Author's Note: Just a little first time smut to boost everyone's spirits for the upcoming angst. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: An entire show based on Emma and Killian making out? Sign me up. :)

A Pirate's Plunder

"Popcorn?"

Killian gave her that slightly befuddled look he got whenever she mentioned something he didn't quite understand, but nodded all the same. "Sure."

Emma pulled a pack from one of the half empty boxes and popped it into the microwave. It had been a long week, moving all of her and Henry's things into her new apartment near the docks. Her mother had asked why she wanted to live so far away from them and Emma hadn't had the heart to tell her, especially since part of the reason sat across the kitchen counter from her. Killian still lived at Granny's, but she wanted him to be comfortable in her place. Since they both loved the water—Henry did too—it just made sense to find a place there. Plus no accidental interruptions by her parents was always a plus.

When she'd suggested a quiet night at home (even though she was nowhere close to finished with the unpacking, she needed the break), it had seemed like such a good idea. No pressure, no family or friends under foot, just a quiet moment with her boyfriend. But now as they sat in in awkward silence, Emma was rethinking her idea of a quiet moment.

It was her fault. Or perhaps it was Killian's fault. She couldn't decide. But ever since her comment about pillaging and plundering, it was the proverbial elephant in the room. It was so hard to think of anything else but the way his lips felt on hers, the way he held her like she was precious. They'd been through so much since that official first date (mostly courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Dark One), it was completely ludicrous that there any distance between them. She'd been intimate with him in ways she never had with anyone, all except one.

And good lord, did she want to.

Now they were in her apartment, alone, doors locked, phones off and Emma had no idea what to do with her hands. Or her eyes. Killian had the ability to burn her with a look and she wasn't sure she was ready for temptation. She wasn't afraid of him, not anymore. There was still a tiny voice that said she would screw it up, that it was too fast or too soon, or too something. Which was ridiculous, because she was more certain about Killian than she was about anything in her life and for her that was saying something.

The microwave dinged and Emma pulled out the bag, carefully dumping its contents into a plastic bowl. "Ready?"

"Lead on, Swan."

Emma led them to the couch she'd just bought and sat, grabbing the remote. Killian settled in on her left, so that his good arm was next to her. Probably to reach the popcorn. Or to wrap his arm around her. Or both. Emma was good with both. Cuddling up with her boyfriend and watching TV was acceptable, right?

"Any preferences?"

"Swan, since I'm still a bit fuzzy on what this...Netflix thing is, I think I'll leave it up to the lady."

Emma blushed, sometimes it was so easy to forget that Killian wasn't from her world. He'd worked so hard to fit in, to understand things, that it honestly slipped her mind. He certainly looked the part now, what with his short leather jacket, button down shirt and waistcoat. The pirate jewelry was still in place, but she secretly loved that. It was very...him. And she didn't want him to change for her; he was her pirate and he always would be.

Emma scrolled through the options and decided on The Breakfast Club. A classic. Nice and safe. Who didn't love John Hughes? Surely, even he would translate to a centuries old pirate from the Enchanted Forest. As the movie started, she grabbed the bowl and put it in her lap. She leaned into Killian's side, offering the bowl to him.

"This is a classic, I think you'll like it," she said casually, popping a few kernels into her mouth. Killian mimicked her, humming around the unfamiliar food. "Good?"

"Aye. Perhaps a bit dry though."

"Oh my god! I forgot to get us something to drink!" What the hell was wrong with her? "Be right back. Don't go away."

Killian flashed her a grin. "I'm right where I want to be, love."

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes (See? Progress.) and hurried off to the kitchen. She started to reach for the soda, but grabbed two bottles of beer instead. No interruptions.

Killian was right where she left him, happily munching on popcorn, little broken pieces down his front. Emma smiled in spite of herself (who knew Captain Hook could be so cute?) and handed him a bottle. "Here you go."

He accepted it gratefully and took a sip with only a tiny whine of complaint. "I still don't know how you drink this, Swan."

"You can't drink rum all the time, Killian," she countered briskly, resuming her place at his side. "Live a little."

She tried to ignore the way her heart raced when he snuck a kiss to her temple. "As you wish." Why did he have to make everything so easy and so complicated at the same time? Shoving aside her hormones, Emma turned her attention back to the movie. They settled into a quiet reverie, which Emma was grateful for. She didn't even flinch when his arm came to rest on her shoulders, merely adjusting her seat so that she was curled into his side.

The only drawback to this was that he couldn't eat anymore popcorn, but Emma merely took it upon herself to feed him. She didn't care about his hook, and she'd done a pretty fair job at adapting to it. She couldn't dwell on the fleeting moments when he had two hands, not knowing the pain it had caused both of them. It broke her heart that he'd tried to do something like that for her, and had been burned so badly for it. She'd privately resolved that Killian would never feel anything less than whole in her eyes (in fact, he'd always had), doing whatever it took to show him that she liked him exactly as he was. They rarely spoke of it, but she could see it in his eyes whenever they were close.

