Despite Killian forgiving her for leaving, Emma could tell he was still working on fully trusting her again. As soon as he walked in the door after work every day, he would call out her name, something he never used to do. She knew he was probably haunted by coming home to an empty house the day that she left.

Granny told her she would have to work to regain his trust, so she was willing to do whatever it took to do just that. The day after their Facetime call with Liam, Emma came up with a plan to help show him how dedicated she was to their relationship.

Thursday evening, as she and Killian sat together on the couch watching television after putting Alli to bed, Emma picked up the remote and paused the movie. Then she turned in her seat to face him.

"Killian Jones, will you go out with me on Saturday?"

He pushed himself up straighter on the sofa. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. Ever since Mary Margaret and David came over to babysit Alli when we went on our first date, she keeps telling me they would like to keep her overnight the next time we go out. I called her Monday to ask if they could babysit Saturday, and she said since they had nothing going on, it was good. They'll just bring Alli to church with them on Sunday. So, what do you say? Is it a date?"

"Hmm, let me see," he said, tapping his chin with his index finger, "it's a bit of a short notice, Swan. I might already have plans."

Her smile faltered and he quickly pulled her into his arms. "Of course I'll go out with you, Sweetness. I'm just teasing! What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I thought maybe we could go to that seafood place across town. M's said it's one of her and David's favorite restaurants. I'm not sure what to do after that. I checked the movie listings and there are a couple that sound interesting, or we can just come back here after we eat."

"Either plan is fine with me, Love. I went to eat there once with M's and David soon after I moved here, but I haven't been back since. I'm looking forward to it!"

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David seemed a bit overwhelmed when Emma and Killian dropped off Allison and all of her necessities, including the fully packed diaper bag, several bottles of milk and bottle warmer, sound machine, bouncy chair and car seat. Mary Margaret had borrowed a Pack-n-Play from a teacher friend and had it set up in the extra bedroom in David's apartment.

"How can such a tiny human possibly need so much stuff for one night?" he exclaimed.

Killian laughed. "This isn't even half of the paraphernalia we have for her at our house, is it, Love?"

"No, she kind of took over the place," Emma agreed. "You don't mind though, do you,

Babe?"

"Wouldn't want it any other way," he answered, leaning over to brush a kiss to her cheek.

Mary Margaret was busy unstrapping the sleeping infant from her car seat. "You can just leave her in there, M's," Emma told her. "She'll probably sleep for at least another hour or so."

David grinned."She won't be able to keep her hands off of her for over an hour, will you, Sweetheart?"

"Of course not! Babies are meant to be cuddled!" Mary Margaret answered while lifting Allison out of the seat. As soon as she brought her up to her shoulder, the baby snuggled into the crease of Mary Margaret's neck and let out a sigh. "And Alli is the best cuddler, aren't you Sweet Pea?"

"Looks like she's in good hands, Swan. Shall we get going?" Killian asked.

Both parents brushed kisses into Allison's downy soft hair and started to leave, with Emma calling out last minute instructions, until her boyfriend finally got her out the door and closed it behind them.

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"I don't think I've told you tonight how beautiful you look, Sweetness," Killian said as he unlocked and opened her car door after they left David's apartment building.

"You have, but I don't mind hearing it again!"

"Did you borrow this dress from Mary Margaret, too?" he asked, running his eyes up and down the sleeveless red sheath dress which came to just above her knees. She wore a ¾ sleeve cream-colored, lightweight sweater over it.

"No, I sort of...splurged on it a little bit, but it was on sale," she explained, while color seeped up her neck.

Killian closed her door then walked around to open his and slid into the seat, turning to face her. "You don't need to feel guilty about buying nice things for yourself, Love. You work hard and you deserve to treat yourself once in a while."

Emma smoothed her hand down the skirt. "I think it's the nicest thing I've ever owned," she said softly.

He took her left hand and lifted it to his lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles. "It was made for you." He ran his fingers over the French braid, which was draped over her shoulder. "Did you do this yourself?"

"Yeah. I taught myself how to braid when my hair grew out again, after an awful foster mother chopped it all off. I just usually pull it up into a ponytail or leave it loose because it's easier."

