Author's note: Just a little domestic fluff, feels and smut to tide us over with no episode this week. Set after Killian get's his heart back. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope.
Lost and Found
Emma picked her way through the piles of boxes, trying to get to the refrigerator. She was hot and tired and in desperate need of a drink. She pulled out a bottle of water and gulped down half of it in one go. Thirst temporarily sated, she leaned back against the counter in her new kitchen, surveying the progress—or lack thereof—that had been made on her new apartment.
There were still boxes everywhere, in various states of unpacking. The kitchen was mostly finished; all they needed to do was get some actual food to fill it. She and Henry had been surviving on Granny's takeout and pizza for over a week. Which was fine, but she wanted to get back into a little of the rhythm they'd had in New York, with her making breakfast every morning, checking in with him over dinner most nights. He'd been spending so much time with Regina since he'd gotten his memories back; Emma missed him.
But it wasn't a total loss. Henry had unpacked his room in record time, then begged off, claiming Regina needed him. Emma suspected it was so she could spend some quality time with Killian and for that, she was grateful. After everything that had happened, letting the pirate out of her sight wasn't something she was keen on. As soon as everything got back to normal, the three of them would spend some time together. Maybe she could get Killian to take them all sailing. Henry would like that.
"Where do you want this one, love?" Killian asked, a large box filling his arms. She tried not to notice how his arms bulged under the fabric of his shirt, but she wasn't sure she was entirely successful.
"Um, the bedroom, I think."
"More clothes I expect," he groused. "How did you accumulate so many possessions in so short a time?"
"Magic," she teased, smirking at him.
He huffed indignantly and stalked off to the bedroom to unload the box. When he came back through, however, Emma nearly choked on her water. The man had stripped off his shirt—his waistcoat had been lost hours ago—and was strutting around bare chested. Seriously? Like she wasn't having enough trouble allowing her thoughts to stray into decidedly dirty territory.
The fact that this was the first time they'd truly been alone together since the night she'd shown him her little box of trinkets wasn't lost on her.
She tried not to stare. She really did. But holy lord, if he wasn't the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She was fascinated, watching him as he worked, picking up heavy boxes like they weighed nothing and hauling them around. Muscles rippled and flexed under his lightly tanned skin, the occasional bead of sweat trickling down his bare back. His brace came about halfway up his forearm, the lack of hand not affecting him in the slightest. Boxes closed with string dangled from his hook as he moved them to their designated area. Sometimes he'd use it to rip an unlabeled box open and peer at its contents.
Emma eventually had to quit pretending she was taking a break and actually do something. She sorted through a box of cleaning supplies, making sure to keep Killian in her line of sight. He glanced at her a few times, a stupid grin on his face, as if he knew what she was trying desperately not to think about.
Like how that skin would feel under her fingertips. Or how his dark chest hair would feel rubbing over her nipples. Or how good he would taste under her tongue. Or how the metal of his hook would feel on her skin. Or if things below the waist were just as scrumptious as the rest of him.
"Where should we hang this one, Swan?" Killian asked, poking his head over the counter.
"What is it?" She stood up to see what he had. It was the painting of a ship that she'd had in New York. A ship that looked remarkably like the Jolly Roger, almost as if her subconscious had been trying to tell her something, even then. "Oh." Inexplicably, she flushed; he was closer to her than she'd expected and it was doing dangerous things to her hormones. "Maybe over there?" She pointed to an open space on the far wall of the living room.
Killian turned, eyeing it critically. "Perhaps." He strode over and placed it against the wall, balancing it somewhat precariously on his hook. "What do you think?"
Emma stepped out from around the island and looked. "Yeah, I think that'll work. Do you, um, want some help?" She was always leery of offering to help, figuring he was sensitive about the hand business after what happened with Gold.
But he just grinned at her. "It's good of you to offer, Swan, but I've got this. A bit of water wouldn't go amiss though."
