You know … I would have been a tease, and made them wait longer. But I only got suggestions for one thing, and I promised I won't go with what I want but what you want so … here have some smut! I got a little carried away with this chapter. I'm sure you don't mind. ;-)

Chapter 4

Thankfully it had been false alarm. Grumpy had been spooked by the clouds billowing in the west, but after Regina had looked at it for a few minutes, she'd declared that it was nothing but a real snow storm this time, and that they could all go back to what they were doing before Grumpy had announced their imminent doom. Killian was already turning back to the diner when she tightened her hand around his.

"We'll just check the town line in the west. Just to make sure," she threw over her shoulder towards the people standing on the street as she dragged her pirate away towards the forest.

She had to hide a smile when she caught Mary Margaret grinning at her and shooting her a wink, and she had really a hard time not to burst out laughing when David witnessed that exchange and furrowed his brows, almost rushing after them if not for Mary Margaret's hand on his arm stopping him.

"And once again I'm finding myself tracking through the forest with you," Killian teased the moment they stepped between the trees, throwing her a lopsided smirk that made her all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Well, are you already sick of my company?"

"Of course not, love. I just hoped ..." he trailed off, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks, making her mouth curl up into a smile upon seeing him so flustered. It filled her with pride that she managed to throw him off balance from time to time, when he lost all his cheekiness and his ability to flirt unashamedly, and blushed like a little school girl.

"We would engage in more enjoyable activities?" Emma asked, knowing damn well that it had been on his mind the whole day, like it had been on hers. There was no point to not address the elephant in the room, and her frankness was rewarded with a shit-eating grin from him, the cheeky pirate being back in a blink of an eye.

"Why, love?" he drawled, pulling her closer and leaning down to rasp in her ear, "Are you impatient to find yourself on your back?"

"Maybe I'm impatient to see you on your back."

He stopped abruptly, his arm around her waist a moment later, and before she could even draw in another breath, his lips were on hers, his tongue darting into her mouth. The kiss was setting her on fire in the matter of seconds, making her ache all over, her nipples hardening to the point of pain and her core throbbing with want. She wanted to feel him inside of her with a desperation that almost made her rip the clothes off him right then and there. And she might have if a snow storm wasn't approaching, and it was way too cold to roll around on the ground.

They were breathing heavily when he released her lips, and for a split second she toyed with the idea to just let him fuck her against the next tree, the lust rolling through her making her almost see no reason why not. They didn't even have to undress, just get a few things out of the way and then she would finally be able to feel him fill her.

She pushed herself away from him before she would give in to the temptation. Not for their first time. She wanted to have him in a bed for the first time, or at least in a closed room where no one and nothing could disturb them until she was sated and too tired to move even one muscle.

"Come on, pirate," she said softly, threading her fingers through his again and tugging him forward. "I know a better place for that."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

They were walking in silence for the few minutes it took them to reach the cabin Mary Margaret had been telling her about, her body thrumming with anticipation all the way, shivers running down her spine every time his thumb brushed over the back of her hand or his body swayed towards her.

"This looks uninhabited," he said as he cocked his head and eyed the cabin.

"It is uninhabited actually," she replied, feeling her heart leap in her throat as she fumbled for the key in her pockets. "That's exactly why it's perfect for our purpose."

"And what would that purpose be?" he drawled, his hand slipping under her jacket and sweater, skimming over the naked skin at the small of her back.

"Pillaging and plundering," she shot back, stepping into the cabin before he could give her one of his smug retorts.

"You want to be ravished by a pirate?"

She jumped when his lips ghosted over her ear, and her limbs grew heavy with anticipation as she imagined all the wicked things she could do to him, and he to her. But there was one thing she needed to do first.

"Make yourself comfortable," she told him, stepping away from him. With a flick of her hand the fire roared to life, and she smiled when she saw his proud expression. He always loved it when she used her magic. One day she needed to find out how to get him out of his clothes with a wink. But first things first. "I need to just secure the place."

She turned around and closed her eyes, concentrating on her magic. Lifting her hands, she mumbled a few words, letting the magic rush through her body and out of her hands as she casted a protection spell over the cabin, the one Regina had taught her, making sure that no one could come anywhere near this cabin.

The pride was still shining out of his eyes as she turned back to him, and he smiled softly at her before his eyes flickered through the cabin, taking everything in. Mary Margaret had actually worked wonders. She had sent a cleaning crew out here earlier today, after making Emma promise that she would take a day off of being the savior and take Killian for a date in the woods.

Watching him now, she was glad they got the talk out of the way weeks ago. She didn't think she would have been able to have any barrier between them when he finally slipped into her even if they hadn't spoken about it. Granted it had been one awkward conversation, asking him if he had been with anyone in the year they were apart, bringing back the memories of how she had lost all her memories of him, and had shared her bed with someone else.

