Author's note: So this was a special request from Tumblr, CS sexytimes in the Bug. So sexytimes with a dash of feels? Post Underworld. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope.

Quite the Vessel

She winced a little at the crunching under the tires of her Bug. It really wasn't made for driving in the woods, but it couldn't really be helped in Storybrooke. She pulled them as high on the rise as was prudent, then put the car into park. Their sleepy—occasionally crazy—home lay out in front of them, lights beginning to twinkle in the twilight. It was spring in Maine, but a pervasive chill lingered, enough that they needed their leather jackets.

Emma shut off the engine and glanced at Killian, who was quiet. He seemed to sense this was important to her, so he let her open up in her own time. It was just his way, one that it took her far too long to appreciate. But those days were over; after all they'd been through she made a silent vow to never take him for granted again.

It was why she'd brought them up here. She was done hiding.

Killian reached across the gear shift and laid his hook on her thigh. Emma smiled, wrapping her fingers around it. He'd gotten better at this, reaching for her with this part of him. After the Underworld, he'd finally come to accept that she loved him, even the ruined parts.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

He turned to look at her; she was almost sad, Killian had such a handsome profile. Not that she'd tell him that. "Aye, and you can see the Jolly from here," he observed.

She grinned. As usual, he was right. "Of course you'd notice that."

"Can you blame a man for being partial to his ship?"

She cocked a brow at him. "Should I be jealous?"

"You're the one who chose this spot, Swan. I think you're a bit partial to the old girl as well."

She laughed. "Great, I'm in a three way relationship with a pirate and his ship."

Killian slipped his hook through a loop in her jeans. "You know I'd always choose you."

She reached over and ran her fingers through his dark hair. "I know."

He leaned into her touch, nuzzling her palm. There was a time when he thought he'd never feel her touch again; he tried to memorize every moment from now on. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, Swan, but is there any particular reason for this little outing?"

She carefully unhooked him from her pants and climbed over the gear shift. It was awkward in the tiny Bug but she managed it. Killian let out a little teasing oomph as she settled in his lap; Emma rolled her eyes. Still, his arms wrapped around her waist as he waited for her to explain. She turned a bit so she could look out the window, an arm resting across his broad shoulders. She remained quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out how to explain what she wanted. Words were his forte not hers.

Finally, she pressed a loving kiss to his hairline. "This is where I was, that day my magic went haywire," she said softly. Killian almost involuntarily tightened his hold, recalling those days all too vividly. He'd been certain that he would lose her, partly due to his own actions. Instead, he'd wound up enslaved to the Crocodile. Emma moved her hand and began to tease the hair at the nape of his neck, soothing the lines in his forehead. Those days were behind them; this was their chance to move forward. "I knew everyone was looking for me, but I didn't want to be found."

"I surmised as much."

"You were the reason I chose this place, you know. I thought it was one of the last places you would look. I needed time. I was so scared of hurting anyone. Henry, my parents, you. I didn't know what to do, but I...I knew I couldn't leave Storybrooke. I couldn't leave my home, not after finally finding it."

"It's alright, Swan. You don't have to explain."

She shook her head. "Yes, I do. I hurt you so many times without meaning to. I just...didn't know how to let you in. But I want to fix that."

"You're already forgiven, Emma. The past is the past. You showed me that, even when I couldn't believe it myself."

"Still, I want to show you this. I guess so that...if I ever get lost again...you'll know where to find me."

"I'll do my best so that you won't get lost, love. Not ever again."

She smiled at him, knowing he meant every word. He always did. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. One kiss led to another and another, his tongue sliding past her lips. Emma hummed into it, his hand sliding up her back and into her hair. He twisted his fingers around the golden tresses, effectively holding her place. Her free hand slipped under his leather jacket, across the smooth fabric of his waistcoat. She really loved those waistcoats.

"Swan," he whispered, so low it rumbled in his chest. She felt it under her palm and it made her shiver.

"Hmm?" She really didn't want to stop kissing him, despite the awkward way she was turned.

"Perhaps you should move into a slightly more comfortable position, lass." His hook rubbed her thigh. "Because I'd really like to keep kissing you."

She chuckled. "Good plan, pirate." She broke from him long enough to try and straddle his hips, but was stymied by the position of the seat. She made a frustrated sound and reached down to slide his seat back. He yelped as she not so gently shoved the seat back as far as it would go, giving her a bit more room to maneuver. In a flash, she was back in his lap, denim clad knees on either side of his hips. She peeled off her red leather jacket, showing him the tank top underneath. His jaw dropped a little but he didn't have time to process it. Her mouth slanted over his and he moaned into her kiss.

Emma traced the line of his neck with deft fingers, paying special attention to where he'd been knicked by Excalibur. The wound was gone now—not even a scar remained—but she knew precisely where it was. She could never forget it, the way his life's blood poured out it. When she had to come up for air, she lowered her head to lovingly kiss the spot. "Emma."

"I know," she whispered. Part of her felt like a teenager, necking with her boyfriend at the local parking spot. It felt damn good. Only this was her True Love, her husband, and she wasn't going to let him go.