"Sure." That she could do. Helping him hang the painting would put them in close proximity and she wasn't entirely sure she could control herself. But why was she so worried? It wasn't like she in any way doubted him. And she'd been attracted to him for...well, for as long as she'd known him. As she was rediscovering this day...her pirate was hot. So hot there should be some sort of law against it. And she knew he loved her. She loved him. This wasn't like any other relationship she'd ever had. They'd been through so much; it seemed silly to be hesitant about this.
Making up her mind, she got him a bottle of water and headed over to where he stood. His hooked arm was up, the tip of the hook digging a small hole into the drywall. Then he tapped in the fastener for the drywall screw and threaded in the screw with his good hand.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Killian looked a bit sheepish. "Henry actually. He's quite the resourceful lad."
Emma's face softened. "Hey, that's great. It's nice that you two get along." She handed him the water, which he accepted gratefully. "It's not always something that happens in this world."
He cocked his head at her, frowning slightly. "I'm not sure I follow you, Swan."
Emma shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "It's just that not a lot of men are comfortable with a woman who already has a kid. A lot of times there's some...resentment."
"Well, that's just ridiculous. Not to mention bad form," Killian said indignantly. "I know how important the lad is to you, love. I'd never ask you to choose between us."
Emma smiled, so grateful that she'd gotten out of her own way, and decided to take a chance on him. "One of the many reasons I'm with you, Killian."
He smirked. "There's a list? Do I get to hear it?"
"No! Now get back to work!"
Killian downed the last of his water, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed and Emma sucked in a shallow breath. "Aye, aye, Sheriff," he said, handing her the empty bottle.
Emma rolled her eyes, but before she walked away, she gave him a playful swat on his backside. His surprised yelp echoed in her ears as she sprinted off, picking her way through the boxes as fast as she could.
"Bloody minx," Killian growled before heading after her, his boots thudding heavily on the wood as he ran. Emma ran for the kitchen, not daring to look back. Her shoes skidded on the linoleum as Killian caught her wrist with his hook and spun her around, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. "And just where do you think you're going?"
Emma had to fight a grin. "Um, the trash?" She waved the empty bottle.
"And that required spanking me and sprinting off?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, fixing her with a heated blue stare.
Emma swallowed, feeling the air around them change. The way he said that went straight through her, making her entire body throb. "Maybe?" She took a breath and leaned in close to him. "Or maybe I wanted to see if you'd chase me."
"Love, I've been chasing you since we met." His good hand came up and cradled her head, drawing her closer. "What shall I do now that I've caught you?"
"Who says you've caught me?"
He backed them up to the counter of the island, effectively trapping her. She could have gotten out of she wanted to, but she'd waited far too long for this. He gave her a little thrust of his hips, making her groan. "I say," he whispered, his voice low and rough, nose brushing her cheek. He caught her lips in a kiss, the kiss fierce and demanding; Emma could feel it all the way to her toes. She moaned into it, dropping the empty bottle in her hand so she could hold him, finally feel his bare skin under her hands.
Emma angled her head to deepen the kiss, drawing his bottom lip between her teeth. Killian growled, his hips jerking into hers. "Emma..."
"We're alone," she said against his lips, kissing him again. "Finally."
Killian cupped her cheek reverently. "Finally," he agreed. He stole another kiss and lifted her up onto the counter, stepping firmly between her splayed thighs. His hand and hook slid under her tank top and Emma shivered, the dual sensations even better than she'd imagined. Killian pulled the fabric over her head, leaving her in her plain white bra. His eyes trailed over her; Emma's heart raced under his scrutiny, worried that he'd find her lacking. "Gorgeous," he mumbled, lowering his head to kiss and lick as the swell of her breast.
Emma arched into his touch, her hands in his hair. His hook traced the edge of the cup, sliding up under the strap, dragging it down her shoulder. "Oh," she moaned loudly as his lips wrapped around the taut peak, his teeth and tongue teasing her. "Oh yes."
"Gods, you taste incredible." He drew the other strap down, his hand fondling her gently, letting the full weight settle in his hand. "I've waited so long for this, love."
