I've decided that since there are going to be some chapters that are rated over that M line to full M, I'm going to change the rating of the complete story on FF and Tumblr to M, however, the story on AO3 will continue to have the T+ rating. Here is the AO3 link. /works/11754462/chapters/26492703
Chapter 7
In the waiting room at the hospital, she paced. She paced because if she didn't keep moving her traitorous mind took her right back to the powder room and what would have happened had they not been interrupted yet again. She couldn't get out of her mind how the two of them had looked in the dim light of the room, standing in front of him, her bodice draped around her waist and his hands exploring her curves. The desire to crawl on his lap and revisit what they had started was a palpable feeling that wasn't getting any better. Blowing air out to relieve a little tension, she kept pacing.
After several trips, back and forth, her eyes were once again drawn to her man who was slouched on the sofa, one arm draped across the back, legs spread wide displaying the tight fit of the leather pants that she had chosen for his rendition of Captain Hook. Wishing she could give herself a high five for that decision, she gave him a tiny smile and kept moving, afraid that if she stopped, she might kneel in front of him and see if those leather ties came loose as easily with her teeth as they did with her fingers. Wowza, she thought as a shiver worked its way through her body.
"Emma," Ruby looped their arms and led her out into the hallway, "you're making me tired. Can't you sit down?"
Looking up at her friend's concerned face, she relaxed and leaned back against the wall. "Sorry, Rubes. It's just when I stop..." But what to say? She couldn't very well say that when she wasn't moving her only thought was jumping on her hot boyfriend and having her way with him. "I'm just anxious about Ashley." She finally decided a change of subject was easier at this point in time. Killian, she would deal with later.
Ruby leaned against the wall beside her and gave her a look that said she knew what was going on. "I am too but I'm sure she will be fine and we'll have a new baby soon."
"I hope so," she admitted quietly. "I really want to be here but," she held up a handful of her skirt, "I'd really like to get out of these clothes."
Ruby snickered, "Come on, Em. Out of those clothes and onto a certain man sitting in there showing off the goods in the leather pants."
Emma started laughing as part of her could not believe what had come out of her friend's mouth, but the other side knew Ruby and knew she shouldn't be surprised. "Damn, Ruby, you and Ashley have awful timing." Not willing to discuss anything further, she pulled her back into the waiting room where Robin was in conversation with Elsa, and the Sisters were sitting in high back chairs falling asleep.
Killian, on the other hand, was sitting in exactly the same position and one look at him and, damn, Ruby was so on target when she described those pants. They did show off the goods, and her brief encounter back at the Home had only heightened her need for more. She had every intention of being good but now that her heart had been freely given, even though she had not shared that with him, her tart side needed to come out to play. She wasn't sure how much longer she could resist what he was offering, whether he knew it or not.
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Killian sat watching Emma pace within the small confines of the waiting room, every turn bringing the swish of her full skirts across his leather-clad legs. His fingers itched to grab hold of that fabric and hitch it up to rediscover her warm, satin smooth skin as he'd been busy doing before once again a crisis called a halt. While he was still wrecked from the experience, his Swan had proved that she was a force to be reckoned with by putting her needs aside while quickly taking charge of those around her.
By the time he had put himself to rights and exited the powder room, she had ascertained what needed to be done and made plans. Groups had been dispatched in various directions within a matter of minutes. Ruby had driven off with Ashley and Sean, Emma had taken the Sisters, and he and Robin had been tasked with getting Elsa to the soon-to-be new parents' apartment to pick up Ashley's suitcase. During the trip, they had been receiving updates on Ashley's condition and, wanting to bring the new mum her things, they had forgone stopping to change. Which explained why Captain Hook, a bar wench, Robin Hood, Little Red Riding Hood, three colorful Fairies and a Queen from Frozen sat waiting for Cinderella's child to make an appearance. Bloody hell, who would ever believe him?
Not the way he had planned for his evening to go, that was for sure, but he was quickly coming to understand that being with Emma meant accepting that even though she had no blood family, there were people in her life who meant a great deal and were treated as such. He'd had to admit several times lately that while her family's timing had created some issues with his lower regions, he was firmly resolved to soak up as much knowledge about her as possible. He was truly discovering that Emma Swan was just as amazing on the inside as she was on the outside.
