Author's note: Post 4.11 sexytimes because I wasn't completely happy with the episode. Spoilers, obviously.
Disclaimer: If they had banged, I wouldn't have written this. Duh.
Sleepless
She couldn't sleep.
Emma smacked her pillow viciously, trying to find some rest. But all she could see behind her eyes was Gold holding Killian's heart in his hand.
She was being ridiculous. Killian was fine. Tucked away in his bed at Granny's, hopefully sleeping better than her. She hadn't missed the faint shadowing under his eyes, the tiredness in his stance. He had been dealing with his missing heart for days, surely he was exhausted.
One would think the shots, the crash of adrenaline from trying to rescue her boyfriend, and a trip to that damn Sorcerer's house would exhaust her.
Apparently not. The glowing red heart haunted her; she could still feel the warmth of it in her hand.
She'd nearly lost him today.
And that was what was truly keeping her awake. If not for Belle...
Emma rolled over again, letting out a huff of frustration. She would see him first thing in the morning; they had a breakfast date. They had time.
So why was she still so fucking wired?
"This is stupid," she muttered to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Mechanically, she slipped on her sneakers (so as to avoid waking anyone else in the tiny loft), grabbed her keys and headed downstairs. Just one peek, she thought. Just to make sure he's okay. Then she would come back home and get some rest.
Emma grabbed her leather jacket, pulling it over her favorite red flannel pajamas. In and out, no one would be the wiser. She shut the door behind her silently, locked it and padded down to her Bug.
She knew the path by heart; Killian's room being right across from where her own had been those few days she and Henry bunked there. She avoided the floorboard that creaked, feeling foolish. Foolish perhaps, but this would do wonders for her peace of mind.
She stood in front of his door for what felt like an eternity; there was no light inside, he was most likely asleep as she thought. Well now what, Swan? she thought, scowling. Real great idea you've had here. She didn't want to knock and wake him up, but she didn't want to leave without seeing him.
There was a reason she was a thief in another life.
Emma pulled out a couple of pins from her hair, letting it tumble down her back, and kneeled down by the door knob. A few clicks of the tumblers and it turned; Emma glanced around quickly, then slipped inside.
As she thought, Killian was asleep on the full size bed, the faint moonlight illuminating his handsome face. A wave of relief washed through her. He looked peaceful, younger somehow. See, you idiot, he's fine. Go home. She started to turn, her hand on the knob, when she heard the bed shift.
"A sheriff breaking and entering, love? 'S bad form," Killian grumbled, his accent thicker than usual.
"Go back to sleep," she whispered. "I was never here."
Killian ignored her and sat up. He was shirtless, wearing only simple sweats. "You come here at...two o'clock in the morning and expect me to just go back to sleep? What's the matter, Swan?"
"Nothing, it's silly."
"Emma." he said, wiping the tiredness from his eyes. "We both know you better than that."
Emma sighed, defeated. She had come here to make sure he was fine; she might as well do it properly. She headed over to the bed, standing in front of him awkwardly. "I couldn't sleep," she confessed in a quiet voice.
He reached up and took her hand, threading their fingers together. Emma immediately felt her skin start to warm and her heart lighten. There was nothing like tangible proof that the one you care about was really there with you. "I had some trouble sleeping as well."
"You looked pretty out when I came in."
"You think I don't know how to feign sleep, Swan? I'm wounded."
That got her to smile, just a little. "It's just one of your many skills, eh, pirate?"
"You are welcome to test those skills at any time, love." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and she rolled her eyes.
"Is everything a joke to you?"
His face turned serious in the faint light. "No, there are many things I take quite seriously." He squeezed her hand. "I've always taken you seriously."
Emma brought her hand up to cup his face, much like she had earlier in the diner, when he'd spoken with Gold's voice. He hadn't gone into detail about what happened, but he didn't need to. It wasn't that hard for her to piece together. When he was ready to tell her everything, she'd listen. "Are you okay?"
Killian leaned his stubbled cheek into her palm. "Aye. Although I'm much better now."
Emma gave him a tight lipped smile. "I know what you mean." Seeing him, touching him, made her feel much better about...everything. There was just a calm that seemed to surround their time together, even amidst a crisis. She could look at that too handsome face, see those too blue eyes filled with love and confidence and just...be at peace.
And she'd nearly lost it.
They remained like that for a long time, just soaking each other in. At length, Killian cleared his throat. "Seeing as we're both having trouble sleeping...would you, um, perhaps...like to stay?" He sounded so nervous and unsure; it made her smile. Her dashing idiot pirate.