"I like it. Perhaps you can teach me so I can do it for you, and also for Allison when she gets older."

Emma loved hearing him talk about the future so definitively. "Sure, I can do that," she said.

He leaned forward to share a brief kiss with her, then started the car and backed out of the parking space.

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After they waited forty minutes for a table at the popular restaurant, and enjoyed their delicious meals, they decided to go back home instead of seeing a movie. Emma knew that by the time she sat through a two-hour movie, followed by a long drive home, she would be leaking breast milk.

"I know that's not a very romantic thing to have to worry about on a date…" she worried.

"Perhaps not romantic, but it doesn't make you any less sexy to me," he said with a smirk. "Besides, I'm more than okay with spending a quiet evening at home."

"Yeah, me too," Emma agreed.

Killian noticed that she'd been quieter than usual and seemed a bit nervous throughout the evening. He assumed it was because she was anxious about Allison being gone for the night, so when they stopped at a red light, he reached over to squeeze her tightly clasped hands.

"Hey, Alli will be fine. She's probably being spoiled rotten," he reassured her.

"Huh? Oh, I know. That's...not what I'm thinking about."

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"No, um, not right now. It can wait until we get home." She leaned forward to turn on the radio and began scanning through it until she found an 80's rock station. Then she relaxed back into her seat and waited for him to begin singing along, which he always did.

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When they got home, Killian took care of Zeke and called Mary Margaret to get a report about Allison, while Emma went into her bedroom to pump. She came out ten minutes later to put her milk into the refrigerator, still acting distracted.

"Would you like some hot chocolate? I'm gonna have a beer."

"Yeah, that sounds good," she answered.

Soon they were sitting on the couch together and Killian was bringing up Disney+. They had recently subscribed to that streaming service and were currently working their way through the Avengers movies. The next one on their list was 'Captain America: Civil War'.

Emma took a couple of sips from her mug, then held it in her lap as she ran her finger around and around the rim. They watched the movie for about a half-an-hour until he paused it.

"Why did you do that?" Emma asked.

"Have you been paying attention to it?" She shrugged, and he looked into her cocoa mug. Seeing it was nearly full, he took it from her hands and set it on the end table. "Talk to me, Swan. What's bothering you?"

"It's not really something that's bothering me, it's just…" She took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to look into his, then leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. "I'm ready," she whispered against his lips.

"Ready? For wh-...oh!" he said, suddenly realizing what she meant.

"I mean, if you, um...if you still want to…you know," she murmured.

He moved closer and tucked some strands of hair, which had escaped the braid, behind her ear. "I want to show the woman I love just how much I love her. How does that sound to you?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her.

She rubbed her nose against his affectionately. "Mmm, I like that idea."

After several more quick kisses, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her closer, and began placing wet kisses down the column of her throat. As soon as she gasped, he took advantage of her open mouth to fasten his lips over hers and thrust his tongue inside, running it over her teeth, then battling with her tongue.

She began emitting broken moans, which spurred him on, causing him to need more. His body was already responding and he knew this time, he wasn't going to be able to calm himself down very easily. From the sounds she was making, he didn't think he would need to worry about that anyway.

"K-Killian," she groaned, "I need...I need…"

"What do you...need...my love?" he gasped, between sucking marks into the line of her collarbone.

"You. I just need you," she whispered, pulling back from him so he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

"Tell me you're mine, Emma," he said, cradling her face in his hands.

"I am yours. It's you and only you, Killian. I want to be completely yours."

He pushed himself to his feet, pulling her up with him, and began walking her backwards to his bedroom, licking and kissing every inch of skin his lips latched onto. When they reached his room, he put a tiny bit of distance between the two of them.

"May I help you out of this dress, Love?" he asked.

She peeled off her sweater and dropped it on the floor. "Do you think you can handle it?" she teased.

"What, unzipping the dress or seeing what's inside it?" he smirked.

"Either? Both?"

"Guess we'll just have to find out!" He slid his hands across the smooth fabric covering her stomach, then over her hips and the globes of her ass, squeezing and fondling them for several seconds. Inching his fingers up the center seam of the back of her dress, he located the zipper pull and started to tug it down.

