A/N: Okay, so I may have gotten just a little carried away with this one... Hope you lot don't mind its length!
Need You Tonight- INXS
(Definitely) Rated M
So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind
I need you tonight
'Cause I'm not sleeping
There's something about you girl
That makes me sweat
The Rabbit Hole was unusually crowded tonight. Hook sat in his preferred seat at the bar, a perfect vantage point for watching the other patrons. Tonight, however, there was one patron in particular on his radar.
He sipped his drink as he watched Emma mingle with her friends and other acquaintances around the bar. She'd seen him when she walked in, giving him a dazzling— albeit brief— smile before joining her friends at one of the high tables on the other side of the room.
She looked especially alluring tonight. She had on a skin-tight black dress, under which she wore a pair of black tights. And the black stiletto heels she wore brought the look together in the most delicious of ways. His eyes watched her every move as her lithe frame glided across the room from where she sat to where he was sitting at the bar.
"Good evening, Captain." She had a playful glimmer in her eye, and Hook couldn't help but shudder at her nearness as her shoulder brushed his.
"Good evening, love." He replied as he took a sip of his rum, looking her up and down. "You know, lass, I must say: leather suits you quite well." He leaned forward, allowing his lips to brush the shell of her ear as he spoke, his voice growling its way out of his throat. "However, I can't help but wonder if it wouldn't look even better in a heap on the floor of my cabin."
Emma bristled, as if frozen by his words. That only lasted a minute, however, and she regained her composure as if he hadn't said anything. "Good question. Shame you won't get to find out, though." She shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave as the bartender handed her the drink she'd asked for. "See you later." He watched her walk back to her table and resume her seat next to Ruby.
He watched her intently for the next twenty minutes. She'd finished her drink, and was talking amicably with her group. The way she'd throw her head back in laughter reminded him of how she did that same move while writhing underneath him. It looked different from this angle. Different, but nonetheless beautiful. Beautiful, alluring, seductive, and downright arousing.
Emma in bed was probably not the best thing to daydream about in public. He realized this as he felt his pants grow tighter and he shifted in his seat to find a more comfortable position. Emma Swan— the sheriff, the savior, the only weak spot in his defenses— was a bloody tease. And he was damned well going to make her pay for it.
After a few more agonizing minutes of watching her, she finally rose from her table and came back over to the bar. This time, however, she went to the end opposite him, clearly intent on keeping her distance this time. He was having none of that.
"Oi, Swan." Hook called as he hopped off of his stool, walking up behind her and placing his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you pay me a little visit later on?" He brought her body flush against his, softly rutting his hips against her backside, allowing her to understand the current state of his arousal.
She moved her hips ever so slightly against his before turning around to look at him, pupils dilated and breath slightly quickened. "I would, but I can't. I have too much to do tomorrow morning." She eased herself away from him but only managed one step before his arm came around her waist.
"So, you mean to leave me like this? Desperate and wanting? Positively aching for you?" Again, she tensed up, only this time it was a little more evident. "You want it, princess. Just as badly as I do. I'd bet any price that you're already ready for me. Would I be wrong? I'd bet that you've been thinking about me. Thinking about what I want to do to you. Or perhaps what you want to do to me. Just waiting for me to get you alone and—"
He was silenced when she crushed her lips to his, catching him off-guard. His mind reeled for a second before he responded to her, wrapping his arms even tighter around her waist.
She moaned softly into his mouth as her tongue swept over his. He could taste the whiskey that she'd been drinking and reveled in the way it complimented her unique taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hand began to explore her body, traveling up her side before settling on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
That seemed to jolt her back to reality. A second later, her eyes were opened wide and she took a step away from him, pushing him on the chest. Emma tucked her bangs behind her ear as she tried to catch her breath. "Killian. You cannot do that to me. We are in a public place. It's hard enough to just sit across the room from you."
Hook tried to hide his triumphant smile. "Ah, so you were thinking about me, then?"
