Disclaimer: See full disclaimer in Chapter 1. I own no characters or settings and am making no money.
AN: A few people asked for this, and in all honesty, I was considering it already. M. Definitely M. It's basically just smut, so if that's not your thing just let the story end in the last chapter. Otherwise, enjoy! (It's probably not my best lemon ever, but I'm fairly happy with it.)
Stars
By Lady Callista
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"I love you more than there are stars in the sky."
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Epilogue:
They were both breathless when the kiss ended.
Killian had nudged her closer to the wall as they kissed, his arms coming up to cage her in as his hips pressed into her. "What do you want tonight, love?"
"You said you dreamed of us here." Emma murmured, sliding her hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck. "Which dream do you want right now?"
His eyes heated even further, hints of something dark and thrilling passing through them and Emma couldn't stop herself from gasping at the heat that rolled through her as she watched a look of hunger pass over his face. Yet the next second something else passed through his eyes and they flicked away from her. "There are so many to choose from."
Emma smirked as she realized the only reason he would look away was if he had a dream he didn't think she'd want. But she wanted everything with him. She dropped one of her hands down to take not his hand, but his hook. "What do you want, Captain?"
His entire body stiffened as she practically purred the words even as she brought their joined limbs up to eye level and ran her fingers over the curve of his hook. She'd called him Hook often enough before, but almost never captain, and he felt his hand clench as he realized how deliberately she had said it. He could feel how close his control was to snapping, and it seemed like that was exactly what she wanted. One of the first fantasies he'd ever had of her flicked into his mind as it had moments ago, a dream he'd had even before he had begun to fall in love with her.
Killian leaned in close to her, using his entire body to press her lightly into the wall even as his lips ghosted up her neck to murmur hotly in her ear, "Do you know what you're asking for, lass?"
"I've dreamed of it too, you know."
The words were barely a whisper yet they roared through his mind and body. Killian pressed her harder into the wall as his lips crashed down on hers, kissing her deeper and more passionately than he ever had before. Barely an hour had passed since he thought he would lose her forever, and he could feel in the frantic way her hands roamed over him that she needed this as much as he did. An instant before his control snapped he broke the kiss, breathing hard as he trailed his lips over her neck.
Emma gasped for breath as he murmured that he loved her a moment later, his lips hot against her ear. His voice was deeper than normal, his accent stronger, and as always just that sent a thrill running through her veins.
"As long as you call me captain, that's who I'll be."
Emma realized what he was saying when his eyes locked with hers, realized that as much as he had dreamed of this he was still just a bit hesitant, worried about pushing her too far or hurting her. As much as she had loved the sweet, tender man who had made love to her last night however, that hadn't been how her fantasies had been in the beginning. "Aye aye, Captain."
She felt him shudder against her, just for a second, and then he pushed away and turned his back to her, slowly walking the half dozen steps across the room to his desk.
Emma watched him in confusion, watched as she saw him take a deep breath before his shoulders squared and he spun around abruptly, leaning back against the desk as he smirked cockily at her, his eyes burning into her. Her breath caught at the transformation.
"Strip."
Normally the commanding tone in his voice would have pissed her off, but at the moment it only made her hotter. Her jacket was off before she could even think about it, her top following a second later.
"A bit more slowly, lass, give a man a moment to appreciate."
His voice was even more gravely than it had been a minute ago, and she saw the hint of challenge in his eyes, saw the lust and stark desire she had expected the first time. Emma smirked back at him before moving a few steps to the side, propping one foot up on a chair and leaning down to unzip her boot. She made sure her ass was facing him as she did it.
Killian watched as she did the same with the other boot, reaching down to loosen the laces of his leather pants as she began to slip off her skin tight pants. He was already rock hard when she turned to face him wearing only two scraps of silk that were the same color as her eyes.
Emma took a few steps closer to him then, holding his eyes as she began to run her hands up and down her sides, watching his eyes turn damn near black as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra and drop it on the floor at his feet. Her panties followed suit, and she could already feel her body tingling. She wanted so much for him to touch her.
