Chapter 10 - Bliss

"Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will."

-George Bernard Shaw

Emma sighed as she settled deeper into the water, loving the feel of Killian wrapped around her, his legs on either side of her, chest pressed to her back. He'd told her that they could only stay in the tub for a few more minutes, worried that the hot water coupled with their complete and utter satiation would cause one or both of them to nod off.

In an effort to keep each other awake they told stories; she told him about her days as a bail bonds person, loving the way his laugh vibrated through her when she told him about the perp she'd chased through a garbage heap in four inch heels. He told her of his life on the Jolly Roger, her giggles riotous when he'd told her how he'd walked in on Smee and a bar wench one night, his first mate on all fours and begging the girl for mercy.

She felt happier than she had in weeks. It was a combination of being in Killian's arms and her multiple orgasms, she was sure. Gold had been right, she could feel the incubus's strength weakening with each press of Killian's body to hers, each touch of his hand, each kiss.

But...there was still darkness biting at the edges of her sanity. She knew that if she closed her eyes and fell asleep, he would be there and she didn't know if she'd be able to get away again. Or worse yet, if Killian were to fall asleep, her fears about his safety would become reality. And the longer they held each other like this, the more she was sure that she would never survive the loss of Killian Jones.

He pressed a gentle kiss into her temple, reaching down to grasp her hand, turning it over to inspect each fingertip, his thumb stroking her palm.

"You're turning into a prune, love. It might be time to get out and dry off. Finally make use of that marvelous bed in the other room, hmmm?"

Butterflies, nope, pterodactyls with massive, massive wings were suddenly swooping though her stomach at the thought of him taking her to bed. She didn't waste any time stepping out of the tub and onto the furry bathmat, reaching for a plush towel to wrap around herself. Killian quickly followed her, taking the towel she handed to him and drying off as well. She helped him secure the towel around his hips before turning to gather his clothes and hook and passing them to him.

She grabbed her own clothes, pressing the bundle to her chest with one hand and holding out the other to grasp his, interlocking their fingers. A silly, contented grin spread across her face as his eyes twinkled over at her. She tugged him out the doorway and down the hall, enjoying the sound their bare feet made on the wood floor as they left damp footprints behind them. When they reached the closed door to the captain's cabin, she stopped him with a hand to his chest, smiling shyly up at him.

"What is it, Swan?"

"Do you think you can wait here a second before coming in? Give me a quick minute alone?"

"I don't know, Emma. The incubus..." He reached up to brush her hair over her shoulder, his fingers ghosting down her arm before he weaved their fingers together again. "I don't think we should spend any time apart, just as a precaution."

"How about I leave the door ajar and you give me exactly sixty seconds before you come in?"

"Is everything okay?" he asked, head tilted in concern.

"Yeah, I just...need a minute."

"Only one minute, love, and then I'm coming in after you," he promised.

"Deal," she agreed, kissing him quickly before opening the door, leaving it ajar.

She dropped her clothes on top of the charts Killian had been reviewing earlier (he never had made it topside to check their position...must have been preoccupied or something) and then went to the drawer that held the nightgowns, lifting out the sheer one she'd admired earlier. She fingered it for a moment, then quickly dropped her towel to the floor and slipped the gown over her head. She stepped to the mirror on the wall, trying to artfully arrange her tangled hair over one shoulder, groaning with annoyance at the way the ends were starting to curl as they dried.

Giving up on her hair as a lost cause, she checked out the nightgown, a pleased blush coloring her cheeks at how she looked. It was translucent white with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material, rosy pink and erect, making her blush even harder at the sight.

"Okay in there, Swan?" Killian called brusquely through the doorway and she realized she hadn't made any noise in a few seconds, probably worrying him.

"Yeah. How much time do I have left?"

"20 seconds...19...18..." he counted out.

She took one more look in the mirror, wondering if there was a pair of white panties that went with the gown as she noticed that the curve of her sex was visible through the material. Well, it's not as if he hasn't seen it already, she thought to herself, taking a last assessing look in the mirror.

The gown was so feminine and soft, unlike anything she'd ever worn for a man before. She'd always chosen dark bra and panty sets with hard, rough edges that hid who she truly was, who she truly wanted to be. This gown was the exact opposite of all of that and it reflected a side of her that no one had ever seen before. It felt somehow...virginal, which was an insane thought. She hadn't been a virgin in an extremely long time.

