The door to Emma and Killian Jones's house slammed open as Killian pressed his wife up against it.
"Killian," she protested mildly, "we didn't have to leave Mom and Dad's the second I told you I might be ovulating."
"Then you shouldn't have bitten my earlobe and stuck your tongue into my ear when you told me, you minx!"
Emma's giggles turned into moans of pleasure as he sucked on her pulse point, then hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around him.
While they had been enjoying a pleasant afternoon at the farm with her parents and little brother, Neal, the fertility app on her phone signaled the probability that Emma was ovulating.
Having decided soon after Henry left on his own adventure that they wanted to have a baby together, Emma and Killian had begun to actively attempt to get pregnant.
Very actively.
They had discussed having a baby soon after they were married, but Emma was hesitant because she didn't want to make Henry feel like she was trying to replace the years she'd lost with him, like her mother had done to her in the Echo Caves. Now, the timing seemed right to both of them.
Which led them to their current situation. Killian was struggling to get up the stairs in their house with his wife wrapped around him, while she did her best to reach the back of his throat with her tongue.
When he finally burst through their bedroom door, he staggered over to their bed and deposited Emma onto it. Wasting no time, he grabbed the back of his button-down shirt and yanked it over his head. As his skin was bared to her, Emma's eyes darkened with desire and she reached up to flatten her hands to his hair-covered pecs, then slid them down to his belt. Her fingers fumbled in her haste to rid him of his jeans, and gain access to his already hardened cock.
Killian chuckled at her grumbled curses, but his laughter was cut short as she reached her prize and squeezed him with both hands. "Swan! Warn a man before you do that!" he playfully admonished.
She pushed off the bed with both feet and flipped their positions so she was on top, straddling him.
"I would have thought," she panted, pausing to lean down and lick a stripe across his collarbone, "the fact I was," another lick, "unzipping your pants," she bit down, "would've tipped you off."
"I may have been distracted, Love," he murmured, reaching behind her to grasp the hem of her blouse and starting to drag it up her back. She obliged by quickly pulling it off and tossing it behind her.
"Mmm, what distracted you?" she asked, beginning to lightly rut against him, while blowing hot breaths into his ear.
"The scent of your arousal." The gravelly growl of his sinful words caused more heat to gather between her thighs. "You're wet for me already, aren't you?"
"So wet," she breathed. "Do you want a taste?"
He pressed his nose into the hollow of her throat, then licked at the sweat that was already gathering there. "I thought we had an objective in mind?"
"Doesn't mean we can't have some fun first," she teased. "Unless you'd rather just move on to the main event…"
"I will never," he paused to reverse their positions on the bed once again, "pass up the opportunity to drink your sweet nectar when you offer it to me!"
As he began to move down her body, she swiftly unfastened her bra and slid it off. He hummed his approval, licking down through the valley between her breasts, then running his tongue underneath each of them. Goosebumps erupted on her flesh as he lightly skimmed his lips over her taut nipples, before continuing downwards, stopping to dip the tip of his tongue into her bellybutton.
She managed to push her leggings and underwear over her hips as he pulled off both of their boots, then finished removing her clothes, along with his jeans and boxers. He took a moment to admire the sight of his wanton love spread out before him on their bed, her eyes closed as her fingers plucked at her nipples, a deep flush spreading across her chest and up her slender throat.
He momentarily debated whether or not to divest himself of his prosthesis, and finally decided to remove it. He shrugged out of the halter, thankful that it was much easier to remove than his old brace; then using his hand and wrist, he spread Emma's legs apart and dropped to his knees at the end of the bed. Wrapping his arms around her knees, he pulled her down the mattress towards him.
His eyes closed as he inhaled her scent, and he pressed the flat of his tongue against her core. Instantly, her taste burst on his tongue and he moaned, sending vibrations through her body.
"Killian!" she gasped, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair, urging his face closer to where she was burning for his attention.
"Gods, Emma!" he groaned. "You are drenched!"