As one hand continued unfastening the dress, the other followed in its wake, exploring the silky skin that lay beneath. When the dress was completely unzipped, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and pulled the fabric down her arms, revealing her bra.

"I...I know it's not sexy lingerie, but...it's hard to find seductive nursing bras," she explained with a nervous giggle.

"Don't care," Killian growled, burying his nose in her cleavage. "You're so bloody gorgeous, you don't need sexy lingerie." More marks were sucked into the swells of her breasts while he reached around to unhook her bra.

When he dropped it to the floor, Emma took a step back and started to bring her arms up to cover herself. Killian caught her wrists and tried to look into her eyes, but she averted them.

"Hey, look at me, Love," he coaxed. She blinked twice then finally met his eyes. "Please don't be embarrassed or ashamed of your body."

"I...I'm not usually this, um...big, but since I'm nursing Alli…"

"I rather like the enhancement," he said, weighing her breasts in his hands and strumming his thumbs across her nipples. They hardened almost immediately and Emma sucked in a quick breath at the sensation.

"Please be careful. If you keep doing that, it will cause me to start leaking," she warned.

Killian grinned at her. "Point taken." Dropping his hands, he pushed the dress past her hips and let it fall to the floor.

"Ah, but you misled me, my love! You are wearing sexy lingerie," he chuckled, taking in her lacy red bikini underwear. He ran his index fingers along the inside of the waistband, until he reached the back, where he slid his hands down inside them and once again squeezed her backside.

When he pulled his hands free and stepped back to run his admiring eyes up and down her body, her hands automatically started to cover her belly and once again, he took hold of her wrists.

"I...I have stretch marks," she admitted, her face reddening.

His eyes darted back and forth between hers. Then he leaned in to gently capture her lips, caressing them for several moments, before he dropped to his knees in front of her. Looking up at her from under his lashes, he saw her staring down at him with a stunned look on her face.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered.

"Letting you know what I think about your stretch marks." He directed his attention to the shiny purplish lines marking her abdomen - first tracing them with his fingers, then lavishing them with kisses.

After she overcame her discomfort, Emma began carding her hands through his hair, in awe of how tenderly he was treating the marks she considered to be ugly.

"These are beautiful reminders of how you carried our daughter inside you," he murmured as he continued nuzzling his lips against them.

Emma enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her skin for a few moments more, then began tugging on the collar of his shirt. "Okay, mister. Now that you've seen my body, it's my turn to see yours!"

He chuckled, left one last kiss to her belly, and pushed himself back to his feet, stopping to press soft kisses to each of her breasts on the way.

Her fingers got busy unbuttoning his shirt, trying not to be distracted by the way he was licking around the shell of her ear and sucking on the lobe. When the final button was undone, she ran her hands up his abs, and scratched through the generous amount of soft hair covering his chest.

"God, you're gorgeous," she breathed.

He smirked. "Killian will do."

"Smart ass. Which reminds me…" She made quick work of his belt and shoved her hands down the back of his pants, massaging that ass as it clenched under her ministrations.

"Swan," he gritted out, "my trousers are getting a bit tight. Let me just…"

"I'll take care of that," she said, batting her eyelashes at him and tugging her hands free to move them to his zipper.

"Careful, Love," he warned. "Don't, uh...damage anything."

Emma giggled before lowering the zipper. Killian quickly shoved his pants down to his ankles, leaving his boxers in place, then stood back up to meet her eyes. Biting her lip, she dropped her eyes again and started to reach out, but stopped.

"I want you to be comfortable touching me, Emma." He took her hand and guided it to the front of his underwear, where a sizable bulge pushed against them. As her fingers brushed against it, she looked up at him and he nodded.

She moved her hand inside the front opening, running her fingers up and down his rigid shaft. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling of her feather-light touch wash over him.

As she felt him hardening even more under her fingers, Emma withdrew her hand and pulled his boxers down his legs. Then she straightened up and met his eyes before swallowing hard and starting to drop down to the floor.

He caught her under the arms and pulled her back to her feet. "That's not necessary, Love. Not right now, at least. I don't...I want to make love to you this first time."

