AN- I am really not good at writing Emma's POV so this was a challenge. But still it ended up being like 1500 words longer than the first one. It got way smuttier too. Enjoy you pervs!

You Get Me Closer to God

She was expecting her adoring husband home at any moment from his shift at the sheriff's station. He had been working so hard as of late and she had taken it upon herself to make it up to him.

Emma looked in the mirror, examining her appearance while she put the finishing touches on her makeup. She pried open a tube of MAC lipstick and puckered her lips to apply the crimson red shade over her lips. She replaced the cap and set it back onto the bathroom counter before taking her finger to blot the corners of her mouth to make sure it was even. She pushed her lips together, hallowing her cheeks and made a kissing noise to test its wear before fluffing her golden tresses and adjusting her cleavage in the corset she had specifically picked out for him.

She bent over to secure the garter belt attached to her black stockings with black bows that matched the corset she wore, making sure they were in place before she stepped into the mid-calf length boots she had selected for the occasion. The boots in question were made of black leather with large ornate buckles, it had a large thin heel and they were cuffed at the top. You could say she was inspired by her husband's choice of foot attire from the Enchanted Forest.

She smiled to herself, thinking of his reaction when he returned home to her from a long day at work to find her dressed like she had stepped straight off the cover of the latest issue of Maxim. Emma finished fastening the buckles of her boots before grasping the sexy small-brimmed black velvet pirate hat garnished with a few narrow black feathers and put it on top of her blonde curls. Killian was going to die when he saw her in this getup and way past overdue for this given his little Magic Mike stunt a few weeks ago. She was absolutely determined to outdo him.

She walked toward the closet, opening the doors as she flipped through the articles of clothing hanging inside before her hand wrapped around the soft buttery leather of Hook's duster. She smirked to herself, pulling it from the hanger and splayed it over shoulders before sinking her arms through the abnormally large holes — this wouldn't do at all. Emma padded over to the floor length mirror and glanced at her reflection, flicking the leather back into the air and sighing.

Emma faced the mirror head on, glaring at her appearance as she raised her hand to summon her magic to transfigure the coat into something that fit her form. Once the smoke cleared she could see the product of her handiwork. Standing before the mirror was his signature leather jacket redone to fit her body. She swirled around, feeling the leather against her skin as she spun, the leather gliding through the air as she went. She landed with her hand on her hip and smirked to herself — he wasn't going to know what hit him.

Gripping the lapels of the leather jacket, she strode into the living room and with a twist of her wrist dimmed the lights to set the mood. If she was going to do this, she was going to pull out all the stops to bring him to his knees. The last thing she needed for this little performance was more difficult to produce. She closed her eyes in concentration, trying to imagine the object she wanted to materialize in front of her. She felt the magic pulse through her and when she opened her eyes, her face lit up to the long silver pole that now adorned her living room.

Lastly she dragged a large arm chair over to the center of the room and cleared off any furniture that may interfere with her objective. Once finished she surveyed the room, admiring the job she had done and all the hard work she had put into making this as memorable as possible. All that was left to do was wait for the inevitable sounds of him coming home.

A few minutes passed before she heard the telltale signs of the jiggling of the doorknob followed by the door being shoved open and the distinct sounds of Killian's heavy footsteps across the floor.

"Swan, I'm home." He announced, shoving off his leather jacket to hang it by the door. "Swan?" He called out again when there was no response. "Swan, are you here?" He asked, craning his head outside the doorway to see if he could spot her moving around the house.

"Do me a favor and close your eyes." She said from the living room.

"Swan, I'm not in the mood for games. The number of calls I received from the dwarves today would make even your head spin." He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, groaning at the memory.

"You'll like this game. Just humor me." She requested from the living room.

"Fine." He sighed, relenting to her request. He closed his eyes, letting his muscle memory carry him into the living room. He stood in front of her, his lip curled in mild annoyance as he raised his arm in question, "well? You got me here Swan, what is it?"

"Hold on." She told him, shuffling around him so that she could take his arm and lead him to the chair she had set up for him. "Keep them closed." She said with excitement, pushing him toward the chair until his knees hit it. "Here." She turned him around and plopped him into the chair. "Keep them closed until I say, okay?" She bid him, an eye trained him as she backed away slowly.

