Disclaimer: Same as always.
A/N: So this happened. This one took me so far out of my comfort zone! I can't believe I'm posting it. The original plan was to have it start off mostly sweet, get a little steamy and then silly at the end. Which it does. But what was meant to just be steamy turned into full on smut. Now I really don't write smut. At all. I usually take more of a fade to black kind of approach. This one just started getting more involved and I went with it. This picks up right where part 1 of this twoshot ended with Emma remembering a particular sexual encounter with Killian. Then we'll bounce back to her in her office where things get silly and then smutty again. If that's not your thing, this one's not for you. The next oneshot will most likely be back to a K+ rating. Also, I'm not entirely convinced that Emma would actually be willing to do what she does at the end, but I kept it in there. Just be aware of three things: she may seem a little OOC at the end. This one is really long for me - like twice as much as my usual. And again, writing smut isn't something I've really tried before. Not like this. If it's not terrible, I may try again at some point down the road.
Rating: M - for smut and some language
Killian had been gone for a little over two weeks. Every once in a while, Captain Nemo came to Storybrooke to ask Killian to accompany him on a mission on the submarine. Most of these excursions only lasted for a week or even less, but this one had been more involved so it'd taken longer.
In fact, Emma thought that those two and half weeks had been the slowest weeks of her entire life. She and her daughters had missed him terribly. Oh, the first few days had been fine. She'd missed him, but it'd been tolerable. By the end of the first week, she'd been more than ready for him to come home. Not just for her sake, but for their girls. The rest of the time had been a kind of torture.
When the big day came and he finally walked through their front door, he was greeted by twin shouts of "Daddy!" He crouched down just in time to get tackled by both of his daughters. Emma hung back with a smile on her face as she delighted in the picture the three of them made together.
At one point, he looked up at her and the moment their eyes met Emma felt that instant jolt of love and connection. And lust. Her body had been aching for his ever since he left and it had gotten worse with each passing day. She watched his eyebrow quirk as he seemed to read her mind, shooting her a wicked smile that made her knees weak. It was the smile she associated with the pirate, that part of him that remained Captain Hook.
A smile that instantly softened as he looked back at Catalina as she told him about something that had happened while he'd been gone. It was extraordinary to watch how fast he could transition from pure pirate to devoted father. How he could send Emma a look heated enough to make her toes curl one second and look at his daughters adoringly the next, the heat completely replaced by sweet affection.
Emma watched their girls more or less talk his ears off, occasionally throwing in a comment about how much they had missed him for a while. This was the happiest her girls had been since he'd left and it warmed her heart. She eventually broke up the party to ask the girls to set the table for dinner.
She turned to grab the stack of plates for Catalina, turning again to grab the cup full of the silverware to give to Clara, who had practically skipped over at her. She smiled down at her youngest. "Happy, baby?"
"Daddy's home!" Clara said gleefully in response, making Catalina let out a cheer from the table.
"Yes, Daddy's home," Emma repeated, patting her lovingly on the cheek before letting her join Catalina at the table. By this point, Killian had stood to face her and Emma now held her hands out to him. "Hello, my husband."
"Hello, my wife," he replied with a grin, letting her tug him to her. "Did you miss me?"
"Oh were you gone? I didn't notice," she teased, laughing at the arched eyebrow she got in response. "Of course I missed you." She leaned in to give him an all too brief kiss before bringing her mouth to his ear. "I'll show you how much later," she promised softly, earning herself a low growl from him in response that made her stomach clench.
They'd made it through dinner and then later, when it came time to put the girls to bed they both wanted extra daddy cuddles before going to sleep. As impatient as Emma was to get her husband all to herself, she couldn't deny their girls cuddle time with their daddy. Especially not when they'd missed him so much.
And vice versa. Being away from his girls for that long had been hard for Killian. He'd known that he'd miss them a lot, but he'd underestimated just how much. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like if he'd had to be away for any longer. By the end of the trip, he was so antsy to get back home to them. Their extreme joy at seeing him again had humbled him. He knew they loved him, but it still took his breath away.
So he was all too happy to sit back on Catalina's bed with his daughters snuggled up on either side of him as he read them stories. They usually ended up in Catalina's room when they did this since Clara was easier to move once asleep.
He had had to make a concentrated effort not to focus too much on his wife since every time he looked at her, all he could think about was how much he wanted to touch her. How much he wanted to kiss her. There was plenty of time to do all of that and more, but this time belonged to his daughters.