"But...I thought...isn't this what I'm supposed to do? Isn't that how sex starts?"

"No, it doesn't have to…" Suddenly it dawned on him what she meant. She'd only had one sexual partner and he was several years older than her. Apparently, he had convinced her she had to give him a blow job at the beginning of the act of sex.

Killian was appalled and his face showed it. Emma saw the look and color flooded her cheeks. "I'm sorry…"

He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly, knowing that he needed to reassure her she had done nothing wrong, even though he was anxious to move things along.

When he felt her body begin to relax after several seconds, he pulled back to look into her eyes. "Sweetheart, sex most definitely does not have to start like that. Yes, that would bring me physical pleasure, but you and I love each other, so we are going to make love. Whatever he told you...forget it, Emma. He was wrong and was using you."

Embarrassed, she turned her face to look away, but he caught her chin with his fingers and turned it back. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then let's do whatever feels right to both of us, shall we?"

Hoisting her up in his arms, he encouraged her to wrap her legs around him. As they shared another passionate kiss, he carried her to the bed and lowered her onto it. There, he took his time lavishing her body with kisses, hoping to show her how precious she was to him.

Emma felt like she was a live wire, sparking and heated as she came alive under Killian's exploring mouth and hands. As she writhed on the bed, she ran her nails over his back and biceps and let her legs fall open.

Killian took the opportunity to tug her panties off and knelt between her spread legs. His roaming hands gently skimmed across both breasts, then followed the contours of her body down to her hips.

He looked up to see that she had her eyes closed and was plucking at the sheets with both hands. "Emma, please look at me." Her eyes opened and focused on him. "I want you to talk to me as I'm doing this. Tell me what feels good and what doesn't, what you want more of and where you want me to touch you. Guide my hand if you want. I just want you to enjoy this, do you understand?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

He traced the crease of her legs with his thumbs, then brushed one across her clit. She sucked in a breath and his eyes shot up to hers. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it feels...really good."

He moved his thumb back and began rubbing her nub in small circles, dropping the knuckle of his index finger to her opening. He could tell she was wet, but knew she would need to be much more lubricated in order for her to take him without pain.

"Th-that's nice," she gasped.

He twisted his hand so he could keep up the pressure on her clit, while teasing her rim with the tip of his finger. He heard her draw in a quick breath just before he pushed one finger inside.

"Killiannn," she moaned, and reached down to grab his wrist, encouraging him to plunge into her more deeply.

"Would you like for me to try two?" he asked, watching his finger move in and out of her, beginning to glisten with her arousal.

"Yes, yes, pleeease," she moaned, as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. He added a second digit, pleased when her face showed even more pleasure. "That feels...amazing!"

As he continued to stroke her walls with his fingers and keep pressure on her clit, he began to rub his other hand up and down his erection.

Her eyes opened and she saw the movement of his hand on himself. "Let me...do that," she said, releasing her grip on his wrist to replace his hand with hers. "Tell me what you like."

"Just wrap your hand around me and...yes, just like that!" he exclaimed as she slid her hand up slowly and swiped her thumb across the tip, then reversed the action.

He tipped his head back and swallowed hard. "That feels so good, Love! Don't stop!"

He had stilled his fingers inside her while she was starting to stroke him and now he resumed, curling them to try to find the spot that would have her seeing stars. He knew he found it when she cried out his name and her hand tightened around his cock, while her walls fluttered and then clenched around his fingers.

"That felt fantastic," she gasped through her ragged breathing.

"There's more where that came from!" he grinned.

"You mean...I can do that again? Right away?"

"Have another orgasm? Of course you can. Many women can have multiple orgasms in one love-making session."

From her reaction, he wondered if she had ever experienced an orgasm. He was beginning to think her sexual encounters with Cassidy had been all about his gratification with no regard to how it felt for her. Killian was determined to show her they could both enjoy bone-deep pleasure while sharing their love for one another.

He leaned down to suck a mark into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sending ripples of excitement through her body once more. They continued to fondle and explore each other, driving their need and desire higher and higher, until finally he reached down to stop the stroking she had resumed along his almost painfully hard erection.