"I know." She cupped his cheeks and drew him in for a kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth. He tasted faintly of salt and rum and she was addicted. Emma felt the fabric of her bra slip from between them and she pulled away in surprise. "Tell me you just now figured out how to do that," she said.
Killian smirked. "Jealous, Swan?"
"That's not funny."
He leaned in and kiss away her frown. "I think I like you a little jealous, love. But for the record, first time, I swear."
"Good." She slid her hands up over his biceps. "You know, for a guy with only one hand, you sure do know how to use it."
"We've only just begun." He traced her kiss swollen lips with his thumb, which she promptly sucked into her mouth. She smiled as he moaned, letting her tease him, swirling her tongue around the digit. "Bloody hell, Swan."
"You're not the only one who's waited."
"Aye."
Emma twisted in his arms and waved her hand at the door, flipping the lock shut with magic. "There."
"Did you just..."
"Lock the door with magic? Yep," she replied with a grin. "So what are you waiting for, tiger?"
Killian jerked her into his arms and kissed her breathless. She could feel just how much he'd been holding himself back before, the passion she felt from him all consuming and setting her body on fire. She leaned back on her elbows as he kissed and licked and sucked at her skin, leaving no patch untouched. He paid special attention to her breasts, burying his face in her cleavage, his scruff scratching her skin. Her core was molten, heat rolling through her with every swipe of his tongue.
By the time he got to the waistband of her pants she was trembling, the ache inside her almost painful. It had been a while for her and she just needed him with a desire that bordered on madness. She cried out in relief when he unbuttoned her pants and rubbed the heel of his hand over her mound. She rocked into him, begging for friction, anything to ease the ache inside.
"Raise your hips, love," Killian demanded, his hook pulling on her pants. Emma braced herself on the counter and did as he asked, hissing as the cool tile came into contact with her heated skin. Boots and pants found their way to the floor, leaving Emma completely nude in the middle of her kitchen.
"Killian," she breathed, reaching for him.
"Soon, Swan. I promise." He kissed her, trailing his hand and hook up and down her thighs. He gently spread her knees and moved to kneel on the floor. Emma's core clenched when he kissed her inner thigh, another wave of desire shooting through her.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Please." How many times had she fantasized about having his dark head between her legs, tonguing her higher and higher?
The curved edge of his hook dragged through her folds. "So wet for me, Swan," he said quietly. "Been dying to taste you. I bet you're sweet." His mouth was hot on her skin, licking and sucking a mark into the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of his teasing, he was there, nibbling on her sopping flesh.
"Ahhhh." Emma's legs rested on his shoulders as he feasted on her, and she fell back against the counter, hips rolling as she tried to maintain some grip on her sanity. Her hand dived into his hair, holding him in place as she climbed higher, her body tightening. Her other hand slid up her ribcage under she was palming her breast, teasing the soft mound. "Oh god, more," she pleaded, her voice breathy and strained.
Killian peeked up over her stomach, licking wetness off his lips when he saw her touching herself. "Don't stop," he said. "Gods, Emma." He kissed her clit, making her jerk and cry out, then sucked it into his mouth. Emma writhed on the counter, desperate for relief, needing to come. Killian slipped two long fingers into her heat, fucking her vigorously as he sucked on her aching nub. Emma twisted and pinched her nipples, hips bucking up off the tile as she sobbed out her release, warmth flooding her veins as her body shook.
Killian brought her down slowly, drawing aftershocks out of her. He left a parting kiss to her mound before looking at her with a smug grin. "How do you feel?"
Emma whined in protest as he pulled his fingers away. "That the best you've got?" In truth, that had been one of the best orgasms of her life, but it only made her want more.
Killian narrowed his eyes at her. "Be careful what you wish for, Swan."
Emma took a deep breath, and pulled herself up. She took in the wetness that clung to his lips and chin, still feeling the burn of his scruff on her skin. "I want everything from you, pirate," she whispered, wrapping his hand around his neck and drawing him in. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on him, sending another shiver up her spine. She wanted to make love to him until they were both exhausted and spent, too tired to even leave the bed.