"That's...that's what you do to me," she whimpered. She widened her legs and pressed on the back of his head once again. "Pleeease…"
Something about hearing her beg brought out a feral instinct in him, and he growled before slowly and deliberately dragging his tongue from core to clit. Her legs trembled, and he looked up to see her rolling her head from side to side. He used his fingers to spread her folds apart, then pushed his tongue inside her over and over, feeling her coil tighter with each thrust. Moving his left arm across her belly to hold her still, he slid two fingers into her quivering center and curled them, stroking what he knew to be exactly the right spot. At the same time, he moved his mouth to suck on her bundle of nerves.
She shattered, and he greedily sucked up her juices, continuing to slowly pump his fingers in and out to prolong her enjoyment. When she finally started to come to her senses, he encouraged her to scoot up the bed, then he moved over her, leaving sweet kisses on her body as he went.
"Do you understand how much I love your taste, Darling?" he whispered in her ear. He rubbed his glistening fingers across her bottom lip and she instinctively ran her tongue over it, shivering when she tasted her own tang.
"Don't you ever get tired of doing that?" she panted.
"I can't imagine ever tiring of bringing you pleasure, especially when it's such a treat for me as well," he chuckled, slowly licking his fingers clean. "Are you saying you want me to stop?"
"Oh, hell no!" she responded quickly, causing him to laugh again.
"Shall we move onto the main event, as you so eloquently phrased it?"
She giggled and reached around to grab his ass with both hands, squeezing it firmly. "Ready when you are, Captain!" She could feel just how ready he was as his hard length pressed against her stomach.
He nuzzled into her neck. "No one calls me that anymore, Swan."
She reached up to cradle his face between her hands and tilted it so she could look into his eyes. "That's because you've worked hard to change, and they don't want you to think they consider you to be the villainous Captain Hook anymore. But you can captain my ship anytime," she smirked.
"In that case…" he put some space between their bodies by propping himself up on his forearms, "you can be my navigator!"
She let out a peal of laughter and slid her hands down to grip his shaft, rubbing her hands up and down it, a velvety softness encasing steel. After she stroked him several times, she guided him to her aching center, which was more than ready to receive him.
Both of them groaned as he slowly pushed into her. Regardless of how many times they'd brought their bodies together to show their love for one another over the years, it always felt amazing.
He reached his full depth and took a few moments to enjoy the feeling of being buried in the warmth of his wife. When she dug her fingers into his hips as a silent plea, he slowly pulled out, then pushed back in just as deliberately to completely coat himself in her arousal.
"How do you want it, my love?" he murmured into her ear. "Hard and fast, or slow and sensual?"
"You're the captain," she quipped. "You make the call."
"As you wish," he smirked. He dragged himself out until just the head of his cock remained within her and teased her by pushing in slightly then pulling back several times. Then he hooked his arms under her legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, before plunging into her in one swift and mighty stroke.
The effect was immediate. Her breath completely left her and she fisted the sheets tightly in her hands, trying to anchor herself amid the rising storm he was creating. She couldn't form coherent words as he continued to thrust at a dizzying speed, forcing gasps and moans out of her mouth.
He quickly shifted onto his knees, raising her hips off the bed in the process. The new angle helped him hit a new, highly sensitive spot within her and she keened her approval. Her walls tightened around him and she came hard, with spots of color popping behind her eyelids.
His movements stuttered for a few seconds before he continued with the pace he had set, leaving her breathless as she worked through the pleasure of one orgasm and headed toward another.
She forced her eyes open to see the strained but highly aroused look on his face. Sweat was running down his temples and his teeth were gritted tightly. He locked eyes with her and the love she saw in their blue depths took her breath away.
"Close...Emma...so...close…" he bit out between sharp snaps of his hips.
"Yes, Killian! Let go!"
And he did, taking her with him as he flew into a state of ecstasy. She could feel his hot release filling her as she spasmed and dropped her legs from his shoulders, then pulled his spent body down on top of hers.
His face was buried between her breasts while he tried to catch his breath, his sweat mingling with hers and both of their bodies heaving.
