"Are you okay?" Belle asked, as she watched her friend fidget nervously in line.

"Yeah. Just a little cramp," Emma lied.

After finishing off their drinks, the two girls had been called for their penultimate autograph session of the weekend. Emma had been fine about the upcoming activity until she realised that Robin would be a part of that session, and she had no idea how he was going to treat her after their introductions the night before.

While the two of them had parted ways on better terms, she wasn't naïve enough to believe that all of their issues had been solved with one night of awkward conversation, and a handful of drinks. Robin had hurt Killian, and it was going to take her longer than a few hours in his presence to forgive him for that.

But more than anything, Emma knew that he didn't fully trust her with his best friend's heart. She could only hope that Robin wasn't the kind of petty person who would feel the need to set her up, in the hopes of keeping her away from his friend.

Colleting their first few autographs was simple enough. Emma added two new names to her poster, and another headshot to her collection for her fandom friends. She'd been a little unsure about what to have Robin sign, given that he'd been at all of the previous conventions she had attended. But in the end, she settled on a headshot that she would ask him to dedicate to Mary-Margret.

Now that her friend was aware of where Emma spent her time, she thought that the new mom would get a slight kick out of the gift. Robin had been her attraction to Fairytales to begin with, after Mary-Margret had fallen in love with his role in a movie she'd seen a few years earlier. Emma was hoping that she could convince Killian to sign another for her friend later that evening, so she could gift them both to the woman who was like a sister to her.

But when she finally found herself stood in front of Robin once more, she was a little stuck for words.

"Mary-Margret?" he asked cautiously, as he read the small Post-It note she'd stuck to the front of the picture. "I thought your name was Emma?"

"It is," she finally threw back at him. The spark of anger he had ignited inside of her with his suspicious tone was making it far easier for her to find her voice. "I thought it would make a nice gift for my friend. She's a big fan of yours."

Robin seemed a little taken back by Emma's words as he finally flicked his eyes up to meet her gaze, and held it. "I'm sorry. That was a little rude of me," he offered.

"Yeah, it was," she agreed. "But I won't hold it against you."

Robin's personal assistant looked completely baffled by the nature of the exchange taking place in front of her eyes. But she didn't speak up to voice her own opinions.

Emma was just grateful that there was a bit of a gap between where she was stood, and where Belle was patiently waiting for her turn. Hopefully that would mean her friend hadn't caught the bizarre conversation too.

Because Emma really wasn't sure how many more lies she could tell Belle before the day was over.

"Are you having a good weekend?" Robin asked, as he bent his head to sign the picture. It was his own small way of making amends for how their encounter had begun, and they both knew it.

"I am, thanks. I've had the pleasure of spending my time with some wonderful people." Emma knew that the PA listening in probably thought she was talking about the guests that had been booked for the event. But with the way the tips of Robin's ears turned pink at her words, she knew that he had gotten the hidden message behind them.

"That's good to hear," he replied, as he straightened back up and quickly picked up the picture to wave it around a little. It was his way of stalling for time, and Emma knew that too. "I'm sure the people you've spent the weekend with have enjoyed your company, Emma. I hope you get the chance to see everyone again soon."

Robin handed the image back to her with a small, tentative smile, that Emma couldn't help but return. It felt like the two of them had made even more progress during that one small encounter.

"Thank you. I truly hope I will too."

With those last few words she turned to head out of the stifling heat of the room, while Belle took a few step forward to say her own cheerful, "Hello."

In the quiet calmness of the corridor outside, Emma pulled out the signed picture to check over the inscription Robin had written for her friend.

Mary-Margret,

I don't know if anyone's ever told you this before,

but you have a wonderful friend.

I hope to see you soon.

Yours,

Robin Locksley.

With all but Killian's autograph session left for their weekend, Emma and Belle took their places in the hall once more, ready for the final panel of the convention.

Both girls were feeling a little down, knowing that their time together was rapidly drawing to a close. The magic that came from a convention weekend was once again wearing off, and if the atmosphere in the room was anything to judge by, everyone around them was feeling it too.

"We really need to pick a date to get together and just do it," Emma told her friend, as she turned a little in her seat to face her.

"I agree. When we get back we can check with Regina and Ruby to see when they're free, and then have our own girls weekend away. Maybe head to a spa or something? Lord knows it'll be more relaxing than these weekends are."