Killian groaned into her kiss, his arms coming around her. Catching on, Emma wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and let him pick her up. His hand and hook slid under her ass as he carried her to the bedroom, still kissing her, before throwing her down on the haphazardly made bed. Emma giggled as she bounced, thrilled to have finally reached this point with him. Killian stood next to the bed, pulling frantically on his boots, cursing under his breath. Emma leaned in, kissing his arm, lips moving over his skin to his chest and neck as he pulled on his remaining clothes. He tasted better than she imagined, all spice and Killian, muscles fluttering under her lips.
Finally nude, Killian pushed gently on her shoulders, forcing her back so she could get a look at him. Her mouth went dry when she saw him at last in all his naked glory, his body hard and chiseled to perfection, a smattering of scars on his torso. His long thick cock jutted out proudly, one fat vein throbbing along the underside. Emma reached out tentatively, fingers brushing the smooth skin. Killian groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Don't stop," he whispered, hips rocking forward ever so slightly.
Emma bit her lip, curling her fingers more firmly around him. Killian hissed in pleasure as she started to stroke, his hand gripping her shoulder. Up and down she went, thumb brushing the tip, spreading precum over it. Killian rolled his hips into her touch, eyes still closed, savoring the feel of Emma touching him at last.
"I dreamt of this," he bit out. "All those nights alone."
Emma pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. The heart she'd gotten back for him. "I'm here now, Killian. I promise."
His eyes opened abruptly and he surged forward, pulling her hand away and tackling her to the bed. They kissed, long and slow, hands and hook exploring, as if trying to memorize the feel of the other. Finally he settled into the cradle of her thighs, looking down at her reverently. "I need you so much, Emma," he said softly and she knew he wasn't just talking about this.
"Make me yours, Killian," she replied, smiling up at him. She felt him, long and heavy, nudging at her entrance. She sucked in a harsh breath as he pushed slowly forward, hips rising to meet him as he took her. She knew he was big, but damn if he didn't fill her better than anyone ever had before. She felt every thick inch of him, stretching her deliciously.
"Am I hurting you?"
Emma shook her head. "No, just damn. Feels so good."
Killian leaned down and kissed her, his hips pulling back a little, then rocking back in. He kept his thrusts slow and deliberate, letting her get used to the feel of him. But soon she was squirming, needing more. "Please," she begged, legs tightening around his waist. "More."
Killian rested his forehead on her shoulder, moaning as he did as she asked, snapping his hips more forcefully into hers. Emma cried out, clawing at his back, as he hit the spot inside her that made her see stars. "Yes!" Killian growled, low and guttural, his baser instincts taking over, fucking her into the bed, his control completely snapped. Emma held him as he rode her into oblivion, coming together in a loud shout. His hips rutted against her until he was spent, collapsing onto her briefly before rolling off.
Emma lay there panting, her throat raw from screaming. Her body buzzed, pleasure still rolling through her system. She had a feeling that the sex would be good, but holy shit. Killian recovered first, catching her hand in his. "Emma?"
"I'm here. Barely."
"That was..."
"Definitely not a one time thing," she said breathlessly, remembering her words from Neverland. How naive she'd been then, trying to convince herself that this man hadn't already turned her world upside down.
Killian chuckled. "I was going to say bloody fantastic, but I'm glad to hear that, love."
"It was that too." She winced a little as she rolled onto her side, her muscles protesting.
"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
His concern pulled sweetly on her heart. "No, it's just...been a while. Give me a little bit and I'll be ready for round two."
A shadow crossed his face and she knew what he was thinking. The look on his face when she said she loved...someone else in New York made her heart hurt. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, palming his cheek.
"Aye, love." He turned his head and kissed her palm. "I'm perfect."
Emma frowned just a little, sensing he wasn't being entirely truthful. She kissed him firmly, only pulling back when she heard him groan. "I want you, Killian. And only you."
Killian's lips quirked up in a tight lipped smile. "I know that, love. I do. Forgive an old pirate?"
