Author's note: I know, uber cliche title. Just go with it. ;)
Disclaimer: You're kidding, right?
Dressed to Kill
Emma gave herself a once over in the mirror. It was the first time she'd really gotten dressed up in ages and she wanted to look just right.
She wanted to knock her pirate's socks off. Metaphorically speaking, anyway.
Dressed in a short sleeveless patterned dress (seriously, the skirt swished just a few inches below her ass), her blonde hair artfully messy with just enough make up to highlight her cheekbones and green eyes, it was a slightly different look for her. Usually, she dressed a bit classier, solid colors and curls, occasionally a bit of leather. But she'd seen this dress and simply had to have it, already picturing the look on Killian's face.
The short skirt and tall heels showed off her legs to perfection and he would be drooling the moment he saw her, those blue blue eyes going all dark and stormy. She shivered just thinking about it.
She'd forgotten just how much fun it was to dress up just for the sake of it, just to drive a man insane with want. But with Killian she got to experience it all over again, and it was so much better than she could ever remember it being before.
The fact that he was sex on legs didn't hurt either.
Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her clutch and headed out the door. The Rabbit Hole was actually not that far from their new apartment (well, technically, it was her apartment, but he spent so much time there it being theirs was merely a formality at this point), so she had no trouble walking. There were a few low whistles as she passed, which she ignored. Fortunately, none of the inebriated passersby were stupid enough to do anything else; not only could Emma dislocate some important body parts, but Killian would probably put the fear of Captain Hook into them.
Which she absolutely should not find hot, but she so, so did. The arrogant captain routine drove her crazy, speaking to something deep inside her. Not that she would ever admit it out loud. Of course, Killian knew anyway. Bastard.
Emma pushed open the door to the bar, her eyes searching for Killian. She found him at the bar, his back to her, having a drink with Robin. She smiled, having him right where she wanted him. She approached the bar, heels clacking on the hardwood floor. Robin caught sight of her and swallowed, poking Killian in the shoulder.
"What, mate?" the pirate asked, looking perplexed.
"I think you have a visitor, my friend."
Killian whirled around on the stool, drink still in his hand. His jaw dropped when he saw her, eyes bulging. His surprise lasted only a moment as he looked her up and down, drinking her in, eyes darkening just as she'd imagined.
She didn't wilt under his gaze, standing there confidently, knowing just how good she looked. She'd dressed to impress and by the looks of it, she had.
"Buy me a drink, Captain?" she asked when his gaze locked with hers.
He gave her her favorite lopsided grin, catching on to her little game. "For a lass as beautiful as you, I'll buy you two." He patted the stool next to him.
"Two?" Emma said, walking slowly to the proffered stool. "Wow, must be my lucky day."
She was reminded strongly of that night in the Enchanted Forest, when she'd had to distract his past self. Killian thought she couldn't handle it, couldn't handle him, but she never worried. That man hadn't been all that different from the man she knew, especially when she'd first met him. But her Killian always lurked in there, something she'd hadn't wanted to think about too much at the time.
"The day's not the only thing that's lucky, love," Killian mumbled. He ordered her drink—rum, of course—and not so discreetly edged his stool closer to hers. "Now where were we?"
"Nowhere," Emma replied, giving him a tight smile. "Yet."
"Yet? You should be careful in a place like this, lass. Might give a man ideas."
"Maybe that's exactly what I want." She picked up her drink and took a healthy sip, relishing the burn down her throat. Her skin was already starting to flush under Killian's intense gaze; she was glad the bar wasn't overly bright.
She saw Killian swallow, before downing the rest of his drink and asking for another. "What if those ideas aren't proper for a well born ladies' ears?"
"You think I'm well born?"
Killian nodded. "Aye. I may be a pirate, but I know royalty when I see it."
"That so?"
He tossed back his rum. "Wasn't always a pirate, love." His hand touched her knee, thumb sliding lightly over the bare skin, making her shiver.
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm only a sheriff." She took another sip of her drink, crossing her legs. That didn't deter him, his hand was right back after she settled, scooting further up her exposed thigh.
"Oh, I don't think you are only anything, lass."
"And what do you think I am?"
He considered her, his blue eyes trailing over her body. She could practically feel him undressing her and her stomach flipped. How the hell did he do that? "Beautiful for one. Determined, fearless, and..." His hand slid higher, sending a wave of desire through her. "A woman who knows exactly what she wants."
"What do I want?"
"A man who can handle you."
Emma actually laughed. "And you think that's you?"
"Aye," he said without a trace of humility.
"So cocky, Captain."
He shrugged. "Merely stating the truth, love."
Emma downed the rest of her drink. "Prove it."
Killian smiled, bringing his hand up to her face. He cradled her cheek and leaned in, capturing her lips with his. It started soft, slow, and Emma was about to pull away and snark at him when he pulled her in further, his tongue sliding over the seam of her lips. Emma couldn't bite back the tiny sigh as she opened for him, completely forgetting they were in a semi crowded bar. Her fingers curled into the lapels of his coat as she slid to the very edge of her stool, kissing him for all she was worth.