Shaking her head to herself, she walked to the center of the room and turned to the door, not quite sure where to put her hands all of a sudden. She was nervous, her heart racing in anticipation of Killian coming through the door and finding her waiting for him.

She hoped he liked it.

She heard him finish counting down before pushing the door all the way open, clothes and brace still held in the crook of his arm, towel riding enticingly low on his hips. He stopped abruptly when he saw her, his mouth dropping open in stunned silence. He took her in, his eyes darting too and fro and then back again, the tips of his ears turning bright red as he stood there.

"Emma?" he asked, sounding a bit dazed as he took a step into the room.

She smiled at him, unsure and wanting to wrap her arms around her breasts to cover up. She didn't know why, he'd already seen her naked and dripping wet, had already had his head between her thighs not that long ago, and yet...

She felt exposed, self-conscious, raw as she stood there, desperate for him to think her beautiful and desirable.

"You are bloody gorgeous, Swan," he said softly, his voice filled with awe. He dropped his clothes and hook in a heap at his feet, taking two long strides to get to her side.

"Do you like it?" she asked shyly, looking up at him from under her lashes.

"I've never seen anything more lovely than you. You look like an absolute angel, darling."

And just like that, when she heard truth in his words, saw it in his eyes, her fears left her. He thought she was beautiful, truly. She stepped close enough to wrap her arms around his shoulders, her head tilting back as she stared up into his awestruck face. She could feel his warmth through the thin material of her gown, could feel his crisp chest hair against the hardened tips of her breasts. Desire, deep and unrelenting, pooled in her stomach as she held him.

"I'm not an angel, Killian. Just a girl who wants to look pretty for the boy she likes," she said. He brought his hand to her waist, pulling her tighter to him, staring at the plump curve of her breasts as they pressed against him. When he finally dragged his eyes up to her face, she rolled her eyes at him, a smirk curving her lips.

"Your statement is flawed, Swan," he murmured, swaying her gently back and forth in his arms. "First off, I am most definitely not a boy."

"Oh, forgive me. Man then."

"And don't you forget it," he ordered her swiftly, a mock growl bringing his dark brows down, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

"I won't," she promised, groaning when he flexed his hips to prove his point, his hard cock pressing against her.

"Good. And you, my dear, are anything but a girl."

"Duly noted. So, what I should have said was that 'I'm a woman who wants to look pretty for the man she likes?'" He titled his head to the side, contemplating her restructured sentence before shaking his head in disapproval.

"Still not quite right. 'Pretty' doesn't do you justice. Try something like alluring, magnificent, gorgeous, ethereal, dazzling..."

"Okay, okay, I get the point." She rolled her eyes, cutting off his words, a blush burning her cheeks.

"I have an affinity for the word "stunning," myself," he whispered, reaching up to trail his fingers along the blush, his eyes sliding down to her lips before he dipped his head to taste her. When he pulled back, they were both breathless, Emma trembling at the hard press of his cock along her belly. His towel was doing nothing to protect his modesty, thank her lucky stars.

"So, what should I have said, exactly?" she asked him, loving the dazed look on his face, knowing it matched the one on hers.

"Something about you being 'a stunningly gorgeous angel who steals my breath every time you walk into the room.' That sounds spot on to me." She laughed out loud as he swooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He plopped her down, getting ready to climb after her when he paused, his ear trained toward the middle of the room.

"Do you hear that, Swan?" he asked. She didn't hear anything at first, but then a faint buzzing reached her ears. It was coming from her clothes on the table and she plopped back down on the mattress in annoyance when she realized what it was.

"It's my phone. Leave it."

"We should check, Emma, your parents might have a vital piece of information about the incubus." He retrieved the phone, holding it out to her before settling at her hip, hand pressed into the mattress as he leaned over her. He watched her swipe her thumb across the screen, opening up her messages and then blushing furiously at what she saw on the screen.

"Oh god."

"Something amiss?" His brows came down in a concerned frown.

"Only that Regina and my mother are taking pictures of that globe thingy that Gold gave them and sending me progress updates. Oh, god, I hope my dad isn't with them!" She flicked her eyes up to Killian's, her face burning red as he grinned down at her, enjoying her humiliation way too much. She contemplated him for a moment before saying, "He is so going to kill you when we get back."

