Author's note: Little fic inspired by the new sneak peak for 6.01! SO if you're avoiding spoilers for season 6, you might want to skip this one. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Be My Savior

Emma fidgeted, nervously tugging the hem of the leather. What was she thinking? This was a horrible idea! Killian would walk in here and just laugh at her. She was certain of it. Flopping down on her back, she covered her face with her hands, wishing herself anywhere else. Anything but this horrible terrible idea she'd had about surprising her pirate. Why would she have ever dreamed this was a good idea?

Because you're horny and desperate and this town never lets you breathe, she thought.

Well, that much was true. Ever since Killian came back (she didn't like to think about where he had come back from, better to imagine him on some awful vacation), they'd been trying to find some time to themselves, to relearn each other and just revel in the fact that they were True Love. Something else Emma found extraordinary. A few years ago she refused to believe love existed, let alone True Love. But Killian? He loved her. He loved her with everything he had, his heart, his soul, his body.

She groaned again. Fuck, she missed him. Missed the way his breath caught when she bit on the cords in his neck or the way his hand seemed to glide over her skin. They'd been so close so many times lately and still no joy. It was slowly driving her mad. Hence the brilliant idea to seduce him with one of his favorite things.

Her red leather jacket.

The worn and sturdy symbol of her armor.

She'd never dreamed anyone would find it sexy. It was something she used to keep people out. But Killian...he didn't care. He never did. He loved her exactly as she was, even when she didn't deserve it. Those cruel things she'd said before their trip to the past, their time as Dark Ones, her unforgivable betrayal of his trust...through all that, he still loved her. It humbled and awed her. When he came back, she made a silent vow to never take him for granted again. To savor every moment they got together.

Then Hyde and his friends turned up and ruined everything. Again.

She hadn't worn the jacket since. Not since that day with the blimp. They'd discovered Aladdin (yes, that one from the movie, her life really was insane) and somehow he too was a Savior and he came with a terrible warning. Saviors don't get happy endings. It terrified her. She'd worked so hard, gone to the freaking Underworld to get Killian back, and now this?

She tried to keep it from him. Killian. A fruitless task. She felt shitty the whole time, lying to him. It wasn't right. Hadn't they just gone through this with Killian? His fear that villains didn't get happy endings? And yet, Zeus had sent him back to her. If that wasn't proof, Emma didn't know what was. But when she gets scared, she retreats and doesn't trust and Jesus, she's trying to be better than that! But he figured it out. Killian. Her True Love, her kindred spirit. "The fates themselves couldn't tear me from you now, Swan," he'd said, with that shy but determined smile she loved so well. "And I'd bloody well like to see them try."

And now she was here. Kid packed off to his other mom (the good one, not the crazy evil half), phone completely shut off, parents warned to stay away, to bother her only in case of a biblical level natural disaster. Showered, primped, tweezed, skin glowing and dressed in nothing but the now infamous jacket and the chain around her neck. Waiting for her pirate to come home from some bogus errand she'd sent him on.

Why go to all this trouble? Emma had never acted like this in her life; she felt like some nervous teenager, hoping her boyfriend wouldn't laugh at seeing her naked for the first time. She'd certainly never tried to seduce someone like this. This wasn't her. Was it? Surely Killian would rather have the bold bar wench she'd pretended to be and not this.

Decision made, she swung her legs over the bed and started to make a beeline for the bathroom. She prayed she had time to change into...something. Anything but lying there naked and vulnerable.

"Swan! I got the sweets you asked for! Where are you?"

Fuck. Of course Mr. Efficient Perfect Boyfriend would choose now to make an appearance. She was so screwed. He was going to laugh himself silly. "Up here!"

Killian frowned, Emma didn't quite sound like herself. She sounded...frightened? Worry skittering down his spine, he took the stairs two at a time, rounding the corner to their bedroom in record time. He came up short, mouth suddenly agape.

A blush bloomed over her skin and she actually tried to cover herself. "Go ahead. Laugh."

That stirred him out of his lust induced stupor. "Any man who would laugh at this is the worst kind of ponce. You are stunning."

"You have to be nice, we live together."