A flicker of pain had washed over his face before he had himself under control again, and told her that there hadn't been a woman in his bed for a very long time. Since her IUD was still there from her time with Walsh they didn't have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy. Even though, she still felt a slight twinge knowing the IUD wasn't one-hundred percent safe, and she completely ignored the small voice in the back of her head that was whispering how cute a girl with his dark hair and blue eyes might look. She was definitely not going down that road just yet.

"So you brought me here to have a little romantic dinner?" he asked, bringing her back from her reveries, and he cocked one eyebrow as he gestured to the candles sitting on the small table and the basket standing on the floor.

"Yep," she said, leaning back against the door. "Afterwards."

"Afterwards?"

"Come here, Killian," she said softly, crooking one finger to get him to walk towards her. He came willingly, only stopping a step away from her, and she tilted her head upwards, her hands reaching for his jacket and pushing it down over his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. "First I want to pillage and plunder."

They undressed each other slowly, their kisses slow and sensual as well. She trembled under his touch, his fingers roaming over every inch of newly exposed skin, the need to finally feel him moving inside of her was growing to a blazing inferno, but she didn't want to rush this, didn't want it to get out of control so soon.

He seemed to understand, as usual. Swirling her around, he pressed her against his body, his maimed arm coming around her, holding her steady. She felt his arousal digging into her ass, and her fingers twitched with the urge to just slip her hand between their bodies and finally take him into her hand. But she still held back, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.

"Tell me what you want," he rasped, his stump resting against her stomach to keep her close while his hand roamed over her body. His fingers were playing with one nipple, tugging at it hard before he trailed his hand down, further and further, until he reached the apex of her thighs, stopping just shy from touching her where she wanted him most. "Tell me."

She shuddered as his lips skimmed over her neck, his hand not moving an inch to where she was throbbing with arousal, and she tilted her head, moaning softly when he trailed a path of open-mouthed kisses down to her shoulder, his scruff scraping over her skin.

"You," she whispered. "I want you."

"Where?"

"Everywhere," she breathed, a whimper escaping her as he finally slid his fingers lower and slipped through her folds.

"So bloody wet for me."

She wanted to reply that she was of course fucking wet. She'd practically wanted him since the day she met him, but the words died in her throat as he swirled her around again, his chest hair brushing over her already sensitive nipples, his fingers still lingering between her legs, and then he slipped one finger inside her, the ring on his thumb pressing against her clit as he pumped his finger in and out of her.

Her knees almost buckled when he added a second finger, his thumb drawing circles, making her crazy with the need to come. But before she could fall over the edge his hand disappeared, and she growled, almost smacking him when he leaned back, and grinned down at her, his smug smirk nearly too much for her to handle right now.

"Enjoying yourself, love?"

"If you don't continue right now I'm gonna shoot you," she snapped, wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling his head down to crush her lips on his.

"Blood-thirsty lass you are," he mumbled against her lips, pushing her back towards the bed.

They stumbled onto the mattress, the kiss turning hungrier and more passionate, but before she could pull him over her, he was kissing a path down her neck and over her chest, her fingers fisting his hair as his mouth closed over one nipple while his fingers reached for the other one.

Tugging, sucking, nibbling. He was driving her insane, and she writhed underneath him, not knowing what she wanted him to do. She wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, but at the same time the ache between her legs was becoming unbearable and she whimpered, "Killian?"

"Aye?" She looked down at him, his chin resting on her breast while his fingers kept skimming over her nipple.

"I … can you ..." she trailed off when his tongue flicked over her nipple, her voice becoming pleading as she whispered, "Please."

She was hoping she was the open book she'd always been for him and he would know what she wanted without her having to spell it out. Apparently he did, and she let out a soft moan when he smirked at her and slipped down her body. Settling between her legs, he pushed them further apart, his eyes turning dark as his gaze dropped to her core.

"You have no idea how much I craved to taste you, Swan."

Her hips jerked up from the mattress as his lips touched her core, her breathing becoming erratic as he flicked his tongue over her clit. Once. Twice. His arms were holding her down, and her fingers twisted around the sheet as his mouth closed over her bundle of nerves and sucked. Hard.

Her heart was hammering in her chest, her whole body tensing with the need to climax, and she bucked her hips against his mouth, needed him to do more. She was so close, she just … and then two fingers pushed into her, making her walls start to flutter.

"Let go, Emma." His hoarse voice reached her ears. "Come for me."

Another flick of his tongue, his fingers curling inside of her, and she shot over the edge, wave after wave crashing down on her as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, his tongue twirling over her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible, leaving her a panting mess.

