Mary Margaret introduces Emma to yoga, and Killian is more than happy to help her deal with the aches and pains that come with it. Smut with minor plot.
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Emma had never been one for yoga. She could understand why people liked it but the practice never held any real appeal or benefit for her. In her bail bonds days, any sort of exercise Emma did was to ensure she'd be ready catch a perp, and nowadays it was to ensure the defeat of any villain that came stomping around Storybrooke. Having the limberness of a yogi didn't seem to fit into either of those categories, and she had simply ignored the practice entirely. But somehow Mary Margaret had managed to track down a yoga videotape in a town full of fairytale characters, and wanted to add it to her post-pregnancy fitness routine.
And she wanted Emma to join her on this quest for flexibility.
Emma didn't have the heart to turn her down.
The pair had spent the next afternoon in Mary Margaret's apartment dressed in leggings and t-shirts, following the movements of a tiny, innocuous, and yet almost grotesquely bendy, woman who insisted they "find their center", and "let peace fill their mind", while simultaneously working them to the bone and forcing them to fold their bodies into pretzels. Emma swore if the yoga instructor made them "chataranga" (whatever the hell that even meant) from downward dog into upward dog one more time she would break the damn videotape in half and hurl it straight into the wall. Although frankly, she didn't think she'd be able to move her arms above her head any time soon, let alone do any hurling.
By the end of the tape, both Mary Margaret and Emma were more than grateful for the chance to lie down and untangle their limbs. Emma's muscles were groaning in complaint at the yoga-induced abuse, but she recognized it to be a similar ache to any other long workout. It was the kind of exhaustion that slowed a person for several hours but ultimately could be overcome with a little rest and food.
Her limbs and joints, on the other hand, were another story.
Mary Margaret imagined it to be the same feeling as being stretched on the rack in a medieval torture. Emma couldn't be bothered to verbalize her agreement, and only nodded her head silently at her mother's comparison. Emma's limbs certainly felt like they had been pulled almost too far out of their sockets. It was as though they were made of over-stretched rubber bands and were desperate to recoil back into her joints, but slow to do so. The ache was unlike anything she was used to, and as much as Emma would have liked to stay on the floor of the apartment, prone and semi-lifeless, she knew she'd be more comfortable waiting out the pain in her own bed on the other side of town.
So with a quick goodbye and strained promise to try another yoga session once they'd both recovered (Mary Margaret insisted that even through the new pains and aches, the practice was something she wanted to learn.), Emma set about pulling herself up from the floorboards. It took Emma about twice as long as normal to pull herself upright, make her way down the stairs, and outside to her yellow bug, but she was proud to say she made it in one piece, even if she did have to limp down the staircase.
The drive back to the apartment she shared with Killian by the docks was a blissfully uneventful relief from the ache she was already feeling in her limbs. However, even with the rest, it somehow took Emma even longer to crawl out of her car and up the stairs to the apartment, her joints groaning in protest in time with the creaking floorboards beneath her feet. She had to stop once or twice to physically pull her legs up the flights of stairs to the apartment landing, all the while wishing she could just be settled on her couch already, curled around Killian with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. Maybe she could even convince him to watch a movie before she passed out from exhaustion?
Emma wasn't sure she even had the energy to pull out her keys and open the door, but thankfully she didn't have to worry about that. The door magically opened on it's own to reveal Killian in a t-shirt and sweatpants (His ears must have been burning just by her thinking about him.). Emma loved Killian's leather ensemble from his days aboard the Jolly Roger, but there was something about seeing him in such a casual outfit from her world that stole her breath just as easily. It shouldn't have been possible for anyone to look that good in such drastically different outfits, although it definitely didn't hurt that she knew he went commando under his sweatpants.
Bright blue eyes flickered in happiness at her arrival before narrowing in worry at the sight of her deflated shoulders and slumped form. "Swan? Has some demon bested you? You look exhausted love." He reached for her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, closing the door behind them as he ushered her into their apartment.
Emma toed off her shoes and lazily draped one arm around his waist. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, taking in his scent and letting it wash over her in waves of calm. He must have just come from the shower, she decided. She could feel just a bit of extra heat and moisture clinging to the skin of his neck where it met her forehead.
"Mary Margaret wanted to do yoga. It shouldn't hurt this much. Why does yoga hurt this much anyway?" Emma knew she was mumbling and probably wasn't making much sense to him, but she didn't especially care right then. She just wanted Killian's arm to stay wrapped around her in a warm cocoon and to sink into that heat.
He ran the hand around her shoulder and down her arm, soothing her as she let out a sigh of pleasure, nuzzling further into his neck. It was then he seemed to notice just how tense she was.
"Bloody hell Emma, your shoulders are hard as stone. Lie down, I know just what you need."
He moved her toward the couch, hand smoothing over her arm and shoulder in long strokes. Emma let herself be led, and let Killian direct her to lay face down on the sofa cushions.
"What are you planning, Jones? Because if it involves a blanket and an extended nap with you as my pillow, I'm all for it," She asked, sleep starting to fill her voice as she arranged her arms to lay in front of her over the armrest of the couch.