Killian smirked, stepping closer, almost completely into her space. His blue eyes were dilated, his warm rough hand settled on her bare hip. "Rubbish. This is the most wondrous treat." His smile broadened just before he captured her lips in a chaste kiss. The moment their lips touched any embarrassment flew out of her mind. She chased his lips, kissing him again, harder, more insistent, her fingers curling in the lapels of his own leather jacket. She loved his jacket, the leather soft and buttery under her fingertips.

A growl caught in his throat, fingertips digging into her skin, his hook sliding around her back, dragging her flush against him. "This would be such a terrible thing to waste, darling. Don't you agree?"

Emma whimpered, his hardening erection digging into her belly. She tried to drag him back toward the bed, but he obliged her so far. They got to the bed, only for him to press her against the tall post. Her head lolled against the wood, her back arching as he left a path of wet kisses down her neck, the valley of her breasts. He gave her jacket a playful tug, finding her eyes. "Don't take this off."

"Oookay," she breathed, her fingers sliding into his hair as he continued to move lower, mouth hot on her belly, her hips, her thighs. He was everywhere except where she needed him most, deliberately tormenting her. She'd gone from zero to sixty in about thirty seconds and she needed him. Right now. "Killian..."

"You went to all this trouble, Swan," he chided. "It's rude not to let me enjoy my dessert."

"Dessert?"

He stood, shrugging out of his own coat. She looked mildly disappointed. He chuckled and Emma's core pulsed. Laughing at no business sounding that sexy. "Next time, love. You may have me however you wish."

"Let's hope it's soon."

Killian surged forward, branding her with his kiss. Emma writhed against the wood, her body on fire. Hand and hook slid under her thighs and she followed his lead, legs winding tightly around his trim waist. "Waited so long for this, Swan."

"Too long," she agreed. She barely knew which way was up; all that mattered was him touching her. She yelped when he tipped her onto the fluffy bed, giggling as he covered her with his body. "Too many clothes."

"Aye." He rolled onto his back so Emma could have her fun stripping him. He couldn't get enough of her, his eyes drinking her in, the fiery red against her pale skin, the way her curves peaked out in unexpected ways. By the time his waistcoat and shirt hit the floor, he was the one writhing and breathless, hips rising off the bed. Emma bit her lip—she was so sexy, his cock twitched painfully—then she was palming him through the bloody denim, trying to kill him. "Fuck, love."

"That's the point, sailor." She beamed down at him, so happy this was finally happening, that they were finally getting this time together. She made quick work of his boots and socks, almost businesslike as she divested him of his pants. There was a single minded determination in her eyes that excited him. Proof that she needed this as much as he did, that she wanted as much as he did. Faster than he could think, she was on top of him, straddling his hips. Intimate skin connected and they both groaned.

"Emma, bloody hell..."

"I can't wait," she pleaded, dipping down to nip at his throat. "Need..."

There was no chance for him to protest or move or anything. His higher brain functions were totally stolen by the siren above him. She took him into her hand and canted her hips, sinking down sinuously. He was enveloped in tight wet heat and he nearly embarrassed himself right then and there. Fuck, it had been far too long since he'd enjoyed the wonder of her soft willing body. Killian grit his teeth and hung on, hand and hook resting on her hips as she rode him so gracefully, her full breasts bouncing deliciously under the leather.

Emma's head fell back, her back arched as she just reveled in the feel of him. It felt as good as she remembered, but there was something...new. Some spark even they hadn't managed to reach in their earlier couplings. Was it the True Love thing? Was it because Killian had been literally touched by the divine? She didn't know, nor did she care. She would enjoy this feeling for the rest of their lives.

Killian skimmed his hand over her belly, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Later, he planned on licking every inch of her, worshiping her, desperate to make the most of this moment they'd been given. His breath caught when she looked at him, eyes heavy lidded and drowning in love and lust. "Swan?"

She wet her lips, hand reaching for his hook. She brought it up to her chest, parting the leather just enough. She circled her areola with the metal, the sensitive flesh puckering, swelling into a painful point. As she touched herself with his hook, a fresh wave of liquid heat pooled in her core, allowing her to take him just that much deeper. Killian was frozen, mesmerized, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic sight. Her flushed skin stood out against the metal, her hips moving in faster, shorter stokes. "Ugh, so close."

