Author's note: I put out a request for some smutty prompts on Tumblr and as usual, my followers came through! I have about about a dozen, I'll be posting them over the holidays. This is one of the them, just a bit post 5.21 and before the finale. What I think should have happened. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Timeless

Emma shut the door heavily, instantly leaning against it for support. She was so tired. She couldn't remember the last time she slept. Her nightmare in the Underworld? Who knew. Time didn't really have meaning anymore, hadn't since she'd stepped into the swirling black vortex of evil.

"Love?"

Just like that, her mind snapped back into focus. Killian was here, not dead. She didn't know how or why – didn't really care, honestly – she was just glad he was back. Pushing herself off the door, she wrapped him up in another bear hug, her nose tucked into his collar, inhaling his unique scent of sea salt and rum. He held her just as tightly, even as his brow furrowed in concern. "Emma?"

"I really missed you."

He nodded. "And I you, Swan. More than I can say."

She didn't want to cry, she was exhausted, so sick of crying, but she couldn't stop the tears that welled in her eyes. "You were dead. You made me leave you in that place." Her lip trembled, fat tears trickling down her cheeks. "It hurt so much, Killian. I can't…"

He cut her off with a kiss, unable to bear the pain in her lovely green eyes. He understood perfectly, watching her go up that elevator was the single most difficult thing he'd ever done. Without her, he felt like he was ripped in half, torn apart, but he could not let her remain in the place. Not for him. His Swan deserved better than that, she deserved far more than he could give her.

She clung to the lapels of his jacket, the teeth of the zipper digging into her skin. She welcomed the tiny twinges of pain because they reminded her that Killian was here with her, that she wasn't hallucinating. Her heart hurt, it was battered and bruised, but it would heal. She had her pirate back and that was all that mattered.

"I'm so sorry, Swan," he muttered between kisses. "I am so sorry."

"Shhh," she said, sucking greedily on his lip. "Just kiss me, don't let go."

"Never again, love." He pushed her woolen coat off, backing her into the nearest hard surface, which happened to be the wall. A needy urgent sound tumbled from her lips, her fingers in his belt loops to haul him closer. He gave her what she wanted, pressing himself against her, trapping her between himself and the wall as she tried to devour his lips. Everything they'd been through seemed to rush up all at once – the uncertainty, pain, fear, anger, hurt, grief, mixed with love and joy – and needed an outlet.

Emma kissed him back hungrily, teeth clacking and his tongue down her throat. She hitched one leg over his hip, moaning into his mouth as he ground against her core. She could feel him, hard and heavy through the denim, and suddenly she needed him. Badly. "Killian…please. I need you. I need you right now."

He moaned, his hand and hook curling under her thighs and lifting her up. "Swan…"

She rolled her hips, not caring how wanton she sounded. "Now, pirate," she ordered. "Fuck me."

The sane part of his brain wanted to take her up to the bedroom and worship her as she deserved, but he'd missed her so much; he desperately needed that connection with her. He could take his time later. "Unzip me, love."

Emma snaked her hand between them and yanked open his fly, relishing his groan of relief as she freed him. As per usual, he was commando and Emma gave his velvety smooth cock a few good pumps. Her skirt was already bunched up around her hips, but she was still wearing stockings and panties. "Tear them," she panted, canting her hips. "Just get inside me!"

Silver flashed, the overhead light glinting off the metal; in seconds her stockings and panties were shredded. She helped guide him to her, her core already sopping wet and swollen, so ready for him. He took her with a single deep thrust and they both cried out in joy. Emma found his mouth and kissed him hard, more tears leaking from her eyes. For the first time in weeks, she was weeping in joy, thrilled to be one with her pirate, her True Love. She could feel it, the deep connection they shared, a connection she'd never felt with anyone before him.

"Don't cry," he whispered, still rocking into her. She was perfect, so hot and tight around him, grinding down with each thrust of his hips. "Don't cry, my love."

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Need this, need you."

"Love…"

She sucked in a breath, her back arched against the wall. "God, you feel so good, Killian. Missed you. Love you so much."

He swore, taking her harder. "Emma, Emma, Emma."

She cried out in ecstasy, tightening her legs on his hips. "More, fuck."

"Hold on to me, Swan." Her arms locked around his neck, Killian hitched her legs under his arms, relying on her strength to hold her up as he fucked her. Long deep strokes of his cock, her arousal glistening on his skin, her cries echoing in his ears. He rode her until she shattered, screaming his name, her core clamping viciously on his cock. He couldn't hold on, his own orgasm overtaking him in a rush, hips jerking as he pumped her with his seed.

They sagged against the wall, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Emma carded her fingers through his hair, the strands thick and soft. "I love you."

His throat constricted, those words so heartfelt, it made him want to weep. "I love you too, Emma."

She smiled softly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his lips. "Take me to bed?"