His hand and hook traced her curves, finally coming to rest under her ass. "Here, love?"

"Why not? We christened your vessel. Why not mine?"

He grinned lecherously, remembering that night. It was during their six weeks of blessed peace, their first time together. "As you wish, Swan." He rose up and kissed her hard, giving her bum a sharp squeeze. She mewled, fingers working their way under his jacket.

"Too many clothes," she muttered, rocking back in his lap so they could get his jacket off. She tossed it impatiently into the driver's seat, mouth back in his. She tried to work the buttons of his vest as his hand slid under her tank top.

"Does the princess wish me to be naked in her vessel?" he chuckled, nipping her earlobe.

"Yes," she replied matter of factly. Her pirate was hot and she wanted to see him.

He drew her tank top up and over her head, leaving her clad in her black lace bra. "Such a naughty princess, I love it."

"Shut up and get to work," she demanded, uncovering a nipple. If they were going to have dirty sex in her Bug, then damn it, she wanted it to be memorable. Killian didn't hesitate, latching onto the hardening bud with alacrity. He swirled his tongue over her areola and blew cool air across it, making the nipple tighten. A jolt of heat rushed to her core and she moaned loudly. It was a good thing they were far away from any inhabited part of town because she had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to keep quiet. Not when he made her body sizzle like this.

The point of his hook slipped into the pocket of her jeans, urging her to move, to grind herself against his hips. He loved the way she moved, their still clothed hips finding a perfect rhythm. Emma thew her head back, blindly reaching for something to hang on to. Her hand came into contact with the window, slipping over the fogged over glass.

"Shit," she breathed.

"What?"

"The windows...are all fogged over."

"Is that bad?"

She shook her head. "It's very, very right." She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, thoroughly exploring his mouth. It almost felt like she was getting a redo of parts of her life, things she'd missed out on. And fucking a hot guy in her car was certainly one of them. She went back to his waistcoat and shirt, needing to expose more of his skin. He was hot to the touch, welcoming her methodical stripping of his top layers. They got her bra off as well, her mewls echoing in the Bug as he kneaded the soft flesh of one, while rubbing the nipple of its twin with his hook. The cool metal always drove her crazy. He'd been a bit stunned when she confessed how much the hook turned her on, but as always he was eager to please her.

Killian could feel her heat between his legs, the delicious way she ground herself over his clothed erection. He needed her badly, needed to feel that slick sheath gripping him, but he wanted to see her fall, listen to the sounds she made. He unbuttoned her jeans and yanked at the fly as Emma nodded frantically. She bit her lip as his hand moved under her panties, fingers sliding through her slippery flesh. "Fuck, you are so bloody wet."

"Oh god." She rocked into his touch, hands coming up to fondle her breasts as he touched her. "Don't stop."

Killian groaned, watching her touch her body. His Swan was exquisite in the throes of her passion. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink, nipples hard and aching. His cock twitched painfully; he wanted to hear her scream for him. "So beautiful, Swan." He pushed a single digit into her, quickly followed by a second. She was hot and tight...fuck, he needed her. "Ride my fingers, lass. Let me see you come. Then I'll give you what you want."

Emma braced her hands on his shoulders, rolling her hips on every downward drive. She moaned, the pressure coiling deep her belly. How did he plan to fuck her in the tiny car? She didn't know but as long she got to feel his long thick cock moving within her, it didn't matter. They fit together in a way that she'd never experienced; she was connected to him in a way she'd never connected to another person. It made her crave him. All the time.

"Come on, darling," he growled in her ear, thumb finding her swollen clit. "Come for me. Come so I can fuck you until you're screaming my name."

"Fuck!" It washed over her in a rush, hips rutting mindlessly against his hand, the pleasure sizzling through her veins. He rubbed her until she was a shaking mess in his arms, lips brushing her forehead lovingly.

"So bloody gorgeous when you come," he said, extracting his hand. Emma whimpered at the loss of his touch, high but feeling empty. She needed him inside her so much. She wet her lips as he licked his fingers clean, another jolt of lust rocking her. She was kissing him as soon as his fingers left his mouth, simultaneously trying to shove her pants off her hips. "Slowly, lass."

Her hand moved to his crotch, rubbing firmly through the denim. He groaned, hips thrusting into her touch. "You promised to fuck me, Captain."

"And I will. We'll christen this vessel properly." His hand wove into her hair, kissing her with almost bruising force, his hook helping her get the tight denim down her legs. They had to break the kiss so she could unzip and toe off her boots; Killian held her by the hips as she got the pants the rest off the way. He wanted to soak in her nudity but his own jeans were painfully tight. "A little help, love?"

She smiled and reached for the handle to lower the back of the chair. She moved to rest one knee in the driver's seat (where their clothes were piling up), so she could unfasten his pants. She accidentally swiped the fogged up windshield as she moved but it only served to fuel her desire for him. The Bug was too cramped, but she was damned if she cared. Killian groaned in appreciation when she finally freed him, taking himself in hand as she pulled off his boots, socks and pants. "Better?"