"Beer?"

"Aye." It slipped a bit in her buttery fingers, but she managed to tip it against his lips. She watched as the muscles in his throat worked, chewing on her lip. He was warm and inviting and the air around them seemed to crackle. "Swan?"

"Nothing." she replied, shaking her head. She tried to reach for more popcorn, but the bowl was empty. "Oops." A twinge of panic settled in her chest and wondered what she should do now. More popcorn sounded good. She needed space. Yeah, that was it.

"Emma." Killian's quiet voice stopped her as she moved to get up. She turned to look at him; he fixed her with a steady stare. "Put the bowl down, love."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to kiss you."

"Oh." As if on automatic pilot, Emma laid the bowl aside and wiped her hands on her jeans. By the time she'd raised her head again, Killian was hairsbreadth away, his intense blue gaze sending a jolt down her spine. "K-k-killian?" Why the hell was she so nervous? They'd kissed dozens of times. Each one meant something. But deep down, she knew why. This was a moment. One neither of them would be coming back from. She could feel it in the air, see it in his eyes. It felt like her whole life had been building to this moment, certainly her life since she met him.

"I've got you, love." He cupped her cheek and brought her lips to his, a little sigh escaping. Emma followed his lead, the kiss slow and deliberate; she could feel it all the way to her toes. Kissing him was one of her favorite things to do and he was so damn good at it. Seriously, if they gave medals for it, Killian would win the gold, silver and bronze.

Her fingers twined in his hair, the thick strands slipping effortlessly between them. His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips and Emma opened for him instantly, heat pooling in her belly as his tongue slid into her mouth. The movie still played in the background, but no one was watching. Killian thoroughly explored her mouth while Emma tried to maintain some semblance of control. But it was difficult when a large part of her just wanted to rip his shiny new clothes and have her way with him. While he'd probably go for that, there was the desire to do this right. To savor it. They were only going to get one first time.

Somehow she wound up on her back, Killian hovering above her, still kissing her senseless. Emma held him close to her, letting his weight press her into the cushions. She panted as his lips trailed down her throat, his scruff scratching her skin. She could definitely get used to this, to the way he felt against her body, all hard planes and angles, heart racing under her fingertips.

Killian pulled on the collar of her sweater with his teeth and Emma groaned. "Oh my god."

"Is this alright, Swan?" He raised his head, blue eyes searching hers, still unwilling to push her farther than she wanted to go.

"Yes. Don't stop." She rolled her hips up into his, letting him know that she really did want this. That she wanted him. They'd waited long enough.

That was all the permission Killian needed; he growled, his hand sliding up under her sweater. Emma arched into his touch, his hand warm and rough on her smooth skin. Her heart quickened in her chest as she bit her lip; he was still hardly touching her and she needed more. Emma pulled on the bunched fabric and lifted it awkwardly over her head. Killian's eyes widened as he took in the newly exposed flesh, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. While he was distracted, Emma flicked open the front of her bra and chucked it to the floor too, not wanting to take the time to explain this world's undergarments right now.

"Emma." He said her name like a prayer, like she was his entire world. Emma cupped his cheeks and brought his lips back to hers, kissing him deeply, all of her pent up frustration seeping out, knowing that this was finally going to happen. They broke off with a gasp, Killian burying his face against her neck, lips moving over her skin. Emma reached over the arm of the couch, writhing under him as he teased her. Her fingers brushed over his hook and she grabbed a hold of it, using the metal to anchor her as Killian worshipped her body with his mouth.

"Oh yes," Emma moaned when he finally took a hard nipple into his mouth. A jolt of desire rolled through her again, making her head swim. She'd never felt anything like it before, the way her body burned for him. She hooked a leg over his and ground her hips into him, feeling plainly just how much he wanted her.

"Emma, gods," Killian breathed, rocking back against her. "Keep that up and this will be over faster than either of us want."

Emma yanked on the material of his waistcoat. "But I want you," she said, her voice sounding dangerously like a whine.

"You've no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that, lass." He kissed a path back up her body. "But when I take you, I want there to be a bed."

"So why are we still here then? Take me to bed, pirate."

Killian grinned wolfishly at her. "Hang on, love." Emma wondered what he was doing until he sat up, taking her with him. She hurriedly wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting him carry her back to her bedroom. He'd hardly put her down before she began fumbling with the buttons on his waistcoat. Why were there so many of them?

"Remind me to simplify your wardrobe," she groused, trying not to moan as his hand teased her breast.

Killian laughed. "Are you implying that you'll be undressing me often, Swan?"

Emma pushed the waistcoat off triumphantly. "That, Captain, is entirely up to you."

Killian's eyes darkened at the implied challenge, jerking her into his arms and kissing her hard. Emma moaned into his mouth, pleased to finally have gotten a rise out of him. She knew he loved her, she knew first hand how sweet and considerate he could be. But she wanted his passion, wanted to give free reign to the attraction they'd felt from the very, very start.

