Author's note: Emma has a very hot pirate boyfriend. She wishes to appreciate him. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Would I be writing this if I did?

Closer

It was completely unfair.

Emma considered herself to be an in control person. She rarely let her emotions get the better of her. She thought—some would say overthought—before she acted. Regardless, she'd become a master at keeping her hormones in check.

So what was it about Killian Jones that made her feel so out of control?

It could be the most innocuous things. Sitting at the kitchen island, thumbing through the newspaper. Rolling his eyes and trying not to look exasperated as they discussed Storybrooke's latest crisis. Sharing a quiet word with her father. Mock sword fighting with Henry. Hell, walking down the god damn street.

Things that absolutely should not turn her into a horny, needy mess did and it was all his fault.

His fault with the bottomless baby blues and the artfully messy hair and the scruff and chest hair that peeked out of the shirts he wore. Emma thought it would get better once she got used to him in modern clothing, but no such luck. If anything it was worse because now she knew exactly what he looked like without anything on at all.

And when he caught her staring he'd just give her that fucking smug grin and that little leg shuffle and god, she wanted to hit him half the time. The other half she wanted to just rip his clothes off and run her tongue over his body until he was begging then ride him until they passed out.

Unfortunately, the world was not as obliging as Emma would like. And neither was Killian. Inevitably, he would turn the tables on her, hand and mouth on her body, playing her like a finely tuned instrument until she was drenched in sweat and weak from too many orgasms.

She had to admit that his cocky attitude was well earned. In every sense.

Emma shifted in her seat, the TV remote nearly falling from her hand. Killian sat in the chair across from her, quietly reading a book. Like everything else about him, she was surprised at how voracious a reader he was; he digested books quickly, much quicker than Emma ever had.

Yet he still couldn't help but let a little of the pirate swagger out, even as he read. The chair was cushy and comfortable; Killian sat low in it, his legs splayed wide, book in his hand, hook dangling over the arm. His vest was off and his shirt had two more buttons loose at a result.

It was like he knew every single thing that set her off and flaunted it, as if challenging her to do something about it.

Worse, it was working. Bastard.

Emma tore herself from her daydream and switched off the TV she wasn't watching. She stood up and sauntered over to where Killian sat, plucking the book out of his hand. "Bedroom. Now."

Killian's eyes flashed for just a second, then he put on a mask of confusion. "What's the matter, Swan?"

"You. You are the matter, pirate. Now go."

The smug bastard just grinned at her, that happy dimpled smile that made her knees weak, and she swatted at him as he moved to obey her. Emma locked the bedroom door behind her; there was no one else home, but they'd learned the hard way. It had been a scarring experience for everyone.

"So, Swan, care to elaborate on what I've done to offend you so?" Killian asked, rolling on the balls of his feet.

Emma ignored him; instead walking right up to him and dragging his lips down to hers. His arms were around her in a second, pulling her flush against his body. She loved the way her curves melted into the planes of his chest; they just fit together in a way that made her dizzy. Emma deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue with his, tasting a bit of the coffee they'd had with dinner. One hand sank into his hair, feeling the thick strands between her fingers, the other sliding under his shirt, feeling the warm skin. Killian moaned softly, tightening his hold on her, almost lifting her off her feet.

"Gods, Emma," he whispered against her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth, then along her jaw. He was doing it again, wresting control, making her so dizzy with pleasure that she didn't care. It took all her willpower, but she pushed firmly on his chest, putting a bit of space between them.

"Later," she said to his questioning stare. "Right now it's my turn."

"As you wish."

Emma placed another brief kiss to his lips, pleased that he would give her this. "It'll feel good, I promise."

Killian chuckled. "Of that I have no doubt."

"No touching," Emma warned, reaching out and skimming his torso with her hand. "Only I get to touch." She didn't want to have to restrain him, but she would if he didn't behave to her liking. "Do you understand?" Killian nodded, swallowing audibly. Emma glanced down and saw the growing bulge in his pants. Good.

Emma smiled at him, fondly stroking the scar on his cheek. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Before he could respond, she started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling the tail from his pants. She slowly peeled it from his body, revealing a large expanse of lean toned muscle. Emma had always known he was handsome, but that in no way prepared her for what the rest of him looked like. Her questing fingers traced the lines of muscle, around his pecs and down his abs. One of her school trips had been to an art museum and the kids had all snickered and laughed at the some of the naked statues. Killian reminded her of those statues; every line of him perfect.

Killian shivered under her touch, his eyes watching her hungrily. Emma leaned in and kissed the hollow of his throat, her lips and tongue sliding over his skin. He was always so warm; it was one of the things that made her gravitate toward him whenever they were in the same room. She left a trail of open mouthed wet kisses down his chest, the hair tickling her nose. She remembered how that same hair felt teasing her nipples and had to bite back a groan.

Her fingers curled into the waistband of his pants as she tried to steady herself. Emma cupped him through the material, standing up on her toes to swallow his groan with a kiss. Killian kissed her back hard, throwing himself into the one bit of touch she allowed him. "Don't stop," he panted.

Emma nodded wordlessly and righted herself. She made quick work of his pants, sliding them off his hips and kneeling so he could step out of them. Then she peeled his socks off, leaving him entirely nude. A wave of desire washed through her as her eyes trailed up his body; he was gorgeous. And completely hers.

"You are beautiful," she said quietly. Killian started to shake his head, but Emma shushed him. "No, you really are. And I'll show you." She brushed her lips over the nearest patch of skin she could find—his thigh as it happened—her movements slow and reverential. Hands and lips and tongue stroked his body, moving higher and higher, giving him the attention he so often reserved for her. By the time she got to his hips he was already trembling, unsteady on his feet.

