I do not own Once Upon a Time.

So this belongs in the middle of chapter 9. I had originally decided not to put it because of the note that chapter ends on. I thought it would be mean and pretty heartless. But it's here now. And here is where the M rating comes into play.

"Never thought I would have to beg a Jones for a kiss." Her comment was directed at Killian.

Challenge accepted, love." He answered, his voice in her ear. She looked up at him and recognized that look. She was in for a long interesting night.

Bernadette closed the bedroom door behind her later that night. "I finally got Liam in bed. He won't stop talking about that treasure. You put dangerous ideas into his head…" Then she turned around and the sight that met her eyes made them widened. Killian sat in their bed, shirtless and she noticed that he was wearing his brace. Which only meant one thing, he was wearing his hook, which at the moment was hidden behind his head. Killian was completely engrossed in a book.

Dangerous ideas indeed. Bernadette had to control her breathing. The things this man did to her even after five years. It was the combination of the bare chest and the knowledge that the hook was present. So Bernadette just stood there continuing to stare at the devilishly handsome man in her bed.

Eventually his blue eyes slid up to meet hers. "I'm sorry, darling, were you saying something?"

Oh, now he was playing hard to get? Killian knew exactly what he was doing to her. And he took a lot of pleasure from it.

Fine, Bernadette would play along, for as long as she could. "Liam was talking about buried treasure that you two went searching for today. I almost couldn't put him to sleep. I'm blaming you."

He smiled, he tried to make it seem innocent. "And I accept the blame. The lad and I had a lot of fun today." He hadn't set the book down, like he was going to go back to it at any moment. And the man's eyes dropped back to the page. He left her hanging.

Bernadette quickly changed out of her work dress and into a figure fitted red night grown. She rarely wore red, she hated the way it clashed with her hair. But at the moment, she was a woman with a mission. She needed someone, or rather, needed someone.

She walked back into the room. He still hadn't moved. She crawled into bed next to him. She had to act like she wasn't on fire with desire. "Good night." Bernadette told him, expecting a good night kiss.

"Good night, lass." He responded. What sort of evil twisted game was he playing with her? Calling her lass, really? She rolled over to her side, her back was to him.

All she heard for the next few minutes, all she heard was the turning of the pages.

Then suddenly there was a light touch on her hip. She gasped. Now what was he doing? She turned slightly to see Killian still staring intently at the page.

She rolled back over and tried to calm herself. But his hand began to roam her side over the fabric. It went right up to her breast and gave it some much needed attention. Bernadette actually whimpered. Then his hand went to the other one, repeating the same action.

Bernadette was on fire now. She risked rolling over on her back to look at him. Killian was still staring at his book. But there was a tiny smile on his face.

"Why are you teasing me, Killian?" She asked quietly.

"Like I said earlier, challenged accepted." He answered, still not meeting her wide eyes

"What challenge?" Bernadette was genuinely confused.

Killian dropped the book to the floor and rolled over to stare at her. "Your exact words were 'I never thought I would have to beg a Jones for a kiss.'" And his tongue did the most sinful thing Bernadette ever saw.

She couldn't move, all she could do was breath heavily. Gods above, the things Killian did to turn her on. This man was going to be the death of her. It wouldn't be as bad if she returned the favor.

"You're on, pirate." She said breathlessly.

Killian's blue eyes were almost black with desire and his hand slowly crept down to her stomach. "You of all people should know not to test a pirate." He drew shapes on her skin.

Bernadette tired her hardest to remain still under his touch. "I'll try my luck, Captain. And I never beg."

"Tonight you will." Killian said confidently. Now his hand went between her legs. She didn't even bother to stop herself from rocking into his hand. It was just a few fingers and she was already so close to the edge. And to think he hadn't even brought the hook into the picture yet.

He didn't let up, actually he added a finger and went faster. Then he suddenly stopped. His hand rested on her stomach.

A plea was almost on her lips. But she was not going to break that easily. Her eyes did the begging for her.

But that was not enough for Killian. "Tell me exactly what you want from me Bernadette." He so rarely used her name. And this time, his hand was replaced by his hook. It sent a chill through her entire body. A moan escaped her lips, one that was much louder than she had planned. "Killian… if you make me wake Liam… I swear to the Gods…"

"Then be quiet, darling." He told her.

"You're making that hard at the moment."

"That's not the only hard thing right now." His lips were close to her ear.

"Are you going to do something about it?" Her voice had the tiniest bit of sass. That was all she could manage.

"The terms are the same, beg for what you want."

Bernadette almost saw stars. His teasing was relentless. And she finally broke. "Kiss me, please."

He obligated her almost instantly. Killian attacked her lips and she responded in the same fashion. He then rolled on top of her, his hook pulled her arms over her head. Killian quickly filled her.

"So ready for me, as always." He chuckled.

She would have said something, anything but then he hit her right in that spot. They found their rhythm quickly and her release swept over her like the rough waves of the sea. He followed her over the edge, saying her name like a prayer.

Eventually Killian rolled off of her and pulled her close. "I love it when you beg."

"You love it when I do anything." Bernadette whispered in his neck.

"True, I love everything about you." He whispered back, trying to catch his breath. This woman was going to be the death of him. That was a death he wouldn't mind.

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