Chapter Thirteen - Consume

"Sex is emotion in motion."

-Mae West

Emma pressed herself tight to his body, loving the way the charms on his necklace dug into her skin, loving the way his chest hair scraped against her sensitive breasts. She moaned at the intensity of his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth greedily, smiling when he growled in response.

She pushed hastily at his pants, scratching his thighs as she raced to get them off. He helped as best he could without breaking their kiss, kicking them impatiently aside once they were at his ankles. She giggled when he pushed lightly against her shoulder and she easily flopped onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. She grinned at him as he waggled his eyebrows at her, an excited grin on his face.

His eyes were a dazzling blue, long lashes and black eyeliner framing them perfectly. His teeth flashed white with his grin, standing out against the dark stubble of his beard. His hair was a mess across his forehead, damp in places from the wine she'd pointlessly dumped on him. He looked every bit the dashing pirate he'd always claimed to be, his tongue sliding seductively across his lip as he stared at her. She took in the rest of him, her gaze sliding slowly down the beautiful expanse of skin before her, eyes drawn hungrily to his proudly erect cock. She couldn't help but lick her own lips in anticipation.

He was gorgeous, inside and out, and he was hers.

She bit down hard on her lip as her gaze swept back up that amazing body, connecting again with his electric blue gaze. She crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to her as she asked in a breathless voice, "Are you going to fuck me or what, Captain?"

He was on her in an instant, pressing her thighs wide as he settled between them, laughing darkly against her mouth. She couldn't help but giggle as he kissed her again, fingers scrabbling along her side, tickling her as he tried to find purchase. Then he was suddenly there, the tip of his cock pressing into her, stretching her delightfully. Her head dropped back, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of him.

He held himself above her, panting, causing tendrils of hair to waft around her face as he stared down at her. The mood shifted when she opened her eyes, her happy giggles ending when she saw the raw emotion on his face. Her heart began to race as the enormity of this moment hit her; this would change everything. There was no going back after this.

"Emma," he whispered and she heard his love for her woven into the syllables of her name. She stared up at him, completely entranced by the blue of his eyes. She couldn't move, couldn't think of anything but him.

He settled down on his forearms, still pressing just the tip of himself inside her. Once the length of his body was pressed tight against hers, he pulled his hips away from the cradle of her thighs. She sighed in disappointment at the loss of him, but then he was leaning down to kiss her chastely, sliding gently back into her, teasing her with his tip again and again.

He was taking his time, drawing this out to make it last, and she tamped down her raging desire to just have him fuck her senseless. They'd never get this moment back, never experience their first time together again and as much as she wanted him, needed him inside her, she forced herself to simply lay back and enjoy his restraint. It wasn't long before she was moving her hips up to meet his shallow thrusts, her body burning for more.

"Killian," she whimpered, begging him to just take her, to finally possess her in this last, most fundamental way. "Please."

"Emma," he whispered back, his hand tangling in her hair as he cupped the back of her head. She knew he wanted to say something profound and deep to acknowledge the importance of this moment, but the anticipation of what was to come overtook him. He stilled above her, the head of his cock stretching her, burning her as his arms trembled.

"I know," she finally whispered in between her kisses, telling him simply that he didn't need to say anything else just now, that she understood, and that she knew what he needed.

There was a moment, a beat where she saw every emotion he had for her in the blue of his eyes, her chest aching with the intensity of it all, and then he was flexing his hips, finally sliding into her body. They stilled against one another, his cock buried deep as they simply held each other.

"Okay?" he asked, his breath shaky and she nodded easily, biting her lip when he pulled back to slide out and then oh, so slowly push back in. She felt every ridge of his cock along her walls as he hit deeply inside her, her back arching involuntarily and a gasp of pure pleasure slipping from her mouth at the sensation.

"You feel bloody amazing, Emma," he whispered, his voice so full of awe that her heart clenched at the sound of it. Then he was leaning down to kiss her so reverently that tears gathered in the corner of her eyes, an appreciative moan slipping from her mouth into his.

This night was already above and beyond any sexual experience she'd ever had (seven orgasms in the past handful of hours...how was that even possible?), but finally being joined with him like this, feeling him tremble against her and hearing him breathe her name like a benediction was so beautiful she couldn't hold back her tears. He caught them on his fingertips, asking if she was okay, his hips stilling against her.

