Author's note: Sequel to the last chapter, requested by the good folks on Tumblr.

Disclaimer: Nada.

Show Me - Part 2

It seemed no matter how late they lay down to sleep, Killian couldn't help but rise with the sun. The only exception was after a night where he'd consumed too much rum, but since their trip to the past, those days were few. He had little reason to drown his sorrows any longer; he had his Swan.

But while he lay awake, she slept, her face . ?docid=40494538ceful and unworried. He often lay there for hours, just watching her, listening to her breathe, still in silent awe that this incredible woman was his. It had been a long hard road for the two of them, but it was so very worth it.

She snuggled closer to him, even in sleep seeking out his warmth. Killian swallowed, all too aware that they had fallen asleep naked, as they often did when Henry wasn't in the apartment. Flashes of the night before—Emma watching him touch himself, his seed on her pale skin, the way she'd screamed for him—burned behind his eyelids and he bit back a groan. Gods, she was amazing. Her little fantasy had nearly driven him mad with want, just when he thought it wasn't possible to want her any more than he already did.

Obviously, he'd been wrong.

Just thinking about it had him hard and wanting, his hand sliding down under the blanket automatically. Carefully so as not to wake her, he grasped his cock, lightly stroking, reliving the night in his head. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, remembering Emma's eyes on him, how watching him turned her on to a fever pitch. And gods, she'd offered to put on a show of her own for him. He pictured her spread out before him, hands on her skin, teasing her nipples, sliding into her wet heat. His breathing got shallow, his hand moved faster, he was so, so close—

The screech of Emma's phone shattered the stillness, making Killian growl in frustration.

He fumbled for it since he was closer, a wish to do violence to the bloody contraption on his lips. David's picture appeared on the screen and Killian cursed again, handing the phone to a sleepy Emma. Then he threw back the covers and climbed from the bed, knowing that whatever it was that had the prince calling at this hour, it wasn't good.

He'd just have to take Emma up on her offer some other time.

"Bloody hell, Swan."

He'd just finished cleaning up from their take out dinner; Emma had begged off, claiming that she needed something in their bedroom. Instead of returning with an extra blanket or a pillow or some other innocuous object, Emma was standing in the doorway of their bedroom wearing nothing but a short red silk robe and a bashful smile.

Killian took a few steps toward her then stopped, his eyes drinking her in. "What's the occasion?" he asked, hoping against hope that this was what he thought it was.

"I believe I promised you a show."

"You did. Although I hoped that show would involve much less clothes."

"You don't know what I have on under this," Emma pointed out, sauntering to where he stood, fingers running over the line of buttons on his waistcoat.

Killian ran his hand over the silk, not missing the way her eyes fluttered. "Do I get anything I want?" he asked, lightly kissing along her jaw, tasting her skin.

Emma let out a shaky breath, her hands pressed firmly against his chest. "Anything," she agreed. Killian could feel her shiver, wondering just what he would demand of her. And he planned on demanding quite a lot. Especially since he'd discovered that it turned her on.

Killian let out a low throaty moan, fusing his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Emma melted into him, her lithe body pressed against his. Killian picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. His cock swelled in his pants, rubbing against Emma's heat with every single step. Emma wasn't shy, rolling her hips against him, grinding down on him. "Patience, love," he whispered in her ear.

Once they got to the bed, he sat her down. "Up you get."

"You're not coming?" Emma asked, confused.

"I want a good seat, Swan," he said devilishly, turning to pull up the large leather arm chair that normally sat in the corner. He flopped down onto it, pulling off his boots and stripping off his shirt and waistcoat. Emma watched him with heavily lidded eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Stripped to the waist, Killian lounged in the chair, his hand drifting to the waistband of his pants. "I don't see you on the bed yet, love."

Emma cursed under her breath, scrambling onto the bed. She started to lay back, when Killian stopped her. "On your knees." He finally unbuttoned his pants, a soft sigh escaping as the pressure eased just a bit. He pulled down the zip, and let them lay open, his cock hard and straining. Emma took him in with wide eyes, credulous that he was going to watch her like that.

"Now show me," he said firmly. "Show me how you touch yourself, Swan."

He grinned at the shudder she gave him; it brought him great joy to see his tightly wound princess on the verge of indulging her in desire. He wanted her wild and passionate, the way he knew she truly was. He watched as she unknotted the short robe, letting it fall open. There was nothing underneath it.

Emma shrugged it off, the silk sliding over her skin like water, and tossed it to the floor. She bit her lip, eyes locking with his as her hands slid over her skin. Emma palmed her breasts, a sigh falling from her lips.

"There's a good girl," Killian murmured, drinking in the sight. "Slowly, love. I want to see you enjoy it."

Emma spread her knees a bit on the bed, widening her stance as she got lost in the sensations. She kneaded her soft flesh, little moans filling the air. He loved her breasts, firm and full; they fit perfectly in his hand. Emma liked it too, her nimble fingers pinching and twisting on the nipples until they were hard sharp points.

"You like that, don't you?" Killian said quietly. "You like when I suck on them."

"God, yes," Emma whispered. Killian's cock twitched painfully; he pictured himself there, cock thrusting between those perfect swells. Fuck. Emma let a hand drift down her stomach, fingers brushing her clit. "Oh god."