Emma held him firmly as she sucked a mark into his hip, right above one of his more prominent scars. Killian's head fell back, a moan tearing from his throat. "Emma."

Still, she refused to touch him where he was hard and straining, his cock red and swollen. This was all about driving him insane with want. She blew cool air on it and he hissed, reaching for her hair before stopping himself just in time. "Fuck, I want to touch you," he growled.

"Now you know how I feel," she said with a smirk. Emma got to her feet, her hands back on his body. She just couldn't stop touching him. "Do you know how hot you are right now?" She was extremely turned on; if she stripped, he'd see how much.

"Bloody hell."

Emma leaned in and kissed his ear, sucking eagerly on the lobe. "Nope, definitely hotter than that." She moved behind him, not wanting him to watch her as she stripped. She was too hot, too flushed. Naked, she pressed herself against his back, hands sliding around his waist. "Oh, that's much better."

"Swan." It came out like a strangled whisper.

Emma kissed the space between his shoulder blades. "I know, Killian." Her hands slid up his back, the muscles twitching under her touch. She loved this view almost more than the front, the well muscled back and toned ass doing things to her. She kneaded his skin, kissing along his spine. She squeezed his ass firmly, making him yelp in surprise.

"Like that?" She squeezed again when he didn't answer right away.

"Yes!" he barked.

"I'll have to remember that." Her hands skimmed over his ribs and down to his cock. Killian hissed when she touched it at last, hips rocking automatically into her hand. "I already know you like this." She curled her fingers around him, thumb brushing the leaking tip. She pumped him slowly; he felt smooth and heavy in her hand and she shivered in anticipation. She'd been surprised the first time to see how well endowed he was, but she really shouldn't have been. Nothing about her pirate was average.

"I want you, Killian," she said, still stroking him gently. "I always want you."

She could feel the tension in his body as he took in her words. Emma wasn't very vocal during sex, at least not with words. Killian loved to talk, loved to tell her how good she felt, how much he loved her. Emma just reveled in the sensations, gasps and moans tumbling from her lips. But this time she needed him to know. To know how much she desired him, how much he brought to her life. She didn't regret a single moment with him, because they all brought them to this point.

"Emma. Bloody hell, woman, I need you."

"Get on the bed." Killian scrambled to do as she asked, propping himself up against the pillows. Emma climbed in after him, crawling over his body until her mouth was hovering over his cock. She kissed the tip, tongue swirling, licking until he was gasping for air. Pleased with herself, Emma released him and trailed kisses up his torso, teeth scraping his nipples. Killian cursed, still heeding her dictate not to touch, but obviously not happy about it. Her legs settled on either side of his hips, her wet aching core rubbing over his cock. "I love this part," she whispered, almost to herself. She brought the tip of him to her entrance and slid down slowly; he slipped in easily, her wetness coating her thighs.

They groaned simultaneously once he was seated fully, Killian finally throwing caution to the winds and pulling her down so she was flush against his chest. He kissed her hungrily, lips and teeth clashing with hers as she ground against him. Emma wrapped her thighs around his, giving her better leverage, relishing the thick drag of him along her walls. Killian's hand smoothed down the curve of her spine until he reached her ass, giving her a sharp spank. Emma cried out, tearing her mouth from his. The momentary sting melted into pleasure and she moaned.

"Again," she said, back arching. Killian spanked her again and Emma bit her lip. She hadn't expected it to feel that good. "Again." The pressure tightened in her stomach and Emma rolled them over to she was on her back. She wanted to feel him pressing her into the mattress, that body driving powerfully into hers.

Killian shifted her legs over his shoulders, driving into her, a look of ecstasy on his face. Emma clawed at the duvet, every thrust sending her higher. "Faster," she pleaded, her breathing coming in harsh pants. "Please." She was so close, she just needed a little bit more to drive her over the edge.

Killian shivered and cursed, his hips pistoning into her now, wild and uncontrolled. Emma screamed as she exploded, her vision going white. Killian let out a strangled moan as he followed, her clenching walls milking him dry. He was off her before she'd fully come down, easing her body into a more comfortable position. Emma reached for him, coaxing his mouth to hers for a breathless kiss.

"Gods, I love you," he panted, brushing kisses to her shoulder.

Emma offered him a weak smile, shivering as an aftershock rolled through her. "Love you too."

Killian gently swept the damp hair from her face, smiling down at her. "Does this mean I can touch you now, love?"

Emma snorted. "Yeah, you can."

"Thank the gods."

Her brow creased, worried. "Do you not...like it?"

"Swan, don't you for one second think that I didn't enjoy myself. You were bloody amazing." He kissed her brow. "I just like being able to touch you too."

"You are awfully handsy for a guy with only one."

"Is that a complaint?"

"Nope. I just...didn't know I liked that, before you."

"There is just something about you, Swan. Always has been," he agreed. "I've never felt like this."

Emma cupped his cheek, sighing as his scruff rubbed over her palm. "I know. I've never really felt like this either. All it took was a few centuries and a couple of portals and here we are."

"Every minute was worth it."

"Killian..." She could feel her cheeks warming; the depth of his feelings for her never failed to make her heart flutter.

"This is where I'm supposed to be, Emma. I believe that. I won't deny the path was painful and that I don't miss the people I've lost, but my life would be worse without you in it. And if everything I had to go through got me here, then it was worth it. You are worth it."

Emma blinked back tears, almost overwhelmed by the love she felt for him. She leaned up and kissed him instead, not trusting her words. "I'm so glad you're here with me," she mumbled into the crook of his neck. She held him close, buoyed by his strong embrace. She felt closer to him than anyone she'd ever known; she didn't want to go back to what her life was like before him.

"For as long as you want me, my love."

Emma pulled back, looking into his eyes. "Forever work for you?"

Killian smiled that smile she loved so much. "Aye."