Growing up as a ward of the state, she could have very easily become a bitter individual who cared for no one, and yet she was one who cared for many. Not only did she care deeply about the friends that she had grown up around, but her new friends too. She had a strong love for the adults who had provided her guidance as a child and a desire to give back to children who were in the same situation as she had been. And somehow, fate had decided to bless him by dropping her in his path, because she cared about him too. It was evident in every touch, every word and every kiss that they shared, and if he hadn't already fallen, seeing her in action tonight would have pushed him straight to love.
"Killian?" Her soft voice pulled him from his thoughts, "Do you want to take Robin and go home? They said it might be a few hours yet."
It took him a moment to process what she said, but once he did, he didn't think, "Not bloody likely," he bellowed before the shocked look on her face quieted him, and taking action, he stood up and took her hand to lead her down the hall.
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When Killian raised his voice in response to her question, she truly had felt surprise. It had taken his taking her hand to direct them from the room for her to realize that his look hadn't been one of relief, but one of hurt. The possibility that she could hurt him had never entered her mind, but now that she had she felt equal parts of sadness and empowerment.
She loved him, and if she could hurt him was it possible that her feelings were reciprocated? As he moved across the room toward the hallway, she looked over her shoulder catching Ruby's eye, sending her a signal that she hoped was read clearly.
Blue watched them leave the room, "Think everything is alright?" She turned to Ruby who was sitting next to her.
"Well..." Ruby gave her a smile as if she knew something that no one else did, "I have a feeling when they return all will be well." She looked off in the direction they had disappeared and her gaze met Robin's, whose eyes told her he concurred. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He snickered, "Something tells me when they return, the situation will be temporarily relieved. I wouldn't worry about them, Sister Blue." Needing to stretch his legs, he turned to Elsa, "Care to take a walk and see what we can find to drink?"
Blue seemed to accept Robin's explanation for she buried her face against the back of the chair and once again closed her eyes. Ruby had other ideas in mind for the wait, sending a quick text to Victor to see if he was available to come for a visit.
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"Killian," Emma called his name as he led her down the hallway, looking in rooms for a private place for them to talk.
"Emma, just hold on a minute, alright?" He had tried three doors already and was getting frustrated. Two of the doors were locked and the third one had a window which decreased privacy. Twisting the knob of a door hidden in a small alcove, he was surprised when the handle turned easily, allowing them to enter.
Walking into the room, he looked around realizing they had found the broom closet, and while it wasn't The Four Seasons or The Savoy, it did have a chair, a little light and the most important feature, it was empty.
Turning to Emma, the light allowed him to barely make out her features as she stood there in front of him. Holding her elbows lightly, he took a deep breath, "Alright, Swan, please talk to me." He needed to know why she was suddenly ready for him to leave without her, something he was most certainly not interested in doing.
Emma looked into his eyes and her heart felt like it literally melted in her chest. His expression was telling her more about his feelings for her than words and the thought of sending him home flew from her mind. A quick look around the small space answered a few questions, and with a flick of her wrist the door was locked tight, so they couldn't get out and, best of all, no one could get in. Wrapping her arms around his neck, close enough to feel his breath wafting across her lips, she kissed him lightly. "I'm sorry, Killian. I just realized that I just can't any longer." She started propelling him backward to the chair before, with a little shove, she pushed him onto it.
He looked up at her with a quizzical expression, "You can't what, Emma?"
She hitched her long skirt up, exposing her bare legs and straddled his thighs, and raised her hands to cup his jaw, "Wait, Pirate. Any chance you remember where we were just a few hours ago?"
He gave her a look that said are you serious, and immediately brought his hands up and tugged the strings holding her bodice together so once again when she dropped her arms, the material fell showing off her cream satin brassiere. "Please don't tease a man, love." Without waiting for an answer, he easily popped the fasteners and tossed the satin aside, filling his hands with soft warm woman. "God, you're beautiful," he groaned as his hands cupped the weight of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened tips of her oh so sensitive nipples.
His head lowered, his eyes never leaving hers, as his lips covered the nearest tip, suckling it into the heat of his mouth. The rasp of his tongue licking, stroking the sensitive nub created a fiery wave of exquisite pleasure, shredding her already slim control.