Jesus, it was like he was made to kiss her like this. Her and only her. She could feel it all they way down to her toes, far more intoxicating than any drink. She could taste the rum on his tongue, smell the faint scent of the ocean.
When they broke for air, she leaned her forehead against his, needing a moment before she could stand. "You want to hear another truth?" she whispered.
"What's that?"
"I'm not wearing anything under this dress."
"Bloody hell," he gasped, choking on air. He kissed her again, briefly, passionately. "Meet me out back in two minutes." Then he got up and marched toward the bathroom. There was a door behind the washrooms that led to the back alley.
Emma tried to calm her breathing, heat pooling between her legs. She counted to a hundred—twice—then slid off her stool and followed. She made a show of opening the door to the ladies room, just in case, slipping out the back door unseen.
Killian was on her before she could blink, his strong arms pulling her flush against his body. She melted into him, lips on his, kissing him breathless. "You were bloody well trying to kill me in there, Swan."
"You like it then?"
His hand glided over the material. "Aye." He grabbed her ass, squeezing firmly. "You wear it well, love."
"Then my job here is done."
"Not so fast, Swan."
"What?" she asked as rolling her hips into his. She could feel his cock straining against his fly, pressing hard into her stomach.
"You know damn well what." His voice was rough with need, making her clit throb in response. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the bulge. "Get on your knees, lass."
Emma bit back a moan. God, he wanted her to suck him off right there in the alley. Where anyone could find them. Want boiled through her veins. She almost missed Killian shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it at his feet to cushion her knees. She leaned in and kissed him hard, pushing him back against the wall with a soft thump. Her fingers flew over his fly, jerking his pants open. As always, he wasn't wearing anything under them, giving her instant access to his hard thick cock. She palmed him eagerly, stroking him the way she knew he liked, thumb brushing the weeping tip.
Finally, she pulled away and sank to her knees. She knew they probably shouldn't linger too long, but she couldn't help herself. She loved doing this for him—he was long and thick and so sensitive—it was addicting. Slowly, she licked the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue over the tip. Killian groaned, head falling back against the brick. Emma licked and laved at the engorged flesh, her hand stroking, the other gently massaging his balls. She took her time, almost daring them to get caught, the idea sending a shiver down her spine.
The town's sheriff servicing the pirate in a back alley could be quite scandalous.
By the time she took him into her mouth, Killian was whimpering with need, his hand in her hair. "Oh fuck," he whispered, hips rocking slightly. She bobbed her head, sucking on the tip of his cock eagerly. "Don't stop."
Emma hummed around him, her eyes drifting up to see his face. He looked completely wrecked, lips parted, eyes closed. She took him deeper, her fingers brushing the sensitive spot under his balls. Killian yelped, jerking in her hold, his eyes wide, "Fucking hell, Swan," he hissed. Then he looked down, saw her lips wrapped around him as she fucked him with her mouth. "Feels so bloody good. Such a sweet mouth, love."
She kept her eyes on his as she picked up her pace, taking him in as far as she could. She could feel him trembling under her hands, moans and curses spilling from his lips. His hand tightened in her hair, stilling her movement. He rocked his hips experimentally and when Emma didn't protest, he moved faster, fucking her mouth with abandon. Her body was on fire, taking everything he had to give. He came with a hoarse shout, spilling down her throat. She swallowed every drop, stroking him until he was spent.
Gently, she released him, licking her lips. Killian panted, his hand hand still in her hair. "Get up here," he growled. Emma stood on slightly shaky legs, thankful that his jacket cushioned the hard concrete. Killian pulled her to him, arm going around her waist as he kissed her deeply. To her surprise, he spun them around so that her back was against the wall.
"What are you...?"
"You didn't think I would leave you unsatisfied now, did you?" His hand slid up her skirt to where she was wet and aching for him.
"Killian..." They'd already been out there too long, surely they'd be missed any second.
"Shhh." He kissed her, swallowing her moan as he rubbed her clit. She rocked into his hand, knowing they had to hurry. "Gods, you are so wet for me, love. Did you enjoy that? Sucking me off where anyone could find us?"
"Oh god," Emma whispered, feeling another rush of heat between her legs. Killian slid two fingers inside, stroking her quickly. She clung to his shoulders, biting on her lip as the pressure built embarrassingly fast. In moments she tumbled over the edge, fucking his fingers wantonly, pleasure short circuiting her brain.
Emma had to lean against the wall when Killian pulled away, wiping his fingers on the tail of his shirt. He kissed the corner of her mouth lovingly before moving to restore his clothing to some kind of order. He shook out his jacket, getting most of the dirt off. "We might have to wash this later."
Emma laughed breathlessly. "Probably. But thanks."
"Anything for you, darling." He brushed his thumb over the apple of her flushed cheek. "Ready to go back?"
She cocked a brow at him. "You want to go back?"
"I still owe my blonde temptress a drink."
Emma rolled her eyes. "You can get me one at home, pirate."
"As you wish." He took her hand and led them home.
It wasn't until her father pounded on their door the next day that she realized she left her clutch at the bar. Oops.