"Being able to have my wicked way with you is definitely worth whatever pain you father will dole out, Swan." He winked at her as she giggled and rolled her eyes at his cheek.

He pulled the phone from her grasp and looked at the photos that Regina had sent them. There were two images, the first showing the globe hovering over a hand, white strands of light visible in it with the words 'well, that didn't take long' in a small bubble beneath the photo. The second image was similar, a hand beneath the hovering globe, the background indistinct. There was a noticeable increase to the amount of white light in the globe and the words, 'tell the pirate not to get anything on my sheets,' below the photo.

"It seems we are indeed making progress, love, although I don't need a picture or a magical orb to tell me that." He handed the phone back to her, watching as she looked at the photos again, pausing over the second one for a moment.

"Something wrong?" he asked, seeing her stare intently at the screen, biting her lip in contemplation.

"I don't know, there's something odd about this picture. When I look at it, I feel...happy. Maybe it's tied to us fighting the incubus? I can sense that we're beating him?" She looked back at the photo, smiling at the warmth that spread through her when she looked at it.

It was strange, the warm emotion bursting through her chest...it felt exactly like the pure joy in her heart whenever she thought of Henry. Happiness and pride and...unconditional love. She looked up at Killian, her eyes widening in surprise, the feelings almost overwhelming her with their strength.

"Emma?" he asked, concern tightening his jaw. "Love?"

"Kiss me," she whispered, needing to feel him again, suddenly petrified by the emotions racing through her. He readily obliged, his body coming down hard and fast against hers as he molded his lips to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, loving his weight on her as he easily pushed any other thought out of her head.

He slid his mouth away from hers, lightly tracing the line of her jaw, moving down to nip at her pulse beat, then moving lower still. He brushed his mouth over the curve of her breast, settling over her nipple with a sigh of appreciation. She gasped when he wrapped his mouth around her, his mouth damp through the material of her gown. His tongue was rough against her, teasing her nipple with soft, insistent strokes.

"Killian," she breathed, loving the way his name felt on her tongue.

He shifted lower, pulling back to gaze at her spread out before him, hair fanned across the bed. She had the feeling that he was memorizing her and the moment, his hand stroking softly against her thigh as he stared down at her. Having looked his fill, he leaned over to press soft, chaste kisses to her stomach, his tongue delving into her belly button before he slid further down her body.

She could feel his breath, hot and damp, when he reached her sex, and she couldn't help her moan of greedy anticipation when he pressed a chaste kiss to her mound. He propped himself up on his elbow, laying across the tops of her thighs as he looked up at her. She smiled, reaching down to trail her hand against his cheek, his stubble rough under her fingertips.

"That nightgown isn't the only gift that Regina left you, is it, Swan?" he asked, a devilishly sexy grin appearing as he stared up at her, eyebrow raised in question. Her eyes widened at the question.

"What? You mean the vibrators and stuff?"

"Vibrators? Is that what they're called?"

"Some of them, yeah. Not all of them vibrate, but some do."

"Vibrate? Explain, please." He tilted his head in curiosity.

"It would be more fun to show you." And god, she didn't know where she'd gotten the balls to say that, all husky and breathless, teasing him with a quirk of her brow. She'd never seen him move so fast as he bolted upright, bouncing in giddy eagerness on the bed at her suggestion.

"Calm down, pirate. Jeez, men are no different, regardless of the land they come from." She giggled as she pushed him out of her way and slid from the bed. Killian watched her walk over to the drawer of goodies, but when she pulled it open, she waived him over. "We should pick one out together."

"Fair point, Swan. All the best decisions are joint ones." He came up behind her, pulling her back against his chest, hand on her hip as he peered over her shoulder in curiosity. She looked down at the assorted products, reaching down to grab a couple of the boxes that piqued her interest.

"See, this one here, it's called a vibrator. There are batteries that you put in it and it vibrates at different speeds, so you can feel it inside you. Here." She handed the box to him over her shoulder, pointing at the product description on the back. He took it from her, murmuring as he read.

"Ah. Well, that's sounds interesting. What about that one there? What does that one do, love?" he asked, pressing his chin into her shoulder, nodding at the box she held in her other hand.

