Author's note: Just another lemony one shot! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hell and no.

One Week

"Love?"

"Yeah?" Emma asked, Killian's voice cutting through her haze.

"You're staring again."

"Oh. Right." She rolled her eyes at his smirk and looked back down at her grilled cheese. But what else was she supposed to do when she hadn't had sex in a week and her über hot boyfriend was sitting across from her, eating lunch? This particular time, she'd been staring at his Adam's apple, watching as he swallowed, the movement fascinating. It had been so long that everything he did seemed to drive her crazy with want. Those stupid smirks, the eyebrows that seemed to have a life of their own, the chest hair that peeked out of his shirts. Two days ago he'd bent over to pick up one of Neal's toys and she had to bite back a moan at the way his ass looked in those pants.

She was hopeless. She, Emma Swan, was slowly going crazy from sex deprivation.

But when the sex was this good, who could blame her?

And judging from the tension in Killian's shoulders as he exchanged pleasantries with her father, she wasn't the only one slowly going mad.

But it was one thing after another and they just could not seem to get a moment alone. At this rate all they would need is ten minutes, just something to take the goddamn edge off. Before Emma started snapping and shooting random passersby.

"Emma, could you help me with this?" David asked, trying to maneuver her baby brother into one of Granny's highchairs. Emma sighed heavily and got up, not missing the way Killian caught her hand as she did. She looked back at him, seeing the devilish gleam in his blue eyes. It was a look that clearly said: Hurry, so we can get out of here.

Emma nodded once, feeling her skin spark where he was touching her. She let go reluctantly and went to help David with the baby. She cooed over little Neal for a few moments so that David wouldn't suspect anything, then excused herself. Killian already had their lunch paid for and was waiting for her at the door. She took a hold of his hand, his palm warm, fingers squeezing, and led him outside. She started heading for the Bug, but Killian tugged her in the opposite direction, ducking back behind the alleyway at Granny's.

"What the hell are you doing?" Emma demanded, blonde hair flying as she rounded on him. "I was trying to get us..." She was about to say home when Killian crushed his mouth to hers, silencing her protest.

Her reaction was immediate, growling low in her throat as shekissed him back, fingers curling into the edges of his jacket. It was a clear fresh spring after a month in the desert. She surrendered completely as Killian plundered her mouth, tongue stroking hers, lips warm and pliant. God, he could kiss. It was laughable that she'd ever considered kissing him to be a one time thing. She could get drunk on his kisses, not care about anything else in the world.

Her breath came out in a rush, forcing them to part, when her back hit the brick wall behind her. "Jesus, Killian," she muttered, hand curling around his neck and going back in for more. She took control this time, nipping sharply at his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. She grinned when he moaned, his body pressing against hers more firmly.

"Emma," he breathed, hand snaking under her shirt. "I have missed you."

She let out a shaky breath as he skimmed his fingers over her stomach, sliding up toward her bra. "Been right here," she replied, stealing another kiss. She couldn't get enough of his kiss, of him.

"Too bloody far," he panted, pressing his hips into her, leaving no doubt as to how much he wanted her. "Gods, I need to be in you, hear you scream my name."

"Oh fuck." His voice, low and gravely, dripping with sex...god, he was going to make her come just like this. Heat flooded her, her panties were soaked; she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anyone in her whole life.

She didn't care that they were in a barely secluded alley. She didn't care that a brick wall was digging into her back. She didn't care that half of Storybrooke was mere feet away. She needed him. Right now.

Emma slid her hands to his pants, jerking on the button and zip. Quick and dirty, then she'd drag him home for round two. And three. And four. However many it took until they were exhausted.

"TROLL AT THE TOLL BRIDGE! TROLL AT THE TOLL BRIDGE!"

Leroy's piercing screams carried all the way to their secluded spot. Emma and Killian both groaned; Emma's hand actually wrapped around his weeping cock.

"Ignore him," Killian pleaded, rocking ever so slightly into her hand. "Have mercy, Swan."

