Emma lay there in the dark, thinking about earlier that evening, when she'd been out with Hook. They'd shared a meal together and the conversation had flowed easily, which was surprising considering how much older he was than her and literally from another time period (and realm). He wanted to embrace all that the modern world had to offer, and he was keen to learn. She loved seeing his joy over the foods he tried and of course, his open admiration of her.
At the end of the night, he'd kissed her hungrily at the door to the loft and she'd responded with a lust that surprised her. They were interrupted by a protective David of course. Oh, how she wished for her own place, so she could invite him in to taste his lips some more. There would be a next time, she hoped. She was slowly opening up to him the more he stayed around.
The next day saw Emma busy with being the town's sheriff, she had business to attend to. As the day wore on, Emma looked up to see Hook standing there with a takeout bag from Granny's and two coffee cups in hand. She hadn't realised the time and her stomach rumbled appreciatively.
"Am I glad to see you!" she exclaimed.
"A pleasure to be of service Swan." Killian replied, "Are you hungry, or just pleased to see my devilishly handsome face?"
"A little of both I think," she countered, and took the bag from him. They sat down together and ate in comfortable silence. Once her appetite was sated, Emma and Hook talked about his plans now he was set to stay in Storybrooke. He had just managed to get the Jolly Roger back from being a ship in a bottle and he needed to take stock of inventory, make repairs, and get her fit for sailing again. Not that he intended to go anywhere far, but his love of the sea and sailing was in his blood and he was glad that Storybrooke was by the sea. He wouldn't have coped in a big city. His short foray into New York proved that. It was too loud, dirty, and crowded for him. He was fascinated too by the more modern boats in the harbour and had befriended Eric who worked as a fisherman there, going out on a few trips with him. The two men had forged a solid friendship.
Emma loved listening to him talk about his ship and his passions, he came alive as he spoke about them and it somehow made him more attractive if that was possible.
"I'd love to come out sailing with you when she's ready, it would be nice to go for a trip when we're not facing an evil villain or certain death," Emma said.
"Of course, it would be my pleasure. I'll have to make sure the cabin is ship shape, so we can enjoy all her charms." He said with a wink. He was always full of innuendo, and although it sounded corny, it made her insides tighten when he spoke like that.
After lunch, he left her to carry on with her work, and went about his day. They had made plans to meet after work and go to the rabbit hole for drinks with Robin and Regina.
Emma came down the stairs from her loft bedroom to a whistle from Henry. She'd been a little nervous about the outfit she was wearing – she wore a tight fitting burgundy coloured dress that showed off her slim athletic figure and pert breasts. It had little puffed short sleeves. Mary Margaret saw her, "You look beautiful, Emma." Then David came in and stopped short. "You're going out like that?" he quizzed, "it's a little bit, erm… "
"David!" said Mary Margaret, "Leave her alone, the fashions here are a little bit different than in the Enchanted Forest, let her go and enjoy herself. She's had far too much stress in her life already, she deserves some time off."
"Humph. OK, well have a good time and come back later refreshed" he said begrudgingly.
"Bye Henry! And don't wait up Mom and Dad," Emma said with a smirk, leaving a disgruntled David in her wake as she grabbed a black leather jacket and her keys and walked out.
Killian sat in a booth at the bar with Robin. They each had a libation of their choice and were chatting and laughing easily. They had become closer since he got together with Emma and Robin was already loved up with Regina. Robin had just moved into Regina's large house with Roland, and so far so good. Nobody had been turned to dust for leaving the toilet seat up and Robin's bow and arrow was not out much anymore unless it was for hunting. He still liked to go and kill his own food occasionally and Regina humoured him. Regina was running late as she had a council meeting and would join them later.
Just then, Emma entered the rabbit hole, and Killian had to do a double take as he nearly didn't recognise her out of her trademark jeans. She scanned the bar for the men she was looking for, and when she caught sight of Hook, she smiled that genuine bright smile of hers that warmed his heart and his loins.