Finally, she regained enough energy to wrap her arms around his shoulders. "You okay, Babe?"
"Aye," came his muffled answer, before he lifted his head and rested his chin on her sternum. "I think I quite like this plan to make a baby, Swan," he grinned.
"Mmmm...so do I," she agreed, sifting her fingers through his damp hair. "Do you think we were successful?"
"Time will tell."
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Two weeks later, they got their answer.
"Are you terribly disappointed, Darling?" Killian asked when the little stick clearly said 'not pregnant'.
"Not really. I know sometimes it takes a while to get pregnant. How about you?"
"As excited as I will be when we are finally successful, I've proven myself to be a patient man."
"Well, you know what they say - if at first you don't succeed, try, try again!"
Killian heaved a dramatic sigh. "At your insistence, I suppose I shall have to bear the burden of continuing to try to impregnate you, Swan!"
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The next four months passed with the same results, despite their best efforts. Soon, all of their friends and family were beginning to suspect what was going on with the couple since they were constantly disappearing, or not leaving their home for a couple of days at a time.
No matter where they were when Emma's app announced she was ovulating, the couple found the first convenient, and sometimes inconvenient, place to copulate. Once, they almost got caught at the police station when Killian had Emma bent over her desk, taking her from behind. Fortunately, Tom Clarke sneezed loudly when he arrived to report a shoplifting at his drugstore, which gave Killian time to slide out of his wife and duck under the desk. Emma quickly yanked her pants up and plopped down into her chair, then scooted it in so fast, her husband couldn't scramble out of the way. Emma was glad Tom chose that moment to blow his nose, so he was unable to hear her husband's curse of "bloody hell" when her knee accidentally collided with his face.
Another time, Killian was helping David on the farm while Emma was on morning patrol. She knew it was time for her father to take her little brother to kindergarten when she pulled the police car up in front of the barn and jumped out. Killian was pitching fresh straw into the horse's stall and turned as he heard the rolling barn door slam shut. Before he could react, he was tackled into the soft bedding by his wife.
"Swan, what…" he stuttered, then gasped as she quickly unzipped his jeans and reached inside to wrap her hand around his softened cock, which immediately began to swell as a result of her strokes.
"Hurry, Killian! My app just went off and Dad will be back in less than ten minutes!"
Killian was glad to oblige, though he usually liked to work her up with his extensive use of foreplay. He was barely hard enough when she yanked her jeans and underwear down, not even removing them completely.
"Let me get you a blanket to lay on, Love," he said, glancing around.
"No time!" she exclaimed, pulling him down on top of her and fumbling between them to line him up.
They came together in a frenzy, Killian plunging into her over and over while Emma squeezed his ass, encouraging him with her pleas of, "Faster! Harder!"
When David got home, he was sure he didn't want to know why Emma was peeling out of his driveway, throwing gravel and appearing to be plucking straw out of her hair.
One evening, Emma and Killian were supposed to meet their entire family at Granny's for dinner. Regina had called Mary Margaret to let her know she'd be a little late because a meeting had gone on longer than expected. When she arrived, she scanned the group of people and commented, "I thought everyone would be here by now. Where's the princess and her pirate?"
The adults all looked at each other, until finally, Mary Margaret hesitantly said, "I think they might be," she stopped and glanced at young Neal and Gideon, "making pancakes."
"Why would they have pancakes right before they come to dinner with us?" Neal piped up.
Regina rolled her eyes and snarked, "Seriously? The two of them are like rabbits!"
"Why? Do rabbits like to eat pancakes, too?" Gideon asked.
Gold glared at Regina as he answered, "Yes, son. They're like rabbits because they like to eat pancakes."
Right on cue, Emma and Killian burst through the door of the diner. "Sorry we're late," Emma apologized, her face flushed with color. Her eyes darted around the table and took in the knowing looks everyone had on their faces.
Killian also recognized the expressions and threw a smirk at his father-in-law, who rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation.
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When the negative sign appeared on the test stick during the fifth month of their endeavors, Killian began to sense the disappointment becoming more pronounced in his wife.