"I can't...you feel...God. Just don't stop. Please," she finally answered, hoping he understood what she needed. He kissed her tears away, slowly moving within her again, stealing her breath with each press of his hips into hers.

Soon it wasn't enough and she grasped his hips to stop him, her breath catching as his eyes blazed down at her. "Can I be on top?" she asked, giggling as he immediately rolled them at her request.

He lay happily beneath her as she settled on his lap, knees on either side of his hips. For a moment, she didn't move, simply stared down at him as she trailed her nails along the dark line of hair that covered his stomach. She loved the way her body covered his, loved how they were joined, connected between her thighs. When she looked up to find him staring at her, the emotion she saw was almost too much, her heart hurting with the beauty of it all.

He settled his hand on her thigh, his rings digging into her flesh when she finally began to move above him. She wanted to hear him pant and swear, to moan in ecstasy for her, so she leaned forward, pressing her hands to either side of his head as she rolled her hips with long, fluid movements.

"Emma," he ground out, his fingers pressing into her hips as she moved. She closed her eyes in appreciation of how he stretched her, how he hit that exact right spot inside her. She dipped her head to taste his pleasure, his mouth tight to hers as he bit dark curses into her lips.

"Fuck me, Killian," she whispered against his mouth, surprised at the agonized tone of her voice.

"I am, Swan," came his own tense reply, his voice so breathless her toes curled to hear it. That was because of her, her heart screamed, and she giggled happily.

"Well, then," she responded, pulling back to settle upright on his hips, hands pressed tight to his stomach as she smiled seductively down at him, "fuck me harder."

He growled, a devilishly handsome grin breaking across her face at the taunt. She squealed when he thrust up inside her, grasping her hip to keep her balance and then easily flipping her onto her back again. He was over her, holding her beneath him, sweat beading on his forehead as he picked up his rhythm, pushing her insistently toward her release.

"Be careful what you wish for, love," he promised darkly, his hand pulling her thigh up to rest on his hip as he pressed deeper with each harsh thrust inside her. Her body clenched in blissful agony as he again found that amazing spot that had her incoherent and breathless within seconds.

She couldn't move to match his thrusts any longer, stilling her hips to focus all of her energy on him. He was holding himself above her, staring down at the place where they were joined, watching himself slide in and out of her with obvious interest. He was biting his lip at the sight, cheeks flushed with exertion, and she'd never quite seen anything as gorgeous as Killian Jones fucking her. He grinned when he caught her staring at him, his eyes flicking down to take in the way her breasts jumped with each thrust into her body.

She gave him everything, reaching up to cradle his face in her hands as she revealed to him all that she'd held back from everyone else. There were no walls here, no more hiding as she trusted him with all that she had, all that she was. She could feel him taking over her very soul with each press of his body into hers, touching her so deeply that she could feel him against her womb.

"Killian," she whimpered, the pleasure he was giving her almost painful in its intensity.

"Okay?" He stilled against her, seeing something on her face that gave him pause. "Not too much?" She smiled, leaning up to kiss the vein that throbbed in his right temple as he held himself above her.

"Just right. Don't stop," she encouraged him.

"That, love, would be an impossibility," he groaned out, sliding deep inside her once again, holding himself there for a long moment before slipping back out on a sigh. Her back arched in contentment as he moved, hips meeting his as she enjoyed the exquisite slide of his body into hers.

He brought his mouth to hers again, kissing each sigh, each moan from her lips as he angled himself into her. The charms of his necklace were caught between them, digging into her, scratching her skin as he moved. She welcomed the pain, needing a counterpoint to the pleasure, something to keep her grounded before she completely lost her sanity to this moment, to him.

When he pulled back enough to slide his hand down between their bodies, she knew he must be close to his own release. He found her clit easily, her breath catching at the feel of his callused thumb sliding in her slick excitement. She closed her eyes, focusing everything she had on the feel of his hand, the feel of his cock hitting her so deeply, so perfectly.

"Come for me, Emma. Let me feel you," he pleaded, needing to make sure she found her release. It was the point of all this, after all.

She dug her fingers into his hips, encouraging him to keep his rhythm. She couldn't help the sobs of pleasure that burst forth from her as he moved. It was perfection, this dance, so good that it was almost too much.