"Do you know the things you do to me, Emma?" he growled, hand palming her ass.

"If it's anything like what you do to me, then yeah." She had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, her lips nipping at his pulse. "And we've waited far too long." The shirt came loose at last and she peeled it off his body, momentarily stunned by his well toned chest. The dark hair that had tormented her for months covered his pecs and left a trail that disappeared inside his pants. "Damn." He was never wearing a shirt again.

"The lady approves then?"

Emma placed a kiss directly over his heart. "Yeah." She stood up on her toes to kiss him again, hands smoothing over his shoulders, guiding him back to her bed. They landed with a soft thump, rolling until Killian was on his back. Emma took her time, hands and mouth exploring his body until he was gasping for air.

"Emma." He sounded so wrecked, she looked up, seeing her own need and desire reflected in his eyes. If they waited anymore, one of them would probably burst. By mutual consent they broke apart, each pulling frantically on their remaining clothes. When Killian reached for his brace, Emma stopped him.

"Leave it," she said, fingers sliding over the edge like she had on a night he didn't remember. Killian's lip trembled for only a second then he was kissing her again, rolling her onto her back. Christ, she could feel him there between her thighs, hard and heavy and warm, and she rubbed herself against him wantonly. If was as if a dam had broken inside her, leaving her drowning in want. She felt the tip of him press against her entrance and Emma moaned before her eyes opened wide in panic. "Wait!"

"Emma?" A shadow passed over his face, like he was afraid she was rejecting him.

"One second, I promise." She was on birth control, but she didn't want to take any chances. Not yet anyway. She dug a condom out of her nightstand (thank god she'd remembered to unpack them) and tore at the wrapping. Killian gave her a quizzical look as she reached down to roll it onto him. "I'll explain later," she promised, trying not to ruin the moment more than she already had. She smiled hopefully up at him, leaning up to kiss him, pleased when he melted into her.

They kissed until she was breathless, her body on fire once more. "I need you, Killian." It just slipped out, words she'd been biting back since their adventure with the Snow Queen. She'd come to need him so much it frightened her. Now she needed to feel him inside her, ease the sweet ache in her body, in her heart.

Killian said nothing, arching his body to slide into hers. They both groaned as he filled her, staying still a moment to allow her to adjust. It had been a while for her; she'd almost forgotten how amazing it felt to be full and Killian was in no way lacking. "Feels so good," she breathed, rocking her hips, trying to get him to move.

"Bloody hell." Killian ran his hand over her leg, drawing it back toward her body, his hips beginning to slowly rock. The angle shifted and he plunged even deeper, Emma making a loud moan of pleasure. She kept her gaze locked with his as he took her, not wanting to miss a moment. He looked down at her in awe, as he were still surprised that she'd given him her body.

"It's okay," she whispered, bringing his lips back to hers. They kissed languidly, deeply, bodies completely in sync. Emma wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him to her while she sought out his hand and threading their fingers together. Her body jerked when he found that spot inside her by accident and Emma cried out. "Just like that," she said, her back arching. "Oh god, just like that."

Killian grinned, pleased, his hips moving just a little faster, a little harder. Emma mewled in delight, tightening her grip on his hand. "That's it, love," he said. "Let me hear you."

"More," she pleaded, her head thrashing now. She was so close, the coil tightening in her belly with every drive of his hips. "Please."

Killian moaned in relief; sweat had broken out on his forehead as he tried to keep himself in check, wanting to make this as good for her as possible. But he was too far gone now, the need to come almost unbearable. His strokes became erratic and rough, pounding into her until she screamed from the pleasure of it. Her orgasm slammed into her, body tightening, fire in her veins, vision gone white. Her release triggered his, Killian grunting something that sounded like her name as his body went rigid above her.

Emma's breath left her in a rush as he collapsed on top of her, her body sinking deeper into the bed. She made no other complaint, not ready for them to be separated just yet. It had been incredible and she didn't want to lose this feeling.

Killian kissed her damp collar and rolled off her, panting. Emma kept a hold of his hand as she tried to catch her breath. "You okay?" she asked.

Briefly, his fingers squeezed hers. "Aye." Emma rolled onto her side, wincing just as bit as she closed her legs. But it was a good ache she felt there now. But Killian frowned. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No. I'm one hundred percent fine." Better than fine, really. It felt like a weight had been lifted. Now they were together in every way. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just made love to the most amazing lass I've ever known."

Emma felt the flush creep up her neck. "Yeah, well, if you're lucky there might be a round two in your future."

"That right?" he asked with a smirk.

"Unless, of course, you can't handle it."

Killian pulled her to him, pressing an all too brief kiss to her lips. "Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it, Swan."

Emma giggled and curled herself into his side, sighing happily as his good arm came around her. Yep, there would definitely be more plundering and pillaging in their future.