Pre-warning - this is pure smut. It makes this fic really earn its M rating. Enjoy.

Your Case or Mine

Chapter 12

Emma was barely through their bedroom door when Killian pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly and smiling as she giggled into the kiss, blindly tossing the box of condoms onto the bedside table. It was good to hear her laugh, to see that she was letting herself enjoy what was unfolding between them without being distracted by everything outside the sanctuary of their home.

"I can taste myself on your tongue."

She hummed against his lips, swiping her tongue over his bottom lip, and giggled again when he groaned. He reached for her hand and guided it to the front of his pants, pressing it over the hard ridge of his erection that had been begging for some real friction since she'd unceremoniously mounted him on the sofa.

"Feel what you do to me when you say things like that, lass."

He mumbled, never breaking the connection of their lips as he awkwardly guided them toward the bed, her hand still rubbing against him and his hands now in her hair. He really couldn't get enough of running them through her golden tresses, already tussled from his earlier attentions.

When her knees bumped against the bed, she dropped down to sit on the edge of it, breathless as she looked up at him with a heated gaze. Her chest was flushed, her cheeks too, and he was very much enjoying seeing just how affected she was by what they were doing. He dropped to his knees then, nudging hers wider so he was kneeling between them, his hands on her thighs, sliding upwards achingly slowly. He saw her breath catch as her eyes flickered from his hands to his face, the torturously slow pace of his seduction making her tremble with delicious anticipation.

"Lean back on your elbows, Emma."

He commanded softly, the timbre of his voice and the way his accent curled around her name sending a flash of heat right to her core. She did as she was told, leaning back and allowing him a little more space to bend, kissing his way along the same path his hands had made up her thighs. Open-mouthed kisses with the occasional drag of his teeth against her soft skin left her panting, unable to look away despite the urge to close her eyes and lose herself to the sensations he was creating.

Her dress was just about covering her still, but when his kisses reached the top of her thighs, she instinctively lifted her hips so he could push her dress up, leaving her bare to his sight. He growled and nipped at the sharp jut of her hip bones in turn, causing her to gasp quietly, before returning to his task of driving her slowly insane by pressing kisses everywhere except where she desperately wanted him.

She didn't even realize she was rolling her hips slightly until he wrapped his arms around her thighs and yanked her slightly closer to the edge of the bed. He glanced up at her with a smirk, and then finally, finally, lowered his head between her legs, wasting no time in dragging his tongue though her folds, causing her to jerk and cry out as a sharp bolt of pleasure shot through her.

"Oh, God, that feels good…"

She moaned, her head dropping back while she struggled to stay up on her elbows. He pulled back and she whimpered at the loss. Looking down at him, about to ask why the hell he'd stopped, he simply smirked at her.

"Watch me, love. I want those gorgeous green eyes on me the whole time, understood?"

She nodded, forgetting how to form words through the foggy haze of desire clouding her head. He returned to his task then, and in no time at all, she was shuddering and shaking, moaning loudly and whimpering out a litany of curses as he kept her on the edge, slowing down right everytime she thought she was going to fall.

It was the most divine torture, and he read her body's cues so well, his attentiveness allowing him to deny her gratification until she felt like she was losing her mind. Her abs aching from the tension of his repeated build-ups and the extended time teetering on the precipice of orgasm.

"Remember how I said I'd make you beg-"

"Please!" She cut him off with a sob, uncaring that she would have scoffed at the idea of begging a man for anything if she hadn't been so worked up, "Please, Killian...let me…oh God!"

He'd tugged her legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs again the second his name had fallen from her lips, sucking her clit between his lips and applying enough pressure that she immediately stiffened, screaming out her pleasure as an intense orgasm gripped her.

Like earlier, he eased her down, gentle licks and tender kisses pressed to her glistening folds and her legs, which now felt like lead to her and twitched occasionally with aftershocks. She didn't remember falling back from her elbows, but when she finally remembered how to breath again, she was staring at the ceiling, her body bathed in the glorious afterglow.

CS

Will wasn't a huge fan of having to stay late at work, on his own, to sit and watch a bunch of security cameras that over the past week had shown not much more than Emma and Killian dancing around each other and getting on with mundane day-to-day life. When they'd moved in, almost a week earlier, they'd opted to use the living room that didn't have cameras and microphones hooked up. So the majority of the time, whoever was manning the cameras in the evenings at the station had the boring job of staring at empty screens.

