Author's note: It seems this is my 50th smutty ficlet for these two! As always, a joy to write and cathartic after the finale. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I would treat them better than certain writers who shall not be named.
Pieces
"Swan?"
Killian tossed his keys on the side table, wondering where Emma could be. She answered his earlier message in the affirmative, assuring him she would be home when he arrived from the library. He spent the day with Belle, just helping out, keeping her company as she did an inventory of her precious books. It had been hard for the brunette in the last few weeks, Killian could see she needed a friendly ear. It was really the least he could do after everything he'd done to her.
Still, he looked forward to going home at the end of the day. Home, where he lived with Emma, his beautiful Swan. It was still new enough to feel exciting, this life he never thought he'd have. He stopped by Granny's on the way home, fetching some dinner for the pair of them. Henry was with Regina; they had the house to themselves.
"Swan?" he called again.
Still no answer. Brow furrowing, he placed the bag of food on the kitchen table and did a brief sweep of the downstairs. When he found nothing, he mounted the steps, hook held steadily in front of him. He'd survived too long not to be wary of unknown silence. Their bedroom lay in the front of the house, Emma appreciated the view of Storybrooke's little harbor almost as much as he did. The door was cracked open, odd, but he pushed it open all the same.
"Swan?" Killian stepped into the room, coming up slightly short. Emma was there alright, sitting in the window seat nearly naked. She was wearing something he'd never seen before, sheer and navy blue, her underthings clearly visible. His breathing hitched, his blood rushed south at the sight of her.
Emma turned from the pretty view, her eyes seeking Killian's. He was slack jawed and silent, his hook glinting in the light. "Hey."
Killian wet his lips, still in shock. "Emma, what…"
She stood; that was when he noticed the tall heels, which clicked on the floor as she approached. Everything about her screamed sensuality and sex, a side of her did not get to see often. And she'd never dressed up for him before. He looked her up and down, drinking in her curves, her long legs, the way she moved, his heart thudding in his ribcage before she even reached him. When she did, she offered him a shy smile, her hand on his chest. Despite the layers of clothing, it felt like a brand, heat flashing through him, settling in his groin.
"Do you like it?"
"I think that may be an understatement, love."
A warm blush bloomed on her cheeks, her emerald eyes twinkled. "I was nervous."
"Don't ever be nervous, Swan. You are bloody smashing."
Her fingers curled in his necklace, giving him a little tug. "Really?"
His hand settled on her waist; she was so warm through the sheer fabric. "Am I lying?"
She searched his hungry gaze, her skin humming. He was hardly touching her, but she craved him. She'd been antsy all day, missing him, even though she knew he was doing a good thing, spending time with his friend. On a whim, she decided to surprise him, digging out some Victoria's Secret that she'd never worn. His thumb stroked the curve of her waist and she shivered. "Kiss me, Captain."
Killian didn't hesitate, slanting his lips over hers. She moaned, her hands sliding under his jacket. He was more careful, mindful of his hook against the fabric of her lingerie. He didn't want to ruin such pretty things. His hand moved down to cup her pert arse, groaning as she rocked her hips into his. "Swan…"
Emma pushed his jacket off, getting a wee bit impatient as it got caught on his hook. "Missed you."
"I can tell." He scooped her up and moved them back to the window seat. "So naughty, sitting here where anyone can see."
"Magic," she breathed, fingers sliding into his hair as they kissed. It was exactly what she was dreaming about all day, slow and passionate; she loved just kissing him. She pulled him down on top of her, allowing him to settle in the cradle of her thighs.
"How's that?"
"Magic," she repeated, arching as he sucked on her pulse. "We can see out, but no one can see in."
He grinned wolfishly. "My clever Swan."
"Ah huh." She ground her hips against his. "I thought you'd like that."
"Did you now?"
"You are a dirty old man."
"Oi! We agreed, merely well preserved."