"Wow, you look… amazing," he said, his face unable to disguise his feelings for her.
"I know," she teased, as she eased her jacket off and sat down with the two men. Robin went to the bar to get them all drinks and Hook just sat there staring, drinking in the sight of her. He could hardly believe they were here together after all they had been through together. At times he felt like he didn't deserve her, but she made him feel like he did. They were two lost souls coming together, and he trusted her with his life. All he wanted to do was repay her for that ten times over.
He had some ideas how he could do that tonight, and it involved his cabin on the Jolly Roger. He'd spent the afternoon cleaning the boat and his cabin, getting fresh linens, cushions and blankets for the bed alongside a new mattress, making sure the bathroom was well equipped and brightening up the small round windows with new curtains. He may not look like it, but he was handy with a needle and thread as well as a sword. Even with one hand. Granny had been teaching him how to use a sewing machine after seeing him struggle the other day in his room and it was a marvellous invention indeed. The end result was a rather cosy cabin and one he couldn't wait to share with Emma. It was like a fresh start for both of them.
They fell into conversation easily, until Robin came back with the drinks. Soon, Regina walked in and spotted her lover and her friends. Robin jumped up to greet her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and giving her a less than chaste kiss.
"Easy tiger!"
"I just can't help myself when you look like the prim and proper little mayor when I know you're not," Robin winked.
"Robin!"
"Drink? I got you an Aperol spritz just how you like it."
With Regina's good humour restored after a drink or two and the stress of her mayoral duties easing slightly, the two couples spent the evening talking, laughing and of course drinking. Emma could feel Killian's hand edging close to her thigh and as his hand made full contact with her skin her breath caught in her throat. There was just something he did to her that no one else ever had. A simple touch was enough to get her wet and ready for him. She was seriously hoping that tonight was the night.
"So, sailor, how's the Jolly shaping up, is she ready for visitors?"
"Why don't we take a walk to the harbour and you can find out?" Killian was just as keen as Emma was to take the evening on to the next level. They made their excuses to Robin and Regina who were practically sitting in each other's laps anyway and wouldn't really notice if they weren't there anymore.
The night air was fresh and frosty and Emma was glad she had her leather jacket. It was a short walk to the harbour of Storybrooke, and the salt tang of the sea was never far from your lungs when you lived in this seaside town. Killian loved it, if he was going to settle in one place, it had to be by the sea.
"There she is. The stars even came out tonight, it's so clear. I know we have maps and GPS here, but I still love to look at the stars. So full of possibilities."
And I love to look at you, Emma thought. It was still hard for her to express her feelings out loud for this man, but it was getting easier. She trusted him implicitly but saying everything her heart was feeling was something she had to get used to. She decided to show him with her actions instead, and she grabbed him by his leather collar and their lips connected in a passionate kiss. His lips reacted immediately, parting to accept her probing tongue and deepening the kiss, fisting his hand into her hair and grabbing the back of her head to pull her in closer. Emma moulded her body to his, soft curves meeting the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. A groan escaped her throat without warning as heat pooled in her core.
They broke apart breathing heavily and rested their foreheads together. "Shall we?" He said, gesturing to the gangplank. Walking onto the deck made the sky seem impossibly closer, the moon shining brightly on the deck, illuminating the stars. Emma looked down from the stars to see Killian watching her with a hunger that made her shiver.
"Are you cold lass?"
"No, but I would like to see what you've been working on these last few days…"
With a slow lopsided smile, he took her hand and opened the hatch that led down to his cabin. She'd seen it before of course, in Neverland and afterwards, but not since it had come back from Blackbeard. Hook went first and lit the lanterns and a couple of low candles. The effect of the soft lights and cosy touches was a room built for comfort, desire, and passion.
"Killian, it's beautiful! It's like a new room, how did you manage all this?"