Emma snorted a laugh at Belle's addendum, but she couldn't argue with her friend. While she absolutely loved the events, she often came away from them feeling physically and emotionally drained. She'd heard of the term con-crash before, but she'd never truly believed it to be real until she'd had the chance to experience it for herself.

And Emma assumed that her own con-crash was much less intense than it would be for others, given the intimate nature of her relationship with Killian Jones.

Before either of the women could say anything else, their MC took to the stage to thank the audience for their attendance that weekend, before finally introducing Killian to the crowd once more.

While Emma had exchanged dozens of messages with him throughout the day, it had still felt like a small eternity had passed since she'd last seen her boyfriend.

"Ugh. You forgot to tell me how pretty he looked today," Belle groaned, as she sank down a little further into her seat.

"It's Killian Jones," Emma chuckled softly. "He always looks pretty."

Belle said nothing else, but the look she shot her friend told Emma that she was in full agreement with that statement.

Killian's panel that afternoon was just as fun and exciting as they had expected it to be. Some of the questions he was asked Emma and Belle had heard before. But Killian kept his answers fresh, giving the crowd a different explanation for his change of reply that day, whilst still managing to sound genuine in all of his responses.

The majority of the people in the room hadn't been present for the exclusive panel he'd given the morning before, so Emma was surprised to note that nobody was brave enough to ask more questions about the mystery woman in his life. Although, she assumed that there were probably a fair few people who had gotten the message from the panel threads posted to twitter.

When the MC made his way back onto stage to signal that Killian needed to start wrapping things up, a collective groan sounded around the room.

"I'm sorry, Guys," he pouted, looking just as disappointed that his time was over as they were. "But I promise I'll be back soon. I've had a wonderful weekend with you all. And because I'm all about rebelling against authority, I'll answer one more question before I go."

The woman still stood behind the microphone at the side of the room looked like Christmas had come early for her, as Killian turned all of his focus her way. But when she turned slightly to direct her question to both him, and the audience at large, Emma groaned a little in dismay.

"I was just wondering," she began smugly, "is it true that you let someone handcuff you in a photo op this weekend?"

"Isn't that…"

"Yeah," Emma cut Belle off. "It's her." The same interfering woman who had been so sure that Killian would reject her poses during his photo ops the day before.

"Um… no," Killian replied firmly, shaking his head at her question. "I did not let anyone handcuff me this weekend during a photo op." There was a moment of awkward confusion in the room, and Emma assumed that her story had already made the rounds on social media, courtesy of the people who had been behind her in line.

"I was the one doing the handcuffing," her boyfriend added cheekily, as a series of loud whoops and cheers went around the audience.

Belle gently knocked her friend's shoulder with her own, as Emma wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole in that moment.

She had a feeling that handcuffs were about to become a regular part of Killian's future convention weekends.

"Okay. I think that's probably a good time for me to wrap things up," he chuckled. "Thanks for having me, Guys. I'll see some of you for autographs in a few minutes time, and to the rest of you – I wish you safe travels home." He gave the audience a mischievous wink as he slid off the stool he'd been sat on, and placed his microphone carefully down on top of it, before finally making his way off the stage to the sound of thunderous applause.

How much trouble do you think I'd be in if I skipped autos and we just went back to the hotel?

Emma chuckled as she read through the message quickly, before tapping out her reply.

You'd never do it.

You love your fans too much to disappoint them.

But I appreciate you saying that you would for me.

She and Belle had made a quick stop in the bathroom before their autograph session. They had both felt the need to freshen up a little before coming face-to-face with Killian Jones again, and Emma had used the time to check her messages.

True.

I love that you know me so well.

I'm counting the hours until I can get into that car, though.

Today's felt like some kind of cruel and unusual torture.

Soon, Baby.

Soon.

If I make it back before you do, I promise I'll be waiting in something pretty for you.

Well… that just makes this even more torturous.

I'm being called away again.

See you soon, Beautiful. X

Emma smiled down at her phone before she locked the device and slipped it into her pocket. She was truly hoping she would make it back to the hotel before he did. She'd brought one more killer outfit with her for the weekend, and she really wanted to spend the rest of her night having her boyfriend fuck her senseless in it.

"Is everything okay?" Belle asked, when she finally met her friend outside of the bathrooms.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just replying to a few messages," Emma chuckled. The half-truth felt a lot better leaving her mouth than her blatant lies had all weekend.

"Ugh. I haven't even checked mine yet. I know there'll be something from work waiting for me. And I'm not ready for reality to invade the fantasy quite yet."