Killian let his eyes roam her body slowly, loving how her skin glowed in the candlelight even more than it had in the moonlight the night before. Her eyes were already hot, her body trembling slightly, and when he finally reached out it was to run the tip of his hook between her breasts with just the barest hint of pressure. His eyes flew up to hers as she gasped shakily, but it was clear at once the reaction had been a good one.
Emma felt his hand come to her hip, fingers briefly feathering over the warm flash before it slid around to the small of her back as he drew her into the space between his legs. His lips closed over one of her nipples as the curve of his hook ran over the other, and the contrast of hot and cold sent a flash of heat straight to her core. His arm around her was the only thing that kept her knees from buckling. She made a protesting sound when he drew back after only a minute or so.
Killian chuckled as he ran the curve of the hook down her stomach and between her legs in a light, flitting touch, and this time when he felt her legs shake he slid his hand around to her hip. "Patience, lass." He husked as he nipped at her breast, feeling her hips trying to follow his hook and setting it carefully on her other hip before pulling back with a wicked smirk.
Emma almost dropped to her knees, assuming that was what he would want, and was instead surprised when he used his grip on her hips to trade places with her, sitting her up on the desk and falling to his own knees instead.
Killian nipped at her inner thigh as he settled her legs over his shoulders, inhaling deeply as his eyes flicked up to see the surprise in her own. He chuckled again before leaning forward and burying his face in her warm depths.
He didn't just latch on to her clit, as the few one night stands who had ever done this had, but took his time, kissing and nipping all around her opening as his fingers traced random patterns on one thigh while the coolness of his hook slid back and forth over the other. She lost all track of time as he drove her higher and higher, her hands braced behind her on the desk as she panted and moaned. She should have known he'd be amazing at this.
Emma gasped when he began kissing her as deeply as he had her lips earlier, one hand flying to the back of his head as she felt his fingers sliding into her, felt the first fluttering of her walls even as the heat in her core and chest built to nearly a flashpoint.
When he abruptly pulled back, withdrawing both his mouth and fingers at the same time, she almost screamed in frustration. "Damn you."
Killian chuckled darkly at the look on her face, watching with fascination the way her body trembled, her hips still pulsing up against empty air. The instant she reached down to take matters into her own hands, he pinned both her hands to the desk. "Patience, lass."
"Patience, my ass." She huffed, her breathing still heavy, her hips still stuttering uselessly.
"What an intriguing idea."
Before Emma could gather her thoughts, before she could even guess at what he was talking about, he'd risen to his feet in one fluid movement and spun her around to face the desk, his hips trapping her against it. His fingers trailed around to her chest, all too briefly tweaking each peaked nipple before sliding his hand back around to squeeze her ass.
Emma froze as she realized what she had said, her thoughts flying nervously as his hips pulled back just far enough for his fingers to slide back and forth between her cheeks. "Killian."
Killian stopped at once, realizing the problem. He dropped his hand to her hip, placing soft, slow kisses up her spine as he leaned up to whisper in her ear. "I think you've mistaken my meaning, love. I had dreamed of finishing this against the wall, but I rather like the image you make spread over my desk."
When he felt her immediately relax he spun her around again and set her back on the desk, kissing her softly before dropping back to his knees. The softness of a moment ago was gone from his voice as he commanded, "You are not to come until I say you can, understood?"
"Yes, Captain."
This time he teased her with the curve of the hook first, the cool metal on her bundle of nerves one of the strangest but most tantalizing things she had ever felt. Emma felt him building her up again, this time unbelievably quickly, her entire body tingling as his mouth and fingers again worked their magic. This time when he pulled back just before she exploded, she could only tremble and gasp out, "Please."
"That's a good lass." He had intended not to let her fall until he was inside her, but at the breathless plea, something he'd never thought to hear from Emma, he leaned back in, his fingers pumping into her even as the curve of his hook rubbed over her clit. "Let go for me."