"Swan I'm not really in the mood for-" He shook his head.

"Okay. Open." She allowed, as she stroked the metal pole.

Killian's jaw went slack, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight of his delectable wife wearing what he believed to be his leather coat — at least he thought it was his leather coat. "Swan, what is this?" He wondered with a confused smile.

"You'll see." She leaned in, teasing him what treasure laid beneath the jacket before turning her head toward the virtual personal assistant. "Alexa play 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails." She smiled knowingly as she placed her hand on her hip in wait. "It's payback time captain." She smirked, quirking an eyebrow in his direction.

Killian looked around the room, glancing around as the techno beat began to play. "Swan?" He wondered, his speech dying on his lips as he saw her legs spread shoulder length apart, her hand on the back of her head as she began to twist her hips rhythmically to the music.

Emma continued to sway to and fro, picking her head up to see his eyes blown to hell as she began to run her hands over her thighs, and up and over her chest, cupping her breasts as she flashed a little bit of her corset.

He groaned as she strutted over to the metal pole, closing her hand around it as she leaned backward and spun around it suggestively, the leather duster swishing with the motion.

She halted, her hands wrapped around the pole as she tucked her leg around the pole and spun around before rolling her body forward against it and rolling up to face him. She sashayed around the pole, detaching her hat and tossing it into his lap, releasing her long blonde curls.

Killian watched in awe, his mouth agape as he squeezed the hat in his lap as his eyes drank in her beauty — creamy white skin offset by crimson lips, her toned legs concealed with stockings and what appeared to be pirate boots — the realization making him go slack in the chair.

Emma tossed him a saucy smile, her hands dug in her hair to ruffle her curls before gripping the pole and sticking her leg out as she moved her shoulder back so that jacket fell across her back giving him a sneak peek of what lay underneath the leather.

He raised a curious eyebrow at the flash of red, his interest piqued as he leaned forward licking his lips, pressing his elbows into his knees.

She shimmied her body down the pole, snapping her hips up, bucking against the metal before abandoning the pole all together to strut toward him, a predatory look in her eye. She placed her hands on either side of the coat, shaking it out. She dropped her hands, slamming against either side of the chair as she circled her head to the beat before spinning around. She plopped herself in his lap, giving him a few teasing thrust, feeling his erection against her butt as she bucked against him.

He reached for her hip only to have his hand slapped away from it and she wiggled her finger at him, clicking her tongue against her lips in a scolding manner.

She arched her back, rubbing herself against him as she kicked a foot out and jumped out of the chair. She took purposeful strides before spreading her legs out shoulder width apart, her shoulders shaking as she slipped the jacket from her shoulders, peering over to him to gauge his reaction from over her shoulder.

Killian stiffened his chair, his hips instinctively rising to meet only air. His pupils darkened, his eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down — she was wearing a damn near offensive black and red brocade corset in the same material as his signature vest with satin black bows to give it a more feminane touch. "Fuck." He mouthed, cursing himself as his hand drifted down his body, his twitching fingers overwhelmed by the need to touch himself at the sight of her.

She was well aware of the effect she had on him, smirking in delight at his completely wrecked and pained expression as she continued to taunt him without mercy. She danced back over to the pole, spinning around it before catching herself in mid-spin to shake her ass at him — her body bowed taut as she teased his dwindling self control.

She wound herself around the pole, using her core strength to spin with her feet off the ground. Emma leaned her head back, lowering her feet to the ground to halt her movements, she clasped the front of the pole above her head and slid down it, slow and seductive, her eyes piercing right through his.

She slithered back up the pole, thrusting her hips out upon reaching her destination as she tucked her lower lip into her to suppress a moan at the sight of him palming himself through his jeans.

He groaned, his hair sticking up in awkward angles from running his fingers through it as a way to cope with his wife's erotic display. He felt himself straining in his pants, fighting for release as his erection pressed against his zipper drawing a groan of agony from his mouth. He couldn't stand it any longer. He shuffled in the chair, fumbling with the fastenings of his jeans, prying them open to release his aching cock, leaking with precum.

Emma slapped her boot against a nearby ottoman, running her fingers down the leather sensuously before removing it, repeating the action with the other. Her sex clenched with desire as she placed her boots on the floor at the sound of his strangled sighs emitting unbashfully from his lips.