"Emma, if you keep...doing that, I'm not going to last," he explained. "Are you ready?"

He could tell she was slick and her body was responding eagerly to his caresses, but he wanted the decision to be hers.

"Y-yeah, I think so." He thought he saw a shadow pass over her face, but figured it was his imagination.

He started to push himself off the bed, but she gripped his forearms. "Where are you going?"

"I have to get a condom."

"No, wait. When I went in for my six week check-up, the doctor asked me if I wanted to go on birth control and I, uh, told him yes."

"So...you've got it covered?"

"Yeah."

Leaving another kiss to her lips, he nudged her hips further apart and settled between her legs. Reaching down to grasp himself, he began to rub the tip of his cock through her slickness. As he guided it to her entrance, he scanned up her body and noticed the tenseness in her face and how tightly she was gripping the sheets.

"Relax, Love. I'm going to take it slow until you adjust to me. I won't hurt you."

"It..it always hurts," she said. "I mean, I've only done it four times, but it hurt every time."

Killian's jaw clenched. Not only had that bastard been too irresponsible to use protection, he hadn't even taken the time and care to be gentle with her during her first few times. It was no wonder she'd been nervous about wanting to take this next step. Her only sexual experiences had been unsatisfying and painful.

"Hey, look at me," he said, forcing his voice to be calm even though anger was coursing through him at how she had been treated. When her eyes met his, he could see the trepidation in them. "I promise I will NOT hurt you, Love. I'll make sure this is enjoyable for both of us."

"Okay," she said in a small voice.

"You said you trusted me, right?"

The last traces of fear instantly left her eyes. "Yes, Killian. I trust you completely."

"Good. Just remember to tell me how you're feeling."

"I will."

He began to rut lightly against her and rubbed his straining cock through her folds over and over again, until her hands let go of the sheet and roamed over his shoulders and back.

"Killian, please! I'm ready now!" she panted.

He was relieved to hear those words since he was overly worked up himself. Once again he pressed his tip to her soaked opening and slowly pushed himself inside. As he slid in inch-by-inch, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort and was happy to see nothing but ecstasy.

He experimented with pulling back every so often then going a little deeper each time, and it didn't seem to cause her any pain.

As he gritted his teeth to keep from taking her too quickly the way his body was begging him to do, she moved her hands down his back to firmly grip his ass. "More, Killian! It feels so good!" she pleaded.

He dropped to his elbows and shoved his arms under her, gripping her shoulders from underneath, then slid the rest of the way home. Immediately the feeling was so overwhelming it took every ounce of his self-control not to spill himself prematurely.

"Are you...alright...Love?" he gasped.

"Yes, Killian! I...I love you!"

"I love you, too," he responded, while trailing open-mouth kisses up her throat. "I need to move, Sweetness. Stay with me!"

"Mmmmm…" she moaned deep in her throat, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He began to thrust shallowly and soon, with her urging, was plunging into her as she kept up with his pace. The sounds she was making went straight to his groin, and he knew he was going to have to take action in order for her to climax before he did. He moved his thumb to rub roughly over her bundle of nerves and soon her thighs tightened and she began to shake with her impending release.

"Let...go...Emma!" he ground out through clenched teeth.

She shattered, seeing white explode behind her eyelids, and her spasming walls dragged him with her as he poured himself into her, filling her with his warm release.

He tried to move off to the side so he wouldn't crush her with his weight, but she wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her. They laid together for several minutes while their breathing evened out and the sweat on their bodies cooled.

"How do you feel, Sweetness?" he finally managed to ask.

"So good," she sighed.

"Mmhmm, you really do!" he grinned.

She giggled happily. "I never...knew it could be...like that," she commented, between showering his messy hair with kisses.

He propped his chin on the middle of her chest and looked into her face. "I won't pretend to be an expert, because I haven't had much experience either, but I believe it's a much more incredible feeling when it's between two people who are truly in love."

"That makes sense, and I truly do love you, Babe."