Her eyes flickered opened as she felt him positioning himself at her entrance, her legs wrapping automatically around him as he pushed forward, and she arched upwards as he stretched her, sliding in inch by inch.

"Oh my God," she breathed when he was finally buried until the hilt inside of her, his size alone almost pushing her over the edge again, and she moaned when he slipped out of her excruciatingly slow, his eyes burning into hers as he thrust back in. He didn't move for what felt like hours, and she groaned. "God more. Give me more."

"You're a demanding lass, aren't you?" he quipped, still staying motionless inside of her, and she lifted her arms, wrapping them around him and digging her nails into his back.

"You haven't seen demanding yet, pirate," she hissed, contracting her inner muscles around him, smiling victoriously when he threw his head back and let out a guttural growl. "Now move!"

Her harsh command apparently snapped something inside of him, and he pulled out just to slam back in, finally giving her what she needed. The next minutes were only a blur, passion overpowering them both and carrying them away. He was pounding into her mercilessly, but she just wanted more, couldn't get enough. Their slick bodies slammed together with each jerk of his hips, their groans and moans filling the air around them. She clawed at his skin, not caring if she would leave any marks, urging him to move faster, to move harder.

His name spilled over her lips in a shout as she fell apart under him. He followed her closely, slamming into her one last time, a guttural growl rumbling out of his chest as he spurted his release into her. Moments later he crashed down on her, his hot breath brushing over her skin as she tried to come back to earth.

"You're heavy," she mumbled against his shoulder a few minutes later.

"Sorry, love." He pushed himself up, but she tightened her arms around him, pulling him back down to her chest.

"I didn't mean for you to move."

She didn't want him to move just yet. She actually liked feeling his heart beat frantically, slowing down as the seconds ticked by, and she let out a soft sigh of regret when he pulled away from her, the emptiness she felt when he slipped out of her scaring her just a little bit.

It had never been like this before; the depth of her feelings for him making her heart skip a beat. She loved him. More than she ever imagined she was capable of. His unwavering love for her had changed everything, and he had won her heart fair and square. Like he'd promised her back in the jungle of Neverland.

She just wished she could stay with him like this for longer. Wished she could just freeze this moment, and relive it whenever she wanted to.

She stared at the fire, the crackling of the wood the only sound filling the cabin beside their slow breathing. Closing her fingers around his necklace, she tilted her head until her lips brushed against his neck, the words coming so easily now.

"I love you."

It wasn't more than a whisper, hardly audible over the sounds of the fire. But he heard. He stiffened under her for a second before his chest fell as he let out a deep breath, his arm tightening around her and pulling her closer.

"I know."

She waited with bated breath, scolding herself for wanting to hear it. For needing to hear him say the words. She shouldn't need him to say it back. After all she knew he loved her. He had given up his home for her just to save her, without knowing if she would ever open her heart to him.

It should be enough. And she didn't say it to make him say it back. She just needed to tell him, and if he didn't want ...

"I love you too."

She hadn't even realized how tense she was until he had spoken the words and she relaxed against him, a soft smile pulling her lips up as she released his necklace out of her death grip and splayed her fingers out over his chest.

"I know."

They lay there for quite some time, not saying anything, just reveling in being in each other's arms for the moment. But when her stomach grumbled she pushed herself away from him, and grabbed the sheet he had pulled over them a while ago and stood up.

"Hey!" he bellowed as she took the sheet with her, and she threw him a cocky look over her shoulder as she wrapped the sheet around her body. Licking her lips, she let her gaze trail over his body, feeling a wave of lust washing over her as she saw him swell under her gaze.

"I'm hungry," she said, rolling her eyes as he shot her a cheeky grin and patted the mattress beside him. "For food."

She almost forgot about her grumbling stomach when he stood up and stretched his arms over his head, making the muscles of his stomach ripple and the ache between her legs grow.

"You sure you aren't hungry for something else, love," he coaxed as he dropped his arms, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She almost gave in, his obvious arousal making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else than the thought of wrapping her mouth around him and sucking him dry. Shaking her head, she forced her gaze up to meet his eyes and said with a determined voice, "Food first."

"Okay," he replied, bowing slightly as he added, "As you wish."

She couldn't keep from smiling at his words and turned around before she would push him back into bed. They needed to eat.

Walking slowly over to the window, she drew back the curtains, scowling as she looked out. The snow was falling in thick flakes down from the sky, and she jumped back as the wind suddenly rattled at the frame.

She felt him stepping behind her before she could turn around, his arms enveloping her and pulling her against his body, and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, putting her hands on his arms as they looked both out of the window.

"I think the snow storm is here."

So … any suggestions what they are gonna talk about while eating, and what they will do when they are apparently going to be snowed in? :-)