"Well, this one is what you call a dildo...you know, I'm not sure why they call it that. It's a stupid name. A man must have come up with it, but anyways...It doesn't vibrate, it's just a fake penis, but they come in varying sizes." She held up the box, showing him the back, so he could read that description as well.

"Why would you need one of those when you have a perfectly serviceable one right here, love?" he asked her teasingly, pressing his erection tightly against her ass. She moaned at the thick feel of him. There was only a towel and an extremely sheer bit of material between them and the thought of him simply rucking up her nightgown in the back and sliding into her body was alluring. She took the vibrator box away from him and dropped it and the box she was still holding back into the drawer. Then she leaned forward, bracing herself against the cabinet in front of her as she ground back against him.

Not time yet, Emma, she thought to herself, but she was badly tempted to just give in, damn the consequences. Killian rubbed himself against her, his fingers digging into her hip before he slid his hand around to her stomach and pulled her back against his chest. Mouth pressed tight to her ear, he nipped at her earlobe before whispering to her, "Soon, love, I promise, but you're not ready for that quite yet." She groaned in frustration, but stopped pushing back against him. He was right and she knew it. She pressed her forehead to the cabinet for a moment, breathing deeply and trying to remember what they had been talking about before.

"Did you have anything like this back in the Enchanted Forest?" she asked, gesturing down at the box of toys. He pressed a kiss into her neck, chuckling before responding.

"I possessed a few...attachments that worked with my brace. Nothing that vibrated, of course, but they got the job done." She thought back to the question he'd asked her as he lay in the hospital all those months ago, something about what "attachment" she'd prefer. Well, damn, she'd thought he'd just been trying to push her buttons, get a rise out of her, but nope, there actually were attachments.

"What's that one do, love?" he asked, pulling her out of her memories as he pointed over her shoulder again.

"That one is a vibrator, too, just a small one that you use on the outside only. And that one there, that's a combo deal. It's a vibrator slash penis to be used internally, obviously, and then those little attachments press against the outside."

He nodded his head against her to indicate that he followed her explanation before he brought his mouth back to her ear, asking in a low voice, "Which one should we choose, love?"

She gulped, not able to breathe for a second as she contemplated his question. She stared down at the drawer, wondering which was the perfect one for her pirate to use. She leaned over slightly, ass pressing back against him again, (completely an accident) as she looked at the various boxes in the drawer. She rifled through them, finally grabbing one that contained a thick purple wand that was curved slightly at the end with a rounded tip and a long, smooth handle.

"This one," she decided. She turned to Killian, handing him the box and waiting to see his response. He flipped it over, reading the description before looking up at her.

"Ready to take it for a test sail, Swan?" He grinned mischievously at her.

Oh, god, she truly may not survive this night.

"Okay," she breathed out, feeling vaguely dazed as she took the box from him, opened it and pulled out the wand. There were batteries in the drawer, too, so she grabbed a few before making her way back to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, she inserted the batteries, twisting the base of the wand closed once they were in place. She turned it on low, holding it out for Killian to take from her.

"According to the box, this is supposed to help stimulate your...g-spot? Is that the right word?" he asked, eyes filled with curiosity.

"Yeah, it's that spot inside that makes women go absolutely crazy when you hit it just right." He handed her back the wand then planted his hand next to her hip on the bed, leaning over her with his mouth above hers. She grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled him down with her as she lay back, his mouth following hers as she dropped back.

"I seem to remember finding a spot that fits that very same description not that long ago, Swan."

"Mmm, yeah, you did," she whispered up to him, smiling at the memory. His eyes slipped to her mouth and then he was kissing her, tasting her smile as the wand vibrated gently against her stomach where it rested. When he pulled back, the pupils of his eyes were blown wide with desire, the bright blue almost obscured.

"So, this tool is supposed to help you 'go absolutely crazy' for me again?"

"That's the idea. Ready to give it a try?"

"I'm willing if you are, Swan." He helped her slide to the middle of the bed before he tugged the towel off his hips and tossed it away. She immediately reached for him, sighing as her hand wrapped around his length once again. He was silky smooth and hot in her palm as she stroked him. His eyes closed at her touch, his hips following her movements as smoothly as the tide rolling toward the shore.