"The feeling is mutual, my love," he said, then playfully rubbed his scruffy chin into her skin, making her giggle. Pushing himself up, he planted a kiss on her lips, and rolled to the side, taking her with him so their positions were reversed. In the process, his softened cock slipped out of her.

She gave him an adorable pout and he barked out a laugh as his fingers found her braid to begin gently unraveling it, since it was already starting to come undone. While he carefully combed through the strands to keep them from tangling, she kept her eyes on his face, in awe of the love she saw there.

When his task was finished, he turned his eyes back to meet hers and smiled when he realized she'd been watching him. Continuing to run his fingers through her silky hair, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering how I ever got so lucky to have you fall in love with me."

"I believe I'm the lucky one, Swan. I have two beauties who love me."

She scratched her fingernails through his hair, temple to crown, then held his head steady as she bent to kiss him. Several long, enjoyable minutes passed as they languidly moved their mouths together.

"I should, um, help you get cleaned up," he mumbled against her lips.

"I don't wanna move. Can't I just stay right here all night?"

He knew she was teasing, but it gave him an opening for something he wanted to ask. "Emma, can you...would you, um, I mean…"

"Whatever you're trying to say, just say it, Killian."

He traced her cheekbone with a fingertip before saying, "I'd like for you to share my bed, not just tonight, but from now on. Would you be comfortable doing that?"

"Well, it would make Zeke's decision of whose room to sleep in a lot easier every night!"

"Aye. He'll be sleeping on your bed in Alli's room!"

After laughing together, Emma sobered and gave him her answer. "I think I would be very comfortable sharing your bed, Killian."

He gave her a bright grin just before he pressed more kisses into the skin behind her ear. "I look forward to going to sleep with you in my arms every night."

"Me too, but honestly, I'm not really ready to go to sleep quite yet."

He smiled slyly, understanding her meaning, but playing along. "What did you have in mind?"

"Hmmm...I don't know. Maybe we should play charades?" she giggled.

"That's not quite what I was thinking, but if that's what you prefer…"

She growled and nipped at his lip as her hands began wandering down his body. "This time, you tell me what feels good, okay?"

He took her chin in his hand so she would make eye contact with him. "Only if it's what you really want to do, Emma. Please don't feel pressured or obligated to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I won't, but I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier."

"You don't have to worry about that - it felt fantastic to me, too!"

She grinned, then set to work kissing her way down his body as her hand found his cock, which began to stiffen again under her touch. When it became apparent that she was intent on taking him into her mouth, Killian stopped her.

"I told you that you don't have to do that, Love."

"I know, but what if I want to?"

He searched her eyes momentarily for any sign of hesitance and, not seeing any, said, "Let me go clean up first."

He saw how dark her lust-filled eyes were as she told him, "I...I kinda want to...taste you right now. Is that alright with you?"

"Your heart's desire, Swan. I promise that's all I want you to have," he said, brushing his fingers across her cheek.

After throwing him a sweet smile, she turned her attention back to where she was slowly stroking him to rigidity. With each upward movement, she swiped her thumb across his tip, until she bent to press her lips to it and lightly sucked.

She looked back up at him to grin, then took more of him into her mouth, licking and sucking until her cheeks hollowed out.

It was Killian's turn to fist the sheets. "Gods, Emma. That feels so good!" He didn't want to force her to do anything, but he couldn't help himself as he put his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper. When she did, he could hear her gag slightly.

"Stop, Love," he said, cupping her chin to gently pull her off of him.

"It's okay, Killian. I'll get used to it."

"We'll have plenty of time in the future to experiment. Right now, come up here with me."

She kissed his leaking tip one more time, then scooted up his body. He pulled her down to begin plundering her mouth with his tongue once again. As he did, she widened her hips and slid forward enough for his fully erect cock to slide up between her cheeks. Then she raised and lowered herself, dispersing her slick arousal along his shaft.

His breath was hitching against her mouth and he let out a long, low moan. "Emmmma...need to be inside you!"

Without taking the time to reply, she lifted up, grasped him and guided him into her welcoming wetness and warmth. Settling down around him, she took a few moments to adjust before beginning to ride him. Slow movements carried her up and down his hard member at a steady pace as he thrust up into her. Soon the tempo quickened as the sensations began to overwhelm them.