"Are you alright, Love?" he asked, rubbing his hand across her shoulders.
"Go figure that I got pregnant by accident after being with Neal a handful of times, but now I can't conceive with my True Love, no matter how many times we try," she replied bitterly. "Maybe I'm just too old."
"Nonsense, my love. If anyone is too old, it would be me. Perhaps there's an expiration date on sperm after two hundred years."
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and managed to give him a small smile. "I doubt that."
"Nevertheless, maybe it would behoove me to visit Dr. Whale for an exam."
"I think it would probably be a good idea for both of us to have a physical, actually."
After the physicals and resulting tests revealed both Emma and Killian were perfectly healthy, with no reason to prevent them from conceiving, the couple decided to just relax and enjoy their continued efforts.
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Storybrooke had been fairly quiet and curse-free for several years, and the sheriff's office rarely got calls that required anything more than breaking up a spat between the dwarves, or coaxing a cat out of a tree where Pongo had chased it. Since Killian was now a deputy with the department, he and his wife, the sheriff, often had plenty of extra time on their hands.
Which is how they found themselves inside the police cruiser, parked in the middle of a secluded woods on the outskirts of town one day.
"Swan," Killian gasped, "Aren't you afraid we'll get caught?"
"Who the hell would come out to these woods when it's a gazillion degrees below zero? Besides," she added, working to push his unfastened jeans past his hips, "I would think a pirate would welcome the danger!"
He growled as she smirked at him, lifting up so she could finish the task of freeing him from his confining clothing. It wasn't an easy thing to do, since they were crammed together tightly in the back seat of the car.
"I should've worn a damn skirt today," she panted, struggling to shove her own pants down her legs. Killian compounded the difficulty factor by sucking her right nipple into his mouth after he lifted her sweater and bra above her breasts, then sliding his hand down her body.
"Gods, Emma! Have you been this wet the whole time we've been patrolling?" he asked as soon as his fingers dipped between her thighs to find her slick and hot.
"Not...not the whole time. Just...since you ate that...greasy burger and kept...licking your fingers," she choked out, while he plunged his fingers in and out of her.
"Mmmm, looks like I'll have another reason to lick them," he quipped.
"Okay, but you know...I won't get pregnant from...your fingers!"
He chuckled darkly and removed his digits, stopping to tweak her clit before he moved his hand to her hip. "In that case, lift up for me, Darling."
Emma reached behind herself to twist her fingers into the openings of the cage dividing the back seat from the front of the cruiser. She managed to plant her knees on either side of him on the seat and pushed up enough for him to maneuver underneath her.
He slid his hand between them to grasp his cock, and began to rub the tip of it through her folds, collecting her arousal to lubricate himself.
"Killian, just get inside me already!" she commanded.
"So demanding!" he grinned, then positioned himself at her entrance. "Sink down, my love."
She did as told, and they took a few moments to adjust themselves on the seat until it was comfortable for both of them. Emma arched her back and began to ride him with abandon, while Killian thrust up into her the best he could in his cramped position.
Soon the car was filled with the sounds of their moans, accompanied by skin slapping wetly against skin, as the intoxicating smell of sex permeated the steamy interior.
When she felt his movements starting to become erratic, she uncurled her fingers from the wire and twisted one hand into his hair, while the other slid through the condensation on the window, trying to find something solid to hold onto.
"Emma...Emma...Emma," he chanted between clenched teeth. "Come...for me...Love!"
"Almost...there!" She bounced in his lap a half dozen more times, then screamed out her release.
Killian gripped her hips with his hand and hook, keeping her tight against him as he kept rutting until his orgasm overtook him and he poured his seed into her depths.
She dropped her head to his shoulder. "My knees are gonna kill me tomorrow," she complained.
He chuckled. "Well, let's hope your pain is worth it."
"Do you think our child would really appreciate knowing that he or she was conceived in the back of the squad car, in the middle of a woods during the dead of winter?"
"I think it would make for a lovely tale!" he smirked.