"I thought we were going to try out your magic wand, Swan?" he moaned out breathlessly, dropping his forehead to her collarbone while he continued to thrust up into her hand. She smiled at his turn of phrase, pressing a kiss against his temple before sliding her free hand up to twine in the thick strands of his hair.

He only let her touch him for a few more moments before he was brushing her hand away as he slid down her body, kissing her stomach and hipbone as he slowly began to push her gown up her body. He settled it around her waist, dipping his head to taste her bared sex, tongue sliding easily between her folds. Her back arched, fingers digging into the bedspread as her eyes slid shut in ecstasy.

It was such a wicked skill that he had, one perfected over countless years. He dipped his tongue into her weeping center, gathering her essence before sliding back over her throbbing clit. She gasped at the incredible warmth she felt when he did it, realizing she was feeling the body heat he'd gathered on his tongue when he'd slid deep inside her. He did it again then pressed a thick finger gently into her, searching until he found that spot inside that would be her undoing.

"Sing for me, love," he whispered, encouraging the moans she didn't bother to hold back. He gently bit her inner thigh before sliding his tongue back between her slick folds, his finger never stopping its thrusts into her tight passage.

"I thought...oh, god, Killian...I thought we were going to try out the wand," she panted.

"We'll get there, love, I promise. I just want to make sure you're ready for it." There it was, that exacting click of his teeth that caused her toes to curl. How was that even a thing that made her tighten around his fingers and nearly come then and there? She gasped, eyes swiftly opening as she looked down at him. He smirked up at her, lips red and swollen.

"Is that what you're doing?" she managed to ask, hips lifting as he slid his finger deep inside her. "Cause it feels an awful lot like you're trying to get me to come again."

"Does it now? Well, there's nothing wrong with that, is there, love?"

"God, no," she whimpered in response, head dropping back as he tortured her with his mouth and hand.

Just when she thought he was going to finish her off like that, he removed his finger, his tongue continuing to flick against her as he grabbed the purple wand from its place on her stomach. He shifted back enough to slide it between her thighs, removing his mouth as he teased her clit with the wand tip first, the pulsing rhythm causing white dots of pleasure to burst behind her eyes.

He didn't keep it against her clit long, knowing that if he did she'd fall faster than either of them wanted. Instead he slid the tip of the wand down to her opening, waiting there as she moaned in anticipation.

She knew she was dripping for him, more than ready for this invasion, but she still tensed when he pressed more of the tip inside her. It had been a long time since she felt the lovely burning stretch of penetration, and while she longed for it, she knew it would take her a moment to adjust.

His mouth was back on her, hot and insistent as he pressed the wand fully into her body. A deep guttural groan left his mouth as her body gave way to the intrusion, her excitement coating the wand as he slid into her.

"That's it," he whispered as he pulled the wand out then pushed back in again, searching for the spot she was aching for him to find. The vibrations along her inner walls had her whole body tensing, her fingers grasping the bedspread so hard the feeling had left them.

She cried out when he found what he was looking for. Then he was dipping his head back down to her clit and it only took a few long drags of his tongue with the wand vibrating deep inside her before her release barreled through her, her mouth open on a wordless scream.

Several unbelievable moments later she felt him slide the wand out of her body, pressing a tender kiss to her hipbone as he did it. He turned off the vibrations, dropping the wand over the side of the bed. Then he was moving back up her body, his cock hard and insistent as it pressed into her thigh.

"Okay?" he asked, eager to make sure she'd enjoyed herself. She couldn't speak yet, so she simply nodded as she brought a trembling hand to his cheek. He kissed her and she tasted her sweet and sour flavor on his lips. She couldn't stop shaking with aftershocks, laughing breathlessly as he pressed soothing kisses across her forehead and down her cheek before moving back to her lips.

"That's five, Swan," he whispered as she nipped gently at his bottom lip.

"Are you sure? That felt like five, six, and seven, combined." He chuckled against her.

"I assure you, it was only one, love." He pulled back, his hand cupping her cheek as he gazed at her and her heart swelled at the emotion she saw in his eyes. It was on the tip of her tongue to whisper to him that she felt the same, that she had been feeling the same way for months now...

That she loved him, too.

But then he was kissing her, sweetly stealing her breath and her words and the moment sailed away as smoothly as it had arrived.