Killian chuckled, letting his fingers move to rub small circles at the base of her neck while he stood above her next to the sofa. "Not just yet, although I'll certainly be remembering your fondness of using me as a pillow. Let me work out some of that tension in your shoulders. Trust me, you'll not want to wake to that sort of ache in the morning."
"Is there another ache you'd rather I wake up with?" Blue eyes widened in surprise at her boldness then turned absolutely heated with a look that sent fire curling through her. Maybe she'd spent too long with Killian's innuendos as a verbal background, but she'd noticed herself playing along with them more and more often since they'd started living together.
Suddenly his simply standing over her next to the couch seemed more imposing then before. Confidence and heat seeped from every inch of him, from his bare feet to his smoldering grin, and Emma felt her breath quicken in anticipation. Emma knew exactly where this evening was headed now. If she let him, the shoulder rub Killian was offering her would be easily turned into a full body massage that could hopefully include a happy ending.
It'd be the perfect way to end an otherwise painful afternoon.
"Now that, Swan, is an ache I'll soon have you begging for. But first, I'd rather get you sorted." Emma's thighs clenched together at the promise his words held. Even when she was ready to offer herself up to him entirely, Killian Jones wanted to see to her needs first. Emma had learned quickly that Killian was an incredibly attentive lover, but the sheer extent of his devotion never ceased to amaze her and make her heart melt a little more.
He swung one leg over her hips and leaned over her on his knees so close that she could feel the heat of him through their clothes. She had to fight down the urge to raise her hips just enough to actually feel him through his sweatpants.
The hand he was still using to draw mindless patterns on her neck moved downward towards the center of her back, honing in on those areas that needed the most help but stopping short of applying any real pressure. He clicked his tongue in disapproval at the knotted muscles he found there. "Darling, I know you're a tough lass but this sort of pain needs taking care of. Let me take care of it for you. Let me take this hurt from you."
Her back ached so much that she didn't need too much convincing. She pushed her back upwards to meet his hand, breathing out a 'yes' as he started to apply more pressure to the muscles surrounding her spine. Emma briefly wondered if he would use the fingers of his hand to find the little nooks and crannies between her muscles, nimbly releasing the tension coiled inside her bit by bit. She imagined that since he had offered her this massage he had probably picked up several tricks over the years for how to give a one-handed massage (Unless he was going to bring his hook into the mix? Now that would be interesting.).
No matter what he did, Emma trusted him completely.
As it turned out, Killian didn't need his hook or even two hands worth of fingers to turn Emma into a needy pile of mush on the couch. He mostly used the heel of his palm and the stump of his left hand (When had he taken off his hook? Or had he never put it back on after his shower? Emma hadn't really noticed before.). The appendages worked deep into the taut muscles on her back, up and down the length of her spine and along her shoulders, slowly but surely easing the tightness in her limbs. His movements were firm but never painful, and had her groaning in relief within minutes while her mind went fuzzy.
She barely noticed when he moved his touch under her shirt, only that it felt infinitely better than before, especially when he grazed along the sides of her breasts several times, causing her breath to skip. As his hands forced the clothing of her shirt to ride up her body she felt it snag on something in the middle of her back.
Her bra, she realized hazily, was in the way.
Light laughter filled the air by her ear and Emma realized she must have spoken her thoughts aloud. "Yes Swan, your undergarment is in the way. Would you like me to remove it so I can continue?" The stump of his left arm continued it's deep, languid strokes against her skin while his fingers played with the clasp of her underwear; ready to snap it open in a moment.
"Yeah," She breathed, a satisfied smile reaching her features as she felt the clasp release and his ministrations continue unhindered.
Emma would have been content to fall asleep to the feeling of Killian touching her like this, but the way he kept her just aroused enough to stay awake, anticipating what he would do to her when the time came, was enough to keep her at least somewhat alert, even if her mind had long since gone hazy and blank in a daze of pure want. She lost track of time as he continued to maneuver his way across her skin, pushing and stroking and staying true to his promise to take away the pain in her muscles. Every so often his hands would venture away from the muscles around her spine, to her sensitive sides, the edges of her breasts, and very low on back side, skimming her clothed posterior, all the while keeping himself in constant contact with her bare skin.
The shirt rode further up her back, and was joined by her opened bra, exposing her bare chest. Her nipples tightened as they rubbed against the rough fabric of the couch cushions. Emma moved her chest against the material to relieve the growing ache in her core. She soon felt his lips join his hand on her skin, suckling gently but firmly enough to leave a mark, and her own hands gripped the armrest to steady herself. Her breathing quickened in further want and she felt the ache in core grow even as the ache in her limbs lessened.
Killian had barely touched her intimately but he already had her ready and more than needing to come, and he knew it, just like he always did.
"There's a good girl," He whispered, "That's feeling better already, isn't it? Is there something else you'd like? Do you want me to take care of you down here too?" He slid his hand around her front and stroked one finger dangerously low over her bare stomach, lips roving over her neck and up to her ear as he spoke. "You know I can take such good care of you," The finger moved down to her clothed center, just barely pushing into her through the fabric of her pants, and stroked her entrance lightly.