He stayed with them until they'd both fallen asleep and then gently eased Catalina off his shoulder to her pillow while Emma picked up Clara. Leaning down to give Catalina a kiss on her forehead and whisper that he loved her, he then got up and took Clara from his wife to carry her to her room. He carefully set her down in her bed. As with Catalina, he told her he loved her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Emma following suit in both cases.
Emma led the way out of Clara's room and offered her hand to her husband, giving him a sly smile as she led him into their bedroom. She couldn't wait anymore. And as she found out a couple of seconds later, neither could he. He'd closed their bedroom door and the next thing Emma knew she was being pressed up against it while he proceeded to kiss her senseless.
His mouth was so hot and demanding and greedy against hers and she responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck as she strained against him. He felt so damn good. Hell, he felt better than good. He felt amazing against her. But their clothes were in the way. She wanted him naked and that sentiment was entirely mutual. They began practically tearing each other's clothes off.
Emma let out a growl of frustration as she struggled with the buttons on his vest; by that point, he was doing incredible things to her neck with his mouth that made it hard for to concentrate on the task at hand. "Killian." His name came out on a moan as his hand slid up her now bare stomach to her breast, he having already removed her shirt.
She finally managed to get his vest open and now struggled with the buttons on his shirt, vaguely aware of his hand moving down to the waistband of her jeans. He dropped to his knees, tugging her jeans down with him and quickly took off her boots and socks before divesting her of her jeans. He eased his way back up, leaving a haphazard trail of open mouthed kisses up her body on his way.
Emma felt like she was going to burst into flames as she drug that intoxicating mouth of his back to hers and resumed trying to unbutton his shirt. Only pulling away when her need for air demanded it, she let out a frustrated growl. She just couldn't get her fingers to work right in her desperation, so she ended up ripping his shirt open and sending buttons flying in the process. "Finally!" She cried out, triumphantly, as her hands skimmed up his now bare chest to shove the shirt and vest off his shoulders.
"Someone's a little eager," he chuckled, yanking the fabric the rest of the way off his body and then using his mouth to tease the other side of her neck.
"Someone's had to wait over two weeks to get you naked again," she shot back, somewhat breathlessly. His mouth had drifted to her collarbone which he nipped playfully in response.
"Fair point," he murmured, his head dipping lower to bring his mouth to her cleavage while his hand snaked around her back to unclasp her bra and yank it off.
"How is it that, oh." Emma's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as his mouth latched onto her breast.
"What was that, love?" He asked, innocently. His words may have been innocent but the way he was teasing her other breast with his hook was decidedly not.
"Stop talking," she managed. "And keep...doing...that." Killian's mouth was so hot against her skin and the hook was so cool in comparison. The contrast drove her crazy and he knew it. She felt his hook skim down her side as he brought his mouth to the other breast, his hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. "Bloody hell," she moaned.
"Always knew there was a little pirate in you," he chuckled, though it immediately turned into a groan as he felt just how soaked she was. "Mmm, Swan. So wet for me. Tell me something, love." He kissed his way back up to her mouth. "Does this feel good?" She felt him grin against her lips as she could only moan in response as he stroked her. "It does, doesn't it, Swan? You have missed your pirate, haven't you?" His lips found their way to her ear.
"Fuck yes," she sighed, making him groan as she raked her nails down his chest and stomach. "I need you."
"You have me," he assured her, angling his head to suck on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck as he continued to stroke her. He was making her feel so good, but it wasn't enough.
"No," she moaned, sliding her hands up his back. "I need you inside me."
"As you wish," he said roughly, sliding her panties to the side and pushing his finger inside her.
"That's...fuck." She clutched at his shoulders, as he thrust his finger in and out of her rhythmically. "That's not what I meant," she managed.
"No? How about this?" He pushed in a second finger to join the first. "You like this, don't you, love?" He was practically purring into her ear, his voice so deep and so husky that she could hardly stand it. "It feels good, doesn't it? You like the way my fingers feel inside you, don't you?"
"Killian...please," she groaned as he teased her by pulling his fingers almost completely out of her and kept them there. "Don't stop." She ground down with her hips, forcing his fingers to slide back in her all the way. She couldn't help it; she was so close.
"Mmm, that's right, my love. Take what you need from me," he urged. "That's the way, Emma. Fuck my fingers the way you want to fuck my cock."