Emma groaned and rolled her eyes. "Of course I was. How can I concentrate on anything else when you're watching me with those eyes?" The words she said were complimentary, but she spoke them in a biting and frustrated tone that made him want to laugh.
He stepped closer to her again, kissing her on the neck before trailing his lips up to meet hers. "Gods, Emma, I want you. It's been almost a bloody fortnight since I've had you alone for more than five minutes."
She sighed, playing in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I know, Killian. I want you, too, but things have been really crazy at the station, you know that. I can't just neglect my job to roll around in bed with you." She shivered when she felt his teeth scraping along her neck. "As tempting an as offer that is."
She could feel him smiling against her neck before he kissed it again. Hook sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. "I know, lass. Just don't forget about me when you're finally free."
Emma smiled sweetly at him, trailing her hands over his chest and into his coat, scratching lightly at his back and sides. "Forget about all this?" She asked playfully as she allowed her hands to continue their trail downward, stopping at the bulge in his pants. "Not likely." She gave him a light squeeze through his pants before pecking him on the cheek and walking away.
Hook watched her incredulously as her hips swayed back and forth, momentarily hypnotizing him. He shook his head, trying to muster enough brain power to figure out what he was going to do next.
He settled his bill with the bartender before walking out of the Rabbit Hole and into the night air.
It had to be just after midnight when Hook awoke in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding and he could feel a distinct tightness between his legs. This was the third or fourth time that he'd woken up now, and despite his previous attempts to handle himself, his need was clearly not sated.
He remembered Emma's words about being busy with work, but he could no longer bring himself to care. He'd waited long enough, and he needed to have her. Now.
He jumped into his clothes and started off in the direction of her apartment.
The frantic pounding on her front door startled Emma out of her sleep, and she was grateful that Henry was with Regina for the night, or else he might've been scared.
She had only been asleep about an hour or so. She was so tired when she came back from the Rabbit Hole that she hadn't even bothered to fully undress, choosing instead to remove only her tights before collapsing on her bed.
She opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Hook leaning up against the door frame. "Hello, Swan."
He stepped into her apartment, placing his hand and hook on either side of her face. He leaned in to kiss her, but Emma dodged it, intent on finding out what was up.
"Killian, what's going on? I thought I told you that we can't—"
"Shhh." She was cut off by his lips as he pushed them into hers, not allowing her to complete her thought. "I remember perfectly well what you told me, Swan. The thing is, I needed you so badly that I just couldn't sleep. And after our little exchange in the bar, I know that you've been wanting me, too." He said, trailing his hand down her body.
Emma gasped when his hand ran over her breasts. He was right, it had been too long, and she'd missed being with him like this.
"Fine." She sighed. "Let's go upstairs."
Hook chuckled, pulling her even closer into his body. "Oh, no, lass. I mean to have you right here."
She felt a shiver run down her spine at the tone in his voice. Before she could even react, he flipped her around, pulling her back flush against his chest as he trailed his hand up and down her side. He pulled on the hem of her dress, bunching it up so that he could have access to her underwear. "Gods, Emma. I've been needing this for a while now. I've missed you so much."
He spoke to her softly as he cupped her through the material of her panties. He rubbed her through the fabric for a bit before pushing it aside and running a finger over her slick flesh. His breath hitched and then he laughed, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through his body. "I take it you missed me, love?"
He didn't wait for an answer before he continued his work, drawing her wetness up over her clit before working it in tight circles. "Fuck, Emma. You're so wet for me. Always so ready for me." He kissed her neck, delighting in the soft moans that were coming from her mouth. But he wasn't satisfied.
He lead her over to the kitchen table and bent her over it, pressing down between her shoulder blades so that her ass was forced slightly upwards. "So beautiful." He muttered to himself has he brought his hand back to her throbbing heat, forcing her panties over her hips and down to her ankles.
He ran his fingers over her clit once again, enjoying the way she shuddered at the contact. He then pushed a finger inside of her, smiling to himself when she arched further into his touch, moaning out his name.
"Killian. Fuck." She groaned, grinding her ass against him, desperate for the friction. She moaned even louder when he added another finger and started thrusting them in and out, dragging against her walls and pulling her closer and closer to release.
