47. "No one needs to know."
Captain Swan, season 2 divergence
"This is wrong." She gasped as her hands ran through his back, feeling his muscles under the fabric of his black shirt. His vest had already been discarded and laid on the floor of the room he'd gotten at Granny's. He had her pressed against the door, his body connecting with her in all the right places, his hips pressing against hers in a deliciously aching way.
"Feels quite right to me." He whispered against her ear, his tongue licking her earlobe before biting it lightly with his teeth and starting moving down, trailing kisses to her neck and collarbone. She moaned softly and he stopped his kissing to look at her with a smug smirk on his face. "And it seems it feels quite right for you as well, Swan." He brushed his lips against hers, before diving to kiss her properly, unabashedly, pressing his hips even closer to hers.
He hadn't felt like this in centuries. It wasn't just lust, it was want, need, desire. She was intoxicating: her scent, her hair, the texture of her skin. He needed to feel her, taste her, smell her. Have her.
"Swan…" His voice was rough from need, and it made her entire body feel on fire. "Swan, I want you, princess, like I haven't wanted anyone in centuries. I want to map your entire body, love, find every spot that makes you moan, I want to drive you insane with my touch and then watch you fall down wildly in my arms." He trailed kisses along her jaw, his hand fondling her breasts through her shirt, pressing his need against her, making her gasp.
Her hips ground against his and he groaned. She did it again, and again, elated and aroused by the sounds he was making. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, trying to catch his breath.
"Love, if you want to stop, now is the time." He offered, his blue eyes looking at her with crystal passion. He looked wrecked as his raspy voice spoke, his eyes never leaving hers. He wanted to make sure she'd see he wasn't lying. "Just know one thing, Emma. There is nothing I want more at this moment than you. Nothing."
Not even my revenge.
Her hand caressed his cheek in a softly, tender manner. He leaned on her touch, sighing. "No one needs to know, love. It can be our little secret." He said almost tenderly as his hand caressed her thigh. "I'm wretchedly infatuated with you, Emma." He confessed.
He pressed his lips softly against hers, kissing her slowly before looking at her one more time: "What do you say, love?" He asked, his voice broken with need.
She pulled him towards hers in a long, searing kiss. "Show me, Captain."
He lifted her up, her legs tangling around his waist as he started to kiss her one more time and walked them to the bed.
He mapped her entire body that night, thoroughly, endlessly. He watched her lose herself in him and he watched her fall down wildly in his arms, taking him along for the ride. As he tried to catch his breath, his hand caressing her thigh, his lips pressing soft kisses on her shoulder blade, he knew one thing for certain.
He would never again want anything more than her.