"I'll say." She rolled them over in the narrow space, flopping him down against the pillows as she straddled his hips. "You are far too dressed." She unzipped his waistcoat, her favorite black, the one that made him look modern and dangerous all at the same time. His hand and hook stroked the skin of her thighs, his lust filled gaze making her whole body vibrate with need. Her nipples hardened under her bra, hips rocking gently over his. One by one, the buttons fell away, allowing her to peel back the silk to reveal his hairy chest. Emma bent down to lick at his nipples, his groan going right to her clit. She squirmed above him, more wetness pooling between her thighs.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, hand and hook sliding up under the sheer cover. "Let me see you, love."
She nodded, straightening long enough to get the thing over her head. Killian pushed himself up, Emma helping him shrug out of his shirt and vest. She ran her fingers over his brace. "May I?"
Slowly, he nodded. Emma always asked before removing his brace; she had a thing for his hook, frequently requesting that he touch her with it. He was more comfortable with it on, even during lovemaking; it had long since become a part of him. However, Emma loved the pirate and the man, so she gently encouraged him to be vulnerable, to let it go in the privacy of their bed. The ancient leather came loose under her fingers, the heavy brace falling in their laps. She picked it up and tossed it into one of the chairs, her right hand cradling his forearm. She smiled at him, warm and loving, then kissed the scarred flesh. Her lips were warm and soft, he could feel them and he shuddered, awed by her love for him. To be loved by this exquisite creature was the absolute honor of his life. Everything they'd suffered was worth it, so he could feel this.
Emma leaned down and kissed his lips, her hands mapping out every inch of his exposed chest and shoulders. "Touch me," she whispered, grinding on his bulge. "God, I need you to touch me."
Killian let out a strangled groan, his hand sliding up to cup her breast. She arched into his touch, mewling as his thumb rubbed her taut nipple through the satin. Emma took his left arm and brought it to her other breast, making it plain that she wanted him to touch her, even with the ruined parts. His heart beat faster, love surging in his chest, he ached, his Swan so utterly perfect. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss, hand and stump teasing her nipples. "Love you," he mumbled. "So much."
Emma nodded hard, arching as she coaxed his mouth lower. "More. God, please."
He peeled down one of the straps, exposing her heavy breast. She leaned back, sighing in content as he bent to suckle her. Her nipples had always been sensitive, but no one had ever paid as much attention to them as Killian did. Her fingers sank into his hair; it was just the right length for her to tug on, to anchor her to him. She was a little rough, but she knew he liked that, his hips rocking up against hers, making her shudder in pleasure.
"Love the sounds you make," he growled into her skin. His hand slid down her belly, dipping into the waistband of her panties. "Fuck, you're so wet, love."
Sex had never felt like this, all consuming and desperate. Her need of him was almost tangible, a knot low in her belly in need of relief. Every time, no matter how often or how long they indulged themselves, it would never be enough for her. She mewled as he manipulated her clit, encouraging her to take her pleasure. Her first orgasm washed over her in a rush, her whole body shaking in his arms.
Emma panted hard, sucking air into her lungs, yet seeking his mouth all the same. She kissed him with abandon, her very being buzzing with love and desire. "Take me to bed, Killian."
He did not need to be asked twice. Killian scooped her up and crossed the room in three strides, laying her out with more tenderness than she expected. Emma smiled breathlessly up at him, her grip forcing him down on top of her. He landed on her with an oomph of surprise, but he made no other protest. They made out for several long minutes as Emma got her breath back, a giddy feeling settling in her chest. "Why are you still wearing pants?"
His trousers were downright uncomfortable now, but Killian just chuckled. "I was busy, lass. Servicing my princess."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, the princess would like you to be naked now, Captain."
"Would you like to do the honors?"
Emma suppressed another eye roll, her attention quickly arrested by him as he rolled off and stretched out on their duvet. He was all toned muscle and strength, he made her mouth water. She rose up on her knees and ran her hand lightly over his fly, giving him a deft squeeze, earning her a groan. She was slow and deliberate as she unzipped him and dragged the denim from his body, leaving no part of him unexplored by her questing hands. His breathing got shallow, his eyes nearly entirely black, but he gave her free reign. She kissed the very tip of his impressive erection, deliberately smearing precum on her lips. "Emma." He was barely hanging on to reason, his instincts demanding he throw her down and ravish her. He knew Emma would enjoy that—not a shy damsel, his Swan—but he was curious too. She shimmied out of her panties at last, leaving her nude and beautiful, stretching out beside him and turning his lips to hers with a gentle touch of her hand. He pushed her onto her back, his hand wandering her curves; she was a feast and he could not decide how he wanted to devour her.