"Tell me, Swan. Have you thought about this? Did you touch yourself and make believe that it was me? I want to know." His voice was gruff and lecherous, his tone sending a chill down her spine.
"Yes. Fuck, yes." She panted desperately as she brought her hand down to join his, rubbing her clit while he fucked her with his fingers. "Killian, I'm so close."
He growled and moved his fingers more erratically now, causing her movements to falter on her clit as her inner walls started to spasm and release slammed into her. She started to shake and struggled to stay standing as her knees buckled.
He continued to work his fingers in and out of her as she came down from her high. When he removed his hook from Emma's back, she kicked off her panties and turned to face him with hooded, lustful eyes. She gave him a wicked smile before sitting down on the table and moving so that she was just barely perched on the edge. She reached for him and pulled him close by the lapels of his coat, wrapping her legs around him. She kissed him hungrily and gasped sharply against his mouth when he rocked the bulge in his pants against her still-sensitive core.
She broke the kiss to untie the laces of his pants, pushing them down his hips. Once they'd fallen to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them off along with his boots. Next, he shrugged off his coat, then off came the vest and shirt. He was completely bare in a matter of seconds.
While he was undressing himself, Emma took the liberty of pulling off her dress (with much difficulty), then removing her bra. He looked over her naked form with hungry eyes, as if he were able to consume her completely with just his fiery gaze.
He resumed his position between her legs and kissed her passionately. Her hands raked up his sides as she threw her head back, giving him access to her neck. He kissed her down from her chin, to her neck, to her collarbone, enjoying the light grunts and groans that escaped her throat at the contact.
When he reached her breasts, he kissed them tenderly, kneading the flesh of one in his hand while he kissed and sucked on the other. She arched her back into his touch, moaning desperately when she felt the light scraping of his teeth on her flesh. Before too long, she'd had enough.
"Killian." She breathed out, surprising herself with the breathless urgency in her voice. "I need you. Please, Killian."
Hook stood upright and gave her a devilish smile. "As you wish, my love."
He leaned on the table and planted his hook and hand on either side of her hips, allowing her to guide him to her entrance. She spread her legs a little wider and pulled him forward. Hook gasped when he brushed against her slick folds, biting her on the shoulder to keep from crying out when she rubbed the head of his cock over her clit.
"Emma," he warned, "stop teasing unless you're prepared to face the consequences."
He heard her giggle softly before she brought her lips to his ear, biting him gently on the lobe. "Do your worst, Captain."
"Remember one thing: you asked for it." Hook all but growled as he slapped her hands away from his cock and threw her over his shoulder, running off in the direction of her bedroom.
He kicked open the door and threw her down on the bed. Emma giggled as she scrambled further onto the mattress.
"Believe me, love. This is no laughing matter." He nearly whispered as he crawled up the bed. He grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her down to him. He then grabbed her by the hip and flipped her over onto her stomach. He settled over her body, his lips ghosting over her ear as he pressed his erection against her backside.
"You should have just let me have you in the kitchen, Emma. That would have been gentle and slow. Just what you wanted. I can promise you no such experience now."
She turned her head and gave him a defiant look, grinding her ass into his hips. "And who says that that's what I wanted?"
Hook couldn't help but smile at the tone in her voice. "That's my girl." He said as he placed a knee on either side of her legs. He took his cock in his hand and used it to separate her folds, granting him entrance to her throbbing center.
He pushed forward, allowing her only the head of his cock. He bit down on his lip when he felt her starting to wiggle under him. She bucked her hips back into him, desperate for movement. It was working, but she still wasn't getting what she was longing for.
"Killian. Move." She all but whined, finally giving up on her weak attempt to find satisfaction.
Hook shook his head at her, trying to bite back his smug grin. "Oh, no, lass. I make the demands here." He punctated the end of his statement by giving her a quick slap on the ass. "This is your punishment, remember?" She groaned and buried her face in the mattress. "I want you to beg me, Emma. I want you to tell me how much you've missed my cock. How much you've missed feeling me inside of you. How badly you need me to fuck you senseless."