She turned her head toward him from her position against the ottoman to see him — his hand wrapped around his angry cock as he thrust himself eagerly into his hand. The sight of it made her knees go weak and caused another wave of moisture gushing from between her thighs, soaking her lace thong.

"Don't mind me love. Just enjoying the performance." He said smugly, refusing to relinquish the steady stroke of his hand against his erection as he fucked himself into his hot hand.

Emma's lips twitched in amusement at his reaction, her eyes shining diviantly as she walked over to him with sexy sultry strides and spun around so that her back was facing him. She leaned back against him, rocking her hips against his swollen member so that he could feel her wetness seeping through her panties.

She dug her hands into his knees to control her movements against him, rolling herself into him from behind him as she pulled a series of moans from him.

He abandoned his grip on his cock, choosing to wrap his hand against her hip so he could thrust her hips against his, their bodies clashing and sliding against one another in a fight for dominance. His fingers skidded against the material of her corset to rest against the heat between her legs.

Her eyes snapped shut on instinct as his hand slipped between the barrier between them, his teasing finger parting her as she arched her back, pushing herself up into his touch for more contact.

"Shhh." He chided, dropping a few kisses to her exposed shoulder as he continued his exploration.

Emma shuttered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he felt him plunge a finger into her hungry sex, working it in and out of her body as she clenched around the intrusion.

"Relax." He whispered huskily, his warm breath hitting her shoulder as he spoke.

She felt tingles up her spine as he curled his finger and added a second, pistoning them with purposeful passes of his fingers, working her up into a tizzy, her toes curling against the floor. She bucked impatiently into his touch, keening in desperation to come against his talented fingers as he hit the spot inside her that sent her reeling against him. "Fuck!" She screamed, tossing her head back as she fucked herself on his fingers.

"Are you going to come for me Emma?" He teased. "Why don't you wrap that gorgeous cunt around my fingers and come. Let me feel what I do to you." He beckoned seductively. Killian's thumb drifted up toward her neglected clit, positively dripping with need for stimulation.

Emma closed her thighs down around his fingers, her mouth parting in pleasure as she felt a few gentle passes of his thumb against the apex of her thighs, her hips steadily rocking against him for more — her orgasm just within reach.

"That's it. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Take what you need." He coaxed her. He felt her shift against him as he applied more pressure to her clit, his fingers rocking in and out, pressing up into her until he felt her fall apart around him, soaking his fingers.

Her entire body shook violently with the force of climax, crying out as she wantonly rolled her hips against him to savor every last ounce of ecstasy he greedily drew from her depths.

"Gods you are so fucking gorgeous when you come for me. So wet. Look at what you did." He rasped, withdrawing his fingers and holding them up to where she could see them.

Emma twisted in his grasp, moaning as he held her down with a firm hand to her hip.

"No, look darling. You've created such a mess. Just feel for yourself." He instructed.

She closed her eyes at the sound of his words, her fingers drifting between her legs to feel the stickiness against her thighs.

"What ever am I going to do with you? You've positively ruined these." He stuck a finger between her panties as his cock twitched against her ass. "You are absolutely filthy Swan. Do I need to clean you up?" He teased hotly.

Emma nodded fervently, her feet skitting against the carpet in their living room as he tapped her hip, silently instructing her to trade places with him. She sagged against the chair, welcoming the cool leather on her heated skin as he sank to the floor between her trembling legs.

Killian rubbed the skin between her panty line and the curve of her ass, hooking a hand between her and the thin material of her g-string. He curled his mouth over the other side using both to work the material over her thighs and down her legs.

She released a sigh of contentment when she pushed the material from her feet. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it with her teeth as she felt him, rub his hand against her inner thigh, basking in the pleasure he elicited from her body, spread out against her thighs.

He growled, pulling her toward his waiting mouth with a yelp of pleasure. He attached his mouth to her sex, his tongue sweeping through her dripping folds, to bathe her in his salvia as the taste of her exploded on his tongue.

"Ah." She tensed above him, moaning as she pushed herself into his thirsty mouth.