"We can't," Emma replied, sounding utterly defeated. "I'm so sorry, Killian." It was like a knife in the chest to get so close and be denied. She pulled her hand back and ducked out of his arms. She instantly felt cold and wanting. She rearranged her slightly mussed clothes so that she looked a bit more presentable. "I'll go. You should...finish."

"Not bloody likely," Killian said indignantly.

"Well, you're gonna need a few minutes," she shot back, trying not to watch as he tucked himself back into his pants. "Meet me there?"

"As you wish, Swan."

Emma gave him a sad parting kiss and headed out in the direction Leroy had screamed. The Savior's work was never done.

"What's on the agenda for today?" Emma asked Henry over breakfast.

"Oh, I thought I'd head over to Mom's for the weekend," her son replied, eating his stack of pancakes as only a growing boy of thirteen could. "She promised to take me horseback riding."

"She did?"

"Yep. Is that okay?"

"Sure, kid. Have fun, I guess."

"You guess?" Killian cut in, finishing his coffee. "Swan, didn't our little adventure in the past teach you anything?"

"Don't interrupt important historical events?"

"That walking everywhere is highly overrated."

"Oh yeah," Emma said, brightening. Traipsing all over the Enchanted Forest on foot was not her idea of a good time. Oh god, speaking of good times...Killian was licking syrup off his lips again. She swore he was doing it deliberately to torment her. They hadn't had a moment alone since the alley three days ago. Emma was convinced she would explode.

As soon as Henry was gone, Emma pounced on Killian. She kissed him for all she was worth. This drought ended now.

"Aha, love," Killian admonished, pulling away from her.

"You have got to be kidding!" she screeched. He was just as needy and desperate and horny as she was, she knew it.

"Patience." He hoisted his satchel over his head so that it was slung across his body, then picked her up like a sack of potatoes, her feet kicking madly.

"What are you doing? Put me down!"

"We are getting out of this bloody town, Swan. I'll not have us interrupted again."

Fifteen minutes later, they were headed out into the bay, Killian having commandeered one of Storybrooke's fishing boats. He called it borrowing, Emma called it stealing and even though as the sheriff she should be against things like that, even she could see that this was necessary. She didn't have her phone; no one knew where they were. They were alone at last.

Emma watched him as he worked, maneuvering the small boat out into the water. It was a warm day; Killian shed his jacket and rolled his sleeves up, leaving his forearms exposed. Emma bit her lip, squirming on her makeshift seat; the muscles bunched and rippled under his thin shirt, she couldn't take her eyes off him. Killian was by far the sexiest man she'd ever seen, every move designed to draw her in, to make her want him.

"See something you like, love?" he said with a knowing smirk.

"Yes." She didn't want to waste time being coy or flirtatious and any of that garbage. She wanted him. Right here on the deck of this godforsaken fishing boat, if necessary.

"Perhaps you should do something about that."

"Oh I will," she replied, standing. "The question is...can you handle it?"

Killian locked the wheel and crossed the space that separated them. "I'm not sure you could handle it, Swan." The old taunt from Neverland was a familiar one now, a challenge neither would ever back down from.

"We'll just have to see if you can keep up, pirate."

He grinned lecherously. "Up has never been a problem, Swan."

They moved at the same time, flirting over, the need for physical touch overwhelming. It felt like she was drowning, and Killian was the only thing that could save her. Their kiss was rough and desperate, biting and sucking, teeth clacking. Killian's arms were around her in a flash, dragging her soft curves against the hard planes of his body. God, she had missed this so much. No one ever made her feel the way he did, like the sun rose and set with her, like she was everything. It scared the shit out of her for a long time but now she needed it like she needed air.

Emma pulled on his dark hair, trying to somehow get him even closer to her. She'd crawl into his his skin if she could. Emma tore at his shirt, needing it off. She wanted to feel the solidness of his body under her fingertips. Buttons flew everywhere as the shirt came free, one of the sleeves ripping in her haste to get it off.

"Sorry," she muttered. Her lips were already attached to his throat, licking and biting. He tasted fucking incredible, salt and sea and spice.

"Fuck...what do you think...the satchel was for?" Killian panted, hand pulling roughly on her jeans.