"There's nothing to forgive." She snuggled into his side, sighing happily when his arm came around her. Not that long ago, her instinct would have been to run, but no longer. There was nowhere else she'd rather be than right here in this bed with him. Killian snagged the edge of the quilt with his hook and pulled it over them.
"Don't want the princess to catch a chill," he mumbled quietly.
"Hmm, I'm warm right here," she replied, leeching his body heat.
Killian kissed the top of her head and tightened his grip on her. They lapsed into silence for a while, just basking in the afterglow. Emma rested her head on his chest, listening carefully to the beat of his heart. She'd held it in her hand, felt the warmth as it glowed and pulsed. She didn't like to think about it, but she'd come dangerously close to losing him. Involuntarily, she held him tighter, lips brushing his chest.
"Swan?"
She didn't want to make him feel bad; what happened wasn't his fault. "It's nothing."
Killian snorted. "Bollocks. Tell me."
Emma rolled her eyes, but she didn't argue. All this had begun because they were afraid to reveal their true feelings. "I almost lost you."
Killian's body shrank in on itself as he shifted uncomfortably. "I'm so sorry for that, love."
"It's not your fault."
He shook his head. "There's no one else. I'm the one who made a deal with the bloody Dark One. I should have known better."
Emma propped her head in her hand. "No, he took advantage of you. Preyed on your insecurities. He's done it to all of us at some point." She shivered, remembering how Gold had tried to manipulate her into giving up her powers. If it hadn't been for Elsa, she might have gone through with it.
"Gods, that was the worst night of my life," Killian said, as if reading her thoughts. "Thinking you were going to...and I couldn't get to you."
"Not having your heart ripped out?" Cora had nearly ripped her own out—would have if not for Emma's magic—and that had been excruciating.
Killian shook his head. "Your life is so much more precious than mine, my love."
Anger flared in her chest. "Don't you ever say that, Killian. You're important to me. To Henry. How do you think we'd feel if something happened to you?"
"Emma, love..."
"I don't need or want you to die for me, Killian. I want you to live. Take Henry to school with me, watch crappy B movies on Netflix, chase monsters. I've done that alone my whole life and I don't want to anymore. I want you next to me, taking on the world together. Do you understand?" She wasn't one for speeches—that was Killian's area—but she had to make him understand.
He looked at her with wide eyes, his mouth open slightly. "Aye, I understand. And I will do my best, Swan. But I would give my life for yours or Henry's in a heartbeat, if it would keep you safe. That's all that matters to me. So many people I've loved have died. I couldn't bear if you did too."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to watch each other's backs then, huh?"
Killian grinned. "And a very lovely backside it is, Swan." His hand drifted down her back, cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze. Emma squeaked, swatting his chest. "Oi! Watch the goods, love!"
Emma laughed. "What do you think I was doing earlier?"
"Ogling me naturally."
"I was not!"
"You just said you did, Swan. It's okay, you can admit it."
Rather than argue with him, she kissed him. Killian growled at her fierceness, rolling her onto her back. Emma relished his weight, the warm solidness of him making her hot all over. His chest hair teased her breasts, his mouth worrying a mark into the juncture of her shoulder. Emma writhed under him, heat pooling in her stomach.
"Killian..." Emma breathed, nipping on his earlobe.
"Gods, I want you again, Emma," he mumbled, giving her breast a long lick.
Emma shivered. "Oh god, yes." She rolled them over again, moving to straddle him. He was already ready for her, his cock standing at attention. Emma grinned wickedly down at him and trailed her hand over it, lightly stroking him. Killian groaned, trying in vain to get more friction.
"Are you going to tease me?"
"Only a little," she replied, sliding down his legs until her mouth hovered over him. She wanted him inside her too badly to get him off like this. But that didn't mean she couldn't torment him first. She licked along the underside of his cock, her tongue flicking over the thick vein she'd seen earlier. Killian's breathing hitched as his back bowed in pleasure.
"Fuck," he cursed, fisting the sheet. Emma flashed him a grin then returned her attention to the task at hand. She worked her hand and mouth in tandem, wanted to hear more of the sounds he made. Her other hand fondled his balls until he was begging, head thrashing. "Gods, you have to stop," he said brokenly. "Please."