When he leaned down to brush his lips against the shell of her ear and whispered, "Come for me, love," her release overtook her and she shattered around him. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her as she broke, could feel him as he lost all control, her body clenching around him in ecstasy.

The orgasm raged up from the soles of her feet, her toes curling as the pleasure raced through her limbs, her heart pounding with it. She could feel her magic humming in her veins, the white heat burning her, stealing her breath. She held onto him, her hands pulling him closer as they shook against each other. His cry was harsh in her ear, his teeth digging into her neck for a glorious moment as he came with her.

She'd never experienced anything so beautiful in her life. This was different, this was more than she'd ever dared to dream. Suddenly all the love poems, songs, and sappy romance novels made perfect sense to her. She got it, all of it, the love, the intensity, the perfect bliss that came from finding a love this deep and true. This wasn't just sex, it was love and it was messy and hard and intense and wonderful and hers.

Her body was weak beneath his as she came down, her limbs feeling like jelly, her breath caught in her throat as tears burned under her eyelids again. Killian was draped against her, having collapsed at some point into her body. When he made to move, she shook her head, squeezing his hips with what little energy she had left to keep him from leaving her.

"I'm crushing you, love," he whispered, his voice muffled against her neck.

"Don't care," she sighed back. They lay there, a tangle of limbs, bodies replete as the warm rays of the morning sun crept in through the blinds.

When Killian finally pulled away, gently extracting himself from her, she whimpered at the loss of him. He reached down to grab her phone and a blanket to cover their bodies, settling down on his side to face her. They lay there for several long, quiet moments, simply taking in the sight of the other, occasionally reaching out to trace a lip, a cheek, an eyelid.

"Emma?" he whispered so wistfully her heart trembled to hear it.

"Yeah?" She reached up to press her hand to his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw, the long column of his throat before she settled her palm against his heartbeat.

"I don't mean to alarm you, love, but I think we make quite the team." She laughed at that, a smile cracking her jaw as he grinned over at her. "And that, I do believe, was number eight."

Happy warmth spread through her body as they laughed together, his hand resting easily on her waist as he pulled her into him. She could feel the rocking of the ship beneath them, feel the warmth of his body around her, feel his heart beating under her palm and she knew complete contentment.

The incubus was dead, there was no doubt in her mind. She didn't need Regina to send any texts to confirm what she instinctively knew in the very marrow of her bones.

"How long do you think we have before Regina takes us back home?" she asked him.

"Not sure," he sighed, pressing a kiss into her hair. "We should get up soon, find our clothes and put ourselves to rights."

"I don't want to move," she whispered, snuggling closer against him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. He threaded his hand through her hair, holding her to him. "When we go back, do you think it will be different?"

"Different?" he asked as his hand slipped down the back of her neck, his fingers lazily tracing her spine.

"Between us, I mean. Now that we've..." She paused, blushing fiercely, all the words she could think of seeming suddenly inadequate to explain the moments they'd shared.

"Now that we've fucked, love?" He chuckled, pulling back enough to see the blush on her cheeks before pressing a kiss to her nose and wrapping her up in his arms again.

"Well, yeah," she mumbled against his neck, sighing when his hand brushed down over the curve of her ass.

"Of course it will be different," he said, all trace of his laughter gone, "but in the best possible way. I've waited so long to have you, Emma, and now that I have, I'll never be the same. Everything I am, everything I have, belongs to you. You own my heart and that fact, it changes... well, everything, love."

Her heart stopped at his words, her body tensing into his almost imperceptibly. It was as close to him saying he loved her without him actually saying it and as was her way, she had to question, had to press to make sure this was truly what he wanted.

It was so hard for her to simply...believe.

"And you're okay with that? With your life changing so drastically, so quickly?"

"You've been changing my life since the moment I met you, Emma. You give me hope that I might actually have found a happy ending." She pulled back at that, thinking of Regina and how she'd lost her happy ending with Robin. He was her true love and yet, they weren't together, partially because of Emma, and she couldn't help but think that it was entirely too easy for her to expect to escape a similar fate.

