ground up. Six weeks was a flash in the pan, in HR terms.
So, she suspected that he'd accepted the offer rather quickly. And part of her wondered, hoped, that maybe she'd been a factor in him taking the opportunity he'd been given in Boston.
"I took a few days to give the big boss an answer...but in truth, I think I knew I was going to accept it as soon as they offered it to me. How could I want to be anywhere else, when you were here?" He smiled softly at her and she could feel her cheeks warming at his earnest admission, "But I did have my reservations, I'll admit. I was...well, to be completely honest with you, love, I wasn't sure you'd welcome me back with open arms, the way you have."
Emma frowned, looking back at him curiously and noting how his expression had become chagrined and guilt-ridden. Before she could ask why, he continued.
"I know we'd patched things up...but that was over the phone. I hurt you, Emma. I fucked up when I left in the middle of the night and you had to wake up, on your bloody birthday, alone. I couldn't forgive myself for that, even if I hadn't known the significance of the day and had the best intentions when I'd left. A part of me was worried that you wouldn't want to see me. And moving here, most likely working together again in the future...I wasn't sure I could handle being so close to you if you didn't want me back in your life."
His voice caught and he looked pained, dropping his gaze to the pizza they'd both suddenly lost interest in, and shaking his head. She didn't miss the way he was clenching his jaw repeatedly, trying to regain his composure and rein in the emotions that had seemingly gotten the best of him.
Shuffling closer to him from her position perched on the counter, as he sat on one of the breakfast stools, Emma reached out and cupped his face in her hands, encouraging him to meet her gaze. Finally, he did so warily, and she managed a small smile that she hoped was reassuring.
"You had nothing to worry about. I think I made that pretty clear with how I instinctively reacted when I saw you again. I know you've beat yourself up over the...miscommunications, and leaving the way you did. But I know you didn't mean to hurt me. You were...doing what you thought was best, for both of us, to make it easier. I mean, it backfired spectacularly," she smiled ruefully, "but I know your intentions were good. They always have been when it comes to us. And it's in the past, Killian. We've moved past it. I forgave you and I understood why you left the way you did. You need to forgive yourself. Because only you can do that."
She leaned forward then, pressing a tender kiss to his lips and lingering there, savoring the way he instantly responded to her. He kissed her back desperately, pouring all of those emotions into it. But he needed her closer, and pulled her into his lap, arms immediately wrapping around her tightly, even if they were a little precarious on the stool.
Emma moaned softly against his lips, her hands tugging none-too-gently at his hair, when she felt him quickly hardening beneath her. She had her legs on either side of his hips and couldn't help clenching her thighs when his hands slid down her back to firmly grab her ass, pressing her harder against him and causing them both to gasp.
It took no time at all for them to work each other into a heated frenzy, clawing at the few clothes they wore with desperate, shaking hands. It was as though they'd lost all ability to control themselves once they started the fire. Maybe it was because they knew they didn't have to do so any longer. They didn't have to rein in how much they wanted each other, or play down their feelings. The floodgates had opened, and they had no intention of holding back anymore.
With her shorts flung somewhere on the kitchen floor, accompanied by Killian's sweatpants, Emma gasped when he lifted her back onto the kitchen counter. The marble was cold against her bare ass, but she quickly forgot about that as he stepped between her thighs and found her lips for another searing kiss.
She still wore his shirt, after he'd mumbled a request against her lips for her to keep it on. Taking her as she wore his clothes had been a fantasy of his, and she was more than happy to oblige him.
With his hands skimming up underneath the shirt and cupping her breasts, Killian kissed his way down her throat, mouthing at her collarbone as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. She responded enthusiastically, whimpering with pleasure and wrapping her legs around his hips to encourage him closer to where she needed the friction. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders when he canted his hips just right, pressing his erection against her at the perfect angle.
"Fuck, I need you again already."
She whispered breathlessly, as though she could hardly believe how keyed up she was, less than an hour after their exhausting session in the bedroom. She wasn't sure she could ever tire of the burning want he made her feel. And she hoped she never did, because it lit every nerve in her body on fire and she was already very much addicted to the feeling.