Heat sufficed her entire body. It was burning through her thighs, causing her core to pulse with desire. Her hips moved, searching for that part of him she had only been given a small taste of before they had been interrupted time and time again, and as his tongue continued stroking her nipple, her hands tangled in his hair holding him closer.
Each lick, each draw, sensitized the tender tip further until raking sensations shuddering from her nipple to her core had her gasping with each surge. Only then did he move to the opposite breast, his lips covering it, sucking it inside, and devouring it as he had its mate.
Emma arched for him, whimpering his name as sensation after sensation rolled over her body. His teeth raked over her nipples as he moved back and forth between her breasts, never stopping long enough for her to catch her breath.
When he placed his hands on her thighs pushing the hem up even higher, her muscles jumped in response. Her answer was a low groan as his lips skimmed across her chest raising goosebumps everywhere he tasted.
Killian lifted his head from her breasts and choking off any words used his lips to explore hers with tenderness and gentleness. Not too fast, nor too slow, just a tenderness that she had never experienced with any other man but him. Helpless to resist, she poured every ounce of love she had come to feel for this man into her kiss.
That they were in a broom closet on the Labor and Delivery floor at Massachusetts General ceased to matter as wherever she was with Killian felt as special as a five-star hotel. Her eyelids fluttered as her body shuddered with surrender and she arched, offering herself wholly to his wandering lips and hands.
Wishing she could touch more skin, she opened a few buttons of his already low-cut shirt, giving her room to run her fingers through the light covering of fur on his chest. The rumbling sounds of appreciation encouraged her to reach for the laces on his leathers. Loosening them was easy, but as he was sitting, she settled for exploring with her hands for the moment, while continuing to explore his chest with her lips.
His entire body was alive and jumping with joy and it was clamoring for release. He wasn't finished with his explorations yet but their current position limited what he could touch, lick, kiss or suck. With that thought in mind, he gently extracted her from her position on his lap and switched their positions settling her onto the chair. She gave him a pout that he couldn't resist kissing as he knelt in front of her.
"Killian, that can't be comfortable on your knees." She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back pushing his pants down over his taunt behind. "But I do like this," she whispered as she squeezed his firm ass.
He kissed the tip of her nose, "I have a feeling you're going to really like this then."
He pulled her forward on the chair, causing her to lean against the back to stay balanced, creating shivers that rippled along her skin everywhere he touched. He was seducing her with his tenderness and exciting her with his caresses and she never wanted him to stop. "Show me," she whispered, her voice breathy.
He gave her a cheeky grin as he pushed her skirt up higher, sliding his hands along her silky, smooth thighs slowly inching toward her core that was standing up and screaming for attention. Reaching under, he pulled one of her side bows loose, freeing her to his wandering hands and the hot, tingly glow that was never far when he was around took on a life of its own.
As she relaxed even more for him, he gave her a gorgeous smile before putting those talented lips to work in ways that she had not anticipated but quickly came to appreciate. Using his tongue and lips, he spread lazy wet kisses, waking up nerve endings she'd forgotten existed, causing heat to spread throughout her body. Long slow licks swiped through her narrow slit, circling the aching bud above, and then he sucked it slowly between his lips.
"Killian," she whispered the broken cry torn from her as wave after wave of pleasure sang through her body.
Her hips jerked against his hold and she writhed beneath the caress as he pushed her thighs farther apart. His hands slid beneath her knees, lifting her thighs slightly, opening her as his tongue moved over her again and again.
Emma's hands reached for him, needing to anchor herself before she flew out of control, her fingers clenching in the fabric of his leather-clad shoulders. A nip here, a lick there, all served to draw her closer and closer as her body pushed itself to find that elusive high.
As his tongue continued its assault on her senses, her thighs flexed against his hold, the internal muscles tightening when it pushed inside, licking and separating, her body growing more desperate with each swipe of his talented tongue.
"Please, Killian…" she pleaded as the suckling of his mouth returned to the aching nub.