When she remained silent, he plunged himself fully into her, only to pull out again. "Emma." He spoke her name as both a warning and a praise. "I know you want me. You're practically dripping with desire. All you have to do is say the words, love. Say them and I'll give you what we both want."
Emma propped herself up on her elbows and turned her head so that she could look him in the face. "Killian." She sighed his name, closing her eyes as it left her lips. "Please fuck me. I've missed you so much that I swear I'm going to burst if you don't take me right now."
Hook leaned down and kissed her as best as the angle would allow. "There. Was that so hard?" He asked her in a somewhat gloating tone. Without allowing her a chance to respond, he pulled out completely and flipped her over onto her back.
He positioned himself between her legs and hooked the crooks of his elbows under the backs of her knees, giving him better access. He felt one of her hands come around his cock as she guided him to her entrance. He smiled at the fact that she'd apparently learned her lesson, cutting directly to the chase this time.
He pushed himself into her slowly, allowing her a second to adjust before he withdrew and slammed fully into her. She whimpered at the contact as he stretched her in the most delicious way. "Fuck, Emma." He groaned into her neck. "So tight, love. So tight and wet and bloody perfect. Gods, I missed you." He started to pick up the pace of his thrusts now, and he adjusted his angle so that he could brush against that spot within her.
"Fuck, Killian. Right there. Don't stop." She breathed into his ear, kissing and sucking at his neck as he obeyed her command. She could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach and she started to grind her hips into his as best as she could.
He set down one of her legs so that he could snake his hand between them and rub her clit with his thumb. He smirked into her neck as she squirmed at the added stimulation and her walls started to flutter around his cock. "Yes, Emma. Just like that. Come for me, darling."
That was all it took. A second later, Emma threw her head back and scratched desperately at his back as her orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shake and tremble as he continue to pound into her relentlessly.
"Yes, Emma." He praised her, his voice growing weak and strained. "I love the way it feels when you come around me." He could only manage a few more thrusts before hips started to go erratic, and he was spurting his release deep inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her, vaguely registering the feel of her arms wrapping around his body, holding him close. He nuzzled her neck as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the smell of her perfume. "Am I crushing you, love?"
He felt her shake her head before she answered. "A little, but I don't care."
Hook chuckled softly as he kissed her neck, making a trail up to her lips. He gave her a slow, passionate kiss that he was sure would have ignited another fire, were they not so exhausted. He then reached for the covers and pulled them over their bodies as he snuggled in closer to her.
Emma cradled him in her arms as he lay with his head on her chest, just under her chin. Their contented breathing filled the room as they relaxed in the afterglow of their union. She played idly in the hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers scratching lightly against his scalp as he murmured sweet nothings into her skin. He laid with her for a few more minutes before he finally stirred, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
Emma leaned up on her elbows, one eyebrow raised. "And just where do you think you're going?"
He turned back to her with a confused look on his face. "If I recall correctly, Sheriff, you mentioned earlier that you have to work early in the morning."
"Damn, that's right." Emma turned around to look at her clock radio, which read 1:22. "You might as well stay, though. I'm not quite sure I'll even be able to walk."
Hook laughed, but shook his head. "No, Emma. Don't let me distract you from your duties." He leaned in to give her a quick kiss and once again made to leave.
She sat up now, which he could tell was a chore for her. "Killian, please. Just stay with me."
His heart fluttered at the pleading tone in her voice. He raked his hand through his hair and rejoined her under the covers. "Who am I to deny my lady what she wants?"
Emma turned onto her side as he got in behind her, pulling her into his body and wrapping an arm around her waist. "I love you, Killian."
He kissed her hair and smiled against the back of her head. "I love you, too. And for the record, love, I was right about the dress."
Emma had almost fallen asleep, but was distracted by his statement. "The dress? What about it?"
Hook smirked and pulled her impossibly closer so that he could whisper in her ear. "It looked much better on the floor."
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