He sensed her hesitation, his mouth opening to say something to soothe her, no doubt, when her phone beeped to signal that she'd received a text. She slid back from him, staring into his deep blue eyes, an apologetic smile on her lips. He reached out, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

"I suppose that means we'll need to leave soon."

"Aye."

"Killian, I - " She started to tell him what was in her heart, the fear and the love, but he silenced her.

"Not now, love, not here. Just promise me we'll talk once we're settled back in Storybrooke and we know what's truly going on. No matter what we find out, we need to talk. We need to decide our future."

He reached down to her phone, not waiting for her to agree to his request, and passing it to her. She beamed up at him when she saw the picture that Regina had included with her text, the sphere completely filled with a bright white light now.

"Amazing," he whispered, smiling as he looked at the picture. She looked back to the phone, reading Regina's text.

'It's finished. The incubus is dead. You better be decent when I bring you back here or you'll never hear the end of it. Fifteen minutes.'

She passed the phone to Killian so he could read the message as well, sliding off the bed in search of her clothes. As she stood, she felt his seed slip down her leg and it gave her pause. The intimacy of their shared moment was over, but there was something comforting in the thought that she carried a part of him with her even now (and would for the next nine months if what she suspected was true).

She dressed and made herself presentable, dreading the moment when Regina returned them to Storybrooke. Not only was she going to have to look both of her parents in the eyes knowing that they knew what she'd been up to all night, but her time with Killian was over.

Get over it, she told herself, it's not as if they'd never be together again or that their relationship was suddenly over. If anything, after last night, they were more solidified as a couple than ever. It was just...they'd never have this night again, this sweet and intense first time.

She ran her hands through her hair, turning back to watch as Killian shrugged into his own shirt, pants still open and low on his hips. She stepped up to him, reaching down to help button his shirt. He stopped to watch her, a companionable silence surrounding them as she worked. Once she'd finished, he tucked the shirt into his pants, dropping his hand to her waist as she moved next to his vest. When she'd finished that, she quickly buttoned his pants, allowing him to slide the zipper into place himself as she reached over to grab her phone from where they'd left it. After checking the time, she shoved it into her back pocket, turning back to find that Killian was standing right behind her.

He swept her up into his arms, his lips easily finding hers, his momentum pressing her back a step or two. When he finally pulled back, she was breathless from the intensity of his kiss, her lips feeling bruised and well used.

"How much time do we have left?" he asked, his voice shaking, his hand holding her head to his.

"Five more minutes."

"Good," he growled, bringing his mouth to hers again, swaying softly as he tasted her once more. She grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, holding onto him as she savored him, her heart racing as she felt him grow hard against her again.

"Killian," she whispered against his mouth. "We'll be in the company of others soon."

"I know. I'm just not ready to let go of you yet." She pulled back, resting her hands on his chest as she smiled up at him.

"Thank you."

"For what, love?"

"For helping me, for saving me."

"You don't need to thank me for that, Emma. It was my pleasure." She snorted at that, rolling her eyes, but doing nothing to stop the grin that broke out across her face. He grinned with her, but then it slowly slid away as he stared intently down at her.

"What?" she asked him.

"It's been a long while since I've been this happy. And the idea that you could be, that we could be..." His voice trailed off, the wonder in his eyes almost more than she could bear. She leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"When we get back, just remember, it's you and me now. We're a team and nothing comes between us. Deal?"

"Deal," he agreed, leaning down to bump his nose against hers before pulling her tight into him, his mouth easily finding hers again.

When he finally pulled back and she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to realize they were no longer on the ship, but were standing in the middle of her parent's loft instead. Killian seemed to realize it at the same moment, his eyes widening in surprise. She stepped away from him slightly, but reached down to grasp his hand with hers, not ready to be separated from him just yet.

She looked around the room, seeing her parents in the kitchen and Regina in the living room, dusting her hands against her pants as if bringing them back had dirtied her palms. Elsa and Henry were nowhere to be seen, but perhaps her parents had sent them to Granny's for breakfast to allow them all some privacy.

As they stood in the awkward silence of the room, Emma felt her stomach clench with dread. Something was terribly wrong. She could feel it in the tense air, see it in the way Regina and her parents were holding themselves. Killian sensed it as well, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her waist in support.

"Emma," Mary Margaret said as she stepped forward, her voice soft with warning. "We have a lot to tell you."