He gently encouraged her to lay back on the counter then, purring seductively in her ear that he was still starving. She knew exactly what he planned to do, and she was in awe of how much this man, this drop-dead gorgeous sex god, loved to pleasure her. She'd never met a man like him before.
She lay back on the counter, staring up at the ceiling with her skin practically buzzing with anticipation. Her muscles twitched, ticklish, as he ran his hands up her thighs and licked his lips at the sight of her laid out before him.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his tone low and laced with sin, and she was helpless to do anything but comply, "That's a good girl. The pizza was good, but I think I'm going to enjoy dessert even more. And I'll make sure you do, too, darling."
Emma's gasp caught in her throat and her eyes rolled back as he wasted no time, lowering his head and eagerly devouring her. Her stomach muscles clenched, and he kept her legs firmly spread, mumbling words of praise and encouragement against her skin. But she barely registered anything he was saying, her pulse thundering so loudly in her ears that she couldn't even hear her own desperate cries with the overwhelming waves of pleasure wracking her body.
He worked her up quickly and easily, alternating between flicks of his tongue and harsh kisses, tormenting her by slipping a single finger inside her and then using it to press firm circles against her clit. He also knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled away just as Emma was teetering right on the edge.
She cried out in frustration as her high ebbed away, after being so close that her toes had curled and she'd held her breath in anticipation of the fall. Her eyes snapped open and she found his mischievous gaze, her own somewhat wild and desperate.
"Wh-...you...I-I was so close…"
She whimpered, voice hoarse as she watched him licking his lips. He chuckled and the noise reverberated through her, making her swallow hard.
"What's wrong, love? I thought you liked edging?" She gawped at him, her head still too fuzzy with her almost-orgasm to form words properly, "Don't worry, Swan. I'm going to make sure you're extremely satisfied. But I thought a little payback was in order first, for the way you enjoyed torturing me with your sexy little dominatrix act on FaceTime. I'll admit, I can see why you found it so appealing - controlling my release, taking me right to the edge and denying me just as I was about to fall…" he tugged her up so she was sitting on the edge of the counter again, breathing hard, and tugged her legs around his waist, "The look on your face, the way your body trembled, the need in those gorgeous eyes of yours. Oh, I most certainly see the appeal. Now, hold onto me, love. I think it's time we took this back to the bedroom."
Emma wrapped her arms and legs around him as he hoisted her up, just as he had done in the hallway earlier. Except this time there were no pesky pieces of clothing in between them, and Emma shuddered involuntarily at the sensation of him pressed against her so intimately.
He carried her effortlessly back to the bedroom, and set her down much more gently than he had last time. She smiled up at him, and then quickly rid herself of his shirt, so that they were both finally naked again.
He stood there, looking down at her with a darkened, hooded gaze, drinking in the sight of all the pale, smooth skin that he knew he'd never tire of admiring. The reality of her was better than any dream he could possibly conjure.
An idea popped into Emma's head then, and her mind raced as she imagined how he might react. It wasn't an entirely new concept for them, but in person it was, at least. Leaning back on her elbows, she let her heated gaze roam his body just as he'd done to her. He raised one eyebrow at her, amused and curious about what was going through her head.
"A penny for your thoughts, lass?"
He quipped, and Emma smirked, sitting up straighter again and holding his gaze..
"I think they're worth a little more than a penny," she teased, and paused before adding, "And you couldn't handle it."
Both of his eyebrows shot up then, and she knew she had him. He wouldn't back down from a challenge like that. She tried to keep her face from betraying the way her heart was racing as he stepped closer, between her legs, nudging her knees a little wider so he could fit between them.
"Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it, Emma."
He purred. His cock was eye-level with her then, rock hard and more than a little appetizing, which she suspected was his intention when he'd stepped closer, but she kept her eyes locked on his instead.
"Touch yourself for me. I want to watch."
Emma said bluntly, watching his face for a reaction, and she wasn't disappointed. His eyes widened a little, and he visibly gulped, the muscles of his jaw working as he tried to maintain his composure. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and continued.
