Smutty from here on out, folks :] enjoy! As always, all rights/characters belong to OUAT. I own nothing except my love for Colin O'Donoghue and his glorious existence.

The world was a blur around her, the rich reds and golds of the walls and it's adorning art melting together as her mind went dizzy. The floor seemed to vanish between her bare feet and the light feel of air beneath her body replaced the tingle of the hardwood on her toes. Killian's arms were strong, one palm pressed hard against her lower back and the other hand holding her jaw as his kiss deepened. His fingers tangled in her damp hair, twisting loosely as he pulled her body tighter against his. It was like he was trying to swallow that single word - that agreement she'd given him. This kiss was his forfeit. It was the final breaking point of his last thread of resolve. It was his complying promise to walk the thin line between existence and execution, but his broken ability to resist was not where the actual threat was waiting.

No, Emma was almost sure his lips and that thing he did with his tongue were going to be the true end of her. She was also positive that somehow, he'd never allow such a thing.

No, this was Killian. He'd keep her safe. He'd protect her. He'd care for her. He'd ravish her - and he would completely and totally devour her. That combination of things was worth the sacrifice. If indulging in the possibility of this man was a sin, then she would gladly take the next available ride to hell.

"Emma…"

Her name caught hard in his throat as he slowed his unnatural speed, bracing her against the intricate brass railing of the stairs. She'd barely noticed the way he had literally swept her right off her feet and up the long hallway to the foyer. His lips fell on her neck in a heated trail as she recalled the last time they'd been in this position. It was a stance full of that same fire, only the solid wood door that he'd held her up against was now replaced with the cold metalwork currently making indents in her back.

He'd said he couldn't fly, but the way he yanked her close to his chest while he sped up the staircase was making her question that. They spun quickly as he lowered Emma to the ground and her hands pushed hard on his bare, solid stomach. Killian's broad shoulders hit the deep red wall to the left of the upstairs landing with a dull thud, the noise sounding through the echo accommodating space. She didn't mean to shove him so roughly, but the shock that filled his expression was immediately followed by a feral grin that awakened something dark in her.

She wanted to ravage him - every inch and every single decade of him. If she was to be his, then he was going to be completely hers.

"Killian," she choked out, biting her lip as he latched back onto her neck. "Where's, oh, your….bedroom?"

"Here, love," he breathed, pulling her back into his embrace. "This way."

Emma blinked hard, only to find that he'd carried them at that lightning speed into a large, low lit room that she'd only ever dreamed about. The ceiling was high and the walls decked in exposed brick and wood. Her eyes were drawn to the fireplace crackling to the side of the wide open doorway, the large mantle hanging over it bare but supporting a large oil painting of a navy ship. There were large windows tiled in frosted glass that would probably allow light to dance through them when the sun rose. They were concealed slightly by heavily woven curtains that hung the entire length of the walls, brushing the wood floor below. The position of two towering lamps pulled her vision to the opposite side and a soft gasp left her lips when she noticed his bed. It was huge - four tall, thick wooden posts and silk sheets with oversized pillows. It was neatly made, a characteristic fact of this tidy man she'd fallen for but also an observation that needed be be rectified immediately.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, love?"

His hands were firm at her waist as his tender tone grazed her ear. Emma allowed her eyes to close as she absorbed his oh so soft touch, wanting to melt into it and hoping he'd catch her if she did. Something told her he would. Of course he would.

"Either you're having second thoughts-" he said softly, moving around to face her. "-or you're seriously concerned about my decorating sense."

"I'm not….and it's beautiful," she smirked, dragging her hands down his chest. "So I can assure you, Dr. Jones, my thoughts are elsewhere."

"Ah," he grinned, kissing her shoulder. "Somewhere I might be invited?"

Emma mused silently at his question, still a bit enthralled by the fact that he couldn't read her thoughts. She was even more flattered by the fact that he was choosing not to try. The idea of him being that man - that dashing gentleman from over a century ago - was intriguing. It was a man she wanted to know more about and a territory she longed to explore. Just not tonight. No, tonight was about something even more tempting.

"Swan?"