Emma smiled against his skin. "Clever boy." Of course, he would realize that their clothing would not survive this day. Pity. She liked that shirt. "Oh fuck yes," she gasped, she felt his fingers sliding over her soaked flesh. Emma rolled her hips into it, needing more.

Killian shuffled them back until her back pressed against the cabin. She needed it to support her weight, her knees going weak under his assault on her body. She was wound so fucking tightly. "That's it, love. Get yourself off. Let me see you."

Emma's head lolled along the wall, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her pants were still on, hanging from her hips, but she did as he asked, almost crying out in relief as his two of his long fingers slid inside her. It felt so fucking good, she rode his fingers eagerly, feeling her orgasm coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Killian mouthed at her breast, through the fabric, the nipple hardening into a tight peak. Emma clutched at his shoulders, her movements wild and erratic, shamelessly using his body to fall over the precipice.

Killian caught her before she could fall.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Swan," Killian murmured as he lowered her to the deck.

Emma was already shoving her pants down impatiently. "If you think we're done..."

"Love, we won't be done for a very long time. I intend to get my fill of you before we go back." Emma swallowed as she watched him yank off his boots and deftly open his pants. He smirked at her—arrogant ass—as he stroked himself a few times before sliding his trousers down his legs and stepping out of them. "Are you going to make me tear that?" he asked, kneeling down next to her. His cock pressed against her thigh, warm and heavy.

Emma managed to tear her eyes away long enough to look at her shirt. "Maybe you should." She wasn't overly fond of this blouse anyway.

Killian slid his hook through the collar and pulled. The ripping sound went straight through her, making her clit throb. Damn, there was something obscenely sexy about that hook. Before they were through, she would make sure he used it on her. But not right now.

Emma pulled off the ruined fabric and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Finally, finally, she was naked with Killian looming above her, too long buried lust firing his blue eyes. "Killian."

"This won't be gentle, lass." His whole body shook with the effort to hold himself in check for these last few precious moments.

"I know." She didn't want that. She wanted her Killian, her pirate. To brand her as his, to bring them both the pleasure they'd been denied for too long. "I want you."

Killian growled and kissed her, pressing her back to the hard wood of the deck. Emma welcomed him into the cradle of her thighs, his cock rubbing over her slick heat. They both hissed at the contact; it was so good, but nowhere near enough. Emma ran her hand down his chest, just loving the feel of him pressing her against the hard surface. His chest hair teased her nipples as he plundered her mouth, sending jolts of desire down her spine, making her whimper with need. Why didn't he just take her?

Killian hitched her leg up over his hip, hand smoothing over her flushed skin. "Hold on, love," he warned, before thrusting forward, seating himself inside her.

Emma sobbed in relief, the feeling of being filled and stretched so very welcome after having been without him for so long. He fit so well inside her, if she believed in such things, she'd say he was made for her. She drew her legs even further back, knowing she could take all of him, needing to take everything he could give her.

"Gods, yes," Killian groaned, his breath hot on her skin. "Missed this. Missed you." He didn't waste any time, taking her with hard practiced strokes, skin slapping together loudly. It was a very welcome sound.

"More," she pleaded, nipping at his earlobe. "Fuck me, Killian."

"Bloody hell." Nearly mindless now, his thrusts got rougher, harder, faster, using her body as she had used his, pleasure filling her, threatening to overwhelm her. She wasn't some delicate flower; she loved this, loved seeing them get completely lost to the passion that flowed between them like a neverending river.

They screamed out their climaxes together, suffused in bliss so powerful it made Emma see stars. She trembled under him, the tremors of her release radiating through her body. Killian collapsed on top of her, head buried in her neck, sweat dripping. Emma held him to her, despite his weight, needing this moment as much as the others.

God, she loved this man.

Eventually, Killian did roll off her, bringing her with him, so they lay on their sides. "Better?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Much. We're never going that long without again though."

Thank god. Still, she smirked. "I don't know. Could be certain perks."

"I don't care if I have to take you in front of the devil himself. You are mine."

Emma rubbed his nose with hers, then captured his lips in a kiss. "And you are mine, pirate."