"Okay."
Killian smiled up at her like she'd given him the moon, her heart clenched. How could just being around her make him so damn happy? He let go of her hand and pulled back the covers, sliding over to the far side of the bed to let her in. Emma toed off her shoes and shrugged out of her jacket before climbing in after him. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Killian pulled the covers up and reached for her hand, holding it loosely between them. He made no move to kiss her, or initiate any other contact, respecting her space. Emma bit her lip and scooted closer, just enough so that their legs became tangled.
"Good night, Killian."
"Good night, Swan."
She wasn't sure when they fell asleep; it was so warm under the covers, the reassurance of each other's presence soothing them. The sun was streaming in through the curtains when she awoke, warm breath heavy on her neck.
It felt so odd to wake up with someone, but the urge to bolt never came. Emma simply scooted deeper under the covers, hovering between sleep and awake. It was definitely the best sleep she'd gotten since Ingrid started screwing with everyone.
A hand tightened around her middle, a jaw cracking yawn by her ear. "Sleep, love."
"I was. It's morning," she mumbled.
"'S early," he groused.
"I should get home." If the others woke up and found her gone, they'd probably send out a search party for something.
Killian pulled her deeper against cradle of his body. "They can wait five bloody minutes."
"I'm in my pajamas still." But she could feel her resolve weakening. Surely, Prince Charming and Snow White would understand a close call. Right?
"Hmm, I like them." Killian pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his hand lightly stroking her belly. "And I like this."
And suddenly, her body was awake. Damn him and his lips. She could still feel the passion and joy in his kiss after she returned his heart, pressing her into the wall, her hands exploring. They'd had so little time since their date, but her body had not forgotten what it felt like to want him. "Killian..."
He left a trail of kisses along her throat, her ear, gently rolling her so he could claim her lips. She sighed into it, hand in his hair, lips and tongue slowly but surely stoking the fire that burned between them, the fire they'd managed to ignore for far too long.
"Gods, I love kissing you," he muttered against her lips, going back for more. Emma growled and rolled them over so she was on top of him. This was dangerous because she could feel his growing desire between her legs, desire she shared. She'd once told him that she didn't pillage and plunder on the first date, but good lord had she wanted to. Now there was nothing stopping them.
"Swan...Emma," Killian gasped, breaking for air. "We don't have to...I mean, I can wait." He ran his fingers through her blonde tresses, looking at her reverently. "Gods, I'd wait forever for you."
Emma stroked the scar on his cheek, touched by his concern. She knew that he wanted to do this right, for her to be ready and she adored him for it. "I know. But I want to. I want to enjoy this quiet moment with you, Killian." If the adventure with the Snow Queen had taught her anything, it was to show the people you love, that you love them. For that love to be selfless and true. To live your life to the fullest.
She couldn't say it (yet), but she could feel it. And she could show him how she felt, that she was really in this to stay. He was her choice.
He started to speak but Emma put a finger to his lips. "Just kiss me."
"Aye." Killian cradled her head and brought her lips back to his. The moment they touched Emma just stopped thinking. She gave herself over to the way he made her feel, to the way his heart hammered against his ribs. She was hot, too hot, but she didn't break their kiss. Her hands wandered freely, finally able to touch his bare skin, feel the soft hair, the raised scars. Killian's hand moved down to slide under her flannel shirt, smoothing along her back, thumb brushing the curve of her breast.
Emma moaned softly, shivering. "It's okay," she whispered. "I want you to touch me."
Killian's eyes closed briefly, then opened, staring into hers as he started to explore her. He molded his hand to her breast, kneading the soft mound gently. Emma bit her lip, a wave of heat rolling down her spine. She moved to unbutton her shirt, not wanting him to stop touching her. She threw off the covers and removed the flannel, tossing it to the floor.
Killian sucked in a shallow breath at the sight of her. "Emma..."
She shook her head. "Don't think." She leaned down to kiss him again, the feel of being skin to skin with him intoxicating. Killian rolled them over so she was on her back, his mouth moving down to wrap around one pert nipple. He sucked and laved it with his tongue, sending pleasure spiraling through her. Her back arched, a moan tearing through her throat. Emma's hips rolled, vainly searching for friction, anything to ease the ache at her core.
"I have wanted you for so long," Killian mumbled, almost to himself. "Nearly drove me mad."
"So why are we still wearing clothes?" she shot back, thankful that the reverent tone was gone and all that was left was the passion. They had time for reverent...later.
"In a hurry, Swan?"