His inquiring use of her name pulled her back to the moment and Emma took in the sight of him standing a stride away from her. The dull glow from the lamps nearby offered a shadowy view of his bare body and tracing the lines of his muscular frame was something Emma couldn't pass up on. He had wide shoulders, ones that were accompanied by strong arms and those skilled hands so was so fond of. His chest was defined and covered with dark hair that trailed down his torso to his long, lean legs. She couldn't help the way her eyes hinged on the generous length bobbing against his flat stomach. She bit her lip gently, watching him with callous curiosity as he seemed to do the same to her. It was an erotic pause in the midst of everything and despite her mind's desire to gaze at the naked man before her, her body seemed to want something more.

"Emma," he said softly, his hand reaching down to stroke the hardness between his legs. "Come here."

He'd barely said the words when she descended toward him, her hands firm on his biceps as she nudged him toward the bed while tangling him in a heated kiss. His calves bumped the bottom of the wood bed frame and he stumbled slightly, pulling back from the kiss just enough to grasp the sides of her face. His eyes were that beyond blue color, simmering and wanting as he stared purposefully at her.

"Emma, you're sure?"

She gave him a subtle nod, trying to assuage his uncertainty while containing her escalating desire to obliterate him. He smirked lightly as he took notice of her lack of composure before diving back into the kiss. His lips explored hers in a frenzy, moving carefully and callously all at once. He nipped at her lower one, prompting her mouth to open so his tongue could find hers. Emma drove her hands into his dark hair as he smiled into the kiss, his confidence quickly returning as he sets his hands on her bare hips.

"Do you always have to be-" she taunted, pushing hard on his shoulders until his back fell against the fabric of the sheets with that stunned expression. "-so smug about it?"

He didn't reply, opting instead to pull her mouth back down to his as she straddled him. He groaned when she slid to sit on the lower part of his stomach, her damp core rubbing against him as his hand held firmly on the back of her scalp. God, she loved that sound.

"Bloody hell, Emma," he growled, tearing his lips from hers for a moment. "You are so wet."

"I know," she gasped, a slightly inhuman sound falling from her lips when he gripped her thighs. "You just….god, you….seem to do that to me."

"I will never….apologize for….that, love-"

"Mmmm," Emma hummed, grinding against him. "Good. God, that's good."

Their fiery kiss resumed and Killian's thumbs anchored his hands on her hips, his fingernails digging gently as she writhed against him. Holding her steady, he let her set the pace and Emma was positive she would combust before they even started. He cursed softly when their mouths parted for a moment, the explicit words telling her he was equally affected as he slowly teased the length of her spine with his fingertips. Chills surged across her skin and his teeth caressed her jaw as he grinned.

Cocky bastard, she thought as he kissed her neck with the following sweep of his tongue.

Emma was quickly hypnotized into the pattern his mouth was following, so much so that his swift movement caught her off guard when he flipped them. Landing on her back, the luxurious silk under her burning skin made her shiver and she fought to catch her hindering breath as he gazed down at her. His eyes were dark and determined, like the silent blue calm before a raging black storm. Emma wanted to drown in them.

"You are an absolute wonder, Emma Swan," she said softly, hovering and threading his leg between hers. "A beautiful temptress who I doubt I've ever been able to resist."

"Then don't," she told him, placing her hand at the back of his neck and pulling his mouth closer. "Just kiss me."

He let out a single, untamed grunt as his lips resumed hers and he took her free hand in his firm grip. Threading her fingers through his, Killian lifted and pressed their linked hands into the open space the sheets near her head. Emma felt her entire body vibrate and her senses soared when his fingers slid across her palm, fusing them more into the mattress and the manic moment. Her skin was flushed and on fire - the skin she wanted him to sink his teeth into. It was with every single second and every movement of his excruciatingly toned body, she fell more and more victim to that twisted desire.

They'd only just begun and there was zero sanity in sight. Emma quickly decided that if this was her demise, she was one hundred percent willing to fall into it.

"Killian," she pleaded, her hips pushing up into his. "I need you. I want….to feel you."

"Emma, I….god, I want you….love," he gasped, dragging his hard length through her wet core in a teasing test. "Say it again. Say you want this."

"God, I want it - please, Killian," she whimpered as her fingernails pressed into his shoulders. "All of it. All….of you."