He chuckled and nodded. Curling her legs back around his waist, he carried her across the room and up the stairs, smiling as she kissed every patch of skin she could reach. "Which way, love?"

"Right." He turned and headed down the hall, quickly finding the bedroom. They were alone, but he kicked the door shut all the same before plopping her down on the bed. His Swan was gloriously disheveled, hair falling out of her ponytail, her clothes ripped and askew, lips kiss bitten and pink, eyes shining. He swore he'd never seen her more beautiful. Killian only paused long enough to shuck his coat and shoes then crawled in after her, covering her body with his.

Emma sank into the mattress, sighing happily as his lips fused to hers. She couldn't stop kissing him, touching him; now that the dam was broken, she never wanted to let him go again. She'd been heartbroken, heart shattered like never before when she left him in the Underworld, but she could feel it stitching back together with every kiss.

They made out like horny teenagers, like they hadn't just fucked five minutes ago, stripping each other naked. She peeled off his black shirt, then he removed what was left of her stockings and panties. His sexy smirk made her blush as she shimmied out of her skirt. But he surprised her, ducking between her thighs and spreading her knees. "Relax, Swan," he murmured. "I've got you."

She was swollen and pink, his essence beginning to leak out of her. Killian grinned to himself before licking the length of her with the flat of his tongue. She tasted heavenly, their mixed juices decadent on his tongue. He took his time, in no rush, nibbling on her, circling her clit with his tongue. Gods, he missed this, Emma utterly at his mercy, begging for more of his mouth. He could spend hours between her thighs, making her come over and over until she begged him to stop.

Emma keened and arched, one fist gripping the sheets, the other in his hair. How could she have forgotten how amazing he was at this? She planted her feet on the bed, wantonly grinding against his face, urging him on with moans and soft cries. She'd never known anyone else who would go down on her after fucking her, but Killian wasn't most men. He got off on her pleasure, giving far more than he received. Her second orgasm rocked her to the core, her whole body trembling as she cried out. Killian was relentless, sucking hard on her clit, dragging it out as long as possible.

"Shit," she gasped, panting hard. "Oh my god."

"Even better than I recall." He kissed her inner thigh, his hook resting on her belly. "Do you like this blouse, love?"

"Not really?"

"Good." He reached up, using his hook to tear at the buttons each popping, flying across the room. Emma wriggled out of the garment then reached for him, rolling them so he was on his back. She yanked off his pants and straddled his hips, grabbing his hand and hook and placing them on her breasts. As he fondled and stroked her, she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, naked at last. She arched into his touch, electric shocks tingling across her skin. Killian's touch made her burn, he was unlike any lover she'd ever had. She guided him, helping him relearn her body. She loved being touched with his hook, the metal warming against her skin. She used it to rub her nipple until it puckered, then she drew the metal to her lips and kissed it.

"I love you."

A growl caught in his throat, Emma using his hook was such a turn on, he could hardly stand it. He pushed himself up, kissing her roughly, hot and wet and needy, before dropping his head to suck on those rosy nipples he loved so much. Emma wove her fingers into his hair to hold him in place, her core rocking over his hardening shaft. "Oh god."

"Nowhere near done with you, Swan." His hand and hook wandered her curves, stroking her perfect pale skin. "Get on your hands and knees."

She needed him so badly, she did not hesitate to obey. She loved when the pirate captain came out to play. Her vanity lay on the other side of the room and they both realized it at the same moment, eyes locking in the mirror. Killian bent over her, his hooked arm sliding under her arm, the point dangerously close to her skin. "Tell me what you want, love."

Emma shivered; fuck, she missed being with him. They'd had precious little time alone before she took on the Darkness; they were still discovering all of what the other liked. But trust him to remember how much she loved the pirate. "You," she breathed. "I just want you. Please."

He kissed her cheek tenderly, moving to smooth his hook down her back. He wasn't quite ready to have her again, but that didn't mean she had to wait. He used his hand and hook to spread her ass cheeks, ducking down to lick her hole. Emma moaned, her head dropping to the mattress. "Fuck yes."

He gave her a light smack, sliding his hook down to slip through her slit. "You like the hook?" It was a rhetorical question; Emma confessed her fetish for his hook long ago. Still, he liked to hear it.

"Yes! Don't stop."

He heeded her, rubbing the curved metal over her folds and clit, urging her to move with his free hand. "Show me, darling. Fuck yourself on my hook."

Emma bit her lip, but did as he asked, spreading her knees a bit wider so she could grind herself over the metal. She felt him slide three fingers into her heat as she moved, blatantly fucking his fingers and hook, anything to ease the ache that was building inside her. "Fuck, that feels so good."

"Look, Emma. Look at us."

She forced her head up, hardly recognizing herself. She was flushed, eyes nearly black with need. Killian knelt behind her, naked and toned and strong, so handsome. All hers. She gasped as his thumb pressed against her other hole, teasing her. "Oh my god."