"I'm sorry you have to go straight back in." Emma was grateful that David had offered to cover the Monday for her again. She wasn't quite ready to get back to reality just yet either.

"It's okay." Belle waved away her concerns easily. "I mean, at least I got to come, right?"

"Definitely," Emma agreed, as they flashed their badges at the girl on the door to slip into the room and join Killian's queue.

While Emma's view was blocked pretty well by a lot of the people in front of her, she still managed to twist far enough to get a good look at the desk that was set up for him. Killian was already there, with his head bent over whatever it was he was signing, but Emma watched as his eyes flicked up every now and then to land on the person in front of him, while they made conversation.

It was quite obvious that her man was one of the most popular on the convention circuits for the show. But he never let the people around him hurry him through encounters. He took the time to say hello and goodbye to everyone who came to stand before him, and he would make light conversation with them while he signed. It was one of the many reasons why he was so loved by his fans.

As the line slowly crept forward, Emma could feel the nerves inside her friend begin to grow.

"How are you so calm?" Belle whispered.

"I'm not," Emma chuckled. "I'm just getting better at hiding it." She wasn't lying either. Spending so much time around Killian had helped her to control those inner fangirl impulses she had. But with every step forward she took, she felt her heart kick up another notch.

"What are you getting signed this time?" Belle asked, as she fished out her own photo op when they were finally close enough to see the man fully.

Emma had forgotten how well that shirt he was wearing emphasised his biceps. Every time he moved to hand an item back to the fan in front of him it tightened deliciously, stretching over the muscle hidden beneath it, before relaxing back when he dropped his arm down again.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, shaking her head to clear it a little.

Belle giggled at her friend knowingly as she repeated her question once more.

"Um… this one, I think." Emma pulled out the photo op where Killian had handcuffed himself to her, and set it safely down on top of her folder.

"Ugh. You're such a lucky bitch," Belle chuckled.

The woman stood just behind Emma rocked forward onto her toes to peer down at the photo op over her shoulder, before tapping Emma gently on her arm to get her attention. "You were the girl with the handcuffs?" she asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah. That was me."

"That's a really cute photo op," she praised. "What did you ask for to get it?"

"He um… he remembered me from another event," Emma explained vaguely. "So it was all his idea."

"Wow. That's so cool. I can't believe he recognised you," she gushed. "Have you been to many events before?"

"Emma's done every one this year," Belle threw in for her friend. "What?" she asked, at the dirty look Emma gave her in return. "We'd all be there with you if we could."

As Killian's line slowly progressed forward, Emma and Belle made their last new friend of the weekend in the form of the lovely Merida that stood just behind them. She'd flown out from Scotland to meet the cast of her favourite show, and the girls were thrilled to hear that she'd been having a wonderful time in the USA, ever since she'd arrived at the beginning of the week. It made their wait far more interesting as they listened to Merida speak about all of the things she'd seen and done, that she'd never even dreamed she'd be able to do before, while Emma and Belle gave her suggestions of what she could do with the rest of her time left in the country.

Which is why when Belle gently nudged Emma, and cocked her head in the direction of Killian's table, Emma felt entirely unprepared for what was about to come. She'd been so distracted by her friends that she hadn't realised they had subtly put her at the front of the line.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go first?" she asked them both. But their twin headshakes didn't surprise her. "Damn."

She shook her head for a moment to clear it, fully aware that the two girls behind her would be watching and analysing every small interaction she was about to engage in, as she waited for Killian to finish with the woman who was currently gushing to him over his role in a small indie movie she'd recently seen.

Emma loved watching the way he blushed as she praised his performance, talking about how it moved her to tears during one part of the film, while he shook his own head slightly. It was almost as if he didn't quite believe that he was deserving of the praise she was bestowing upon him.

When the woman finally left, Killian took a moment for himself, turning his body slightly as he reached for one of the bottles of water waiting for him. Emma didn't want to interrupt that time, but she was being waved in by his PA, and she didn't want to annoy the poor woman either.

"She was right, you know," Emma stated softly, as she slid the picture onto the table in front of him.

Killian turned at the sound of her voice, a beatific smile lighting his face as he did.

"Right about what?" he asked, picking up the picture. He frowned a little when he realised that the other two weren't sat underneath it, and Emma sighed as she fished her protective box from her bag, to place the others into his line of sight, while she answered his question.

"Your performance in Darkness Awakens. I cried watching that movie too. Jack's struggle was just so realistic and heart breaking."