But, Will supposed, boring and uneventful was better than the alternative - seeing something that required action and meant the two of them were in some kind of danger. So far though, since returning from their dinner date, Emma and Killian had been holed up in the living room, away from the cameras, and Will had sat spinning around in his chair, clock watching and counting down until the night shift rookie showed up around midnight.

He alternated between playing various games on his phone and texting Lily. Ruby had done her usual trick of playing matchmaker, but this time it seemed to have been rather successful. She'd insisted that Will just had to meet her roommate, and had set them up on a somewhat-awkward blind-date at the diner. The awkwardness had managed to break the ice between them though, and they'd hit it off. He'd bashfully asked for her number after the date, and they'd exchanged them while rolling their eyes at a gleefully smug Ruby giving them both a thumbs-up from behind the counter.

That had been less than a week ago, and they'd been texting non-stop ever since. He'd send her a silly meme, and she'd respond with a gif or a sequence of emojis that he'd chuckle at as he deciphered them. He felt like a schoolboy with a crush, and had Emma been around, he knew he would have talked her ear off about Lily by now, and she would have teased him mercilessly about that fact.

He was so engrossed in searching for a reaction gif to respond to Lily's latest text, that Will failed to notice Emma and Killian emerging from the living room on one of the screens, heading upstairs. He was spinning slowly around on the office chair and chuckling to himself over his gif choice, blissfully unaware as Emma appeared on another screen, entering the bedroom with Killian now. By the time he hit send on his text, he'd missed the fact that the couple were kissing and quite clearly leading into something more as Emma sat down on the edge of the bed, her back to the camera.

It was only when Emma moaned loudly that Will's head snapped up. His eyes widened as he quickly scanned all the screens and saw Emma sat on the bed, propped up on her elbows, with Killian's head between her legs and her dress hiked up around her waist.

Panicking, Will frantically tried to slide his chair closer to the screens so he could shut the bedroom camera off, but in his haste, the legs of the chair locked and he ended up on the floor with a grunt, his phone clattering down too. Scrambling to his feet, he desperately fumbled with switches and buttons, but to his horror, the volume on the microphones went up, and the sound of Emma crying out in pleasure ricocheted off the glass walls of the small security headquarters they'd had set up for the mission.

"Please, Killian...let me…oh God!"

"Bloody fuckin' fuck!"

Will yelped, his cheeks blazing with embarrassment as he hurriedly switched the microphones off and finally found the control button for switching the cameras on and off. After a few attempts, and more muttered expletives as he averted his eyes from Emma and Killian's little rendezvous as much as he possibly could, he finally hit the right button and the bedroom screen went black.

With a sigh of relief, and his heart still racing, mortified that he'd seen so much, Will righted his chair and sat down heavily. It was a small mercy that he was the only one left in the office, because the idea of any of their co-workers, or any of Killian's team - or worse, David - seeing Emma like that, horrified him even more.

He'd suspected that they'd forgotten about the cameras and microphones in the house after previously witnessing a tender and charged moment between them in the kitchen. But he hadn't expected it to escalate to the point where he'd catch the beginning of an unintentional porno.

When he'd finally recovered enough to think straight, he groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. He knew he was no doubt going to be stuck with the mental image they'd unknowingly burned onto his retinas now and be tormented endlessly by the fact that he now knew what his partner's sex noises sounded like.

Cursing as he remembered dropping his phone, he retrieved it and opened his messages, quickly typing out a text to Emma, though he knew full well that she was much too distracted to pay any attention to her phone at that point. Once sent, he turned his focus determinedly to the cameras.

He was going to make sure that the brief footage of Emma and Killian's dalliance was erased, because there was no way on God's green earth he was about to let anyone else see his best friend and partner in that position. He knew how mortified she'd be if she'd remembered about the presence of the cameras and realized they were being recorded, so he set to work erasing any evidence of what he'd witnessed.

CS

"Stand up, sweetheart."

"I honestly don't think my legs are gonna hold me up after that."

Emma laughed breathlessly, completely uncaring that she was lying with her legs dangling off the side of the bed and her dress bunched up around her waist, bare to his gaze. He was standing between her knees, drinking in the sight of her, and as her eyes flitted down to the tented crotch of his pants, she pushed herself back up onto her elbows, licking her lips.