"Hmm, soon, darling. Come for me. Come and I'll give you what you need."

She nodded furiously, rocking faster, his fingers curling inside her just right. She exploded moments later, trembling hard, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Killian removed his hook but kept pumping his fingers until she went still. After extracting them he licked them clean, his now fully erect cock twitching. "Satisfied yet, Swan?"

She rolled onto her back, still breathing hard, but shook her head. "Not a chance." She beckoned him, spreading her legs wide. "Need an engraved invitation, pirate?"

He was on her in an instant, mouth hot on hers, groaning into the kiss. Emma canted her hips, reaching between them to help him slide into her. She was so sensitive and swollen from their play, stretching to accommodate him. It felt even better than before, skin to skin with him, his heart beating under her palm. His heart, his very alive heart. No darkness, no death, just glorious life and love and sweet, sweet ecstasy. "Fuck, Killian, just like that."

He braced himself on his elbows, relishing every drive into her heat. She bent her legs back toward her chest, forcing him deeper, balls deep inside her, bottoming out. They both groaned loudly, staring into each other's eyes. Love and lust and sheer joy shined in hers, he was certain his were the same. He never believed he would have this chance again, to make love to the woman he loved. He would have settled for just holding her, but she was like him. She needed this most intimate of connections now, especially now. They passed the test, the love they felt was True. He couldn't put it into words, his love for her. Nor the gratitude he felt toward Zeus, the deity who sent him back to her.

"Please," Emma whispered, arching under him. "Close, Killian. Need to come on your cock. Please."

Killian furrowed his brow, thrusting harder, deeper, just the way she liked. He'd been in heaven for a fleeting moment, yet nothing compared to this. His Emma under him, begging for him, desperate for him to claim her as his. She screamed, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside her, body convulsing one final time. He tried to hold on, but she was too tight, too hot, too sweet and he let go, grunting her name as he orgasmed.

Emma caught him as he collapsed, her remaining breath leaving her in a rush. She made no complaint, having missed him too much. Still, he had the presence of mind to roll them onto their sides, smiling weakly as she tucked herself against his chest. His tenderly kissed the top of her head, then unstrapped his brace so he could hold her.

"You could leave it on," she mumbled, barely audible.

"We're both about to drop," he chided her. "I don't want to hurt you accidentally."

She burrowed deeper into his arms, slipping her knee between his. She could not be close enough, nearly losing him forever making her a bit clingy. Fortunately, Killian seemed to feel the same, his arms coming around her and holding her close. "What was it like?"

"What was what like?"

Emma frowned. "I don't know, heaven? Is that where you were? You said you met Zeus."

"Ah." Even physically and emotionally exhausted, leave to his Swan to be curious. "Surprisingly plain, I think. Greek columns and the like. Zeus thanked me for helping defeat Hades, then said it was time for me to go where I belonged."

"And he sent you back to me."

"Aye. Quite a shock, I assure you. But a most welcome one."

She smiled, tears welling in her eyes again. "I am so happy you're back. Does that make me a terrible person? I was so upset; first you, then Robin. It is selfish for me to be happy?"

Killian hugged her tight. "No, my love. It's a bloody shame about Robin, but that is not your fault. From what you've said, he died a hero."

"So did you."

"The second hardest thing I've ever done."

"Second?"

"Watching you go up that elevator, after you tried so hard to save me. Feeling Excalibur in my gut hurt less than that."

Emma shuddered, not wanting to relive that terrible moment she had to kill him. "Why did you send me away?"

The catch in her voice made his heart crack. "I am so sorry, lass. But I couldn't let you stay in that place. You have your whole life ahead of you. Henry needs you, your parents."

"I need you." She touched his cheek. "Killian…I love my family. I love Henry. I would have survived, but I don't think I would have lived. Losing you…I think I finally understand why my mom would have stayed in Neverland. You can't be replaced and I wouldn't have wanted to try. You're it. You're my happy ending, you and Henry and the rest of this crazy town."

He smiled, his heart swelling with joy. He never expected to be someone's happy ending. "I will do my very best to stay with you, Emma. I promise you that."

"Good. Don't ever ask me to give you up again. I don't think I can." She barely survived losing him once. She couldn't handle another, even the Savior had limits.

"Shhh." His lips brushed her brow. "We're here now. It's okay."

Against her will, she yawned. She wanted to talk some more, but exhaustion was catching up with her. Killian noticed immediately, urging her to remain in bed while he got her cleaned up and tucked in. When he was finished, he joined her, slipping nude between the warm sheets. Emma laid her head on his chest, right over his heart. He remained awake until he was certain she was asleep, hoping she could finally get the rest she deserved.

Tomorrow they could start fresh, tackle Storybrooke's latest problem and begin to finally build that white picket fence they dreamed of in Camelot.