Her hips lifted higher, their movements faster, pressing closer to the ministrations of his hungry mouth. She tugged at his shoulder, his hair, whatever she could reach as the incredible sensations continued to build until the shock of his mouth hitting just the right spot, set her off then and there. The feeling he wrenched from her leaving her breathless and sending jerking little sobs of pleasure from her. As her spasms eased to a delicious glow, she opened her eyes to see him gazing at her with what could be none other than unadulterated love. "Thank you," he breathed out.
"Thank you?" She asked quizzically before smirking. "Shouldn't I be thanking you?"
"No," he said as he continued touching her lightly, mindful that she might be feeling sensitive, "thank you for being you." He cupped her face, leaning forward kissing her gently. "I love you, Emma Swan. You are it for me. I just wanted you to know that."
Tears sprang to her eyes as she kissed him again, pouring everything that she was feeling into the kiss. "I love you too, Killian Jones. Thank you for finding me."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else." He bent down kissing her again, melting her with his skillful licking, lashing tongue, delving fingers and talented lips. His tender ferocity unraveled her but she felt the emotion behind it. Like he was pleading for something but wasn't sure how to ask for it.
She was helpless to withhold anything from him as he had her completely, irrevocably under her skin. She had no choice but to offer him everything - her love, her body and if he wanted, her entire life.
Time moved along slowly as if they were encased in a bubble or in a dreamlike state that had no beginning or no end. It moved like the sea, sometimes floating along in smooth waters before being tossed into the rapids or churned along in a mass of chaotic foam or floating in a pool of delicious froth. Finally, when she was boneless, he tugged until her naked thighs flanked his where he sat on the floor.
She leaned forward running her hands along his bare chest and stomach. She loved the heat of him, all that firm smooth skin over those sleek muscles. The tendons in his neck stood out showing his strain at holding back. Tired of waiting, Emma laid her lips on his and wrapped her hand around his rigid flesh, aligning it with her body. Inch by inch she slid down slowly, the sensation of how they fit together eliciting groans of pleasure from both.
They moved as one, reaching for the peak until the wave broke, rolling over both of them, leaving them tender and new. Clinging to each other, they rode together until their breath returned and their pulses slowed.
Laying her head on his shoulder, she nuzzled his neck. "Delicious." He hummed in agreement before she continued, "But, maybe we should join the others."
"Think we missed the baby's arrival?" He helped her up realizing his knees were hurting from the hard floor, but to have Emma, he would do it all over again.
"Ruby would have sent me a text. We're good." Her grin was shy as she refastened her clothing.
Once their clothing was straightened, Killian pulled her back into his arms and kissed her tenderly. "Shall we?" Holding hands, they left the room, relaxed and stress-free and after a quick stop by the facilities made their way back to the waiting room and their friends.
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They arrived to find the Sisters asleep in their own individual chairs, Elsa asleep with her head on Robin's shoulder and Ruby speaking quietly to Victor. The big difference was they were all now dressed in scrubs.
Ruby looked up at them, a Cheshire cat grin on her face. "You two look relaxed." She picked up scrubs and handed each a pair. "You can change in there." She pointed to a door Emma hadn't noticed before.
"Thanks, Ruby. Any word on Ashley?"
"Just that she's progressing and we wait." The twinkle in Ruby's eye telling Emma that she had an idea of what they had spent the last hour doing.
Killian watched Emma as she turned to go change, not really wanting to let her out of his sight, but not sure if she would be comfortable if he said anything. Giving her a wink, he watched her disappear into the changing room.
Victor smirked at him, "Good look there, Killian."
"I do look rather dashing, don't I?" Killian tossed back at his friend, wondering how much longer Emma would take. As sappy as it might sound, he really wanted to hold her in his arms, preferably somewhere alone, but he would take what he could get.
Victor's pager sounded and with a glance at the screen, he kissed Ruby goodbye and disappeared out the door.
After he was gone, Ruby turned back and stood watching him closely, as if she had something to say to him but wasn't sure she should. "Is there something I can help you with?" He finally decided to ask her.
She looked over his shoulder, before leaning close. "Do. Not. Hurt. Her," she punctuated each word with a jab to his shoulder with a long red fingernail.
It hurt like hell and he really wanted to tell her what she could do with that finger, but something told him Ruby was testing him, making sure that he deserved Emma. Gritting his teeth to keep from saying something he might regret, he waited until she settled, and told her quietly, "No need to worry, Ruby. I'd go to the end of the world for her."