Emma came with a scream the instant the words left his mouth, the multiple build-ups causing what was probably the most explosive orgasm she had ever had. Her entire body tingled and tightened as the wave of pleasure just went on and on.
Killian watched her in awe for a long moment as she trembled and moaned, his hook still firm on her clit as he dropped his hand down to his own pants, finishing opening them and pulling himself out. The instant every muscle in her body relaxed he rose to his feet, turning her limp body over to rest on the desk, her feet on the floor, giving himself a few hard strokes before he lined himself up. "I'm going to fuck you now, lass."
"Gods yes." Her voice was still completely blissed out, but Emma couldn't bring herself to care.
He jerked his hips forward immediately, not quite slamming into her but not being particularly gentle either. He felt her spasm around him at once, letting out a low groan that matched the one he heard tear out of her throat. Before he could even wonder if it was pleasure or pain she was gripping the far edge of the desk and using the leverage to push herself back against him. She was so wet, warm and tight around him, and he let out a loud moan as he gripped her hip tightly, shifting his knees slightly to spread her further and growling at how deeply he could penetrate her from this angle.
He set a fast, almost brutal pace, withdrawing almost fully only to crash back into her, knowing he wouldn't last long at this amazing angle, especially given how hard he'd been the entire time he teased her, but he wanted more than anything to see her fall one more time. "Touch yourself, love. Want to feel you come around me."
Her fingers drifted down at once, and as she did as he asked Killian leaned forward, bracing a hand on the desk to change his angle slightly. He heard her breathing hitch as he hit the spot he was searching for after a second slight shift, and a moment later she clenched around him, shaking with a pleasure that almost bordered on pain as she came again, harder even that the first time. It only took a few more hard, deep strokes for him to join her in bliss with a long, low roar of her name. He collapsed over her back and the room went silent except for their panting breaths.
"Are you alright, love?" Killian asked softly after a long moment, trailing kisses over her shoulder blades and neck as she lay motionless below him, both of them still twitching slightly.
"Please tell me that wasn't a one time thing."
He huffed out a laugh as he found the strength to push himself up, pulling out of her with a soft sigh, letting his fingers coast up and down her back. "That's up to you."
"That was so fucking hot."
He chuckled again, hand and hook coasting over her sides as he dropped a kiss on the small of her back. "Is that more like what you were expecting last night?"
"Yes, but…" Still half blissed out, Emma heard something in his tone that made her push herself up, turning enough to see his face. Her legs still weren't steady enough to support her, and she settled back on the desk, reaching out to pull him as close as she could. "Last night was incredible, Killian. I'm sorry I didn't let you finish it the way you wanted, but…"
"I told you it's alright, Emma." He said softly, pulling her into his arms and feeling her own wrap around him.
"The way you were looking at me, the way you touched me, I'd never…" She dropped her head to his chest for a long second before meeting his eyes again. "I forgot how it could be until you showed me, and it was almost overwhelming."
"I didn't mean it to be." He said gently, sliding his hand up to cup her cheek. "I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but I didn't think you were ready for that, so I tried to show you instead."
"You did." Emma whispered as she leaned her cheek into his gentle caress. "Will you do something for me now?"
"Anything you like."
"Strip." Emma smirked at him as she said the word in the same tone of voice he had earlier, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "This time I want to make love to you."
Killian smiled at her as he pulled his shirt over his head one handed, freeing his right arm easily before carefully pulling the other sleeve down over the brace and hook. His eyes flicked to it before meeting hers again, the question in them clear.
"Leave it on."
He nodded, leaning in to kiss her softly before moving over to the bed, sitting down to remove his boots.
Emma let her eyes roam over his body as he slowly revealed all of it to her in the soft glow of the lanterns and candles that still flickered around the room. She'd hardly gotten to touch him the night before, had barely seen him in the darkness, and he had focused all the attention on her. He had kissed and stroked every inch of her and that heat was already growing in her stomach again as she imagined doing the same to him.