Killian said nothing as he scribbled on the first picture she'd set down for him, before slowly raising his eyes to meet hers as he handed it back. "Thank you. I'm um… I'm really glad you liked it," he stuttered out bashfully.

Emma nodded her own head in agreement as she turned her attention to the next of her photo ops. Killian hadn't seen them the night before, when she'd returned to the hotel room. With Robin there they had both been distracted for a while, and by the time he'd left, the two of them were struggling to keep their hands off each other. Thoughts of photoshoots had been far from Emma's mind in that moment.

"This was fun," he chuckled, as he looked down to the second image that had been taken, and was currently sat on top of the pile. "Have you ever been cuffed before, Sheriff?"

"Once or twice," Emma threw back at him, delighting in the way Killian's eyes widened in surprise. She knew that would be something she'd be hearing about as soon as they were alone again. "But never by someone as pretty as you."

Killian threw his head back in laughter as he handed Emma the last of her images, his index finger brushing lightly against the fluttering pulse in her wrist. "Thanks, Emma," he said softly when he'd finally calmed back down. "I'll see you soon."

"Yeah. You will," she confirmed, before turning to walk away from him.

She was too busy reading the inscription Killian had printed onto her second photo to notice Belle step up to take her place.

Emma,

Make sure these are a part of your plans for this evening.

I love you.

X

Emma, Belle and Merida gathered in the bar after the autograph session to say their final goodbyes to each other. (And flail a little more about how pretty Killian Jones's eyes were). Merida was planning to stay the evening, before flying on to the next leg of her journey, while Belle would need to leave on the hour to get to the airport on time.

So after one last drink together, during which numbers and social media details were exchanged, Emma got into one taxi to head back to her hotel suite, while Belle climbed into another, headed for O'Hare International and her flight back to Boston. Merida waved both of their cars away before taking a seat on one of the benches outside of the hotel, to wait for her pizza to arrive.

As Emma sank back into her seat she pulled out her phone to message her boyfriend, while the taxi driver navigated the roads of the city. She knew that as she and her friends had all been lucky enough to secure gold passes, they had gotten in and out of Killian's autograph session fairly quickly. So she wasn't expecting the speedy reply she got back from him.

Hopefully it won't be much longer than ninety minutes until I'm back at the hotel.

Make sure you order some room service when you get there and eat!

I know you don't like to eat a lot while you're here.

But I have big plans for you tonight, Sheriff ;-)

She giggled a little at his message before tapping out a reassurance that she would order something while she waited for his return, before slipping her phone back into her pocket. She didn't want to distract him any further. That would only lead to Killian spending even longer signing that evening. And Emma knew that wasn't fair on him, his fans patiently waiting their turn, or the organisers of the event.

It didn't take her long to get back to the hotel, and once she was safely inside of their suite once more, Emma felt all of the energy and adrenaline from the day begin to seep out of her. She quickly kicked off her shoes and called down to the kitchen for some room service, before making her way through to the en suite to start drawing herself a bath.

She wanted a chance to pamper herself a little before she braved the last gift she had waiting for Killian, and with him still signing, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take advantage of what the luxurious suite had to offer.

"Emma?" Killian called out softly, as he finally pushed open the door to their suite once more. It had been two hours since she'd left the hotel and he was only just making it back to her. So Killian had fully expected to return to a sleeping girlfriend.

"I'm in here," she called back softly, startling him a little.

He dropped his bag down in front of the sofa and toed off his boots, before making his way through to the bedroom to find his beautiful girlfriend. But when his eyes finally landed on her form, spread across the white linen of the bed, Killian froze in place.

"Wow," he eventually managed to croak out. "Is um… is that for me?"

"Yeah," she replied nervously, looking down at herself. "I know it's a little sexier that what I normally wear but…"

"You look stunning," Killian hurried to assure her. The last thing he wanted was for Emma to interpret his shocked silence as a dislike for what she was wearing.

Because he was pretty certain he'd never wanted her more than he did in that moment.

"So fucking gorgeous," he continued, as his brain finally seemed to connect with the rest of his body. He dropped his hand down to open the buckle on his belt, before popping the button on his jeans. "Tell me that zip goes as far down as I think it does," he begged, pushing the denim and cotton of his underwear down in one quick movement, to free his rapidly growing erection.

Emma swallowed hard at the evidence of what she was doing to him, before she pushed herself up to a sitting position. "There's another at the back," she whispered softly, keeping her eyes glued to the sway of his cock as he kicked his legs free of the fabric, before taking a step closer to the bed.