"Hmm, much."

Emma drank in his body with hungry eyes; the shyness they'd had when they first returned from the Underworld long gone. She lovingly kissed the scar on his chest, the one she'd given him, as she reached down to wrap her fingers around his cock. "Now this is better."

Killian shamelessly thrust into her hand, feet braced on the floor of the car. "Fuck."

Emma slipped her hand between her legs, testing her readiness. She was still slick from her first orgasm. "God, I need you." She started to move back into his lap when he stopped her. More gracefully than anyone had a right to expect, he maneuvered her back into the passenger's seat, laid out in front of him like a feast. He trailed his hook down the valley of her breasts and lower, making her shiver. "Killian, please."

He just smiled, using his hook to raise her right leg. She took the hint, sliding further down in the seat. Suddenly, she felt him, hard and throbbing against her core, his eyes closed in bliss. "I won't be gentle," he warned.

"You did promise to make me scream."

"So I did." He opened his eyes and aligned his cock with her entrance. He thrust home hard; she was so wet that she took him easily. Emma gasped in pleasure, relishing every inch of him. All too soon he was pulling back, the forearm of his bad arm braced on the headrest, and thrusting in again. Emma hitched her legs around his hips, nearly bent double as he took her with long hard strokes. He wasn't gentle and she soaked in every forceful thrust. It felt like he was imprinting himself on her body, ruining her for anyone else. Nothing could ever feel as incredible as Killian fucking her like his very life depended on it.

"More," she pleaded, fingers curling into the headrest. "Don't fucking stop."

Killian cursed, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, then captured her lips in a fiery kiss. "Squeeze me," he growled, taking her harder, giving her precisely what she asked for. It was never difficult to heed her demands; she was hot and wet, tight around his cock. He was thoroughly addicted to her willing body.

Emma yelped, hand sliding over his sweat slicked back, nails scratching his skin. He grunted, the teasing pain making his cock throb within her. She found his mouth again as she squeezed her inner muscles, swallowing his deep moan of pleasure. She repeated the process every few thrusts until he found the spot that made her lose control. "Yes!" she cried. "There, Killian, don't stop!"

Killian shuddered in her arms, the slap of their damp skin echoing in the tiny car. He was thankful no one was about because Emma was shaking, barely holding back her cries. "Scream for me, darling," he bit out, reaching between them to find her nub. "No one care hear you, let go."

Her climax rippled out from her core in waves of utter bliss, and Emma surrendered to it completely. She screamed incoherently, riding it out, aftershocks rocking her as Killian thrust through it, seeking his own high. One, twice, three times before he went rigid, spilling himself inside her, her name a prayer on his lips. They sagged into the seat, Killian trying and failing to keep his weight off her. Emma didn't mind, much preferring to have him close. She sighed as he tenderly kissed her sweaty brow, her arms wrapping around his lower back.

Killian could feel their hearts pounding, almost in sync, as they caught their breath. "Love you," he mumbled into her neck.

"Love you too," she mumbled back. It was quite a while before either felt the urge to move. Only when the car began to get chilly did they muster the effort. Killian knelt on the edge of the seat and picked through their clothes, handing Emma's to her. She helped him wedge over to the driver's seat, so he could at least get his pants on. Sort of. After struggling and accidentally poking each other, Emma opened the door and got out. The air was much cooler than when they arrived, a consequence of a Maine spring. It wouldn't be properly warm until summer.

They dressed in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. They even grinned at each other, giddy to have indulged in their adventure. Once all the clothing was in its rightful place, Emma took his hand and tugged him to the front of the Bug. Together, they leaned back against the hood, arms around each other's waists.

"Penny for your thoughts, love?"

She smiled. "You'll just laugh."

"I promise I won't."

"No one can promise that."

"Have I ever willingly broken a promise, Swan?"

She squeezed his waist. "I guess not. Sorry it took me so long to figure that out."

He kissed her temple. "We're here now. And I like to think we're happy."

She looked him in the eye as Storybrooke shined below them. "Very happy, Killian. I never really thought I could have the white picket fence life. That I was too broken. I don't think I could ever thank you enough for not giving up on us."

"Is that what you were thinking?"

"No. I was thinking how I'm never going to be able to drive my Bug again. Not without thinking of...what we just did."

He beamed proudly, puffing out his chest. She laughed at his antics but he really should be proud. "Memorable, eh? I suppose that's only fair."

"It is?"

"Aye, I see you all over the Jolly, Swan."

She laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm really glad you have her back. I love that ship."

"That warms this old pirate's heart. You're both home for me, Emma. What would you say to taking her out this weekend? Bring Henry along. A little family outing."

"I'd like that. It's been a while."

They lapsed into silence, watching the town below. They didn't get quiet moments like this often. Finally, her stomach growled and they reluctantly decided to return to home. As they drove away, Emma made a mental note to wash the inside of the Bug's windows as soon as she could. The next chilly day would leave no doubt as to what they'd gotten up to on the high hill. And that really wasn't something she needed the whole town knowing about, thank you very much.