When he was are bare as she he sat back on the bed, holding out a hand to her, the blunt desire and heat from earlier replaced with something softer but no less intense. Emma slipped across the room and knelt in front of him, nails gliding up his thighs as she leaned in to kiss his chest, the low bed putting her at a perfect height. She let her nails slide up his slightly rounded stomach to his chest, scratching through the wiry hair he always had on display.
Killian let out a soft sigh as her hands glided over him, her lips moving to one of his nipples even as her hair tickled over his thighs and cock, which was already twitching in renewed interest.
"Do you know what we call this in this world?" Emma breathed into his skin as her fingers and then lips trailed lower and lower down his abs, tracing that thinning line of dark hair even as her other hand continued to toy with an already peaked nipple.
"I'm not sure I know my own name at the mo..." Killian breathed out shakily, cutting off with a harsh gasp as her lips closed around his still mostly soft shaft. It was almost too soon, almost too much, but she was gentle, simply using her hand to slide him into her mouth. He didn't think he'd ever had a woman do this when he wasn't already hard, and the feeling was different but incredible.
She released him after a moment, kissing her way back up the surprising soft hair to just above his belly button before swirling her tongue around it. "We call this a treasure trail."
"Hmmm…." He hummed softly as she smoothed both her hands down along his hips, her mouth still playing maddeningly along his stomach. When she licked along his abs he gasped, his hand flying to the back of her head without thought. "A perfect name, I think." He managed when he could speak again.
"I thought you'd like that one." Emma grinned as she took him in her mouth again, nails trailing a little more firmly down his thighs this time. He was already hardening in her mouth, and she continued to tease him lightly as she let her hands explore further.
Killian let himself lay back as she explored him as he had her the night before, and gradually their positions shifted until he lay fully on the narrow bunk with her kneeling over him. She'd pushed his arms up over his head when they shifted, telling him to stay that way, and it was a delightful torture to simply lie back and let her have her way with him. Captain Hook had always been the one in control, but Killian didn't have to be, and there was something so cathartic about simply letting her stoke the fire roaring through him higher and higher.
It was easier than he'd thought it would be to remain still, to keep himself from reaching for her and touching her as he wanted, but there was no way he could keep silent. "Gods love, you're astounding."
Emma grinned into his chest as he kept up a soft murmur of words in a wrecked, gravely voice, the words wrapping around her and turning her on even more than his body's reactions were.
By the time she'd kissed and caressed every inch of him he was rock hard again, no longer relaxed beneath her gentle ministrations but tense and aching. It had taken every remaining shred of willpower he had to keep his hands still, to let her have her way with him. When she leaned down to finally kiss his lips again he couldn't stop himself from murmuring, "Please love, let me touch you now."
She kissed him softly then, barely a whisper, before leaning up over him to grasp him by hand and hook. The orbs of her breasts dangled over his face and he drew one into his mouth, sucking at her softly until she moaned for him. Then she was pulling back, and he let her go, sitting up gratefully as she pulled him with her.
Their chests pressed together softly as their arms wrapped around each other, and this time the kiss was long and deep. Emma still knelt over his lap, and even as they continued kissing, hands sliding over each other, she lifted herself up over his core, using one of her hands to position him right at her opening.
This time she was the one who drew back from the kiss, the one who cupped his cheek softly and waited for his eyes to open before she slid down and joined them together.
Killian rested his hook at the small of her back as she rocked slowly against him, his fingers playing over her chest as they held eye contact, the position even more intimate than the night before. There was no fear or nervousness in her eyes tonight however, nothing but love and pleasure shown in their green depths as he slid his legs up until his feet rested on the bed so he could rock up against her. "I love you so much, Emma."
"I love you too." She whispered back, finally breaking eye contact to kiss him deeply.
They didn't speed up, didn't speak again, just continued to kiss, to slide hands over burning skin as they rocked slowly together. Emma stopped kissing him as she felt herself about to fly again, meeting his eyes one last time, seeing all the love practically overflowing in those cerulean orbs and knowing he was seeing the same from her as they let go together and cried their ecstasy to the stars.
THE END