He bucked forward, thrusting in firmly as his lips fused to hers again. The kiss was ragged and wild as his tongue tangled with hers and Emma moaned helplessly. She was sure that the sheets and the man currently pressing her into him were about to swallow her whole, but as his hips began to move at a slow and calculated pace, she found herself wanting to get lost in the bed and the man unraveling her.

"Killian….yes," she breathed, her voice shaking. "Harder. I….I want more."

His efforts spiraled at the sound of her pleading words, the power behind the tantalizing drag of him along her walls multiplying at a rate Emma could have never prepared for. His breath escaped him with a soft groan as he braced his hands on each side of her head, his hips jerking forward and pulling a begging moan from her throat as he slid back and forth in a rhythm that would wreck them both. His accent was wrapped loosely around his incoherent words as her hands slid up his back with a hard press.

The moment was fleeting and blurred in her hazy head, the sudden exposure of his fangs not something she saw but rather evidence that she felt as his pulled them lightly across her bare shoulder. His tongue followed their path in a soothing act though the sharp teeth left barely visible marks. A shiver tore across her skin and Emma arched against him, coaxing his mouth to move with purpose. He set a firm path of kisses from the expanse of skin between her breasts all the way up to her neck. Emma's veins throbbed, a pulse beating in time with the artery his tongue was tracing. His hips still moving against hers, Killian lowered his mouth to her ear with an edgy whisper.

"Emma," he breathed. "Let me….tell me, love…."

"Please, Killian," she moaned, adrenaline rushing to her head as her nails dug into his back. "Do it. Bite me."

The moment froze in a flash of sharp pain on her neck, the skin just under her jaw pulsing with pleasure as he growled softly. He sucked hard as his hand cradled her head and the sound that felt from Emma's lips was unlike any other she could ever remembering making before. He thrust harder as he drank, his actions creating a passion that didn't seem plausible. Emma knew she should be losing consciousness as he slowly drained the life coursing through her body, but feeling the hum of his quenched lips was causing her to lose nothing but her wits. Her heart raced as he pulled back, letting out a gasping breath as his forehead dropped against hers.

"Emma, come," he begged, lowering his lips to the puncture on her neck. "I want you to come, love."

"God, Killian-"

Her body pushed up against his and he grunted, the push and pull of him inside her almost too much for either of them to bear. Emma felt herself falling and a pleading cry pulled her under, her fingernails dragging hard from his shoulder blades to his waist. He winced at her reaction and slammed upward once more, his release finding him as Emma rode out hers. They continued in tandem, his hands guiding her mouth into a final kiss as the final seconds of ecstasy wore down and his head fell hard against her shoulder. Emma's head was light and clouded with something she'd never experienced before - a likely combination of blood loss and total nirvana. Neither of them moved for a moment and Killian drew a final lick slowly up her neckline. His breath found him again after a moment and he lifted his body weakly, that pair of eyes as blue as they always were.

"Emma, love," he said cautiously, rolling over and falling to his back on the bed. "I'm….that was….are you okay? Did I hu-"

"No - no, you didn't," she quickly confirmed, not wanting to give him any opportunity to doubt what had just happened. "That was just…."

Her words trailed off as her mind twisted itself into oblivion, his flesh warmer than usual as their naked bodies brushed one another. His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her to his chest, running his fingertips up and down her back as relaxation overtook her.

"Aye, darling - it definitely was," he smirked, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Rest, love. I'm here. I'll take care of you."

Exhaustion hit Emma like a runaway train and her eyes closed as she listened to his breath even out. She barely felt him pull the sheets over them as she drifted into a sated sleep, but she heard his whispered words - even if he didn't want her to.

"I'm here, Emma. I promise I'll be here. Sleep, love."

Emma's eyes fluttered open to darkness and an unknown hour, one that was oddly comfortable and quiet. The room around her was lit only by the crackle of the fireplace as it died down and the aching glow of her sated soul. She stared up at the ceiling a moment, taking notice of the skylight she'd missed earlier - a little detail she'd not seen before due to a rather worthy distraction of course. As her vision analyzed the glass, she wondered how many nights he'd done the same. The stars twinkling vaguely made her believe he'd probably found counting and considering them to be a tempting way to pass the time. After all, what had he done at night before this - before….her?