Oh, how Emma loved when he got like this. Sometimes she thought she could get off on his dirty talk alone. It drove her crazy when his voice got all low like that. It sounded like pure sex to her ears. She redoubled her efforts, her nails digging into his shoulders as she chased her release.
"Come for me, Swan." His words pushed her over the edge and she cried out his name as her orgasm hit, scraping her nails down his back.
"Killian," she gasped out his name a second time as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her, making her moan softly as he brought them to his mouth to clean them.
"Mmm," he groaned in pleasure. "How is it that you get more delicious every time I taste you?"
"Fucking pirate," she muttered, dragging his mouth to hers.
"Well, if it's the pirate you want, love," he shot her a wicked grin as he eased back. "It's the pirate you shall have." He slid his hook under the waistband of her underwear and used it to rip them off of her. He sank back to his knees, once again leaving a trail of hot kisses - this time as he worked his way down her body. Stopping just before he got where she wanted him.
"Killian," she groaned. "Please..."
"Please what? Tell your pirate what you want." In truth, he was aching to give her what he knew she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it.
"You know what I want," she managed in response, attempting to push his shoulders further down with her hands.
"Oh do I? Are you sure?" He nipped at her hip bone.
"I'm not begging," she said, weakly.
"We'll see about that," he said in response. He teased them both by flicking his tongue at her center, barely touching her. But it was enough to make her moan in anticipation. "Is that what you want? Hmm? Do you want to feel my tongue on you, love?"
"Yes." She'd meant it when she said she wasn't going to beg, but on the other hand she was desperate to feel his mouth against her. It'd been far too long in her opinion. "Are you satisfied? Yes."
"Yes, what?" He asked, his voice dark. "Tell me what you want." He carefully punctuated his words in that way that made her shiver.
"Bloody pirate." She growled in frustration. "Yes, I want your tongue on me. Please." She could feel his breath against her and it was driving her insane. "Lick me. Please Captain."
"That's a good lass," he murmured, giving her a rough lick that made her gasp. "Mmm. Don't worry, love. Your Captain is going to take very good care of you." With that, he fastened his mouth to her core with a ferocity that took her aback.
"Fuck." Emma's hands fisted in his hair. His mouth was relentless against her and it felt incredible. "Fuck Captain," she moaned. "Just like that. Mmm, don't stop. Don't you dare stop." He growled against her in response, sending a wave of delicious vibration through her core.
Oh, the things her pirate could do with that talented tongue of his. She soon lost her ability to speak at all as he pleasured her with his mouth. She gave his hair a hard tug, earning her another of his growls. She loved when he growled like that; it was so hot. She brought her fist up to stifle her moans which were starting to get louder, due to his ministrations.
"Hook." She gasped. He had her right on the edge of what she knew was going to be a powerful orgasm. His mouth had fastened on her clit while his fingers pushed back inside her to effectively toss her over the edge. "Oh fuck." She threw back her head and bit down on her knuckle as it hit, sending a wave of pure ecstasy throughout her entire body. "Hook."
Killian couldn't stop licking her yet, even if his life depended on it. He couldn't stop. She tasted so bloody good. Not to mention that the way she was moaning was driving him completely insane. How he'd missed using his mouth to make her moan over the past few weeks. Sometimes he didn't know which one of them enjoyed it more. He was so hard that it hurt, but he still couldn't stop. Not yet.
"Hook." She was practically whimpering as his licks slowed to help ease her down off of her high. "Oh Killian."
"Mmm." He pressed his lips to her center one more time, softly this time, before easing back to grin up at her. "Gods, I've missed doing that." She merely groaned in response as he licked his lips, savoring the way her juices tasted on his tongue.
Killian kissed his way back up her body, letting out a soft grunt of pleasure as she drew his mouth to hers in a fierce kiss. "Thank you," she murmured against his mouth. She couldn't help it; she loved tasting herself on his lips.
He'd given her two incredible orgasms, but it wasn't enough. She wouldn't be satisfied until she had his cock buried inside her. She surprised him by flipping their positions suddenly. It was true that she desperately wanted him inside her, but first she figured it was time for a little payback. It was time for her to make him moan.
She kissed her way to his neck, punctuating her kisses with licks and stopping every now and then to suck on the spots she knew drove him crazy. Her hands went immediately to his waistband, her movements frantic as she worked to free him from his jeans. Now her mouth was hot as she kissed her way down his chest and stomach.
"Fuck, Swan," he grunted as she shoved his jeans down and took them and his boots off. "I need you, love."
"You have me." Oh, she enjoyed tossing his previous words back in his face. "Looks like I'm not the only eager one around here." She had him cussing again at the saucy smile she flashed up at him. "This looks pretty uncomfortable, Captain." She licked her lips as her eyes drifted back to his impressive erection. "Let's see if I can do something about that."
"Bloody hell." Killian gritted his teeth as she took him in her mouth. It was his turn to slide his hand in her hair to grip the back of her head as she alternated between sucking him and bobbing her head up and down his length. She gave a long hum of pleasure as her efforts made him moan. She loved making this man, this pirate, moan. It never failed to make her wet.
"As good as this feels," he managed after a little while, carefully pushing her away from him, albeit reluctantly. "And it feels fucking amazing, Swan. But I need to be inside you."
"Hmm," she smirked up at him, letting him yank her back to her feet. "Sounds good to me." She gasped as he reversed their positions yet again with absolutely no warning. He wasted no time in hoisting her upwards, causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his waist. "Bed. Now." She managed, groaning as she felt his hardness against her center.
"No, Swan." He gave a hard shake of his head. "We're doing this right here." His tone left no room for debate and she felt her stomach clench. She was practically dripping for him.
"Whatever you say, Captain," she said breathlessly, crying out in pleasure as he drove into her.
"That's right, love." He closed his eyes for a moment; it'd been far too long since he'd been inside her. "Take it right here." She clutched onto him as he began thrusting his hips, pushing his length in and out of her.
"Oh fuck." She clawed at his back as he took her, hard and fast. "Harder," she demanded. There'd be time for slow and sensual later, she thought dimly. But now they were both slaves to their urges and this was exactly what they needed. "Mmm, just like that. Fuck me Captain."
"As you wish." He was reduced to grunts and it was amazing that he'd even gotten the words out, he was so completely wrecked. "Fuck, Swan." He was frantic now, desperately trying to push her to her peak before he lost control.
"Hook!" She sank her teeth into his shoulder as she climaxed with a force that made her vision go hazy and robbed her of her breath.
"Emma." He was right behind her; her release sending him tumbling over the edge.
Emma was so grateful that he had her pinned between his body and their bedroom door because she wasn't sure if her legs would support her just yet. They were both practically panting for air and he bowed his head to rest against her shoulder. She turned her head to nuzzle the side of his neck. "Welcome home, Captain," she murmured, somewhat weakly.
"Mmm." He lifted his head to look into her eyes. "It's good to be home." He leaned in for a kiss, this one far more gentle than the previous ones had been. The flames that had burned so hotly between them moments ago had abated some, leaving a sweet warmth in its wake. His eyes softened as he studied her, almost reverently. "My Emma. I missed you, love."
"I missed you more." Emma let her forehead rest against his, sliding her hand into his hair and stroking it affectionately. "I love you, Killian."
"And I you, Swan." He brushed his lips against hers, smiling when she let out a soft sigh of protest as he eased himself out of her. She carefully unlocked her legs from around his waist, clutching onto him since she still didn't trust herself not to sink to the floor like a stone.
"Bed now?" She asked, softly.
"Aye. Bed now," he agreed, causing her to let out a squeal of surprise as he swept her up into his arms. Her arms naturally wound around his neck and she let out another sigh, a happy one this time, as he carried her to their bed. He set her down gently and she reached for him, tugging him to her and making him chuckle. "Again?"
"What do you think?" She asked, her hand coming to wrap around the back of his head.
"I think that you might be the death of me, Swan," he said, honestly.
"But what a way to go," she grinned at him.
"Could be worse," he agreed, bringing his mouth to hers in a sweet kiss.
Killian had just come in after finishing his shift and was making his way towards Emma's office. The greeting he'd been about to call out died on his lips as he was surprised into silence by the sight before him.
Emma was bent over her open filing cabinet, her hips swinging in time to the music she had playing. And she was singing. The "Shoop Shoop" song, of all things. He leaned against the doorframe, a smile on his face as he watched her.
"If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss. Oh-oh, it's in his kiss," she sang, completely oblivious to his presence as she straightened. "Kiss him, squeeze him tight, find out what you want to know." He lifted his hand to his mouth to try to stifle the laugh that wanted to escape as she danced her way backwards. "If it's love, if it really is, it's there in his kiss."
"How about the way he acts?" he asked, unable to help himself. At the sound of his voice, Emma jumped and cursed at the same time.
"Killian!" She spun around to face her now laughing husband with her hand pressed against her heart. "Don't do that! What the hell are you doing just standing there anyway?"
"Why, enjoying the show, of course. Tell me, Swan," he said, still chuckling. "Is this what you always do when you're here alone?"
"Don't be ridiculous," she sniffed, trying to play it off though her cheeks were tinged with pink as she reached to shut off the music. "I was cleaning my desk" She grabbed one of the few files that remained on her desk and lifted it in demonstration. "See?"
"You know what?" He asked, ignoring the question.
"What?" She asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion at the mischievous look on his face.
"I think you may have missed your calling," he replied, seriously. "Those kinds of moves were meant for the stage. No, no I meant it. A talent like yours shouldn't be wasted. I especially liked that little hip shake you were doing."
"For the love..." She brought her free hand to her forehead, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. "You could have announced yourself sooner, you know."
"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" he countered.
"Hmmph," she huffed, turning back towards the filing cabinet, still embarrassed. He chuckled again as she seemed to make a show of searching for the right spot to stick the file she was still holding. She let out another yelp of surprise as she suddenly felt his hand and hook on her waist. "How do you do that?"
"Do what, love?" He asked innocently. She bit back a sigh as she just barely felt the tip of his hook against her neck as he carefully drew her hair back. His hand, meanwhile, had settled on her hip.
"Sneak up on people like that?" She asked, somewhat breathless at his close proximity. He tapped his hook against her other hip.
"Pirate," he reminded her somewhat pointedly, making her close her eyes briefly in response. The memory of that particular sexual encounter was still fresh on her mind. "Well, if it's the pirate you want, love." Her heartbeat sped up as she recalled exactly what he'd done after saying that.
"That's it." His eyebrow quirked at the suddenly needy tone to her voice. "I'm sticking a bell on you." Emma frowned as she looked at the file still in her hand. "What was I doing?"
"I believe you were about to file that," he all but purred in her ear. His smirk returned as she shivered slightly in response.
Damn him, she thought. Leave it to her husband to somehow make filing papers hot. "Right," she nodded to herself. She cleared her throat, forcing herself to concentrate enough to stick the file where it belonged. Her now free hand came to rest on his.
"So is it true?" He wanted to know, though he made a point of keeping his voice soft.
"Is what true?" Emma found herself leaning back into him, needing more contact between them.
"The song." Her eyes fluttered closed again as his brushed his lips against the side of her neck. "What's the line? Ah yes." His lips skimmed her earlobe. "If you want to know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss. Is it?"
"It is," she smiled. "I mean, you show your love in a lot of ways, but yes. That's, um, what I was thinking about while that song played actually."
"Were you now?" He asked, sounding entirely too delighted by this revelation.
"Mm-hmm." She tugged on his hand to pull his arm more firmly around her waist before lightly sliding her hand along his forearm and back again. "I was thinking about you use your kisses to express your love. Not just for me, but for our girls too. I can always feel your love for me when you kiss me. And I'm positive it's the same for them."
"Good," he said simply. "Because I love you and our girls very." He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Very much. And I don't want any of you to ever forget that."
"Like we ever could," she said softly. She was practically burning from the memory of him taking her against their bedroom door, but now she felt a rush of affection for him mixing in with the lust. He was remarkably skilled at doing that and it was one of the reasons why she loved him so. Why she loved being his wife. "You know we all adore you, right?"
"Aye, well. That's because you all have impeccable taste," he quipped, making her laugh.
"Mm." It was the sound of pure contentment as she relaxed against him, loving the feel of him against her back. "You, uh, want to know what I thinking about just before you came in and scared the crap out of me?"
This was, admittedly, a dangerous question to ask him and she knew it. Because she knew that it would only fuel his ego and heaven knew his ego didn't exactly need stroking. Not in this department, anyway. But she couldn't resist. Especially not when she knew that this was a surefire way to fully awaken the pirate that was always lurking just under the surface. And she found herself craving the pirate.
"I was thinking about the last time you were out on the submarine," she began, a smirk of her own appearing on her face at his answering hum of acknowledgement. "When I had to spend over two weeks of nights alone in our bed missing you. Do you remember that? We'd just put the girls to bed and I led you into our bedroom. And you..."
"And I," he cut in, his voice deliciously rough in her ear. "Too you right there against our bedroom door. Aye. I'm not likely to forget that anytime soon, I assure you. If memories serve, I had you again in our bed afterwards."
"That you did," she confirmed. "Captain." That earned her a low growl in her ear.
"Careful, love," he cautioned, huskily. "You do remember that we're in the Sheriff station, right? Where anyone could come in?"
"I do, yes," she said, deliberately pushing her hips back against his and making him curse. "But it's been pretty quiet all day and thinking about that has gotten me all hot and bothered."
"Swan," he warned, his grip on his self-control slipping more and more with each word she said.
"Surely no self-respecting pirate would leave his woman in this position." Emma turned in his arms and wound her arms around his neck, a coy smile playing on her lips as she continued. "You know, all wanton and willing."
"Why Mrs. Jones," he drawled, unable to keep a grin off his face as he studied her. "Is it my imagination or are you trying to proposition your deputy? Some might consider that bad form."
"I believe I implied that it was the pirate that I wanted, Mr. Jones," she teased him. "But if you'd like to play this game, let me remind you that I'm the Sheriff which makes you," she poked him on the chest, "my subordinate. And as such, you're supposed to do what I tell you. Is it bad form? Probably." She shrugged a shoulder as she traced his bottom lip with her finger. "But it would feel so good."
"Oh, it would feel better than good, love," he assured her. "I promise you that."
"Mmm, so tell me. Which one do I get? The good little deputy who would never dream of doing anything inappropriate at work." She pouted a little to indicate what she thought of that prospect. "Or." The corners of her mouth tilted upwards, his eyes darkening to a cobalt blue as she ran her hand down his torso to cup him through his jeans. "The pirate who doesn't give a damn about what's appropriate and would have no problem taking his woman right here? Who do I get? Deputy Jones or Captain Hook? What name should I call you?"
"Let's go with my more colorful moniker," he said, darkly. "Hook." With that, he crashed his lips to hers in a searing kiss that sent her reeling even as it made her heart sing in victory. He used his hand to shove the filing cabinet drawer closed before backing her up against it.
"There's my pirate," she sighed in pleasure as he ravaged her neck with his mouth. She tilted her head back to give him better access. "Don't you dare stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," he said between kisses.
"This'll have to be fast," she reminded him, moaning as he palmed her breast over her shirt. "I need you."
"As you wish," he grunted, moving to unfasten her jeans and sliding his hand inside them. "Bloody hell, Swan."
"This is entirely your fault." She wriggled against his hand, loving the way it felt against her. She was amazed that she'd gotten the words out. "Hook." She found herself being spun around and then bent over her desk. She leaned on her forearms as he yanked both her jeans and underwear down to her knees.
The sound of his zipper was like music to her ears. It struck her that though the likelihood of someone coming in was slim, especially at this time of day, the risk was there all the same. Something about that knowledge made her want him all the more. "Take me, Hook," she demanded. "Don't...don't make me wait."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he managed as he made them both moan by pushing into her. It was exactly the way she wanted it: fast and hard and desperate. It didn't take long. She cried out his name when she came and dimly heard him cry out hers shortly afterwards.
"Holy hell," she gasped, a little while later, after he'd decided to clean her up. With his tongue. She'd remained on her forearms trying to catch her breath while he pulled out and grabbed a tissue from the box on the filing cabinet to hastily clean himself up. She'd heard his zipper close as she finally started to rise, about to ask him for a tissue when she'd felt his hand on her back urging her back down.
"Leave it to me, love," he'd said, instantly dropping to his knees before proceeding to, ahem, clean her most thoroughly. If that was what he wanted to call it, though she supposed she was clean by the time he'd finished. Somehow him using his tongue on her in her office the way he had was almost hotter than him taking her from behind in it. That orgasm seemed even more delicious than the first.
She'd made the mistake of mentioning that to him once she'd straightened back up and turned to face him, her jeans properly fastened once more. He'd responded by pointing out that it was more delicious for him too. The look in his eyes, combined with the way he'd deliberately licked his lips right before saying it, almost had her dragging him down to floor.
But she somehow resisted the urge, choosing instead to tug him to her and give him a kiss that warred between sultry and sweet. In a perhaps surprising twist, sweet won out in the end. She brushed her nose against his as it ended, beaming at him once she eased back to look into his eyes.
"What?" He asked, those blue eyes of his sparkling as he looked at her.
"I love you," she grinned at him. "A lot."
"I love you too," he grinned back, "a lot. Come here." He pulled her close, rubbing her back as she relaxed against him once more. A few moments later she felt him press his lips lovingly against the side of her head. And so her thoughts about his kisses came full circle.
She loved Killian so much. And his kisses.