Just a note about the way I'm posting this - it was only intended to be a short one shot but it's kind of growing into something bigger so I'm updating short pieces as I go ...
"So my question is Emma. What now? What next for the saviour. What do you want?"
"I…" she placed her teeth softly on her bottom lip. He saw her hesitation, her fear. "No one has ever asked me that before. I mean, I've never really thought about what I want. Life has been about survival. What I needed to do, not what I wanted."
"Don't you think it's about time you started to ask yourself that question?"
She shivered a little. The air was getting colder as the last minutes of daylight eked away.
"Maybe."
The darkness was enveloping them, making their solitude in the forest all the more apparent. Across the clearing Hook's horse grunted softly.
"Same question to you."
A smile began to raise the corners of hip lips. Surely she knew the answer to that.
"Darling you know it's you I want."
In the scant light, she looked so stunningly beautiful it hurt. Her steel blue eyes sparkled and her skin glowed like that of some unearthly and mythical creature. He desperately wanted to reach out and touch her, pull her into his arms and show her how much he wanted her.
"Hook-"
"Killian," he reminded her.
"Killian, why do you keep wasting your time on me. I'm broken and confused and," she sighed, "I might never be ready."
"You underestimate your value darling." He shifted a little closer to her; he could hear her breathing, feel the heat of her body. "I have never, in my not inconsiderable life time, met a woman such as you. I've waited almost an eternity. I can wait a little longer."
He moved his hand to her shoulder, tracing over its bareness. She didn't flinch or push him away. He drew a trail across her shoulder and up her neck, sinking his fingers into her hair. Moaning a little, her eyes fluttered closed.
"What do you really want Emma? Tell me."
She rolled her head back into his hand, before turning so her cheek rubbed softly against his hand. With another flick of her head, her lips were against his palm, laying a gentle kiss on its calloused surface.
Flinching a little in shock, a shot of electricity ran up his arm, straight to his heart. Her lips, so soft and delicious. He had not tasted them since their shared moment all those weeks ago but the memory was still vivid, still haunted him in his dreams.
She reached up and took his hand within hers; rubbing her finger against the spot she had just kissed.
"Tell me," he urged, almost begging now.
Their eyes were locked together now. He could see the words hidden behind her half smile, begging to be released. "If I say it, then it's real, then it's out there and I can't take it back."
"Perhaps you won't want to."
His heart was pounding: it was straining in his chest, a low rumbling thud of anticipation. He knew she felt it too, he saw how much she wanted him in her eyes, even if she had not known it herself. But what was happening now was so much more: she was speaking from the heart.
"Killian, what I want - what I really want, if I look down deep inside… is you."
His breath caught in his throat and he made to wrap his arm around her waist – to pull her close and taste her beautiful mouth once again – but she stopped him with a firm hand on his chest.
"But-"
The feeling burning in his chest would not let her do this. No, she needed to stop. She wanted him, he wanted her: it was simple. Let the repercussions and consequences be damned, the want was all that mattered right now.
"No Emma, no buts."
Clasping his good hand around hers, he slipped them both to the downy forest floor and leaned slowly in until his lips met hers. At first he brushed his softly across her pink mouth, taking his time, relishing in the feel of her so close to him. Gradually, her lips began to part and he took this as licence to begin nipping at her mouth, lightly at first, increasing in pressure as the seconds ticked by.
She shifted so her body was now facing his, rising up on her knees so he was now lifting up into their growing embrace. Her hands moved to the collar of his coat as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
In his arms her body was pliant and cooperative, melding into his, arching her back into the kiss. His palm lay flat against her back, pressing her into him, his hook digging into the dirt at their side to keep him steady; the heady haze of love and lust within him creating a dizzying stir that threatened his stability.
Resting back against his arm, her eyes were wide. Catching their breath, they both stared at each other, almost disbelieving in what had just occurred. That passion, that fire between them was beginning to ignite and threatened to consume them.
"I want you Killian." She shifted forward until he felt her hot centre pressing against his growing hardness. Even through the layers of clothing it was clear what they both wanted.
"And I you darling." He leaned forward and stole another kiss.
She began to press again at his chest, pushing him towards the ground whilst her hands reached for the tie of his pants.
"Stop," he whispered. She paused and looked at him strangely. Her chest was still heaving. "Not like this. I don't want to take you like some common whore in the mud."
A smile flashed at her lips, a glint of something in her eye, "Maybe that's how I like it."
Her teasing response sent a surge of heat to his groin. Gods – did she know her effect on him? He restrained the urge to push her back down into the dirt and have his way with her – fast and dirty.
"No." He reached out and traced the outline of her face with his index finger, "I want out first time to be special, memorable. You couldn't imagine how much I have thought of this – you and I. I'd like to take my time with you, ravish you, darling."
Her mouth pinched at his words and he could see they were having the desired effect.
"Well then, perhaps we'd better be going."
Standing she reached out her hand to him, pulling him up with her. The air between them was electric; he could still feel her kisses on his skin and the sensation of her body against his. With one last glance, she turned to walk over to their one remaining horse.
"You coming?" she called, a sexy lilt to her voice.
Oh yes, indeed, yes he was.
The smut is coming...
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