The man in question wasn't hard to find even in the dimness of his late night bedroom. Emma rolled to her side, trying to keep silent as she watched him. He'd dressed in long black sweatpants while leaving his chest bare as he rested as arm on the mantle above the flames. He was stoic and motionless save for the shallow breath he was drawing and the air he was leaving. The lack of light in the room allowed the shadows to play with his features and he looked focused in a way that Emma couldn't quite decipher. Something was clearly complicating his mind - or maybe it was someone. She smiled to herself at the thought.

"You should be asleep, love."

His voice was faint but cloaked in a sweetness that made her breath hitch. She'd always had a weakness for that thick accent and the way it sounded under the cover of night. This time, his words were almost sleepy as he tilted his head adorably in the dark and Emma quickly realized that she had more than just a simple weakness.

"I was," she sighed, snuggling further into the pillows. "Now I'm not."

"I see that," he laughed lightly, his grin a little more relaxed. "Astute observation skills and all."

He headed back toward her with those skilled, swaggering steps that hypnotized Emma as the silk sheet kept her warm. His hair was a dark, disheveled mess and she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel when she ran her fingers through it. His eyes were a bright blue that was quite visible considering the lack of illumination surrounding them and Emma allowed herself to fall into them once again. He was cautious as he sat on the edge of the mattress, bending down to kiss her. His lips were soft and still slightly swollen from the assault they'd endured earlier. Time seemed to pause in that familiar fashion as his tongue moved against hers. She liked this - this whole losing herself in him and what he was. She wanted that. She wanted it indefinitely - god help her.

"Here, love…."

He pulled two fingertips to his mouth, a quick glimpse of fangs nicking his flesh until a small trickle of blood threatened to run down his hand. He moved quickly, pressing his fingers against the sore space on her neck. Emma jumped a little at his touch, her surprise amusing him as he trailed his thumb over the wound. The pain faded fast and their eyes locked, awaiting the conversation that definitely needed to happen.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore," Emma replied, watching him pull his hand back. "I mean, it didn't really anyway."

"You'd say that regardless, wouldn't you?"

"It would be cliche to say you know me too well, right?"

"Stubborn lass," he grinned, holding his fingers up to show that the bite marks were gone. "That will help though….with the healing."

"I thought you were just trying to transmit some sort of blood-borne illness," she teased. "I know you enjoy your work, doctor, but I've heard that hepatitis isn't much of a party."

"Ah, you're correct there," he laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear as he moved to lay next to her. "Although infecting you with something would make regular visits to my office a necessity. Perhaps there is something to your idea, love-"

"Very funny," Emma mumbled, nuzzling his bare chest as he wrapped her in his arms. "What happened to 'do no harm'?"

"It still very much applies," he told her. "I'm not about to let anything happen to you, Swan."

The honesty in his promise was astounding and pure, the same clear commitment that had brought her here. His lips pressed against her hair as realization wrapped around Emma's head. It made sense now.

"So that's how you did it," she peered up at him. "When you found me in the alley. I was hurt and….you healed me."

"You've sure got a lot of confidence in my medical skills, love," he taunted. "Don't think I could have done it without vampire blood?"

"Killian," she whined. "I'm being serious…."

"I know," he sighed, a bit nervous. "Emma, I…."

His guilty pause and hindering words were too obvious to mask, prompting his insecurity to lurk under the surface of this newly found trust they'd landed on. She didn't want that doubt to seep back in. She wanted him like this - raw and honest and casually confident. She wanted him to be happy with her.

"I'm not mad," she quickly clarified. "I just….want to know."

He bit his lip in a worrisome fashion, his fangs concealed again as he seemed to collect the events of that night from the various recesses of his brain. His eyes were a clear blue - the hue of shallow water under the rising sun. He sighed in compliance, his thumb dragging up and down her arm as he set into explanation.

"When I found you in the alley," he started, swallowing hard. "It wasn't the first time I saw you. I'd watched you at the hospital the few times you'd been in over the past year or so. I swindled your chart from one of the emergency room nurses a few months back and found out what you do."

"Why so curious, doctor?"