"Well, let's just say I had a little help from a certain diner owning werewolf," he said, wrapping his arms around her. His hooked hand rested on the small of her back and his other hand slid up her back underneath her jacket. Emma pressed her hands on his chest and gave him the softest of kisses on his lips. "I love it," she whispered. There was only so much he could stand, and his desire finally got the better of him. He whipped her around and pinned her back against the door to the cabin, his mouth descending on hers, feasting on her like she was the feast after a famine. Emma gave as good as she got, and there was a fight for dominance, tongues duelling and hands roving over each other's bodies. Killian's mouth left hers and left a trail of hot kisses down her face, jawline and reached her neck, pulling her head to the side with his hand in her hair. He sucked and licked until she cried out, then he pulled off her jacket from her shoulders. Emma raised one leg around his hips and ground against him, desperately searching for friction. She found it against his hard length, straining against his leather trousers. He let out a strangled moan on the contact and grabbed her other leg to wrap around his waist. He pushed them both off the wall and walked the short distance to the bed, both of them falling onto it gratefully. He shrugged off his jacket with a little help from Emma, and she tugged impatiently at his fitted V neck t shirt. Killian grabbed the end of it and pulled it over his head, quickly returning to her lips. Emma couldn't believe how defined he was under her fingers, his chest hair felt so good in her hands. Her exploring hands drew a deep chuckle from him.
"Like what you see, swan? Let me see you."
He sat her up and eased her onto his lap, her legs either side of his hips. He didn't break eye contact as he reached behind her with his hook and caught the zip of her dress perfectly with it and eased it down at an agonisingly slow pace. She didn't want to break first though, so she sat perfectly still and let him. Once the dress was loosened, he made a great show of dropping each sleeve down one by one, kissing his way sloppily down each arm. The dress was in a pool at her hips now and she was wearing a lacy black bra. His eyes seemed to glisten as he drunk her in. Slowly, her hands started wandering again as she slid them over his biceps and strong shoulders. That seemed to break him out of his reverie, as he launched himself onto her breasts, kissing, stroking, and licking them seemingly all at once. He pulled down one of the lace cups and groaned as he took one of her pink nipples into his mouth. "So beautiful love, you have no idea the things I want to do to you."
"Tell me," she panted, his voice turning her on so much. He pushed her back down on to the bed and hovered above her, resting on his forearms. "I want to worship every part of your body with my tongue and my hands. I want to take you to ecstasy more times than any other man has. I want to ruin you until you can only say my name when you come." His words sent her into overdrive. "Please Killian," she whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. She unhooked her bra, pretty sure that he had no idea what it was or how it unfastened. He made a grateful face and ripped it from her arms and threw it across the cabin. He was then free to continue his worship of her body. He kissed a line of wet kisses down her body whilst his hand fondled and kneaded her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they were hard peaks. Abruptly, his hand left her breasts and Emma mourned the loss, but only until she realised his hand and hook were easing down her dress past her hips and down her thighs. Soon her dress joined the clothing littering the small cabin, along with her shoes. He kissed each foot as he rid her of the black high heels, eliciting a moan from Emma.
"Is this what passes for underwear in this realm?" he was speaking about her sorry excuse for panties, the black lace thong she was wearing. He practically dove head first into her crotch and inhaled deeply. Emma had a fleeting thought of embarrassment, but it was soon quashed when she realised, he was relishing in it. "I never get tired of that smell, and your particular scent is most intoxicating love." His hook and hand worked together to rid her of the barely there lace that was the final barrier to him. He was still wearing his trousers, his cock straining for release. Being somewhat of a martyr, he left them on, heightening the anticipation. He gave Emma no respite, going straight back to her core and spreading her warm folds open to bare her to him. Licking his lips like a starving man he went to work, licking circles around her sensitive clit and then sucking it in his mouth. Her cries of ecstasy filled the small cabin and he listened to them with an expert ear, adjusting his rhythm and placement accordingly. Emma could feel her orgasm building, it was almost too soon, she wanted to savour it, but she remembered what he said earlier about bringing her off more than any other man has. She didn't tell him most men barely managed one with her. The best she had managed herself was two, and that was when she got a vibrator for the first time. Without warning, he sank first one and then two fingers into her dripping cunt, hooking them towards his hungry mouth. That was the last straw, and she gripped the sheets with one hand and a fistful of his hair with the other, grinding down onto his mouth. A primal cry escaped her lips, and she shouted his name over and over as her climax overtook her in shattering waves. He finally eased up on his pace and gave her gentle licks and sucks as his fingers caressed her inside before withdrawing. Emma lay limp on the mattress, a lazy smile on her face. He trailed his mouth back up her body and kissed her gently. She opened her mouth a little surprised, no one had ever kissed her straight after doing that to her, at least not before wiping their mouths first – but although she could taste herself on him, she could also taste him, his passion and it was very erotic. She ran her hands through his inky black hair, loving the feeling of his scruff against her face. She suddenly realised he was still half dressed. "How come I'm naked and one orgasm down and you still have your pants on?"