Emma kissed his tip once before pulling away, surveying her handiwork. Killian's chest heaved in harsh pants, quilt bunched around his hook, sheet held tightly in his fist. He looked at her with glassy eyes, trying to recover. "Get up here, Swan," he said.
She crawled up his body, careful not to touch his sensitive cock. "Yes?"
"You are bloody incredible," he breathed, drawing her into a kiss. His hook slid down her back, along her spine, the cool metal creating goosebumps on her warm skin. "Gods, I love you."
Emma pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "I love you, too, Killian." She'd almost lost him before he knew how she felt; she was going to make sure he knew from now on. No matter what, they were in this together. "May I?"
"Aye, take me home." Emma bit her lip as she rose up on her knees, stroking him a couple of times before lining him up with her entrance. She took him into her body slowly, relishing the thick drag of him along her walls. They sighed in unison once he was fully seated inside her.
"Do you feel that?" Emma asked, splaying her hands over his chest. She started to rock slowly, her hips undulating in his lap, giving them just enough friction to ease the ache.
"Yes," he hissed, trying to stay still. "Love the way you feel around me. Hot and wet and tight. So bloody tight, love."
Emma could feel herself getting wetter, easing his way, letting him slip in and out of her faster. "Kiss me," she said, pulling on the charms of his necklace. Killian pushed himself up, arms locking around her waist, hook digging into her side as he kissed her deeply, passion pouring out of him. Emma mewled, hands diving into his hair.
"Ride me, sweetheart," he murmured. "Faster, feels so good."
Emma nodded, her hips rocking faster, her chest rubbing against his, sending frissons of desire down her spine. The pressure built low in her belly and she took Killian's hand, guiding him to where they were joined. She moaned his name as he took the hint, stroking her clit expertly.
"Let go, Swan," he urged, his lips hot on her neck. "Let go for me."
Emma threw her head back as her orgasm crashed into her, his name on her lips. Her muscles squeezed him tightly and he grunted, hips bucking up into her as he spilled himself deep inside her. Emma slumped in his arms, panting, burying her head in his neck. Killian stroked her back idly as they came down from their high, still joined together.
"I'm going to lay you down, love," he whispered into her hair. "I'll be right back, yeah?"
"Okay," she mumbled. Emma felt the loss as soon as he slipped out of her, curling in on herself. Killian smiled a little, brushing damp hair back from her face. He disappeared for a minute, returning with a washcloth. He cleaned her up quietly before tossing the cloth aside and getting back into bed with her.
"Better?"
Emma smiled up at him. "Yeah. Thanks."
"Only the best for you, love."
She rolled her eyes. "You do know it's the twenty-first century, right?"
"Aye, but seeing as I am a gentleman, you'll just have to learn to let me indulge you every now and again, Swan."
"We'll see about that, buddy."
Killian pulled the quilt back up, then shucked off his hook. Emma ran her hand over his blunted forearm. "Do you miss it?"
He didn't look at her. "Those few hours when I could hold you with both hands were some of the best of my life, until I thought I was cursed."
"It never mattered to me, you know."
Killian pressed a kiss to her hairline. "Aye, for some reason, you love this broken down old pirate." Then his face grew serious. "I'd much rather be a good man without my hand, than what I was before."
"Well, you're very...um...talented with that hook," Emma mumbled, ducking her head.
"Are you blushing, Swan?"
"No!"
"Ah, but you are." His voice lowered conspiratorially. "Have you been thinking about my hook? Has it invaded your dreams?"
"Shut up."
But Killian was undeterred. "How long do you think that magical lock will hold, love? Perhaps a demonstration could be arranged in due course."
"You are awful." Her face was red now, his teasing thoroughly embarrassing her.
"What if I promise to make it worth your while?"
Emma looked up at him, loving the wicked glint in his eye. "Let me call David and tell him I'm taking tomorrow off."
(They didn't get anymore unpacking done, much to Henry's dismay on Monday afternoon.)