She studied him a little longer before giving him a satisfied smile. "I'm glad. She deserves to be happy."
He opened his mouth to respond when Ruby glanced over his shoulder, and he assumed the object of his affection had returned. He turned to see her in a pair of pink scrubs, her dress draped over her arm, and her face shiny clean, looking more radiant than anyone should in the middle of the night. Draping his heavy jacket over a chair he took his scrubs to change, leaving Emma alone with her friend.
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As soon as Killian walked away, Emma busied herself folding the dress and laid it on one of the sofas before turning back to her friend. "What did you say to him?" she challenged the brunette who had folded herself down onto one of the empty chairs.
Ruby checked the nails of one hand as she answered, "Not much, really. I just told him not to hurt you."
Deciding to sit before she fell, Emma settled onto the sofa where Killian had sat sprawled on, getting her so worked up, but now she felt good. Mmm, really good, if she were honest with herself. She had almost decided to ignore Ruby, but curiosity got the best of her so she asked what Killian's answer had been. When Ruby told her, her heart melted a little more for the dark headed, blue-eyed man that had just finished ravishing her quite completely.
"He's a really good guy, Rubes." Unable to keep her eyes opened any longer, she leaned her head back against the sofa and allowed them to drift shut.
When Killian stepped out of the changing room, the first thing he noticed was his Swan, curled up asleep on the sofa. The second thing was how quiet everything had become, and a quick glance confirmed that not only had Emma fallen asleep, but everyone else had too. The last thing he noticed was just how loud the clock sounded in the otherwise quiet space.
It was after 2:00 a.m. and they had been here for over four hours. With a little luck, the baby would make an arrival soon and then he and Emma could get a little time to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Now, though, he planned on holding her in his arms.
Dropping his pirate clothing in the chair with his jacket, he stood in front of the sofa taking a moment to just study her. She looked utterly beautiful in repose and he had to close his hands into fists to forcibly prevent himself from pulling her close for a kiss, or two. Needing to touch, he picked up a wayward piece of hair and as he moved it behind her shoulder, he couldn't help rubbing it between his fingers to feel its softness.
He picked her up and sat down with her in his lap, adjusting her so her head was on his shoulder and her legs stretched along the sofa. She murmured what he thought was his name and nuzzled his neck before settling back down into slumber. Leaning his head against hers, he closed his eyes and thought about all the experiences he wanted to share with her until, eventually, he too succumbed to sleep.
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Emma opened her eyes, not to Killian's blue ones, but to Sean's lighter ones spreading the news that the baby had finally arrived. Baby Alexandra had been born at 3:40 a.m., weighing 5 pounds and was 17 1/2" long. Because she was born at 36 weeks, she was slightly jaundiced and had been quickly put in an islet and taken to the neonatal unit for observation.
Emma sat up in Killian's arms, trying to wake up. "And Ashley, Sean, how is she?"
He gave her a tired smile. "She was marvelous but as soon as they took the baby away, she told me to follow her and immediately fell asleep. I think her adrenaline ran out."
Emma stood up and hugged him. "Congratulations, daddy. I'm really happy for you three."
Ruby, who had moved closer, hugged him next. "Can we peek in on Ash? We have her suitcase."
Sean squeezed their hands in gratitude. "That would be terrific." He turned to leave, but turned back as if he had just remembered, "Let me show you baby Alex." He pulled up her picture on his phone and showed them a tiny infant, wrapped in a blanket with a little pink hat on her head. "Tell Ash I'm going to check on our daughter and will be back soon."
Logically, Emma knew it was after 4:00 a.m. and Ashley was probably asleep, but with Ruby by her side they had taken her suitcase and walked to her room. When they pushed opened the door, the room was in half-light and Ashley lay on her side facing the window.
Ruby took the suitcase and set it in the closet while Emma checked on their friend, pulling her blanket up a little higher. Ashley slowly opened her eyes, "Emma, did you see her?"
"Hi, hon, we saw the picture that Sean showed us. She's so pretty."