"It made me so hot, watching you jerk off for me on FaceTime," she admitted in a sultry tone, casting a hated, cursory glance at his cock, causing him to curse under his breath, "And I kinda wanna watch in person. And maybe I'll...touch myself while I watch you."
She lifted her eyes once more, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks with that hot, hooded gaze when she slipped a hand between her spread legs and moaned.
"I'm so wet just thinking about it, Killian," she teased, a glint in her eyes, "Will you do that for me? Will you let me watch you touch yourself before you take me again?"
"Fuckin' hell, Swan. You're gonna be the death of me," he croaked, grabbing her arm and yanking her up into his embrace, kissing her deeply, before pulling back and looking into her eyes, "I'll do anything for you, my love. And watching you touch yourself while you watch me is something I'm more than willing to do."
She smiled up at him, her skin prickling with the electricity in the room, and then she slipped out of his embrace. He watched her, confused for a moment, as she went over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. When she returned to place the box of toys he'd caught a glimpse of on FaceTime on the bed, he suddenly realized what it was, and his mouth went dry.
She really would be the death of him. But what a way to go, he thought. His pulse quickened even more when she opened the box, looked up at him with a glint in her eyes, and took out a few items.
"I've...never done this with anyone before."
She said, so quietly that he almost missed it. He could see the faint blush on her cheeks as she fumbled with the box with shaking hands, and Killian reached out to still them. He could sense a touch of nervousness with this new territory, and he wanted to make it clear that he didn't need any extra kink to satisfy him, just because they'd tested those waters over the phone.
"Emma, love, we don't have to, if you don't want to."
He said gently, and she met his earnest gaze once more, considering him silently for a moment.
"I want to," she finally said, her voice quite but steady, "I really want to. I...I trust you, Killian."
Killian swallowed, emotion lodging between his ribs as she gave him an open vulnerability he knew didn't come all that naturally to her. Emma's trust wasn't easy to come by, and as much as there was a palpable nervous energy in the way her hands trembled, there was also a quiet certainty in her voice and her eyes.
She trusted him. With her body, with the intimacy that came with sharing her fantasies and letting him see her at her most vulnerable, and with her heart. She wasn't holding back, for the first time.
"I love you."
He whispered, not knowing what else he could say to express what it meant to him, that she was giving him all of her, no holding back. He reached out to cup her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes falling closed with a contented sigh.
"I know," she opened her eyes to look up at him with the softest smile he'd ever seen from her, before she turned back to the box, her hands steadier now, "I'm gonna make use of this first," she said softly, holding up the rabbit vibrator he remembered all too well from her little videocall show, "and then these are gonna come in useful, I think."
Her smile had turned into a smirk, their emotional moment becoming more charged again as she referenced the butt plug and cock ring. Killian swallowed, staring at the woman he loved in awe. Emma caught his wondrous expression and he didn't miss the way she flushed once more, as she moved the box off to the side now that she had what she needed.
It amused him a little. She could talk dirty and was pretty open to being adventurous in the bedroom; she knew how to use her body to drive him all sorts of crazy. But whenever he looked at her like that...like she was special, she would blush and suddenly become unsure of herself, the confident, seductive persona she wore cracking momentarily. It was a back-and-forth that he couldn't help but love about her.
She just wasn't used to it. So she didn't quite know what to do with his adoration. Yet. Killian vowed to himself that he'd show her every day just how much he loved her, how special she was to him, and how the sex was so much more than a physical connection between them.
She knew that, of course. But it was still novel and a little surreal to her. Sex had never been an emotional thing before. But with Killian, she couldn't deny the connection between them, even from the very first time. And he'd always made her feel like she was enough, just the way she was.
Biting her lip, Emma closed the space between them again, and raised up on her toes to draw him into another kiss. A much more tender one this time. Their plans for between the sheets may be adventurous, but underneath the sexual chemistry and the primal pleasure, their emotional connection turned sex into lovemaking. It didn't matter whether it was hard and fast, or slow and tender...she felt like he was making love to her every time.
Killian deepened the kiss, his hands squeezing her hips and moving them so that her knees hit the bed. She broke the kiss as she sat down, once more in the position of looking up at him.