"Fuck, yes." Her hips moved on their own, leveraging against the couch underneath her to push against his fingers, trying to move them inside of her even through her leggings.
Laughter puffed against her ear at her desperation for release.
His fingers moved away from her core for only a moment to push under her leggings and slide into her panties. Her relieved breath quickly turned into a keening moan as two fingers drew several shallow strokes along the edge of her folds before sliding into her fully. She could feel the cold metal of his rings as he pushed his fingers into her up to his knuckles (He'd put his rings back on after his shower but not his hook? Another thing she hadn't noticed before.). His left arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as his fingers began to move inside of her. He pumped his fingers slowly, dragging out her pleasure and watching her face eagerly as her eyelids fluttered.
"I love having you like this Emma, so wet and tight for me, so responsive." His voice sent shivers straight to her center, working with his fingers to build her up higher towards that blissful peak. "You're absolutely breath-taking, Swan. I could watch you chase your pleasure forever." Emma needed him sooner than that. She needed him to send her over in the way only he knew how, but damn it her voice refused to work properly and she couldn't tell him that.
He added a third finger and kept his thumb on top of her clit the entire time, circling against the tiny nub at random intervals to send her higher towards her release, but never letting her fall over the edge. It was agony and paradise at once.
"Killian," Emma turned her head to lock eyes with him, finally finding her voice. "Please, I need…"
"As you wish, love." With that he curled his fingers just right to stroke that one spot inside her that had her seeing stars and moaning loudly. Emma's hands held the armrest in a vice grip as she came in long waves of ecstasy, the pleasure sweeping over her in the same languid strokes Killian had used before to soothe her aching muscles. Killian continued to stroke her through her orgasm with his fingers and words of praise, letting her down slowly until she came back from her high.
When she returned to full awareness, it was to Killian's lips kissing their way up her neck and his fingers leaving her center. "So beautiful. You're always so beautiful when you come. I told you I'd get you sorted first, Swan." He held his glistening fingers in front of her mouth and she opened her lips to take them in, tasting herself on him. Emma watched his eyes darken at the sight of her swirling her tongue around the digits.
"Do you ache, love? Tell me where you ache and I'll take care of it. Take care of you. Just say where." Emma recognized the sheer need in his voice and couldn't help the smirk that spread across her face, pleased to have broken his ironclad control.
"You know where, pirate." Her hips lifted against his obvious bulge and he ground against her deeply for a moment, leaving them both breathless.
Emma watched with hooded eyes as Killian's hand reached for her leggings, reluctantly leaning away from her body as he pulled the material down and off her legs. He tossed the clothing somewhere across the room along with her soaked panties before shoving his sweatpants down too, letting them hang low enough on his hips to reveal his hardened length.
She kept her hands gripped against the armrest and lifted herself to her knees, raising her behind high enough so that Killian's tip could brush against her entrance. His fingers swiped through the entrance of her folds, gathering the moisture there, and spread it across his member in several hard strokes.
He guided himself inside her slowly, controlling the pace and stretching her in the most delicious way. Emma fought to keep from forcing her hips backwards to just take him to the hilt, knowing how good it would be at a slower pace. He was taking his time tonight, even through his obvious need for her.
Once he was fully seated in her, Killian held still for a moment, taking in the feeling of her walls wrapped around him. But Emma needed him to move, to take her and send her over once more.
Her breathy 'please' was half muffled by the cushions and half by the needy fog in her head. He seemed to hear her plea well enough, because in the next instant he started moving. His hips moved slowly and with a great deal of control, but his thrusts were long and hard, hitting deep inside her to build her back up to the top of that blissful cliff.
Higher and higher she went, her moans growing louder as she drew closer. "That's it darling," Killian crooned in her ear, his voice sounding as wrecked as she felt. "Let me hear what I do to you. Come for me and let me catch you."
His words always seemed to do the trick, triggering her release without fail. This time when she came, it was in the same languid waves, but it seemed to last even longer than before. Her walls clenched down on Killian's length, earning Emma several tortured groans and curses from the man behind her. His thrusts grew frenzied as he found his own release soon after her, bringing her back to Earth after a time.
Her breaths were quick and her heartbeat quicker still as she lay on the couch completely sated and spent. Killian lay over her, his body a warm blanket to fend off whatever chill may have entered the apartment. Both of his arms wrapped around her and he pulled himself from her core, lowering them both more fully onto the sofa. Emma sighed, content, when he nuzzled his nose against her neck, ready to sink into a blissful slumber.
"Please tell me you're going to do this 'yoga' again, Emma."
"Why's that?" She didn't even turn toward him as she asked, too sated and content with where she was to be bothered to move from the sofa.
"If it means another chance to worship your body like this, then your physical pains are a burden I am more than happy to bear."
Emma smiled, feeling the pull of sleep on her mind. She didn't have to tell him she'd already agreed to another yoga session with Mary Margaret. "It's a deal, pirate." And she drifted off.