"Fuck me," Killian growled back. "And those bows. Are they purely decorative?"

Emma pulled her eyes away when she saw his shirt hit the floor, to toy with the end of the one covering her left nipple. She waited until Killian had pulled his t-shirt off, and was stood completely bare before her, to tug gently on the end of the bow.

"Jesus Christ. That might be the best piece of clothing you own," he chuckled harshly, as he took himself in hand.

Emma pushed herself up onto her knees, shuffling a little closer to the edge of the bed as she watched his fist make strong, confident strokes along his shaft. Killian grinned wickedly as he saw the way her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, before she sucked it into her mouth.

"What do you want?" he asked, bringing his free hand up to cup the side of her jaw, before he tugged her trapped lip free with his thumb. He knew that Emma was becoming much more confident around him, especially when it came to their sex life. The red leather and lace combination she was wearing was evidence of that. But she struggled a little with voicing her wants sometimes. And that was something he was determined to help her with.

Because Killian wanted nothing more than to give Emma Swan her every heart's desire.

"You," she whispered back, as her eyes continued to track the movement of his hand.

"You have me," he chuckled lightly. "You always will. I just want to know how you want me right now."

Emma's eyes flash up to meet his, and Killian made sure to hold her gaze as she swallowed heavily to whisper, "In my mouth. I want you in my mouth." He took a small step back to bend down and press his lips to hers, making sure that she knew just how much he loved hearing her speak up, before he took another step slightly further back.

Emma's lips turned down into a pout as Killian moved over to the side of the room to fish through his own suitcase, before he returned a moment later with her cuffs dangling from his index finger.

"And do you want these too, Sweetheart?"

"Yes," she croaked out. Suddenly wanting nothing more.

"You definitely have the keys for these, right?" he checked. The last thing either of them needed was to be publicly outed due to an emergency with a pair of handcuffs.

"They're in my purse," she confirmed, as she watched that predatory smirk work its way over his face once more.

"Hands behind your back then, Sheriff."

Emma complied instantly, sliding off the bed to stand before him with her hands held out in silent offering.

"This," he remarked, as he tugged on the golden zipper that rested just above the top of her ass, "Is going to come in incredibly handy tonight."

The cuffs came down on her wrists gently, snapping into place just tight enough to stop her from pulling her wrists free, but not tight enough that they would leave any lasting marks from their final night together. Killian reached behind her to snag a pillow from the head of the bed, before dropping it down to the floor in front of him.

"Are you okay with this?" he double checked, as his hands came up to stroke the hair away from her face.

"More than."

Their eyes locked briefly for another moment. Emma's fully communicating her love and trust for the naked man stood before her, while Killian's reassured her that he treasured the gift she was giving to him, and that he would never do anything to abuse it. Until he looked away to gently push on her shoulders, encouraging Emma down to her knees, on the pillow.

"Good girl," Killian praised. "Let's try this, shall we?" With a firm grip on himself, he tapped his cock gently against her lower lip. "Open up for me, Sweetheart."

Emma didn't need to be told twice.

Killian let her set the pace as she nosed gently at his shaft, placing small kisses everywhere she could reach, before she flicked her tongue out to run over the underside of it.

"Jesus," he sighed, the relief at finally having her mouth on him warring with that constant need for more he always felt around her. When she finally opened her mouth wider to take him in, his knees were ready to buckle under the sensations flooding his body.

Killian threaded his fingers through her hair, allowing Emma to continue setting a pace she felt most comfortable with, but still giving her the illusion that he held power over her in that moment. The kind of power that had her moaning around him as her hips jerked pointlessly, seeking a kind of friction that was impossible for her to find in that position.

"Okay, Sweetheart," he gasped out, as he felt that tell-tale tightening begin; telling him that he was far too close to their night being over too early. "If you don't want this to end prematurely, then you're gonna need to stop."

Emma pulled herself back with a wicked pop, allowing her tongue to dart out and lick around the head of his cock, before it swiped across her own lower lip.

She looked so deliciously deviant doing so, that Killian couldn't stop himself from crashing his lips into her own, as he helped pull her back up to her feet.

Emma tugged uselessly at her restraints, wanting nothing more than to hold her boyfriend close in that moment, and whined when she couldn't get herself free.

"Don't worry, Love," he reassured her. "This will be the least of your frustrations tonight." Killian grinned wickedly once more as he swept her up into his arms, before depositing her down onto the bed.