He smirked down at her, taking himself in hand, just as she'd requested. Her eyes immediately snapped to where he was slowly working himself, and she licked her lips, a flash of heat building low in her belly and radiating along every nerve in her body.
Emma shuffled backwards then, so that she could prop herself up on the pillows, never taking her eyes off him. Killian continued his ministrations, but moved to join her on the bed. He nudged her legs and positioned himself between them, meaning that they both got a perfect view of each other.
With his free hand, Killian reached over and grabbed the rabbit vibrator, handing it to Emma with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrow. A challenge. One she would happily engage in.
With slightly shaking hands, she turned it on and found Killian's gaze once more, watching his reaction as she slowly dragged it down her body. It was drawing out the torment for both of them, because she was desperate for some relief by that point. She knew the orgasm he'd denied her earlier would have her legs shaking in no time, considering how wired she was already.
"Oh, yes…" Killian whispered, almost to himself, as Emma finally pressed the vibrator to the little bundle of nerves that had so desperately needed attention, and arched her back with a low moan, "That's it, my sweet. Gods, you're so fucking gorgeous. Fill yourself up, Emma. It won't feel as good as me, I promise you that. But I want to see you fuck yourself like you did on the phone."
Emma nodded, her eyes falling closed as she pushed the vibrator inside and choked out a cry. It felt so good to have her walls clenching around something again, even if it didn't hit the spot as perfectly as Killian could. It would suffice for now, and it was taking the edge off the fever-pitch need that had made her body feel like it was burning up from the inside out.
"Open your eyes," Killian commanded then, and Emma wrenched them open, gulping as her gaze was immediately drawn down to where he was slowly working his hand around his cock, "I want those beautiful eyes on me, Emma. You asked to watch me, so keep them open."
She nodded numbly, unable to form words properly as she thrust the vibrator in time with Killian's hand on himself. Her mouth was practically watering, and her heart was pounding so fast that she wondered in passing if she could legitimately die from pleasure.
"I want you to take yourself right to the edge…and then stop," Killian said, his tone making her shiver with arousal, and she stared at him with a mixture of dismay and desperation, "I'm going to make you feel exactly how I felt when you controlled my orgasm. And believe me, my darling, the payoff is most certainly worth the sweet torture."
He reached out to run his hand up her thigh, making her toes curl at the unexpected, but very welcomed, touch. He was still stroking himself, clearly content to slowly build up his own pleasure, watching her with a hungry gaze.
He could tell when she was starting to get close to the edge; he'd learned her tells already. And he realized he was holding his breath as he watched her employ all the willpower she had to obey his instructions and wrench the vibrator away from herself just before she could reach that glorious peak.
She was shaking and whimpering, her stomach muscles contracting in anticipation of the high she'd managed to deny herself. Frustration burned beneath her skin and a bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts as her body screamed at her for stopping.
She was panting harshly as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, gaze once more on Killian's hand around himself.
"I need you to fuck me right now."
She said, her tone falling somewhere between demanding and pleading. Killian swallowed, his controlled demeanor cracking for a moment, and he stopped stroking himself in order to reach over for one of the other toys she'd picked out. The cock ring.
Rolling it down onto himself, he gave her a somewhat bashful grin.
"I think I'm going to need some help from this to keep me from losing it as soon as I'm inside you again," he admitted, before his grin turned back into a smirk, "Because I want this to last. I'm not nearly done wringing pleasure out of this incredible body of yours yet, my love. I'll have you screaming and begging me to let you come soon."
"Is that a promise?"
She challenged with an arch of one brow, and his smirk darkened, causing her breath to hitch.
"Oh, it's a promise."
He said, and Emma almost squeaked in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her hips and effortlessly, and not-so-gently, turned her over.
"Get on your hands and knees for me, darling," he purred his command this time, and she was helpless to resist, immediately doing as she was told, "That's it. You really do have a delectable arse. And I seem to remember you quite enjoyed a little...stimulation there?"
Emma gulped, her heart racing with a mixture of nerves and potent need. He was seeking her consent, she understood that even through the haze of arousal blurring the edges of her vision.