Standing on shaky legs, his arms immediately circled her waist and she felt the zipper of her dress being dragged down. He took half a step back and Emma let the dress fall, standing completely naked in front of him. A surge of self-consciousness had the air backing up in her lungs and she pulled him forward, trembling fingers tugging his shirt out of his pants and hastily ridding him of his belt, before concentrating on unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off his shoulders.

Killian helped her divest him of his pants, and in no time at all he too was naked, painfully aroused by the feeling of Emma's warm, soft skin pressed up against his own as he leaned down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she hummed into the kiss. He hoisted her up into his arms, hands on her ass, squeezing gently, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist so ensure he didn't drop her.

After a few torturous moments of kissing her and feeling her wet heat pressing against the his length where it was trapped between them, Killian turned and sat down where Emma had been earlier, his lips still on hers. Their position mirrored the one they'd enjoyed in the living room, but this time they had the added sensation of bare skin and no clothing to mute the feeling of one another.

Emma pulled back, lips kiss-bruised and her chest heaving. She looked dazedly into his eyes for a moment, knowing she probably looked just as wrecked as he did, and he wasn't even inside her yet. Leaning over, she grabbed the box of condoms and, after a bit of fumbling and a few curses, she ripped open the box and pulled one square foil out. She wasted no time in ripping it open with her teeth and slipped her hand between their bodies to wrap around his straining cock, swiping her thumb over the tip to smear the pre-cum that was already beading there.

She gave him a few twists of her wrist and pumped his hand up and down, which had him jerking and groaning, his head lolling forward to rest on her shoulder as he watched her hand work him expertly. Then, she took the condom and rolled it down the length of him in one smooth movement, quickly shifting to lift her hips and line him up at her entrance.

"Emma…"

Her gaze snapped to his then, and he saw the momentary flash of apprehension, as though he was going to say he'd suddenly changed his mind, that this wasn't a good idea. The mere thought that she might doubt how much he wanted her, wanted everything she was willing to offer, made his expression soften. He lifted his hand to her cheek, his thumb tenderly caressing as he looked into her eyes, hoping she could read the truth in his words as they fell from his lips.

"You're so beautiful."

He whispered reverently, and she immediately dropped her gaze. He frowned, moving his hand to tilt her chin, encouraging her to meet his eyes once more. Somewhat reluctantly she did, and he caught the flash of uncertainty reflected back at him.

"Hey," he said, softly, "You really are so beautiful, Emma. Stunning, exquisite, breathtaking. In case you hadn't realized, I'm...rather taken by you. I just want to make sure you really do want this."

She snorted, cheeks pink, and gestured between them.

"I'd think the fact that I just put a condom on you is a pretty good non-verbal clue…" Killian remained silent, waiting, and she bit her lip, turning serious, and when she spoke, her voice was quiet but sure, "Yes, Killian. I want this."

He nodded then, surging forward to kiss her and she took that opportunity to sink down onto him, moaning into his mouth at the overwhelming sensation of him filling her. Stilling once she'd taken him in to the hilt, she realized her eyes had fallen closed and she opened them to see Killian looking at her as though she was some kind of celestial being, an otherworldly creature that he couldn't quite believe he was being afforded the chance to touch.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she rolled her hips and they groaned simultaneously. It had been almost two weeks since they'd first experienced this kind of bliss together, but it felt like a lifetime ago. It had been incredible then, but the build-up of tension over the last week of living together was ensuring that this time was already blowing their first time out of the water.

Desperate for more, Emma lifted her hips and began to ride Killian with abandon. Her head fell back and he leaned forward to press his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking the delicate skin, teeth grazing and adding to the vortex of sensation that was threatening to overcome both of them.

When she leaned backwards, her hands finding purchase behind her, on his knees, Killian's hands instinctively slipped under her to grab her ass and ensure she didn't fall off his lap. She managed to find her rhythm quickly, and he took the opportunity to lean forward again, this time capturing one of her nipples and swirling his tongue around it. She faltered, gasping at the extra stimulation, and he dragged his teeth over her gently.

She shuddered, feeling her walls involuntarily clench around him like a vice, and when he choked out a curse against her breast, she knew he'd felt it too. Gasping for breath, sweat glistening on her skin and her thighs burning with the exertion, she doubled down, slamming her hips down and clenching on each downstroke.

"Emma….s-slow down- fuck! Slow down, love...I won't last…"

She shook her head, but momentarily slowed down and met his gaze.

"I want more than one round out of this, after weeks of getting myself off in the shower thinking about you…"

She said breathlessly, and he was stunned into silence for a second, before he yanked her closer to him by her hips. She yelped at the sudden sharp pressure of him seated even deeper inside her, but it quickly melted into a long moan of pleasure as his hand slipped between them and his thumb found her clit with unerring accuracy.

"Fall with me, darling. I want to feel you come around my cock and take me over with you."

Emma swallowed a moan and nodded numbly, speeding up her thrusts so she was bouncing in his lap again, the delicious sensation of her orgasm building until it crashed down, blinding her as stars exploded behind her eyes and she let out a long, loud moan, barely registering his fingers digging into her hips, hard enough to probably leave bruises, as he thrust up a final time and stilled. He groaned out her name, his legs twitching beneath her, and she could feel the subsiding pulses of his release deep inside her.

He fell backwards, still inside her and gripping her hips. She squeaked in surprise, falling too but catching herself with her hands either side of his head, her hair curtained around them.

"Hi."

She said shyly, silently wondering how the hell she could suddenly feel shy after that and when he was still semi-hard inside her, following a mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm.

"Hi to you too."

He gave her a dreamy smile and chuckled, reaching up to thread his hands into her hair and pull her down more firmly on top of him, their lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. Eventually, Emma pulled back, biting her lip as he slipped out of her, and she moved to lay beside him on the bed. He eventually sat up once he'd come down enough from his high to think coherently, and reached for a box of tissues on the the bedside table, promptly ridding himself of the condom.

Emma shifted too, pulling back the covers and moving over to her side of the bed, shivering as the afterglow wore off and the cool air of the room chilled her bare skin. Killian joined her, slipping under the covers and immediately pulling her toward him, loving the feeling of being skin-on-skin with her without any barriers. He leaned in to kiss her, and she smiled against his lips.

They didn't speak for awhile, content to share slow, lazy kisses as their hands wandered, touching every inch of one another until they were both breathing heavily. Her toes curled when he palmed one of her breasts, thumb brushing over her nipple, and she dragged her nails down his back in retaliation, eliciting a quiet groan of appreciation from him.

"Feels like you're up for round two."

She teased when his hips rutted involuntarily in response to her scratching down his back, and she felt his hardening cock press insistently against her thigh. His hands moved to her hips then and he rolled them effortlessly so that she was beneath him, legs splayed to accommodate him and body shuddering when he canted his hips just so against her, rubbing his length in exactly the right spot.

"Tease…"

She whispered, trying to shift her hips up and encourage him to repeat the action. He stilled, smirking down at her, holding himself up on his elbows, and after a few moments he gave her what she wanted, a dirty grind that had her gasping with the sharp shock of pleasure radiating out from her core.

It was good, but it wasn't enough. Despite having had two orgasms already, she was more than ready to chase another, and desperately reached for another condom with shaking hands. He sat back on his knees, and she followed suit, but instead of simply ripping open another condom and rolling it down onto him, she motioned for him to move backwards, a glint in her eyes. He did so with a frown of confusion.

"What are you do-...bloody hell."

Emma had moved so that she was on all fours in front of him, ass in the air as she dropped down onto her elbows, her mouth level with his cock. Without hesitating, she licked a firm stripe up the length of him and took just the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip and humming at the taste of him.

She bobbed her head, taking in a little more of him each time, until he hit the back of her throat and loudly moaned her name. She kept taking him as deeply as she could, catching her breath everytime she pulled back and concentrating on the sounds he was making with every little thing she did.

His hand tentatively tangled in her hair and she looked up at him, taking in how lost in pleasure he looked as he watched her blow him. She felt a certain sense of power, being able to ruin a man so thoroughly with just the use of her mouth, and Killian certainly looked ruined.

"Swan, stop-"

She pulled back momentarily, smirking up at him before diving right back in, doubling down on her efforts until he was panting and desperately saying her name. She kept her eyes locked on his as she wrapped her hand around the base of him and twisted her wrist in short, firm strokes, dipping her head to swipe her tongue over his balls, earning her a strangled groan from him.

"Emma, I'm close."

He warned, his voice strained and giving away how hard he was working to control himself. She lifted her head then, smirking once more and biting his thigh gently, her hand still working him.

"Well, I should hope so. I'm giving you some of my best work here."

With that, she took him into her mouth again, deep-throating him and gagging around his generous length. He grunted loudly, hips thrusting wildly a few times until she felt the warmth of his release hitting the back of her throat and filling her mouth. Pulling back slightly so that she could swallow, she looked up at him, both of them trying to catch their breath.

"That was...Jesus, Emma, I..."

He trailed off, seemingly unable to form sentences effectively so soon after a mind-blowing orgasm. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and moved to kneel up, watching him carefully.

"Was it...okay?"

She asked slowly, and he gawped at her.

"Okay?! Are you joking? It was the most incredible blowjob I've ever received," he drew her to him, cupping her cheek with one hand, "Thank you, love."

He kissed her then, another slow, deep affair that had her melting in his arms. If would be a little while before he'd be ready to go again, despite having an impressively short refractory period, but that didn't mean he couldn't satisfy her in the meantime.

She giggled as he turned them around and pulled her down on top of him once more, raining kisses across her face and down her neck, pausing to pay special attention to her breasts as his hands roamed over her bare skin. Her chill from earlier was long-gone and she felt like she was burning up with every well-placed touch and searing kiss from him.

Tugging on her earlobe with his teeth, pulling a shaky sigh of pleasure from her, he whispered in her ear.

"Hold on to the headboard and put your knees on either side of my head, sweetheart."

Emma pulled back to look at him, her eyes glassy with desire.

"But you already-"

"Aye, and I'm going to again. Give me a little time to recover from that wicked mouth of yours, and let me put mine to good use."

Emma swallowed hard, stomach clenching at his words. She wasn't entirely sure she was going to survive the night, at this rate. And she remembered their first time, in his hotel room, wondering if he was trying to kill her with pleasure. This time was even better, and she hadn't thought that was possible.

He guided her upwards then, shuffling so that his head was once again between her legs. She could feel her cheeks blazing as she looked down at him.

"I've uh-...I've never done this before…"

She mumbled, gripping the headboard til her knuckles turned white. Most of her one night stands hadn't even offered to go down on her (not that she would have accepted the offer anyway, too unnerved by the level of intimacy that tended to lend itself to, but still). Some barely even did more to warm her up than shove a finger or two inside her before focusing on getting off themselves. So actually riding a guy's face had definitely not been something she'd been able to tick off on her sexual acts checklist. Until now. And just the anticipation of it was driving her wild. Killian hadn't even touched her yet and she already felt like she was one swipe of his tongue away from falling over the edge for the third time.

Killian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at her confession, which quickly turned into a frown. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and turned his head to press a tender kiss to her trembling thigh before once again meeting her gaze.

"Then every other man you've been with was an utter fool."

With that, he pulled her down to his mouth and set about devouring her as though she was the most delicious meal he'd ever had the fortune of tasting. She cried out, toes curling and her entire body tensing under his pleasurable onslaught. It didn't take very long for her to feel the telltale signs of her third impending orgasm, and with his tongue thrusting inside her, he seemed to feel it too, because his fingers found her bundle of nerves then and she screamed, her body convulsing and her head thrown back.

The next thing she was aware of was Killian's hand stroking her hair from her face, and her eyes fluttered open. He was sat on the edge of the bed beside her, gazing at her with the softest smile as he offered her a glass of water.

"What...did I black out?"

She asked, her body feeling heavy and sated as she sat up. He chuckled as she took the glass of water and gulped it down.

"Aye, just for a minute or so. I'll admit, I've never managed to make a woman pass out with an orgasm before. It's definitely given my ego a bit of a stroke. You alright?"

Emma placed the glass down on her bedside table, smiling and shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, for what it's worth, no man has ever made me pass out with an orgasm before either. Then again, no man has ever given me three of them in one night before, either. So your ego deserves a stroke."

He cupped her cheek and gently brought his lips to hers then, another deep, tender kiss that made her sigh dreamily into it. She'd never been kissed as thoroughly either. He was almost definitely ruining her for every other man in the future.

Feeling a knot tighten in her stomach at the idea of ever being with another man, a man who wasn't Killian Jones, Emma broke the kiss and looked away. He immediately noticed the change in her demeanor and tilted her chin back towards him with the gentle encouragement of his fingers.

"Hey, what's wrong, lass? Where did you go just now?"

She reluctantly met his gaze and shook her head.

"Nowhere. Kiss me again. Please?"

He hesitated, clearly considering pushing her for a real answer, but deciding against it and acquiescing to her request instead. This time, she took charge, her kiss demanding and needy, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. She tugged him fully onto the bed and yanked him down on top of her, writhing and panting, so easily turned on and letting loose weeks' worth of sexual tension between them.

"Mmm, Emma-" he mumbled against her lips, "Slow down…"

"Condom."

"Emma-"

"Please, Killian! Just fuck me again. I need you to fuck me."

Her tone was desperate, pleading, and her voice cracked, tears in her eyes when he leaned back to look at her. He stilled, frowning with concern, and shook his head.

"Love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, but he gave her a look that told her he didn't believe that for a second, and she deflated, "I-I...just...this is all we have. And pretty soon we're gonna go our separate ways and I just want to...I want to enjoy this while I can."

She saw the understanding dawn on his face and he looked away, trying to compose himself. After a few endless seconds, he met her gaze once more and nodded, resuming their kiss. She sobbed in relief, widening her legs to allow him to settle between them more comfortably. She could feel him hardening as they continued to kiss desperately, and she blindly fumbled for the condom she'd grabbed earlier. Once she found it, she wasted no time in ripping it open and rolling it on, lining him up and waiting for the blessed relief of him sinking into her once again.

He wasn't moving though, the tip of him resting at her entrance as she finally looked up at him expectantly. His gaze was soft and tender, and her heart skipped with the fear that he might say something he couldn't take back, something that would have her walls flying up and fear gripping her. But he didn't. Instead, he gave her a shaky smile.

"If it's alright with you, Swan...I don't wish to 'fuck you' this time."

She looked at him in confusion, unable to decipher his words when her mind was so fogged with arousal. He didn't wait for her to respond though, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before continuing.

"I'd like to make love to you. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated, and show you how good it can be, when it's more than just a quick fuck."

Emma's throat went dry as she stared at him, unable to quite believe this man was real. No one had ever taken such care with her, or worshipped her body the way he had done both times they'd fallen into bed together. And now here he was, telling her he wanted to make love to her. She wasn't sure she'd ever done that before, even with Neal.

She'd thought she'd loved him, but she was just a naive kid back then, and in hindsight, she wasn't sure anyone could legitimately pass off fucking in the backseat of a car, in rest-stop bathrooms, or in dirty motel rooms as 'making love' in any kind of way. Especially when he was the only one who ever actually got off.

"Is that okay, love?"

Killian prompted, a flash of uncertainty crossing his face and snapping her out of her thoughts. She nodded quickly, knowing her voice would crack if she tried to verbalize her consent. His smile was back, and he leaned in to kiss her again, the tip of him finally pushing inside her as he did so.

She gasped into his mouth, relishing the thick drag of him as he slowly filled her, and once he was fully seated, he stopped. Her walls fluttered around him and his nostrils flared with the effort of reining himself in. He wanted to go slow, to savor every second inside her and make it last.

He knew their mission could potentially end any day, and their future was uncertain, at best. She'd been very clear about not being one for relationships, and even though he knew realistically that their time together had a deadline, he wanted to give her all the experiences she'd never been afforded before. At least those he was capable of giving her. Like the fancy dates and having someone make love to her, putting her pleasure before their own.

Shifting his hands, he found hers gripping the blankets and gently encouraged her to interlace her fingers with his. She did so, and he squeezed her hands gently, guiding them above their heads and beginning to move with long, slow drags that had her moaning softly and arching her back off the bed.

He kissed his way down her neck, nuzzling into the juncture where her neck met her shoulder and inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut that he now always associated with her. He kept his thrusts slow and controlled, whispering into her skin how good she felt, and how perfect she was, how she was driving him crazy and how he couldn't get enough of her. She whined in response, her hips restlessly rolling beneath his until finally she pulled one of her hands out of his grasp and slipped it between them.

A spark of heat flickered up his spine as he looked down to watch her touch herself.

"Fuckin' hell, darling, you have no idea what that does to a man…"

He choked out, moving slightly so that he was kneeling between her legs, still buried deep inside her, but now able to watch her pleasure herself while he tried his best to maintain his rhythm. He faltered when she raised her hips, fucking herself up against him, but reluctantly gripped her hips, forcing her to slow down.

She whimpered in protest, sweat beading on her skin with the effort it took to go slow when her heart was hammering and her entire body felt wound up so tightly it bordered on painful.

"Keep touching yourself. I want to see how you get yourself off in the shower, thinking of me."

Emma did as he bid, her eyes falling closed as she worked herself up higher, the sensation enhanced by every thrust of his hips. It didn't take long for her to teeter on the edge, panting hard and bowing off the bed as she came for the fourth time that night, crashing over her in waves. It wasn't as violent as her earlier orgasm, but it lasted longer, drawing out with little aftershocks and making her whole body feel like it was floating.

Killian continued to move, little grunts falling from his lips as he chased his release once again. His eyes roamed her body, moving from her face to her breasts, across the toned flatness of her stomach, and down to where her fingers rested over where they were joined. She opened her eyes and watched him, her cheeks flushing at the rapturous way he was drinking in every detail.

She moved her hands to her breasts then, and his gaze snapped up, jaw clenching as she smirked and fondled them, putting on a little show that she knew would have him racing to completion.

"Come for me, Killian. I wanna feel you come inside me."

She purred, humming in satisfaction as he cursed and thrust roughly, losing his rhythm for a moment. He sped up slightly, eyes moving from her face to her breasts and back, and then he shifted, leaning forward to rest on his elbows, and finding her lips with his own.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her legs up either side of his hips, locking her ankles at the small of his back and clinging to him. He gasped into her mouth, fucking her into the bed with a few final thrusts before he stiffened and she once again felt her walls clenching around him as he pulsed and filled the condom with his seed.

He collapsed on top of her, and she didn't move, savoring the weight of him and absently threading her fingers through his hair, playing with the soft strands as they both tried to remember how to breathe. Killian rolled off her a few moments later, getting rid of the condom and muttering apologies for crushing her. She shook her head and smiled sleepily, not really knowing how to articulate the fact that she liked having the comforting weight of him on top of her like that.

They lay side by side in the quiet of their bedroom then, the air smelling like sex. Their bodies were both heavy with exhaustion and Killian turned to her warily, half-dreading her pulling away now and shutting him out. She couldn't run off like she had after their first time, but she could shut him out emotionally, and he was hoping with everything in him that she wasn't about to do that.

"You alright, love?"

He said tentatively, and she turned her head to meet his gaze. She gave him a sleepy smile and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm good. Better than good. You got me off four times tonight, for Christ's sake," she laughed hoarsely, and he gave her a lopsided, smug grin, "But if that's your way of asking me if I'm about to bolt, then you don't have to worry, I'm not going anywhere. Physically or emotionally."

She wriggled to pull the covers over both of them then, and shuffled closer to him, turning so her back was pressed against his chest. He eagerly complied with her unspoken request, spooning her and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. She reached for his arm and pulled it around her waist, playing with his fingers and sighing softly.

"I'm just...happy. It surprises me sometimes. Because I've only known you for, what, a little over two weeks? But it feels like a lifetime. And we're only living here, playing house, to catch a serial killer, yet here I am...feeling happy. Is it wrong?"

Emma swallowed the lump in her throat, and Killian held her tighter. She could feel him shaking his head behind her.

"It's not wrong. Sometimes we find things we weren't expecting in the most unlikely places. I certainly never expected to fall-..."

He cut himself off, and she felt him tense up as though waiting for her to pull away. She knew exactly what he was about to say, and yet...she didn't want to run. She wasn't ready to put her own feelings into words, but she also didn't feel the sense of panic swirling in her gut the way she half-expected to.

Pulling his arm tighter around her again, she waited until he started to relax again before she found her voice.

"I'm glad I met you, Killian Jones."

She whispered into the silence of the room, and he shifted slightly, encouraging her to turn her head and allow him to kiss her soundly on the lips. When he broke the kiss and settled behind her again, his solid warmth against her back, he pressed another soft kiss to her shoulder.

"And I you, Emma Swan."

CS

Phew. That's the smuttiest chapter I've ever written! I was initially going to continue with the morning after etc, but I decided to leave it on a feelsy vibe and leave that til the next chapter.

The usual thanks to my favorite people for the continued support. The reviews on here and AO3 after the last chapter were phenomenal and I cannot thank you all enough for that. I so appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave their feedback. It means the world to every fic writer, me included.