But at the end of the month, their hopes were dashed once again.
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Killian had gotten used to the notifications that went off on Emma's phone, alerting them to the fact that she was ovulating. He knew it would mean an increase in their sexual activity, though their sex life was more than satisfying even when she wasn't likely to get pregnant.
One morning, about ten months after she'd installed the app, Killian realized he hadn't heard the familiar signal. He also noticed there were no pregnancy tests in the bathroom cupboards, which was unusual since Emma had been keeping at least two of them on hand at all times.
He waited until Emma was settled at the kitchen table, yawning and wrapping her hands around the mug of coffee he'd prepared for her, before he brought up the subject. "Isn't it about the time of the month for your ovulation, Swan?"
"Yeah, probably," she sighed.
"Did your app not work to let us know?"
She took a measured sip of her coffee, then ventured a hesitant look at him. "I, uh, I deleted the app."
Killian leaned forward and rested his arms on the table in front of him, then reached across to take her hand. "Why did you do that?" he asked quietly.
She ran the finger of her other hand around the rim of her cup, not meeting his eyes. "For one thing, it obviously hasn't helped us get pregnant. And, I don't know, I hate that our life has become consumed with it all. I feel like everything is revolving around looking at that little stick every month, and I hate it. I just want to go back to the way we were before - having sex for the enjoyment of it and being spontaneous. I want to feel happy again, not swinging back and forth between hopefulness and disappointment like we're on a roller coaster ride that never ends."
He squeezed her hand and she finally turned tearful eyes towards him. "I guess I should've talked to you about it before I decided all this on my own, but…"
"It's okay, Love. I agree with you. Perhaps we should rethink our plans to have a child together."
"I'm not saying we give up on the idea completely. I just think we should go back to life as normal, and if it happens, it happens. If not, we're still gonna live the rest of our lives together anyway."
"And we'll always have Henry. Our family is complete with him, whether he's here with us or not."
"Does it bother you that you might never be the father of a baby, though?"
Killian pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and scraped his teeth over it a few times before he answered. "I have to admit, I've gotten excited about the possibility of having a little one who is a combination of the two of us, but my greatest joy is having you as my wife, Emma. Everything else, as they say, is icing on the cake."
She got up and circled around the table to sit in her husband's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a small, chaste kiss. Then she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I love you so much, Killian. I really want to give you a baby."
"I know you do, Love, but you don't need to put that pressure on yourself. Whatever happens, I am content in our life together." He pressed a kiss to her temple and ran his hand up and down her arm.
She turned her face up to him and gave him a watery smile, which he returned. The sincerity and softness in his eyes confirmed his words and her heart was full. She shifted until she straddled him in the chair, then sifted her fingers through his hair and leaned in to press her lips to his.
She felt like they hadn't shared a sweet, lingering kiss in far too long. Lately, they'd been so caught up in getting directly to the 'main event', as they now referred to it, that they often bypassed the loving touches which never failed to make her melt.
He sighed into the kiss, clearly enjoying it as much as she was. His tongue slid past her lips and caressed hers; not a battle, just a soft whisper which deepened slightly as he tilted his head and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
The kiss was so languid, with so much love poured into it, neither of them wanted to be the one to break it off. Once it became a necessity to take a deep breath, they didn't move away from each other, but continued to share tiny presses of their lips.
When Emma whimpered against his mouth, he began to trail small kisses along her jawline until he reached the hollow behind her earlobe. "Killian," she whispered breathlessly.
"Yes, Darling?" he rumbled in her ear, sending shivers through her body.
"Take me to bed and make love to me, slowly and sensually this time. I want it to last forever."
He chuckled as he tucked his arms under her backside and stood up. "I'll do my best, Love."
The climb up the stairs took a while as they continued to use their mouths to show their love for one another. He laid her gently on the bed when they finally reached their destination, then sat down on the mattress and gazed at her.
"What?" she questioned.
"You're so bloody beautiful, Swan."
"So are you," she smirked.
"I think you meant to say dashing."
"Dashing, handsome, gorgeous, sexy. Shall I go on?"