"Yesss, Emma! Just like that! Feels so...bloody...good!"

"Close, Killian! I feel like I'm gonna…" She couldn't force any more words out as she dropped down, taking him in as far as she could while she shook with her powerful orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, his climax occurred almost simultaneously.

Emma collapsed on top of him, completely spent. His fingers absently roamed up and down her back and through her tangled hair while his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. After several minutes, he heard her mumble something into his chest.

"What did you say, Sweetness?"

She turned her head to meet his eyes and repeated, "I love you, Babe."

His answering smile was bright before he bent to place a kiss to the crown of her head. "I love you, too. I hope I was able to show you just how much."

"I think you did a pretty good job."

"Only pretty good?" he questioned.

"Well, I think we may need more practice so I can decide for sure," she smirked.

"I'm definitely up for that!" he chuckled.

"Doesn't really feel like you're UP for it right now," she teased, wiggling her ass and causing him to shift inside her.

"I didn't hear you complaining a few minutes ago, Swan."

"Mmmm...I have nothing to complain about. You were...amazing! And I want to thank you, Killian, for being so considerate and...gentle. You made it feel so good."

"You're welcome; but you made me feel just as good, my love."

Emma laid her head back down, resting her cheek against his chest, and they remained that way for quite a while. Finally, Killian broke the silence. "Are you still awake, Love?"

"Mmhmm," she replied sleepily.

"Let's go get cleaned up. We won't have to get up during the night with Alli, so we should be able to get a full night's sleep."

"But that means I have to move," she muttered.

"It will only take a few minutes, then we'll come right back" he chuckled. "I think you'll survive!"

Reluctantly, she rolled off of him, pushed herself to her feet and stumbled in the direction of the bathroom. He followed her, stopping to grab some sleep pants and a T-shirt.

When they got into the bathroom, he ran warm water over two washcloths and handed her one while he used the other one on himself. He noticed she seemed to be a bit self-conscious of her nakedness again, and hoped that in time, she would become much more comfortable.

He slid his sleep pants on and was about to pull the T-shirt over his head, but turned and handed it to her instead.

"You don't have to do that. I can go to my room and get my pajamas."

He scratched behind his ear, then admitted, "I know you can, but it's actually quite a turn-on to think of you wearing my shirt."

"In that case…" she smirked, tugging the shirt over her head. After flipping her hair out and yanking the hem of it down to mid-thigh, she struck a model pose and teased, "So what do you think? Are you turned on?"

"You have no idea," he growled, moving to take her into his arms. They shared some sweet kisses, then brushed their teeth and took their turns going to the bathroom.

Once Emma had gotten some underwear and her pillow from her room, and Killian had gone to the kitchen to get each of them a bottle of water and let Zeke outside for the final time, they met back in his bedroom.

"Do you prefer a certain side of the bed?" he asked.

"No, it doesn't matter to me."

He shook out the covers then flipped them back invitingly. "I'm sure we'll be able to figure out how we're most comfortable soon."

She nodded and sat on the mattress, scooting over to the far side to lay down, and he slid in beside her. They laid side-by-side, each lost in their thoughts.

"It was a perfect night, Killian," Emma whispered.

He rolled to his side and propped himself on his elbow to look at her. "Aye, it really was. Thank you for setting up the date."

Reaching up with her left hand, she caressed his cheek and he turned to press a kiss to her wrist. "I hope we'll be able to share many more nights like this, although we can't expect Mary Margaret and David to keep Alli very often. After all, they have a wedding to plan."

"I'm sure we'll find plenty of opportunities to have some time to ourselves, Love. And don't forget - we'll be together here in our bed every night from now on."

"Yeah, that's gonna be nice." She craned her neck to kiss him and he leaned in to meet her halfway. "Goodnight, Babe. I love you very much."

"Sweet dreams, Emma. I love you, too."

She turned over onto her left side and he moved behind her, molding his body to hers and wrapping his right arm around her. She ran her hand along his arm and sighed happily, then they drifted to sleep peacefully, wrapped up in each other's arms and the warmth of their love.

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