He waited a moment, and then prompted her again.
"Do you want that, Emma?"
Killian squeezed her ass gently with both hands as she kneeled in front of him, unable to form a coherent sentence, and feeling as though her elbows might buckle from holding herself up. She looked back over her shoulder at him, meeting his gaze that was so much softer than she'd anticipated. And she nodded, managing a choked "yes" to make her consent clear.
She'd fantasized about it, but hadn't anticipated that she'd actually get to play out those fantasies with him. And now here he was, promising her more pleasure than she thought her body would be able to handle. And god, did she want more.
"I'll make it so good for you, love," he whispered, almost reverently, squeezing her ass once more before letting go and taking himself in hand again, "But before we explore that little kink of yours, I want to feel you come around me."
He pressed his length against her then, making sure to hit her clit as he thrust slowly against her without pushing inside. Emma gasped, feeling her walls clench desperately around nothing, and needing him to fill her.
"Fuck," she whispered, "oh fuck, Killian, get inside me!"
Her voice cracked, her tone desperate, and Killian didn't need asking twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, a doggystyle position that he would admit to being quite partial to, and wasted no time in burying himself inside her to the hilt in one thrust.
Emma cried out, thrilled to finally feel properly full once more. The vibrator had been good, but it could never satisfy her the way Killian could.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, as he took her deeply with measured strokes. She knew he wasn't going to let her come right away; she could tell by the way he was building her back up slowly. But she wasn't complaining. The feeling of him stretching her and hitting the spot deep inside her that had glitter bursting across her vision each time he found it, was more than enough to satisfy her in the meantime.
"Fucking hell, you're so tight and wet for me, love."
He groaned, and then suddenly, he let go of one of her hips and brought his hand down in a sharp spank of her ass. Emma cried out in surprise, which melted into a moan. She hadn't expected it...and she really didn't hate it. He hadn't spanked her hard, but it was enough to make her involuntarily clench around him, and he choked on a groan.
"Did you like that? Do you want me to spank you again, Emma?"
"Y-yes!" She replied breathlessly, pushing her ass backwards to meet his thrusts with more force, "Spank me again, please!"
Killian cursed under his breath, and did as she asked, bringing his hand down against the same cheek, which was now a nice shade of pink, causing her to cry out once more. He soothed her with the palm of his hand after, and then squeezed her ass again, this time letting two fingers linger on her, and applying the slightest pressure.
Emma bucked back against him, gasping and moaning loudly. He gulped, feeling the telltale stirring of his release starting to build. The cock ring would help stave it off a little longer than his willpower alone, but he was determined to make Emma come around him before he chased his own release.
And, if his plan worked out, he'd give her one of those elusive multiple orgasms that he'd managed to pull from her once before. She'd admitted then that he'd been the first to manage such a feat, and he planned to prove it wasn't just a one time thing.
Keeping a steady rhythm, he reached over and grabbed the tube of lube next to the butt plug, and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers. Emma's arms had given way and she was moaning into the pillow, gripping the bed sheets and pushing back to meet every thrust.
So, when Killian's slippery fingers pressed gently but firmly against her, she jerked and cried out loudly, even though it was muffled by the pillow.
He fucked her slightly harder and faster, alternating between applying and removing the pressure with his fingers, and within a few minutes, Emma was bucking back desperately, the rising pitch of her moans telling him she was getting close…
He pulled out, perilously close to both of their orgasms. He was breathless and shaking as he fought to regain his composure quickly. Emma screamed her frustration into the pillow, her whole body trembling, and after a moment, she looked back at him with a wild and accusatory glare.
"Y-you're a bastard. I was so close."
She choked out, her voice hoarse. Killian chuckled, tugging her hips and encouraging her to raise up onto her hands and knees once more. With some reluctance and wariness, still trying to catch her breath, she acquiesced, and he quickly buried himself inside her again.
Emma whimpered, walls clenching tight around him as he set a punishing pace this time. She almost forgot how to breathe, especially when she felt his fingers against her ass once more. She hadn't anticipated enjoying it quite as much as did, but then, she knew she probably shouldn't be surprised at that. After all, Killian seemed to intuitively know how to play her body like an instrument.
