Author's note: Hey, two updates in one day! Just a little baby bit of smuff. :D

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Unexpected

She couldn't look at him.

Emma was still breathing hard, her body aching in ways it hadn't ached...well, ever. Her hand rested on her stomach, the other above her head as she stared at the ceiling. Anywhere was better than looking at Killian.

She had no idea what had gotten into her. One moment she was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking hot chocolate, then next she was imagining how Killian would look sprawled across it as she rode him.

She missed him, that had to be it. He'd left with her father and Robin for a patrol of the forest, insisting she relax. And Emma had gotten antsy, alternately watching TV and reading, hoping something would distract her.

But after that first day dream, she couldn't get him out of her head. She pictured them everywhere; Killian bending her over their couch, fucking her against the fridge, her sucking him off on the stairs.

That had been yesterday. She spent the night alone in their bed, her favorite toy in her hand trying to get some relief.

All it had done was take the edge off. She still burned for him.

No sooner had Killian walked through the door then she attacked him, pawing at his clothes, hardly letting him catch his breath.

Emma felt a twinge in her hip as she took a shallow breath; the skin there would surely be bruised in a few hours, a perfect imprint of Killian's skillful fingers. That was from the chair...or was it the kitchen counter? Emma couldn't remember. All she remembered was begging him...harder and more and oh god, just like that.

They'd gone two rounds on most of the surfaces in the apartment; Killian fucking her in one place, then promptly moving her and arranging her body in a different position before sinking inside her again. She couldn't seem to get enough; encouraging him to keep touching her after he was spent. They finally made it to the bedroom where she licked every inch of his gloriously naked body, telling him all the dirty filthy fantasies she'd had while he was gone.

He made her get her toys out and show him how she'd touched herself, working her into yet another earth shattering orgasm. Then he demanded she suck his cock while he teased her ass. Emma had to bite back a groan, remembering her on her hands and knees relaxing into Killian's tender touch before he eased into that final hole.

Her body had been used and abused in the very best way and god knew she was going to feel it for at least a week. And while the pleasure of it still buzzed through her, she couldn't look at Killian. Because that wasn't her. Emma didn't crave sex like that. At least she hadn't until one Killian Jones.

"Swan?" His voice was sleepy, but she still heard the concern in it. And it made her even more embarrassed. The things she'd said to him...

Emma tried to curl in on herself, but Killian's hand grazed her hip and she froze. Even now, her skin grew warm at his touch.

"You still with me, love?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

Killian rolled so he was pressed up against her back. Emma's eyes fluttered shut, comforted by the fact that he still seemed to want to touch her. "Are you sure? Because it doesn't really feel like it from here, sweetheart."

Emma's heart melted at the endearment, her embarrassment ebbing just a little. "Sorry. I just...don't know what got into me."

"Is this embarrassment, Swan?"

"No!" she scowled. "Yes. Maybe. I don't know!"

"You...we," Killian kissed her shoulder tenderly, "didn't do anything to be ashamed of, love."

"How can you be so calm about this?"

"About what? The fact that you started mauling me as soon as I walked through the bloody door?" Killian laughed. "Swan, I've been waiting for you to do that for ages."

That finally got her to turn around. "You what?"

He gave her a cheeky grin. "I always knew you were a Hellcat, Emma. And I've got the marks to prove it." Sure enough there were claw marks...from her nails...on his chest and back and biceps. He looked like he'd been attacked by a wild animal and had loved every second.

Emma buried her head in the pillow. "Oh god."

Killian stroked her back, rubbing gentle circles into her spine. "Swan...Emma, come back to me, love."

It took a few moments, his voice easy and soothing, his accent washing over her in delicate waves, before she finally gathered enough courage to look at him. Her cheeks were still faintly pink, but she trusted him. "Okay, I'm here. Really."

Killian kissed her nose. "There she is, my beautiful Swan."

"I don't feel very beautiful right now." Which was a tiny fib. Even like this, the way he looked at her...she could feel is all the way to her toes. Like she was the most wonderful person in the whole world.

"Nonsense. You are utterly gorgeous."

"Even bruised and scratched?"

Killian's hand slid down to where his finger marks were starting to come in on her skin. "Always, love. You were bloody glorious, all wicked and wanton."

"You weren't so bad yourself."

"That so? Care to elaborate?"

Emma ran her thumb over a particularly nasty scratch on his bicep. "You really want me to stroke your ego, pirate?"

He smirked at her. "You weren't so inhibited earlier, Swan. You were very...specific in your attentions. Which I greatly enjoyed."

"Yeah, well, I guess I missed you a lot."

Killian captured her lips in a sweet kiss. "I missed you as well. That was...a very nice welcome."

Emma nudged him down so that his head lay across her stomach; she ran her fingers through his messy black hair. "I still don't know where that came from. I've never been...like that before."

"Well, I would never complain. I quite enjoyed it."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Of course you did. You got..." She looked at the clock. Holy shit, they'd been at it for hours. "Well, hours of great kinky sex."

"No offense, love, but so did you. Always knew you had it in you."

Emma blushed again. "You're just going to keep harping on that, aren't you?"

"You're the one who attacked me, Swan."

"There's a last time for everything," she said with a grin.

"Now see here," he started indignantly.

"I'm only kidding. But I have a feeling...days like today might be farther between than you want."

Killian only laughed, moving to lay beside her and gather her in his arms. "Swan, I would be content just to hold you for the rest of time." He dropped a kiss on top of her head.

"And you're exhausted," Emma said with a smile.

"Aye, that too. Bloody Hellcat attacked me, don't you know."

Emma pulled the comforter up over them and snuggled into his side. "You should watch out for her. You never know when she'll turn up again."

"I look forward to such an appearance."

They slept until noon the next day, where they had to fight through all their bumps and bruises to clean up the house before her parents came over for dinner. No one could figure out why they were stealing glances and smiles all night.