She rolled over in the bed not saying anything but repeatedly pleating, then unfolding the top blanket. After she had repeated the process over and over, she opened and closed her mouth a few times, unable to get the words to come out until finally, the tears started running down her face and her lower lip trembled.
Ruby frowned at Emma, who shrugged her shoulders, "Ashley, what's wrong? Alexandra is going to be fine. You shouldn't worry."
She sniffed, "I know, but I feel like I failed her somehow." The tears were running down her cheeks faster than she could sniff them up.
Feeling her own eyes getting misty, Emma handed a tissue to Ashley, taking one for herself. She didn't know how to make her friend feel better but knew she needed to say something. "Ashley, you nurtured Alexandra in your body for 36 weeks, and while she was born a little early, they are only keeping her in the neonatal unit for observation. I'm sure tomorrow she'll be here in your arms and all the bad memories will be a thing of the past."
"Listen to Emma, Ashley," Ruby added from the other side of the bed. "Is there anything we can get you before we go?"
"We just want to make sure you're feeling alright," Emma followed up Ruby's question.
Ashley looked up at them, a little smile playing along her lips, "I'm feeling fine for someone who just had a bowling ball pass through her hoo ha," she snickered.
Ruby looked at Emma, back at Ashley and then back up at Emma with a very surprised look, "Did she just say hoo ha?"
No longer able to keep a straight face, Emma laughed out loud, "She did say hoo ha," which brought another round of giggles. "Are we twelve again ladies? I don't think we've called it that since we were about that age.
Their laughter finally fading, they noticed Ashley had fallen asleep again. "She always did fall asleep faster than we did." lamented Emma. "You always had something on your mind."
They started walking back to the waiting room, and Ruby felt she could complain, "Hey wait, that's no fair. "
The discussion was a familiar one they often had about who talked the most when the lights went out. They had gotten so used to blaming each other, there would probably never be an agreement, for chances were they were all equally guilty. Sharing a room with your two best friends, was a bit like having a nightly slumber party. After all what more could a girl want?
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Killian knew the moment Emma had walked back into the waiting room without even seeing or hearing her voice. He wouldn't be able to explain how if someone asked him, but he felt a connection to her as if a current connected their hearts. When she was near, his came alive, as did the air around him. A strange phenomenon sure, but something that could explain how his parents always seemed to be aware of each other.
Turning his head to check on her, he saw she was surrounded by the Sisters, all asking questions about Ashley. He really wanted to talk to her about what had been decided regarding transportation but was afraid he would have to get in line. "Bloody hell," he muttered picking up the direction of the conversation.
Robin lifted a brow, "What?"
"Just listen," Killian advised, "and when they leave, can you give me a minute with Emma?"
"Emma," Blue was saying, "we're all tired and thought we would have Ruby drive us home, and Killian and Robin can drop you and Elsa at your apartment."
She met his eyes over Blue's head, "Uh, ok, we should go, I guess."
Killian watched Ruby and Elsa help the Sisters gather their things, and start to leave. Thankfully, Robin jumped in to help too, so they didn't turn around to see why neither he nor Emma had followed them to the elevator.
She stood waiting as he walked toward her with tiny smile on her face as if she knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. Before she had an opportunity to get anything out, he took her hands in his. "I didn't want to presume anything, but if you wish for Robin and me to drop you and Elsa at home, I would understand. After all, it is almost 5:00 a.m. and we have been awake all night."
Her smile grew and dropping his hands, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I was wondering, if maybe," she hesitated for just a second as if nervous, "you would like to grab a toothbrush and a change of clothes?" not fully committing herself, but just tossing the idea out there.
"Bloody hell, love. Do you think there's any chance I'm going to say no?" He held her tighter, thinking scrubs certainly didn't provide much to disguise his body's reaction to her nearness.
"I hope not," she confessed.
"Oh no, Swan. Our encounter earlier was a mere pittance of the plundering I have in mind for you."
She giggled at his comment, "I hope so."
"Shall we?" He helped her gather their belongings and led her toward the elevators.
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As they walked to the elevator, Emma had to admit she was nervous. This was the first time she had brought a man to her apartment, but more important than that this would be the first time that she was spending the entire night with a man. Emma Swan didn't do sleepovers.