"Something about you, lass," he reminded her. "You were different. Most people who show up to the hospital with an injury look rather upset. They're in agony. Not you though. You looked more….inconvenienced. It was like you'd seen worse days."

"So you were pulled in by….my tortured soul?"

"Not that, love," he laughed. "More about why you were keeping said soul so guarded. You'd been hurt in a way that wasn't your reason for visiting the emergency room. I suppose I liked the mystery. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I do love a challenge."

"I see that," Emma commented, her fingers tugging playfully on his waistband. "Up for one now perhaps?"

"Emma…."

His teeth gritted softly, his voice a soft warning that did little to stop her. Emma smiled to herself, placing a kiss on his naked chest. She followed it with another and then several more as her lips traced a path down to the elastic band that kept his pants hanging low on his hips. Her teeth dragged lightly against his defined torso, her tongue following the gentle nipping. She paused just above his waist as she sunk her teeth into a tender bite and his hips jerked with a groan.

"God, you are really into this, aren't you?"

Emma peered up at him, rolling her eyes as she pulled on the loose drawstring before sliding the comfortable cotton fabric down his legs. His skin was chilled and he shivered, her touch clearly unexpected but not in the way that would cause him to fight her on it. Her hands rested on his bare thighs as she shimmied down to the edge of the bed with a confident smirk. His boxer briefs were solid black and strained, doing very little to hide the very large problem inside. Well, perhaps not a problem exactly - but that didn't mean Emma wasn't willing to solve it.

"It would appear that you're rather into it as well," she taunted, pulling his boxer briefs off quickly and tossing them to the floor. "Perhaps very into it."

"Maybe, but-" he started, pausing with a gasp when she licked a long stripe up his hard length. "-bloody hell, love. That's….god, that's…."

His voice vanished as Emma wrapped her lips around him, humming lowly as she moved up and down. He hardened further as her teeth brushed against him and his fingers anchored on her scalp, his hand guiding her effort as she sucked lightly. His body was rigid as he fought off his desire to thrust into her mouth, but Emma's tickling fingers on the underside of his legs told him to table his restraint. She wanted an uncontrolled Killian Jones for a moment.

"Love, you….have to…."

Her mouth moved faster, her tongue swirling around the tip of him as she took him deeper. Her throat ached as he moved in and out, but the sounds falling from his lips were desperate. A final, hard suck and his stuttering thrusts - one, two, and then a third - pushed him over that teetering edge into total bliss. Emma swallowed hard, the taste of him tantalizing her while he rode out the moment. When he stopped, she pulled back and placed a soft kiss on his inner thigh before moving back up the sheets to join him.

"Mmmm," he said with that sweet smirk. "Hi."

"Hey."

The words were so cavalier - almost normal, especially considering their circumstances. Her head tumbled a bit with the definition of those circumstances. It was something they'd have to talk about eventually, but as his warm embrace wrapped her up in complete comfort, Emma decided that this night cloaked hour wasn't meant for that.

"Tired, love?"

"A little," she admitted, cuddling up against him. "Will you stay with me? I know you don't sleep-"

"Wrong, love," he corrected her. "I do not require sleep. I do, however, quite like the idea of doing so with you."

"Good," she replied, leaning into his touch as he tickled her back. "I'd be fine with you continuing to do that if you do decide you'd like to stay awake."

"I'll bet you would," he laughed. "Lucky for you, I'm happy to accommodate your preference. At least for a little longer."

Emma giggled against his flesh, listening to his steady breathing as his hand moved up and down the expanse of her back. His touch was some sort of magical - something as supernatural as he was. She wondered when she allowed herself to be so captivated by it. Probably from the moment he carried you out of the alley, her subconscious mind thought.

"Are you still case-free, love?"

"For now, yes," she yawned, her head on his chest. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to see how long I get to keep you to myself," he grinned, kissing her gently. "I plan to make good use of my time."

"Well, if you've got fantasies to indulge, Jones," Emma teased, pinching his ribs. "I should let you know up front that I just so happened to forget my virgin blood at home."

"I should have guessed you might," he countered, his amusement at her continued stereotyping evident as he rolled her to her back with a swift move. "I suppose yours will do just fine then."