He lashed at her with his tongue, soaking up each drop that expelled from her body, returning to its rightful owner. He impaled her with his tongue, lapping at her essence like a man starved. Bathing her with his tongue with a single objective of thoroughly drinking of her body's offerings.

"Oh God." She moaned, throwing her head back as she canted her hips into his eager mouth.

"Fuck Swan." He moaned torturously against her sensitive flesh. "You taste fucking devine."

Her fingers curled against the arm rests of the chair, her body bowing upward into his lips as he clamped his mouth down around her clit, sucking it into his mouth, feasting on it with a driven and insatiable hunger.

"Killian!" She whined, her fingers coming to thread into his dark locks, rolling his head against her for more contact.

"Are you close?" He whispered against her wet skin. "Do you want to come?" He teased, swiping his nose against her molten heat. "Why don't you come for me? Show me how much you love my tongue between your trembling thighs. Let me taste you." He pleaded gruffly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her body.

She inhaled, panting as the pressure coiled tightly in her belly and she exploded behind closed eyelids, coming into his waiting mouth as she gasped in rapture, clinging to his hair for purchase as he downed her greedily, sucking her down his throat posessively.

The most obscene noises of him slurping her, diligently feasting on her wet flesh filled the room as she rode out her high, her hips stuttering against his lips as he gave one more lick before parting himself from her sex, his thirst sated for the time being.

Killian emerged from between her thighs, his dark facial features beautiful in the chaotic scene of his debauchery, her juices glistening in the thick stubble along his jawline.

Her eyebrows raised at the heated look in his eye as he got up onto his feet and pulled down his jeans and slipped them off, baring his throbbing cock completely to her gaze.

She gulped expectantly, her eyes going wide before sliding her tongue against her lower lip to wet it.

He growled, something inside him snapping as he pulled her toward him with a slight yelp of surprise. He bent his knees, lining himself up with her entrance before sinking down, burying himself in her tight wet heat, filling her deliciously with his cock.

"Oh God." She writhed below him, as he began to jerk himself into her as she diligently thrust back against him.

He fucked into her with reckless abandon as the sound of wet flesh invaded their ears, spurring them forward as he snapped his hips furiously against hers. Killian gritted his teeth with determination, his movements becoming more frantic and desperate with every stroke.

He could feel his control wavering as he pumped himself inside her welcoming depths, wanting nothing more to crawl inside her and never leave. "Fuck…" He cursed, grunting with his effort, bucking wildly as he aggressively chased his orgasm. With one single thrust his orgasm came crashing down around him like a tidal wave, the pleasure ripping through his body threatening to tear him in half from his overwhelming high. Her grip on him felt like heaven as he emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing as she milked every last drop from his body.

By the time he came down from his climax, his knees felt weak. Unable to stand any longer, he pulled himself out and collapsed onto the floor, wiping his sweat hair from his forehead as he tried to steady his breathing. "Swan?" He breathed out ragidly. "Are you going to tell me where you got the corset from? It looks exactly like my-"

"Your vest? Yeah I know." She panted, completely out of breath from her little stunt with the pole and the multiple orgasms her husband gave her. Sweat dripped off her skin, her body on fire from the events of the evening.

"And the metal pole you were dancing on?" He winced in frustration as his cock began to twitch back to life at the memory. "How did-"

The words died in his mouth as he felt the air conditioner kick on with a wave of her hand, blowing a blast of cold air in their direction, and he nodded in realization. "Sometimes I forget you have magic."

"Good use of magic?" She fanned her hand in front of her face to cool off her heated skin.

"Aye, love. I fear this Magic Mike has nothing on you, Swan. There is nothing magic about humping the air. You have real magic." He agreed fervently, prompting a giggle from Emma at his lack of understanding of modern references.

"How did that song go again?" He wondered, trying to conjure the lyrics in his head. "I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed, You get me closer to God."

She scrunched her nose up in confusion at his near perfect memory of the lyrics he had just heard. "How did you-" She shook her head before it hit her. "Killian? Have you been going through my playlist?" She accused.

"Was I not supposed to?" He shrugged his shoulders in his admission of guilt. "You can have my isolation, You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith, You can have my everything." He crooned huskily.

Emma sat up glaring at him in mild annoyance.

"What? It's a catchy shanty. I quite like it. Far better than the horse song."

AN- Song is called "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails.