Disclaimer: As always...NOT MINE.

"We can't," Emma gasped, moving her head to the side anyway, giving Killian the access he wanted.

"Yes. We can." All through their dinner she'd been driving him crazy with her low cut dress and the teasing way she'd brushed her foot over his leather clad calf. If Emma expected this night to end up any other way aside from him being buried deep inside her wet heat, then she was sorely mistaken. He'd waited too damn long.

"My parents..."

"Are tucked away in bed, Swan. Blissfully unaware of the dastardly pirate about to ravage their daughter." He nipped lightly at her pulse, his scruff sliding over her perfect skin.

Emma groaned, clutching his arms for dear life, trying to hold herself up. "David...would kill you...oh god."

He'd pulled her hips flush against his, reminding just how far gone he already was. "I'll be long for before their Highnesses wake, love. I swear. Just let me have you, Emma. We've waited long enough."

"Okay," she said breathlessly. "Okay. God, just don't stop."

Hearing her breathless and needy, knowing it was all for him, that they were finally going to give in to this incredible attraction...it was everything he'd dreamed about that year he'd been away. There had been moments since he'd found her in New York that he'd despaired of ever breaking through her defenses, but they felt like a distant memory now. With the Witch defeated and everyone's memories returned, they could finally move forward. That no matter what happened they would be together.

Killian moved lower, his lips caressing the bare skin exposed by the scoop neck dress. His hook trailed up her side, dragging the skirt with it. "Are you partial to this dress, love?" he growled.

"Ye...yeah," she breathed.

"Then I'll have to get you a new one." A flick of his arm had the dress falling off her in tatters, leaving her in only her black lace underthings. Pale perfect skin begged for his touch. "Get on the bed." While Emma obeyed him – it was a testament to how far gone she was that she wasn't arguing with him – he shucked off his own clothes, the leather and linen falling to the floor in a heap. He started to work off his brace when Emma spoke.

"Leave it," she said, so quietly he almost missed it.

Killian's eyes darted to hers, pupils blown wide, the green nearly completely gone. She licked her lips as she stared at him in all his naked glory. Her eyes inevitably fell to his crotch where his cock jutted out proudly, the warm flesh aching for her. Killian gave her a lazy grin, wrapping his hand around it and stroking lightly. "There something you want, Swan?"

Emma swallowed thickly, her mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words. Briefly, he considered how she would look with those warm pink lips wrapped around him, sucking him dry, but they had time for that...later. Right now, he just wanted to claim her as his, at long last. Killian closed the distance, the mattress dipping as he joined her, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss.

He brushed her hair back with his hook, feeling her shiver from the cool metal. "You like that, Swan?" he murmured against her skin. "Would you like me to use my hook on you?" He brushed it over the fabric covering one of her straining nipples, making her shiver again. "Answer me, love."

Emma arched her back, trying to get closer. "Fuck...yes, alright? I want it."

Killian chuckled wickedly. "Well, I was just going to fuck you, but since you asked so nicely...lay back." He was desperate for her, to feel her wrapped around him, but Killian Jones was nothing if not a gentleman. He would give her this, then fuck her senseless.

Emma obeyed, biting her lip in anticipation. He should have known his Swan would be a wanton thing. Always so passionate and fiery. He loved that about her, along with so many other things. Killian dragged the blunt curve of his hook over her bare skin, moving up over her flat stomach to her lace encased breasts. Laying back as she was they were practically spilling out of the garment she was wearing, so Killian decided to relieve her of it. He curled the hook down between the valley of her breasts and tore straight through it, picking the destroyed fabric up by the tip and tossing it aside. Then he finally brought the metal to her sensitive skin, swirling it over her erect nipple. Emma gasped and groaned at the contact, fingers fisting the sheets. Unable to resist, Killian lowered his head and took the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, sucking lightly. Her skin tasted exquisite, he thought he could spend all night just worshiping her body with his mouth. Next time, he promised himself.

"Hook," Emma breathed, her voice straining to keep quiet. "Fuck."

Since he was using his moniker on her, he supposed it was only appropriate. Still he laughed. "Soon, darling. You asked for this, remember?" He dragged the tip over her pale skin lightly, not enough to cut her, just enough to tease. He was surprised at his own control, but he desperately wanted to make this good for her. If she wanted his hook, then she'd get it. When he got to the apex of her thighs, he groaned. "Gods, Emma. You are so fucking wet for me. Were you like this all through dinner? Is that why you teased and tormented me? Were you thinking about all the things I could do to you?"

"Oh god." The last remaining scrap of lace was soaked through; the sight made his mouth go dry. Emma bucked her hips up, trying to get him to do something, to touch her. Killian growled, hooking his fingers and hook under the waistband and yanking. The fabric tore with a loud rip and he chucked it aside. Killian nudged her thighs apart with his knee, exposing her to his hungry gaze. His control nearly snapped; Emma's arousal was dripping onto the sheet, all he wanted to do was bury himself inside her.

"Gods, I'm going to fuck you so good, Swan. After you come for me."

Without warning he dragged his hook through her folds, earning a sharp gasp from her. "Now, love, best keep quiet, yeah? We wouldn't want to get interrupted." Her parents really were just downstairs and frankly, Killian liked to keep all his bits right where they were. Emma nodded frantically. "More. Please."

He teased her mercilessly, rubbing the metal over her wet aching flesh, quickly coating it in her juices. It glistened in the low light, nearly driving him mad with want. Abruptly, he moved the hook over her clit, rubbing it furiously and thrusting his fingers inside her. He needed her to come. Right now. Needed it so that he could bury himself inside her and fuck her until they both blacked out. His rings pushed against her entrance as he thrust deep into her, curling his fingers searching for the perfect spot. He knew he found it when Emma shuddered violently and he redoubled his efforts.

"Come for me, Emma. Now."

Emma's hoarse scream was muffled as she buried her face in her pillow. Her hips bucked frantically against his fingers and hook as she rode out her high. "There's a good girl," he soothed. "You are so beautiful, Emma." The sight of her coming undone for him was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And he was greedy to see it again and again. He was a pirate, after all.

With a gentleness that belied his desperation, Killian pulled out of her and licked his fingers clean. He moaned at the taste of her; it was even better than he'd imagined. "I don't know if I can be gentle, love," he said, moving to hover over her. "Gods, I want you so much."

Emma reached down between them, her delicate fingers brushing over his hard heavy cock. "I won't break," she panted, still a bit out of breath. "Do it."

Killian nodded, capturing her lips in a needy kiss as he thrust home. He braced himself above her on his forearms, not wasting any time, taking her with swift deep strokes. She felt like heaven around him, warm and wet and tight. "Fuck, Emma. So fucking good." He kissed her again, trying to muffle their sounds. Emma brought her legs up around his waist, forcing him even deeper into her.

"Jesus," Emma gasped. "How are you real? Fuck."

Killian was too far gone to answer her, never had he imagined it could feel like this. He always knew they'd be brilliant, but this was more than he'd ever expected. This was everything. Everything he'd been missing for over three hundred years. This was fire and passion and a deep abiding love. This was home. He knew that as sure as he knew anything. This was where he was meant to be. With her, loving her, until time ran out and the world finally ended.

He could feel his release approaching, he couldn't hold off for much longer, he was wound too tightly. Quickly, he slipped his hand between them and flicked his thumb over her clit, wanting her to come with him. "Come on, Swan." He adjusted the angle of his hips, his cock pounding into her, finally hitting the spot that made her cry out. Emma clawed at his back, her head buried in his neck, mouth fused to his skin, muffling her desperate sounds. Her muscles contracted around him – so tight – sparking his own orgasm. He grunted as he spilled himself inside her, rutting against her hips until they were both spent.

Unceremoniously and with little grace, Killian rolled to the side, not wanting to crush her. The silence in the room was filled with their heavy breathing, as they tried to come back to themselves. Killian remembered all those nights when images of her had tormented his thoughts, only his hand for company. But even his imagination wasn't enough to conjure the feeling of actually being with her. If he had his way, he'd never leave her side again.

"Hey," Emma whispered. "You still with me over there?"

He turned his head to the side, seeing the way her face glowed with satisfaction. He had done that. "Aye, love. I'm here. For as long as you want me."

Somehow that got her to blush. "Can we talk about that later? Like after I can move again?"

At least she wasn't pushing him away. He took that as a good sign. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No." She smiled. "That was...pretty much perfect, I'd say."

"Good. But you know that's just a challenge for us to do better, darling."

Emma groaned softly. "Later." Her mouth abruptly closed when they heard a sound from downstairs. She looked at the closed door with wide eyes, almost like a naughty teenager about to get caught. But the sound disappeared as swiftly as it had come. "You should go."

He could tell by her tone that she really didn't want him to leave. Not yet. He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. "I will, just before dawn. I'd like to hold you, love." Emma looked like she was going to argue, but he put a finger to her lips. "Do you trust me, Emma?"

She nodded. "Then I'll stay. For a little while." He didn't want their first time to be something they tried to run from afterward; they both deserved better than that. And he wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms. So he unstrapped his hook and set the whole brace on the table next to her bed. Emma came to him willingly, curling up against his side. "That's it, love. Sleep now. I've got you."

The first rays of dawn were shining through the window as Killian pulled on his clothes. His duties as Captain often had his waking at dawn, so he was used to such things. He was loathe to leave her, but he'd promised. So he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead and dressed, quietly shutting her bedroom door behind him. The loft appeared quiet as he eased down the stairs, careful to skip the one that squeaked. He felt like a common thief, sulking about. But a promise was a promise. When he got downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief. Killian crossed the room to the front door, his hand on the knob.

"Morning, Captain. Sleep well?"

Snow White's soft voice came from the dark corner where her rocking chair sat. She had her new son in her arms, rocking him silently. Killian mentally cursed himself, of course he'd get caught by her of all people.

Still, he wasn't a coward. "Aye," he said, turning to face the petite raven haired woman. "Very well, your highness."

Snow smiled knowingly, but didn't call him out. Instead, she stood. "Would you like to stay for breakfast? I was just getting ready to make some for David."

Killian swallowed. He hadn't expected that reaction. "I don't think that's a good idea. But a very kind offer."

"Your secret's safe with me," Snow assured him. "I'd rather not have my husband arrest you. We'll come up with something."

Killian was well aware of Snow's track record with secrets. "No offense, your highness..."

"But I have trouble keeping my mouth shut?" Killian nodded. "You should have a little faith in people, Captain. They might surprise you."

Against his better judgment, Killian nodded. "Very well."

It went surprisingly well. Awkward as hell, but well. Both Emma and David were shocked to find Killian with Snow and the baby when they came for breakfast, for very different reasons. Emma was bright red at the excuse her mother gave for Killian's presence, but David seemed not to notice. Emma ate her omelet and pancakes in record time before dragging Killian away, his own breakfast half eaten.

After the door closed, Snow turned to her husband. "You owe me fifty bucks."

David's fork clattered to the floor, his face darkening. "HOOK!"