[A/N: Sorry! I hadn't been feeling good for the past few months and I felt beyond terrible for not updating! Please take this chapter as my sincere apology and I hope you haven't stopped reading, my wonderful reviewers you!]

Getting home was fairly easy and getting to the house simple. Yet trying to get Belle unclothed was driving him mad. Killian had her pinned to the nearest wall, his good hands holding teh wrists firmly in place. His hook trailed every so slowly down her clothed breats, which pulled the cloth back to reveal she was wearing the surprize. His mouth watered and his eyes became dark. "Bloody hell darling..."

Belle smiled in triumph at the reaction Killian had, it also sent a shiver down her spine. Her heart raced as he brought his hook down between her breasts, ripping the cotton fabric, her least faverite shirt. Not that in this paticular moment she was even thinking. The shirt torn in two lay tattered againts her sides, giving Killian more to look at.

"So wonderful.." He said under his breath, useing the back of the hook under her breast to bounce it. His eyes darkened at the sight, so round and soft as his lips came in contact with her flesh. His mind was swirling with naughty things to do to his wife, hell he always thought of naughty things to do to her. He pushed a knee between her theighs, feeling the scolding heat radiating from her center among another thing felt on his knee. A grin spread ear to ear. "Well love seems your already wet for me eh?"

She blushed deeply, feeling her body already react to his actions. She was in need for his touch, driping with desire. Belle couldn't take much more of his tourture. "K-Killian please.." She mutterd and moaned with escasty as his tounge slid along her cleavage.

Killian seeing this made him grin, his hook finding a place in teh middle of her bra. He hate dto ruin such a pretty thing. Oh well he thought as he rippied it open, watching her breats spill out of their confinments. He quickly went to work on her pink perky nipples, his mouth taking in one with his teeth and the other twisting betwen his thumb and index finger.

Belle shook in pure pleasure, her body sending shocking waves to her womanhood. Her hips jerked into his knee, trying to get friction of some sort. She cried out as Killian begain to press his knee right into her sweet spot. She felt her panties being removed and she shutterd in antisapation for what she knew would come next.

"How badly do you want it love?" Killian said lips near her ear, his grin ear to ear.

Belle gulped and opened her eyes, please and lust clear in her eyes reflected from his. "So bad.." She said in a pleading voice. "Take me..."

Killian groaned and lifted her legs up and around his waist then rammed into her, his groan cut shoirt as her walls clamped down on his memeber. He had to take a few breaths before pulling out half way, only to slam back in her roughly. Which earned him a high pitched cry of pleasure. Then before the passion could go on a sharp knock echoed through the home.

Killian nearly knocked a hole in the wall with his hook and it took everything in him, every fiber of him to pull out of his beautiful wife and even then the look on her face killed him. "I'm going to bloody kill who is ever at the door." He mumbled zipping up his pants as he did. He grabed the booze that was sitting on the counter and took a long swig of it before opening the door.

There standing at his door was non other then Gold.

Killian saw red, and for some reason he couldn't act upon it. Maybe it was the thought of his hald naked wife in the other room, who was most likely waiting for him to come back. SO the quicker he got rid of the pest, the faster he could get back to fucking the blue yed ladies brains out.

"What the bloody hell are you doing at my doorstep this late?" He looked around, wincing as the cold night air hit his bare sweaty chest.

"Well Belle forgot this." He pulled a book from his jacket and handed it over to the Brit.

Killian looked unamused. "You couldn't wait till morning to bring this?"

The smirk that bloody man did next only mad him want to punch him in the face. He just hated when this man show his face, it was eating away at him as to why he did.

"Well I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by, hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He smiled.

"Actually you were." Killian smirked back. "I was just about to fuck my wife, which I'm about ti get back to if you don't mind." He nearly double over in laughter at the face made to that. So he slammed the door in his face and made his way back to his wife. When he made it back to the room, Belle remained in the same spot, but what caught his eye was that she was pleasing herself and chanting his name like a prayer.