"Oh god," Emma moaned as he kissed a wet path down her sternum, her flat belly. Her legs fell open automatically, eager for what he could give her.
"So lovely," he whispered, lips touching her bare mound. The first time they made love he'd been quite stunned by this realm's grooming standards, so much so that Emma initially believed he didn't like it. Quite the contrary and he got many hours enjoyment showing her how much. He honestly didn't care either way, but if Emma liked it then so did he. He inhaled her heady scent; he swore he could die happy between her thighs. He gave her a few experimental licks, fingers parting her folds to where she was so wet for him.
"Yes," she breathed, hands fisting the sheet. "Please."
"Do you want…this?" He smirked just before skimming the length of her slit, humming at her sweetness. Emma squirmed a bit, needing more than a tease. "Or this?" He rimmed her dripping hole with a long finger, relishing her moan of need. "Perhaps both?" He ducked down to play with her clit as he dipped two fingers into her heat. Not far, still just teasing. She whined in complaint, hips rolling, desperate for more.
"Stop teasing!"
"Why should I when you make such delicious sounds?"
"Killian!"
"Hmm, now this is something to enjoy, my Swan flushed pink and needy for me."
"You know I have magic, right?"
"Aye, but I think you like this just as much as I." He licked his fingers clean, then used his hand and forearm to spread her legs even wider. "Now lay back like a good girl and I'll give you want you need."
Emma huffed but did as he asked, instantly rewarded with more of his mouth. It shouldn't have surprised her that he was so good at oral sex, but she sometimes couldn't stop the flash of jealousy that accompanied it. He lived so long, surely had countless lovers before her. She knew he was hers, but she hated all the time they missed. That was the last rational thought in her head as he wound her up like a toy, his tongue drawing all sorts of dirty things into her swollen flesh. Emma lost track of time as he brought her to the brink over and over again, backing off before she could come. She cursed and thrashed, it made no difference. She was quivering, desperate for release, still he smiled smugly up at her, her juices covering his lips and scruffy chin.
"So good for me," he purred, wet lips grazing her hip. "You're shaking, Swan. Do you need something?"
"Please." It came out as a broken whisper, her sanity hanging on by a thread. "Please."
He knew it would not take much more for her to shatter. Curious how she would react, he touched her aching core with his scarred wrist. Emma did not flinch, her body reacting automatically, grinding against the hard skin. She moaned in relief, feeling the pressure building quickly, her hips rolling faster and faster. She prayed he did not take this away too.
Killian watched in awe, his cock twitching as she sought her high. He'd only ever seen that piece of him as ruined and incomplete, something to be hated, but watching as Emma used it to get herself off shook him to the core. It struck him once more that his Swan loved him just as he was, broken pieces and all. When she fell, she was stunning, crying out his name in ecstasy as she convulsed.
Emma sagged back into the mattress as she came down, sparks still shooting over her skin. She felt incredible, her love for Killian threatening to burst of her chest. As she gulped down air, her eyes fluttered open, seeking his. Her pirate sat right next to her, staring down at her, love, awe and lust burning in his stormy blue eyes. She couldn't help it, her eyes flickered down to his cock, leaking precum. Mustering her strength, she reached for him, giggling as he pounced on her. Their lips fused together in a passionate kiss, Emma reaching between them to stroke him.
"Bloody minx," he grumbled against her lips.
"I think it's time the Captain had some fun," she teased breathlessly.
Her touch was electric, need surging in his veins. "Emma…" He wanted her so much, but he wasn't ready for their stolen evening to end. His palm cupped her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple in time with her strokes. "Bloody hell, lass."
"I'm all yours," she promised. "Anything you want."
Her hand kept playing over his turgid flesh, nowhere near enough to sate him. But if she truly wanted him to play, then he would. Gladly. "Lay back, sweetling."