Emma squealed a little with the sudden movement, until she felt him urging her back up onto her knees once more. When she was in a position that he was clearly happy with, she felt the slow drag of the zip at the back of her bodysuit being lowered, as Killian's other hand dropped down to help pull the tight fabric apart.

"Tell me this comes in other colours," he begged, his voice dark with his desire.

"A few," she chuckled breathlessly.

"I'll buy them all for you."

Killian urged her up once more, before settling himself back down on the bed with his head between her thighs. "What a view," he remarked cheekily, before pulling her down to meet his hungry mouth.

Emma thought she was ready for the first brush of his tongue against the place where she was aching most for him. But there was nothing in the world that could have prepared her for that feeling.

"Steady," he warned, as she wobbled precariously without the use of her arms to stabilise herself. Killian wrapped his own tightly around her thighs, helping to keep her upright as he teased around her lips, lapping at the wetness that was already gathered there between suckling kisses and light nips of his teeth.

When he finally drew his tongue up to suck on her clitoris, Emma couldn't help the way she ground herself down onto his face, begging Killian, "More. Oh God, more. Please."

He freed one of his hands to trail down to where she needed his attention most, circling it gently around the spot he knew would have her seeing stars, as he used his tongue to fuck her as best as he could, from the position they were in.

"I'm not gonna stop until you come for me," he warned darkly, still not quite giving her the firm touch she needed to make that happen.

"I'm close," Emma assured him. "So close."

Her hips were moving again, rutting against his face she sought the friction she needed most to help her topple over that ledge, into a pool of bliss.

It was the sharp pinch of Killian's fingers against her clit that finally sent her over, toppling to the bed as she lost control of her own body for a moment.

When she came to, her hands were still cuffed behind her back, but she could feel the comforting heat of her boyfriend's chest pressed to them, as his own hips rocked gently into hers.

"How are you doing, Sweetheart?" he asked softly, as he brushed a kiss to her hair.

"Mmm. Good," Emma mumbled. "So very good."

Killian chuckled as his hand came up to slip into the open lace covering her left breast, teasing the nipple beneath it. "Do you have one more left in you for me?"

She turned her head to meet his lips with a searing kiss, as Killian reached down to hitch one of her legs over his hip. It took a moment of fumbling for him to realise he needed to unzip her a little more for them to have some freedom to move with, before he was finally sliding into her once again.

"Oh God," Emma moaned, as she threw her head back onto his shoulder. The position they were in had rapidly become a favourite of hers that weekend, and the feeling of Killian moving inside of her would never fail to fill her with awe. But it was the cuffs that still held her hands tightly bound behind her back that had her climbing higher, much faster than she ever had before. "Killian, please," she begged. She was already delirious from the pleasure coursing through her veins. Emma didn't even know what she was begging him for.

"It's okay, Love," he assured her, as he tugged on the bow on the other side of her chest to offer her neglected breast the same attention. "I'll take good care of you."

Killian angled his hips up to drag a little more against where he knew she would be most sensitive for him, as he slipped his hand out of her suit and down to where the two of them were joined.

"I think you like being cuffed, Sherriff," he drawled darkly, his accent thickening once more with his lust. "You're absolutely drenched for me already."

Killian lifted his wet fingers to his lips, sucking on them noisily as Emma whined in his arms, still desperate for that something thatshe couldn't name.

"What's wrong, Love?" he teased. "Do you want a taste too?" Before she could answer he dropped his hand ones more, swirling his fingertips through the moisture that was gathering on both of their thighs. He made a show out of drawing soft circles around her clitoris, that were far too light to bring Emma any kind of relief, before he finally lifted his fingers to her lips.

Emma found herself sucking greedily on them before she could even comprehend what she was doing, sending Killian's hips bucking into her own a little harder in response.

Because that was quite possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen her do.

"Fuck. I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that," he told her. Somehow, the way she was sucking on his fingers was just as arousing as it was when her lips were wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Harder," Emma begged. "Fuck me harder. Please"

Killian picked up his pace, snapping his hips into her own with a force he knew would leave marks in the morning. But neither of them seemed to care, as they worked together to chase their own release.

Emma was the first to fall, when his fingers finally drifted back down to rub tight circles into her clit.

Killian held out just long enough to watch his beautiful girlfriend come apart in his arms, before he finally let go, emptying himself inside of her.

As they both drifted back to reality, their breathing calming from harsh pants to soft sighs, Emma whispered into the darkness of the room, "I don't know how I'm supposed to leave you tomorrow."

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