"Bloody perfect love..." His eyes darkend further and he pulled on her hip, shocking her and making her hand fall away. He unzipped himself in a flash and drove home once more, the little to no warning made Belle moan louder then before, her body trembled wonderfully. "Sorry I kept you waiting love.."

Belle cupped his face and sealed her forgiveness with a kiss and after that Killian lost himself inside her. He could hardly describe what love making with his wife was like. It was beyond anything he had ever had or rembered having. She was like sweet nectar. a perfect flower with droplest of sweet nectar sweat. That Killain licked around her cleavage and neck.

Belle thrusted her hips within the same tempo as him, which made him more eager to get her to burst. He wante dto watch her come undone, by his hand. As he thrusted harder into her core, he could tell it wouldn't be much longer, as she was now getting much tighter then before.

Killian took his good hand and begain to rub her pink bud with his thub and it seemed to work like a charm. She was starting to scream out random curses and swing her head about.

Killian oh god...

Killian harder...

He loved the things shed say to him, the words he could produce from her angel like mouth. He was her sin, and she was his salvation.

"K-Killian I'm going to-" And just like that she closed her walls against him and shook as her flood gates were filling up and overflowing.

He felt his own relase as he gtroaned deeply, biteing into her shoulder as he thrusted slowly in and out of her, riding the waves of pleasure for them both.

"Killian..." She giggled. Her hand rubbing his sweaty back, as he stood there, her legs still clasped around his wasit.

He opened his eyes and blinked away the stars he was seeing, his dark eyes, now a softer tone. "Sorry Love.." He smirked and let her legs drop to the floor gently. His mind was still whirling with pleasure long since faded, he bent over and picked up her panties and throwing them into the hamper near the wash room.

"Lets get you to bed Mrs. Jones." He said wiggling his eyebrows, watching her eyes and mouth widen, and her body tremble made him hard again, so he picked her up and took upstairs, forgetting about the book and the fact that they left half of the damn lghts on.

The ext morning, Killian awoke to find Belle gone, her ripped clothes on the top of the hamper and the smell of her lingering around the bed. He was about to get up when he heard the shower cut off and laughed to himself. Belle never left without waking him, and neither did he. It was just something they did.

She walked in, naked and dripping with fresh water. Her porecalin flesh red from the warm water. He sat up silently, and as she turned her back to him he grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed. Her slick body sliding arcoss his dry one. She screamed from the sudden fall, but giggled when she knew it was him.

"Killan Jones! I just took a shower!" She protested.

He smirked, running his hand down her side. "I know, I noticed Love." He glanced back at the clock, she had to be at work in an hour. Plenty of time to do what he was slowly sunk down into the sheets and between the wet pair of legs and started to work his magic.

"O-Oh...yes..." Belle shutterd as she placed both arms over her flushed face.

After Belle dampend the sheets and Killians mouth, he cleaned her up real nicely, and even a few more times as she started out the door.

It was then that he noticed smething, that book Gold had brought. It had gone unnoticed by Belle, which for good reasons she was very very distrscted. He walked over and opened the first page and there pressed within its page was a red rose and a note written to Belle. Killian moved the dry flower and read the writing.

'Always the best in the garden my dear Belle'

Killian shook with anger, his hand picking the book up and throwing it across the kitchen. The book made a rather dull thud as it had hit the carpet.

"You want to play it that way Gold?" Killian said to no one but the empty house. "Then I can most deffently show you how I end the game." He grabbed the book and stuffed it in his work bag and then through on some clothes. He was going to call in sick today, Smee would understand, hell he was probly hungover anyhow.

He got in his car and headed down to the Pawn Shop.

[A/N: I swear Doc manager hates the word "Mr. Gold" because when its not spaced and put together and saved, it only leaves the "." and nothing else :/ So I've settled for calling him Gold instead. Anyways thanks for reading! Please drop a review it would mean a lot!]