"I think we've waited long enough, don't you?" she sassed back.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but changed his mind. "Why indeed." Killian kissed a path down her trembling stomach, catching the waistband of her pajamas with his teeth. Holy fuck, she thought as he pulled them down, Emma lifting her hips to help him. Another wave of lust shot through her, soaking her panties. Killian removed those too, leaving her naked to his hungry gaze. "You are beautiful, Swan."
Emma squirmed under his scrutiny, wishing he'd just move already. She sat up, smoothed her hand over his neck and shoulder, seeing his eyes darken. He growled at her, inching closer to her until their noses brushed. Emma's eyes fell closed as she kissed him hard, tired of waiting, tired of wondering, just wanting to feel him. Killian wrapped his arm around her waist, hauling her into his lap. Emma ground against him, seeking friction.
"You're still wearing clothes, damn it."
"So take them off," he challenged.
Emma grinned, hands instantly sliding down to his waist. It took some maneuvering, but she got them off. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything underneath the sweats. Her eyes widened a bit as she took him in. Damn.
"Swan?"
She looked up at him; his face a mixture of lust and concern. She just smiled and kissed him, adjusting her seat in his lap. "Ready?"
"Aye." Emma moved first, raising herself up just enough, reaching down between them to guide him in. They sighed in unison as he filled her, Emma stretching deliciously to accommodate him. He was bigger than she was used to, but damn he felt incredible. She moved slowly, just rocking in his lap, letting herself adjust.
"Oh my god," she breathed, her head falling back.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, voice tinged with worry, brushing some hair back from her face.
"No, no, just...damn." She rose up a bit more, moaning, relishing the drag along her walls. "Good, just...good."
Killian bit his lip, trying so hard to let her set the pace, his body demanding he simply drive into her, to ruin her for anyone else. But she was far too important for him to give into his baser instincts. Emma ran her fingers through his hair, seeing the conflict in his eyes. "I know, it's okay." She kissed him, the kiss quickly turning hungry and demanding. Emma bounced faster in his lap, rolling her hips, pleasure rocketing through her veins.
Killian's hand and stump rested on her ass, guiding her, allowing her to grind her clit into his pelvis. It was heaven, heat and passion and love, sloppy kisses and sweet moans. Why had she waited so long for him?
"Swan," Killian hissed, forehead resting on hers. "So fucking close."
Emma nodded furiously, her hand sliding between them. She stroked her clit quickly with her index finger, her own pleasure just out of reach. It hit her like a tidal wave, crying out his name. She was still coming when Killian flipped her onto her back and drove back into her, pounding into her until his own orgasm claimed him. He collapsed on top of her, head buried in the crook of her neck. Their harsh breathing filled the quiet room, neither wanting to move.
"Wow," Emma breathed, stroking his sweat slicked back. He was pressing her deep into the mattress and she loved it, not that she'd say so. Emma wasn't a cuddler, generally. But she seemed to be breaking all sorts of rules with him.
Killian kissed her neck sweetly. "Emma, I..."
"Shhh," she replied, knowing what he was going to say. Part of her desperately wanted to hear it, but she didn't want to ruin this perfect moment with her own inadequacies. "I know."
They rolled onto their sides again, still holding each other close. They might have dozed again; Emma couldn't be sure. The next thing she knew Killian's phone was screeching. He grumbled as he went to answer it, still naked. Emma felt a stab of panic when she figured out who it was. David.
"No, she's here, mate." Killian paused. "And perfectly fine. Just a spot of sleeplessness, not to worry." He hung up a moment later, looking a combination of smug and sheepish. She had no idea how he pulled it off.
"Was that who I think it was?"
"Aye. Your mother was worried about you, love."
Emma sighed. "Of course she is. Guess I have to do the walk of shame now."
Killian's brow creased. "Walk of shame?"
"It's when..." Emma shook her head. No, she did not regret this. She did not regret being with him. "Never mind. It's none of their business. This is between us, no one else."
"Emma..."
She sat up, cupping his face to kiss him. "I know we don't talk about it, but I'm with you, Killian. This...thing we have is important to me, understand?"
"Aye, I think I do." He smiled. "We still on for breakfast, Swan?"
"Just let me go home and put some real clothes on, okay?"
"I think you look rather fetching naked, love."
Emma blushed. "Give me twenty minutes?" If she ran, she could shower and change, then run back.
"See you then."
Emma leaned back in to give him a quick kiss, then scrambled for her pajamas. She pulled them on along with her jacket and shoes, leaving before she could change her mind. When she met him for breakfast, she greeted him with a kiss right there in front of Granny's customers. Killian's smile could have lit up every building in New York.