Killian finally came to his senses, determined to see to her pleasure first. In a move that made Emma question the laws of gravity, her lover had her on her back in hardly more than a blink, one of her legs thrown over his shoulder. Emma gasped sharply as he pushed back in, cock bottoming out. "Oh my god."

Killian grinned wolfishly. "I've dreamt of this too many times, Swan. You in my bunk wearing naught but this tiny jacket." His necklace rested heavily on her chest, Emma gripped it for support. His hips pistoned into hers, so strong, so deep. God, she wanted more. "Now here we are."

Why had she ever believed he would laugh at her? It seemed so silly now. Killian adored everything about her. She thrust her hips up, desperate to come, to take as much of him as possible, brand him on her body. "Please," she panted, arching. "Please!"

He braced his upper body on his hooked arm and snaked his hand between them. Her body tightened the instant he touched her, taut as a bowstring, ready to snap. "Come, Emma. Right now."

She screamed, nails digging into his back as she tumbled into oblivion, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Killian rode her through it, head falling to her shoulder as his hips jerked once, twice, three times, finally allowing himself to let go. He mumbled something she didn't catch and collapsed.

Her skin was damp and sweaty, one leg bent at an awkward angle, and Killian's weight pressed her into the mattress, but none of that mattered. Nothing could top the warm sated feeling in her chest. The love she felt for him matched by their passion. Her lips brushed his temple, telling him without words how much she loved him.

The brief touch made him shiver and brought painful clarity to the fact that he surely must be crushing her. With a grunt, Killian rolled off, pleasantly surprised when Emma rolled with him, her face sleepily angelic. "Love you," he whispered.

"Love you too."

He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "You must be sweltering that, love. Let me take it off?"

She laughed breathlessly. "Now you want me naked?"

He rolled her onto her back and pushed apart the edges of the leather. "Of course, this will do too."

"Huh uh, off. Before I die of heat stroke."

This time it was Killian who laughed as he helped her peel the leather off. "You know what this means, Swan?"

"What?"

"You're never going to be able to wear this in public again."

"Why not?"

"Well currently it smells of sex." He inhaled deeply. "And that thing that's uniquely you."

She scowled. "What thing?"

He tossed the jacket to the floor and pressed himself along her side. Dipping his head, he ran the tip of his nose over her skin, her warm sunflower scent washing over him. Mixed with the smell of sex; it was like a drug to him. "Sunflowers. They turn toward the light, growing tall and strong. They remind me of you. Filled with light."

Was it possible to swoon lying down? Emma didn't know but Killian always had a way with words. She cupped his cheeks and drew his lips to hers. They kissed slowly, languidly, a moan catching in her throat as his hand traced her curves. She felt her body respond, still so eager for him. "Killian..."

"Shh, just relax, Swan." He nibbled at her plump lower lip, hand cupping her breast. She gasped as he kneaded and squeezed, whimpering as his lips moved lower. He could taste the salt on her skin, feel new tendrils of desire flit under her skin. He lashed his tongue over one nipple, smirking as her body responded to him. "Fuck, these are perfect."

Emma's toes curled, pleasure pooling in her belly. "Figures...you're a...boob guy."

He cocked his head, fixing her with a look. "Boob guy, Swan?"

She burst out laughing; it sounded so ridiculous in his accent. "Sorry, sorry," she panted, clawing for air. Poor thing looked hurt that she was laughing at him. "It's just...it's a saying here. Guys usually are attracted to breasts or...behinds, posteriors, whatever. You know what I mean!"

Now Killian was the one laughing. "This world does have some curious euphemisms, love."

"Are you gonna go back to work or do we have to have Land Without Magic Sex 101?"

"Well, I am most curious about this. However, I suppose in this world's parlance...you would be correct." He grinned devilishly. "Although I am rather fond of this," he reached under her and gave her ass a firm squeeze, "as well."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Of course you are."

"Pirate, darling." He kissed the underside of her breast, while giving the other a squeeze. She sighed happily. "One who is going to spend the rest of this night ravishing you." She squealed when he lunged up to kiss her mouth, hauling them up so she could sit in his lap. Hand and hook lavished her sensitive breasts with attention; his enthusiasm made her feel giddy. She could definitely get used to this.

The next morning Emma hung her red jacket in the closet; she could get a new one for Savioring. This one was hers.