"Well, perhaps you can help me out?" he countered, laying down on the bed.
She didn't need to be asked twice, trailing her hands down his chest to the button of his fly. She popped open the button and lazily pulled down the zipper, freeing him slightly. Her eyes widened slightly when she realised, he wasn't wearing underwear. Of course, he wouldn't be, what was she expecting? She got braver and freed his straining erection, taking him in hand as he groaned and threw his head back. He was bigger than she was used to and wide, but the sight of him fully bared to her made her mouth water. She helped him out of his pants shoes and socks and finally they were naked together. Their bodies seemed to be made for each other, fitting together as they rolled around in his bed, exploring each other as though they were blind. Emma's passion was mounting furiously again, and she wanted him, badly. She reached down between their writing bodies and grabbed his hard-on, squeezing him. "Please Killian, I want you."
"Are you sure love? Once I get going, I won't be able to stop, I want you too much."
"Yes. I want you to fuck me."
That was all the encouragement he needed as he flipped her onto her back and pulled her arms above her head with his good hand restraining her wrists. He smashed their lips together like it was their last kiss on earth. They broke apart, panting as he kissed down her jawline, leaving a wet trail as he went. He released her arms and turned his attention to her breasts, palming her right breast and devouring the nipple with his teeth and tongue. Emma cried out in pain and pleasure and begged him for more. He lined himself up to her aching cunt and locked eyes with her, wordlessly asking. She gave a brief nod and he edged himself into her, slowly, never breaking eye contact. Emma gasped as he gradually stretched her out in the most delicious way possible. She had to close her eyes; it was too much. Then he was all the way in with a low growl.
"You feel so tight Emma, so good wrapped around my cock."
His words spurred her on as they began to move together. Killian started off agonisingly slow, drawing nearly all the way out before slamming back in and then just teasing her with the tip for a few thrusts then plunging so deep inside of her. Emma was seeing stars as he found the right spot over and over again. They fused their lips together, unwilling to break contact, the feeling was so good. Emma fought for dominance and managed to get on top to ride him, her tits bouncing up and down as she rode him. The new angle brought new sensations and she threw her head back in ecstasy. "Oh love, that's it, ride me, you look so good above me," he reached up and teased her nipples as she continued her assault on him and guided her hips with his hook to add to the mounting pressure. Emma could feel her orgasm building and she started losing control, her movements becoming erratic. "I've got you," Killian said and he used both hand and hook to keep the rhythm going and reached out a thumb to circle her clit. A growl came out of her throat without warning as her climax hit, then turned into a scream and ended with her grunting her final release. Killian felt her orgasm hit as it milked his straining cock and that was all it took for him to join her into oblivion, shooting his cum into her hot cunt. He sat up to hold her before she collapsed down and they fell back onto the bed together, their breathing heavy. Emma squeezed her internal muscles to bring herself back down to earth and made Killian jerk and squirm. He chuckled softly at her, "You are going to be the death of me, Emma Swan."
Emma laughed and gently eased herself off him and laid down next to him, unable to keep the sleepy grin off her face. He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair as she drifted off to sleep.