When they stepped on the elevator, Killian gave her a shy smile that made her heart do a couple of flips in her chest. So much had happened between them in the last few hours and she hadn't even had a chance to process any of it, nor to relive any of their time in the broom closet. Problem was that every time she thought about it, her pulse immediately skyrocketed and she felt flushed, which brought about questions. In fact, that she hadn't been subjected to the Ruby inquisition was a miracle.
"Cold, Swan?" Killian broke into her thoughts as he wrapped her cape around her shoulders.
She had been standing in the circle of his arms, so cold wasn't an adjective that she would use to describe how she was feeling. He wrapped her in her cape and then pulled her close for an open mouth kiss as the elevator continued to descend. Nope, not cold at all she thought as his kisses took her right past warm and straight to a veritable inferno.
The ping announced they had arrived at the parking garage, and gradually breaking apart they made their way to the car.
Robin and Elsa had just arrived, and after stowing their costumes in the trunk, Killian opened the front door for Elsa and the back for Emma. As soon as Elsa was seated, he closed the door and after a quick conversation with Robin, crawled into the backseat, pulling her close to his side. As they pulled out of the parking garage, Robin turned on the radio and an old Aerosmith song started to play and as she listened to the words, she thought that's exactly how she felt.
"I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing"
Emma's head was on Killian's shoulder and when the song ended, she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "That song says exactly what I'm feeling. 'I don't want to miss a thing.'"
He closed the circle of his arms around her and kissed her lips because he couldn't resist. "I know, Emma. I love you." Mindful of the company in this front seat, his kiss was swift but full of promises.
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Killian kept his eye on Emma as they walked up the stairs to her apartment. He had noticed while enroute from his apartment that the closer they were to hers, the quieter she had become. He sensed nerves rather than fear as her flirtatious smiles had become shy and her easy touches hesitant.
She unlocked her door and as she entered, tossed him a look over her shoulder that he was helpless to interpret. Once inside, he shut the door, leaning back against it with his arms crossed and waited. She moved around the space as if she were comfortable with it, turning on some lights, turning off others, closing the shades and adjusting the temperature to ward off the night's chill.
Becoming uncomfortable with the silence, Killian took a deep breath, "You alright there, Swan?"
She didn't say anything, immediately causing him a bit of concern, but finally stopping her constant movement, she looked up at him with confusion on her face and waved her hand back and forth between them. "I don't know how to do this."
There were so many things that "this" could be that he wasn't any closer to discovery than before he had asked. "You're going to have to give me more than that."
She stood across the room from him, staring at her feet for a few seconds before he saw her take a deep breath and move in his direction. Placing her hands on his folded arms, she stood on her tip toes and gave him a tender kiss. "This, as in having a man sleep over."
He hadn't been expecting that and with a lift of his brow inquired, "You're saying I'm your first?"
She smiled shyly and murmured, "I wish," before she hesitated, leaning her head against his chest. "You are the first male that I've asked to stay over," she finished.
He wasn't sure what he had done right in his life that fate had allowed this amazing woman to love him but knew he didn't want to bugger it up. "I can't say that you are my first, Swan, but I can say you are the first who matters." His voice dropped a notch, "And, Emma, I'm so honored to be yours." Cupping her face with both hands, he brought her lips close to his. "Now, let me show you how grateful I am."
Once his lips started moving over hers, all thought fled from her head except that they were wearing too many clothes and which way to her bedroom. She opened her mouth wider, giving him better access to use those talented lips and tongue in showing her his gratitude. Just as with all other times their lips collided, her heart rate skyrocketed and her hands itched to touch. "You have too many clothes on," she moaned into his mouth.
Killian took step forward, forcing her to step back. "We need to remedy that." Gripping the collar of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it toward the sofa, not much caring if it hit or not. "Now you."
Emma took a deep breath as she slowly lifted the hem of the scrub shirt, baring her stomach, and reveling in the way his eyes were darkening with each inch she uncovered. Almost as if they were attached to the hem by a string, as soon as her satin bra came into view, his hands reached up to smooth over the cups, gently tracing the stitches on the fabric before running his fingers along the ribbons and popping the hooks. When his hands moved hers aside and the top disappeared posthaste, she laughed at his impatience, before wandering hands and lips turned her laughter into a groan.