"I'd rather put that lovely mouth to a much better use, my love." He grinned at her, then bent to kiss her again, not even breaking contact when he swung himself around to lay beside her.
Her fingers moved to slowly unbutton his navy blue shirt, while he slid his hand up the back of the T-shirt she was wearing. It took several minutes for them to methodically remove each other's clothing, as they took time to worship the body of their True Love with every patch of skin that was exposed.
Killian kissed down the inside of Emma's legs, and touched his lips to each of her toes and the arches of her feet, before he returned to hover over her. She widened her legs to welcome him into the cradle of them, feeling a flutter of excitement when his hard length brushed against her bundle of nerves.
He locked eyes with her as she welcomed him into her heat, filling her inch by inch. "I love you, Emma Jones," he declared, when he was fully encompassed within her walls at last.
"And I love you, Killian Jones," she returned, a tear of joy escaping the corner of her eye to trickle down the side of her face.
They moved together fluidly and lovingly, a gentle push and pull that only the truest of lovers could ever achieve. She bent her legs and drew her feet up beside his hips, gliding her hands over his back to feel his muscles shifting with every movement he made.
The sensations he felt as her walls gripped and released him rhythmically were nearly overwhelming, and he clenched his jaw as he tried to stave off his orgasm until he had brought her the ultimate pleasure. Her moans and utterances weren't helping the fragile hold he had on his self-control, and when she wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his buttocks, he almost lost it altogether.
Just before she reached her climax, she dropped her legs down and rolled them over so she was on top, allowing him to slip out of her. "Swan…" he groaned as she grinned down at him. She shifted until his slick cock was nestled in the cleft of her ass, then raised and lowered her hips to let it glide up and down between her cheeks.
He was beginning to fear that he was going to spurt his seed all over her back when she finally lifted up and took him inside her once again. Planting her hands on his chest, she widened her hips to bring their pelvic bones together and ground down, moving in small circles above him.
He was helpless to resist what her body was doing to him, and succumbed to the intense passion, exploding with a stuttered shout of, "Gods...Emma!"
As he pumped into her, she found her own high and joined him in bliss. The aftershocks were powerful, causing both of them to shake violently with each one.
At last, she collapsed on him and he wrapped her up in his embrace, pressing numerous kisses into her hair. She was quiet for so long, he thought she had fallen asleep, so he was a bit surprised when he heard her speak.
"All I want is you, Killian. Nothing else matters as long as we're together. Promise me that you'll be with me no matter what."
"I made that oath to you the day I took you as my wife, and I'm a man of my word, Sweetheart. I shall never leave your side. You are my home."
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The next few weeks were the most stress-free the couple had experienced for months. Every night they simply enjoyed each other; sometimes making love, sometimes just cuddling together and soaking up the warmth of the love they shared.
Almost a year after they'd decided to try to get pregnant, and two months after they'd stopped trying, Killian noticed something unusual.
"Emma, love, it's been a while since you've bled, hasn't it?" he asked her gently.
She furrowed her brow as she thought about his question. "Wasn't it just a couple of weeks ago?"
"I don't think so. It started the day of Gideon's birthday party and that's been over a month-and-a-half ago."
"Oh yeah, how could I forget? I had to change out of my favorite white jeans shorts just before we walked out the door." Realization dawned on her as she met his eyes. "Do you think I could be..."
He took her hand. "Shall I make a trip to the drugstore?"
She chewed her lip nervously. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
Twenty minutes later, they were sitting together on the side of the bathtub, staring at the thin white stick balanced on the edge of the sink. When the timer went off, they locked eyes, conveying all their hope to one another.
Finally, Killian gave her a smile and a slight nod, and she got shakily to her feet. After picking up the test, she turned to face him and held out her other hand to pull him up beside her so they could see the results at the same time.
They both inhaled deeply and looked down. Suddenly, Emma threw her arms around her husband with tears streaming down her face, much like she had so many other times when they'd looked at the pregnancy test sticks.
Only this time, they were tears of joy.
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