"That's it," Killian hissed. "Bring those fingers to your greedy cunt." Against his will, Killian wrapped his hand around his cock, thumbing at the precum that leaked from the tip. He only stroked once or twice, trying to take the edge off the need that was building inside him.

Emma mewled, fingers dancing over her flesh; Killian could see them coated in her arousal. She rocked into her hand, still moving slowly, the pleasure evident on her face. "Oh my god," she breathed. "Feels so good."

The sight of Emma pleasuring herself was more than he had imagined. Killian bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes never leaving her. She moaned as she slipped two fingers into her heat, her hips riding them wantonly. Faster and faster and faster she went until she cried out her climax.

"Fuck," Killian cursed. His cock throbbed with the need to just take her, but he reined it in. "Again."

Emma fell back onto the bed, panting, but she obeyed him. She spread her legs wide, giving him a perfect view of her dripping swollen cunt. She rubbed her clit with one hand and kneading a breast with the other, working herself back up under his hungry gaze. Killian pumped his cock slowly as he watched, thinking about just how he would take her. He knew her body well, knew just how much pleasure she could take, how much of him she could take.

"Come for me, love," he said darkly, rising up out of his seat at last. His pants slid to the floor and he stepped out of them, never once taking his eyes off Emma.

She delved her fingers inside again, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she came again, back arching off the bed. She collapsed back onto the mattress, panting for breath.

"So bloody gorgeous, Swan," Killian said, climbing into the bed. He bent down and kissed her sweaty skin, licking a path up her torso. "Tell me, was it enough?"

Emma's eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of his nudity. She squirmed on the bed, shaking her head. "No."

Killian chuckled, straddling her stomach. "Did that not satisfy you, my greedy wanton princess?" He stroked his cock lightly, knowing she could see it.

Emma swallowed heavily. "No."

"Then what will?"

"You."

Killian had her push her breasts together, groaning as he slid his cock between them. Gods, it felt good, giving him badly needed friction. "Like this?" he gasped.

"Oh fuck." Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she watched him. "Fuck, that's hot," she whispered.

"Anything," he reminded her. He got to use her body any way he saw fit this night. But as good as it felt, it wasn't what he wanted. He needed to be buried inside her, that tight cunt squeezing the life out of him. He climbed off her; Emma whined in complaint. He leaned down next to her ear. "I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt, Emma," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

"Holy shit." Emma's whole body shuddered as she took in his words.

Killian moved down between her legs, sitting back on his haunches. He picked up her legs and brought them to his shoulders, lifting her ass in the air. His cock brushed over her hot wet folds, making him hiss in pleasure. Slowly, he slid inside, inch by inch, his thick cock stretching her. She was so tight around him; their first few times it had taken her a moment to get accustomed to his size. He loved that she'd never had anyone like him, that he was the only one who got to feel her like this.

"God, Killian, don't stop," she breathed. "So good."

"Fuck." He took her with deep strokes, the angle fucking amazing. He gritted his teeth, moving faster and harder, relishing the way she gasped and moaned for him. He could feel her getting wetter, his cock slipping even deeper into her, hitting that perfect spot.

Emma groaned, her legs shaking. "Oh yes," she cried. "Yes."

Killian grunted, his legs burning with the effort, but he kept going, determined to hear her scream. "Come."

Emma shuddered in his hold, her screams bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. Her head thrashed as she spasmed violently around his cock. Killian's own orgasm ripped through him, hips rutting into hers mindlessly as he spilled himself inside her.

He wasn't sure how they wound up next to each other on the bed; Killian was flat on his back, gasping. Emma lay on her side, equally sated, breathing hard. "Jesus," she gasped.

"Aye."

There was silence for a while, until Emma shivered. She reached blindly for a blanket, pulling it over her. "The neighbors are going to kill us."

"How's that?" He turned his head to the side, relieved to see the happy sated look on her face. He didn't want her to be embarrassed about anything they did together.

"I don't know if you noticed, but we were...loud."

Killian smirked. "I do love hearing you scream."

"I don't think the neighbors do."

"What are they going to do? Report us?"

"Do you want my dad to come after you?"

"We're mates, me and the prince." Killian rolled onto his side, a grin on his face. "Besides, do you really think he wants to even know about the filthy things I'm doing to his daughter?"

"Killian!"

He shrugged. "You started it, love. I was merely obliging you."

"You know, I never used to be like this. It's all your fault."

"Oh come now, love. I bet there's always been these dirty little thoughts in that pretty head of yours. I'm merely giving you an outlet to embrace them."

"In other words, you've corrupted the Savior?"

Killian smiled smugly. "Precisely." He leaned in and kissed her, both of them sighing happily. Killian gently pulled her into his arms, tugging the blanket over them.

"So are we even now, pirate?" Emma asked, her chin resting on his chest.

"Aye. You were bloody incredible. Could watch you for hours."

"That would be exhausting."

"Your point?"

Emma rolled her eyes. Then she smirked. "Why would I want to do that when there are much more satisfying ways to get what I want?"

"And what is it you want, love?"

Her gaze turned tender. "You, Killian. Just you."