As quickly as her orgasm had evaporated when he'd pulled out, just before it had been able to take hold, it was building again with breathtaking speed. She prayed to a god she didn't believe in that he wouldn't deny her this time. She wasn't sure her sanity could handle it.
"D-don't stop!" She begged, as he thrust deep, "I'm close...I'm-...oh, god, please don't stop, Killian…"
Fighting his own body to fend off his release, Killian slammed into her, forcing himself to the hilt on every trust and pressing one finger more firmly to her ass, just barely slipping inside, as he felt her body beginning to go rigid with her impending orgasm.
He wasn't going to deny her this time. But he knew that edging her so many times made a multiple orgasm much more easy to achieve. He had to time it right though. As her walls began to clench like a vice around him, causing him to falter for a moment with the potent pleasure it sent zipping up his spine, he continued to thrust. He reached around to press the fingers of his free hand against her clit then too, pushing her head-first into the Earth-shattering orgasm she'd been desperate for.
Emma screamed, her back bowing and her whole body stiffening as she was finally allowed to find her release. But Killian didn't stop, keeping his thrusts measured to fuck her through it, and then, just when he could feel she was over the peak, he pressed the lubed butt plug inside her in one smooth, firm movement.
Emma couldn't breathe. If she'd thought the tidal wave of the first orgasm was unreal, then the tsunami of the second one he was pushing her headfirst into was otherworldly. She didn't even recognize the sound of her own screams, her vision blacking out momentarily at the feeling of Killian and the plug both making her feel more full and satisfied than she ever had before.
Killian was hanging on by a thread as Emma came hard for a second time, trembling and clenching around him. He'd timed it perfectly to draw a second orgasm from her, hot on the heels of the first. And feeling the heat and vice-like grip of two orgasms around his cock was too much for him to fight against.
He managed three more thrusts before he was grunting and groaning loudly, gripping her hips and holding her still as he shot his release deep inside her. The cock ring enhanced the sensation twofold, and he was shaking hard.
By the time his own orgasm was subsiding, Emma was boneless and panting beneath him. He collapsed on top of her, but she didn't seem to mind, sated and beyond satisfied.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I've never come so hard in my whole life."
She said breathlessly, in awe and exhausted. She knew she needed to move, to clean up and get rid of the butt plug, but she wasn't entirely sure her legs would hold her up at that moment in time.
Killian finally pulled out of her as he began to soften, and both of them choked back a moan at the loss. He rolled off and lay beside her, gazing at her with exhaustion and adoration. She turned her head to meet his gaze and smiled back.
"I love you."
She said softly, her body pleasantly numb with the bliss of their afterglow. Everytime she said that, his eyes lit up and he looked as though he still couldn't quite believe those words were really falling from her lips. If she was being honest though, neither could she. It made her heart stutter, in the best way possible.
"I love you too, my darling. And you're absolutely magnificent when you come," he grinned, still trying to catch his breath, "Especially when you come twice. The most stunning sight in the world."
Emma blushed, and Killian chuckled. She was lying next to him, sweaty and utterly satisfied, with his seed sticky on her thighs and hickeys on her neck and shoulders that he didn't even remember giving her...but somehow she still managed to blush at his compliments. He couldn't find her more endearing if he tried.
"I thought you were never gonna let me finish. Kinda wanted to murder you when you pulled out and left me hanging."
She laughed, shaking her head, and Killian chuckled, leaning over to steal a tender kiss, his hand lingering against her cheek and pushing an errant curl back behind her ear.
"Was it worth it though, lass?"
She smiled at him, her heart skipping at the love she saw reflected back at her in his eyes. She would never be over the way this man made her feel, both in and out of the bedroom.
"Oh, it was definitely worth it. Everything with you has been worth the wait."
CS
N.B. You guys still alive out there? LOL. Maybe I should have used a disclaimer - don't sue me if you spontaneously combusted reading this!
As always, thank you so much to all of you who are still reading and commenting and messaging me about this fic. I love you all for that!