Emma did so, tongue darting out to wet her lips. She was surprised when he straddled her, but made a strangled noise of need when she realized what he wanted to do her. His cock settled between her breasts, hard and heavy and thick; she loved how he felt inside her. But now, he clearly wanted something else. Emma quickly cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples, pushing the mounds together. Killian groaned, so pleased that she wasn't shying away from his desire. Bracing his hand on the headboard, he leaned forward and began to thrust, slowly rolling his hips, the friction just enough to take the edge off the ache in his groin. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the erotic sight; as always, his Swan embraced him just as he was. She squirmed a bit under him, the way her pupils widened told him she was getting aroused again.
"Bloody hell," he cursed, eyes flitting from her face to her chest, over and over again. "So fucking hot, lass."
Emma clenched her thighs involuntarily, the familiar ache was building, a need never truly sated. The look on his face was devastating, hair wild, eyes burning, lips parted and swollen. He was sex personified and he was all hers. She ducked her head a bit, tongue licking the very tip of him on every drive forward; Killian hissed and groaned, his orgasm just starting to tingle at the base of his spine. "Gods, tell me I can have you, Swan."
She nodded hard, hands falling to his thrusting hips. "Please."
He growled at her wandering hands; he loved how eager she was. It took him a moment to maneuver, but then he was between her luscious thighs and pinning those same hands above her head, his hand clamped on her wrists. In one swift thrust he was there, cock buried deep inside her sheath, her body stretching, welcoming him. Her low loan of pleasure nearly did him in; she was so hot and tight, perfect. "Fuck."
Emma squirmed in his hold, not really trying to get free, but she liked the illusion. Killian wasn't the only one who liked to be tied up in the good way. "Don't stop. Please!"
Killian could not deny her anything; he took her with long deep strokes, groaning as she angled her hips to take him deeper. She loved the way he filled her up, hitting places no lover ever had before. It was hot and sweaty and delicious, pinned under him as he fucked her into the mattress. Killian was already close; he would not last long. Finally, he had to let her go, unwilling to climax without her. "Touch yourself, Emma. Squeeze me as you fall."
One hand sank in his hair, pulling him down for a hungry kiss, the other slithered between them to circle her clit. It didn't take much; the swollen nub was slick and sensitive from her previous orgasms. Emma shattered with a hoarse cry, walls clamping down on his cock, rippling along the length of him. Killian grunted and cursed, fucking her through it, until the same bliss washed over him, grunting as he filled her with his seed.
He was already mostly on top of her; Emma didn't mind when his strength gave out. His weight pressing her into the mattress reminded her that he was real, that she'd gotten him back against all the odds. She could feel their racing hearts, his lips on her brow, still tender despite everything he'd been through. "Love you," he whispered in her ear, finding the energy to wrap his arms around her and roll them both to a more comfortable position.
"Hmmm." Emma snuggled against his chest, a warm happy feeling settling in her chest.
"That a good 'hmmm'?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I'm the luckiest bloke in all the realms, love."
She smiled; she loved making him happy. "Good surprise?"
"Aye, but…" He smiled sheepishly. "I, uh, brought dinner. From Granny's. It's still downstairs."
"That's why they invented microwaves. Besides, I was hungry for something else." She kissed him, warm and sweet. "Give me a couple of minutes and we'll go down and heat it up. Movie night?"
"Anything you wish."
"Hey, this is your home too. We could do something else."
"We can watch the magic box, Swan. Didn't you want to show me that Harry Potter thing?"
Her face lit up and her beauty made his heart clench. Yes, he would do anything to put that look on her face. "We have to start at the beginning. If you like the movies, then maybe we can read the books."
"There are books?"
"Well, yeah. I sorta grew up with them."
"Then we shall do both. Watch, then read."
Emma nodded happily, taking his left forearm and wrapping it tighter around her middle. "In a minute. I'm good right here."
The casual way she touched him, even the broken pieces, never failed to awe him. They just fit together, two halves of a whole. His lips grazed the crown of her head. "As am I, Swan. As am I."