Author's note: Just a little dirty, angry make up sex. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: How about no?
Hate You, Love You
"Swan, talk to me."
Emma ignored him, boots clomping on the stairs. She was so angry at him she could hardly see straight. He'd done it again, nearly gotten himself killed and if she opened her mouth she wasn't sure if she'd kiss him senseless or scream at him until she was hoarse.
She flung open the apartment door and nearly slammed it in his stupidly handsome face. She heard Killian growl behind her before shutting the door firmly and locking it.
"What has gotten into you, Swan?" he demanded.
"Just leave me alone, Killian. I don't want to talk to you right now."
"Bollocks. You're not going anywhere until we've sorted this out."
Emma threw her keys down on the coffee table and ripped off her jacket, practically snarling in frustration. "There's nothing to sort out," she said, turning to face him at last. Christ, he still had some blood along his hairline. "We won. Again. End of story."
"Clearly it's not because you've not said two words to me since."
"What do you want me to say, Killian? You nearly got killed! Nothing makes that okay!"
"Emma, I'm fine. This is hardly a scratch."
"You were unconscious."
Killian's jaw clenched. "I got dazed a bit, I'll grant you. But someone needed to watch your back."
"I don't need you to protect me, Killian!"
"Swan, you're as stubborn as your bloody father, and as reckless. If you'd have just waited..."
Emma cut him off. "I'm the Savior, you idiot! Saving people is what I do."
"And who's going to save you?" The muscle in his jaw jumped again, his face getting more flushed in his anger.
"I wasn't alone. Regina was there."
Killian ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Well, I'm sorry, love. I just don't trust Regina to watch your back." Then he shook his head. "Actually, no. I'm not sorry. I'd do it again. A hundred times over. I'm not losing you too."
"Haven't you been listening? That's exactly what this is about! You keep throwing your life around like it's worthless, like I could just...move on, if you died!"
Killian stepped closer to her, invading her space. "That's exactly what I'd want you to do, love."
Tears pricked her eyes and Emma bit her lip hard to keep them at bay. If he thought things were that simple then he was very, very wrong. "How can you say that? After everything we've been through?"
"I would never wish you unhappy, Emma. Especially not on my account. You deserve better."
Emma didn't know what came over her but she slapped him. Hard. Killian yelped and held his hand to his stinging cheek. "Don't you ever say anything like that again," Emma hissed. "You don't get to decide what I do or don't deserve, Killian Jones." With that, she stalked off, too angry to look at him.
She'd hardly stepped into the bedroom when she felt Killian's hook wrap around her wrist. He spun her around and crushed his mouth to hers, their mutual anger and frustration and fear bubbling up and needing an outlet. The life they led was dangerous; they both knew it. And they were both stubborn and afraid of losing more people they loved.
Emma bit at his lips, fingers clawing at his jacket. Anger fueled lust hit her like a tidal wave; she had to have him, feel his hard body under her, over her, surrounding her. Emma yanked on his hair, baring his neck to her hungry mouth as she nipped sharply at his skin. Killian snarled and groaned, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her jeans and yanked her to him. He was as turned on as she was, his cock already standing at attention, as he ground his hips into hers.
Emma gave as good as she got, pawing at his clothes while sucking a mark into his neck. Buttons flew everywhere as she tore his waistcoat and shirt, backing him up to one of the posters on their bed. His back hit with a loud oof and he grabbed her by the waist, jerking her back against his chest. He spun her around, holding her firmly with his good arm as his hook snagged on her sweater, pulling and twisting until it came lose from her body. Her bra was gone a moment later, another victim of his flashing hook. Killian attacked her skin with his lips and teeth, marking her as she had done him. Emma moaned, reaching back behind her, holding him by the hips, grinding her ass into his erection.
"Fuck, I want you," Killian growled into her shoulder. His hand came up to fondle her breast and he wasn't gentle, twisting and pulling on the nipple until Emma cried out. She was on fire, aroused and still angry and she needed him to fuck her until she passed out.
Emma jerked herself out of his arms and spun, hands finding his chest and shoving him down onto the bed. Her hands flew to her pants, fumbling with the button and the zip, tearing out the button in the process. In seconds she was naked and climbing on top of him, bypassing his crotch and heading for his face instead.
"Swan?"
"Shut up and fuck me, pirate," she ordered, fingers reaching down and yanking on his hair. She hissed in pleasure as he grabbed her roughly by the hips and did just that, fucking her with his mouth. He licked the length of her, over and over again, until she was whimpering with need. She had one hand in his hair and the other braced on the bed, trying to remain upright as she rode his face, his scruff burning her skin. He sucked on her clit; she moaned in approval. His hook was cold on her hip, his arm wrapped around her leg to keep her in place.
"Fuck, more," she pleaded, hovering close to the edge.
Killian growled against her already sensitive skin and Emma shivered. Then she cried out in surprise and pleasure, three of Killian's long fingers shoved roughly inside her. Emma moved faster, riding his fingers, unintelligible sounds tumbling from her lips. Her orgasm came abruptly, the pleasure spiking as her walls clenched around his thrusting fingers.
Emma whined when Killian pulled his hand away; her orgasm hardly finished. She fell down to her hands and knees, panting, still hovering on the edge of pleasure. The bed dipped and Emma looked over her shoulder. Killian was pulling roughly on his pants, hardly getting them down his hips before reaching for her. He dragged her by the waist to the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off.
"I'm going to brand you, Swan," Killian said, his blue eyes flashing fire. "No one gets this but me."
His hook held her steady as he thrust home, taking her in one smooth motion. Emma cursed, shoving her hips back into him. He felt so big like this, his cock hitting deep inside her, just the way she loved. There was something to be said for being fucked by a pirate. Killian could be gentle and sweet, a very giving lover. But there were times she loved the pirate more, wanting to feel him long after they were through.
Emma clawed at the sheets, meeting his hard thrusts with her hips, knowing she'd have bruises. But she felt wild and wanton, and she needed more. Killian muttered filthy things to her, how tight she was, how much this turned her on, all the things he'd dreamed of doing to her. Emma scoffed at that last bit, just to rile up him.
"You'll pay for that." His hand came down on her ass a second later. Hard. Emma cried out at the sting, but it melted into a moan as the pleasure bloomed. Killian spanked her again, her skin stinging as he kept fucking her. Over and over again his hand came down until her ass cheek was pink, tiny welts rising from his rings. Emma whimpered, the pain and pleasure too much, her body needing release desperately.
"Come," Killian growled into her ear and Emma did, her body spasming and trembling as she cried out. His hips jerked once, twice, three times as he spilled himself deep inside her.
Emma couldn't breathe, her body seeming to short circuit from the pleasure. She felt Killian slip out of her and she whined. He kissed the base of her spine and gently pressed her down to the bed before she could collapse entirely. There was some rustling of fabric and boots, then she felt him along her back, spooning her, their feet dangling over the bed as they caught their breath.
Killian's hand ran down her arm and over her hip and Emma hissed when he brushed her stinging ass. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"I'll live," she whispered. She pulled his hand up to her lips and kissed the palm. "Don't worry about me."
Without meaning to, she'd come right back to why they'd argued in the first place. "I'll always worry about you, my love."
"I know." Just as she would always worry about him. "But I'm still angry at you."
"I know." Killian gently rolled her onto her back so he could look at her. "I won't apologize for having your back, Emma. I belong at your side. Always."
"Forever the Captain, huh?"
"I happen to be a very good captain."
"Yeah, you are." She cradled his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss, this one much more gentle and loving. They would probably have this argument again. And again. But that was okay. It meant that they cared and that Emma would always be grateful for.