As their kisses became headier and their hands bolder, she snagged the tie holding his pants up and, with a tiny tug, loosened not only the tie but the pants too, which dropped to the ground. Both her scrubs and satin panties disappeared and, with little effort, he lifted her and as she locked her legs around his waist, he carried her into the bedroom where they fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, one set of lips never losing contact with the other.
With a giggle, she rolled them over, straddling him, and pinned his hands on either side of his head. "I've got you."
"Aye, Swan, you do. What do you plan to do with me?" He gave her a smile that would have melted her panties had she been wearing any.
"Well," she groaned as she let go of his hands and ran them down his body, hooking her fingers in his boxers and tossing them aside. "I plan to explore your body just as thoroughly as you did mine a little earlier." Bending, she latched onto an earlobe, sucking gently before moving to his neck, then his collarbone and her hand wrapping around him, hard and yet so smooth.
Killian jerked at her touch and she smiled at him. "Turnabout is fair play, my love," she singsonged, loving the power that she had over this beautiful man. Stroking him up and down, she smiled at how, with each movement, she elicited moans of pleasure and answering undulations from his hips. His skin was so incredibly soft, yet so very vulnerable and here he was allowing himself to be open, just for her.
His pulsing erection jumped in her hand, and pearly fluid condensed from the tip. She leaned forward, and when she flicked her tongue across the head, he almost sat straight up on the bed.
She took the head of him into her mouth, her lips closing around him. He groaned, filled with need, begging her to taste him, his speech almost unintelligible as she continued swirling her tongue around his heated flesh. She sucked deep, her lips sliding up and down, all the while her tongue laved the soft tissues, as his fingers tangled in her head, controlling the movements.
His hands gripped her head tighter. "Stop, Swan. Please."
She released him and leaned back, looking up at him. "You didn't like it?"
"I don't want to be inside your mouth when I come this time. I want to be inside your warm body when that happens so we can share in that pleasure."
"But," she stretched her nude body beside his, "I was enjoying myself."
"Trust me, you can enjoy yourself that way anytime you like, but for now, let me touch you so I can level the playing field."
Emma looked up at him, "Oh, I didn't realize we were playing."
"For keeps, Swan. Now, come here. His hands were everywhere at once, quickly followed by his lips and tongue, leaving no part of her untouched, he learned her body through sight, smell, taste, and touch. Finally, his patience almost gone, he sat up, sealing their lips and using his tongue and teeth to show her exactly the motion that he needed.
When he could stand it no longer, he rolled them onto their sides, gripping her thigh and lifting it high. The cool air against her sensitive parts was at war with the fire within her, and the fire was burning for more. A minor adjustment of his hips was all it took before he slid into the hot confines of her body.
"I'm never going to get enough of you," he panted as he started to move, setting a frantic pace. Each thrust sent a lightning bolt of sensation through her.
As his thrusts came faster and faster, she gripped him tighter, as though if she let go the magic would end. But she was so close, and she wanted to make it last as long as possible, so she continued to hold on. As their pace grew more frantic, she climbed higher and higher, forgetting everything and everyone except this man and the pleasure he was giving her. As she reached her high, her world fell away, sending shock waves spiraling over her body like ripples on the ocean.
She still tingled when she felt his body tighten and he moaned as his release went on and on. The bulging chords in his throat and the ripple of the muscles in his back enthralled her, and she thanked whatever fates had allowed this amazing man to be hers. Blinking rapidly, she worked on getting her breathing under control until she felt him finally beginning to relax.
Killian gazed lovingly at her and, with a tiny frown, wiped away a single tear that had escaped. "Tears, Swan? Everything alright?"
She kissed his thumb. "Tears of happiness, Killian. I love you."
"Good. Now let me hold you." Adjusting them on the bed, spooning up against her back, he wrapped her in his embrace, their cocoon warm and secure.
Emma gave her hips a little wiggle and grinned when she felt him groan. "Rocks my world and then wants to snuggle. How did I get so lucky?"
She could feel his grin against the side of her neck. "I'm the lucky one. Sleep, Swan."
As Emma drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in Killian's arms, she couldn't imagine it being any other way.
Was it worth the wait? Stay tuned for Chapter 8 next Wednesday.