Warning: The rating for this chapter will be M because The Captain refuses to behave. And because of the hints of Masturbation. You've been warned-ish.

A/N: I know...I'm a bad bad author. Soooooo sorry for not updating sooner but the muses as well as a certain pirate and princess were fighting me hard on this. And I've also been distracted by all the amazing Captain Swan fics that have been posted. Seriously. The semi good news is that the next 2 chapters just need a little tidying up and they'll be ready to post...

Oh dang, hope I didn't just jinx myself.

Anyhoo, thank you to those who are still reading this and who have favorited, alerted and reviewed. You make my century!

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT. The ABC network, Edward Kitsis and Adam Holowitz are refusing to allow me to buy the rights with gummy bears and gum. I mean, come on-it's Spearmint Flavored!

"Swan!" Killian roared, in frustration. At first he tried to pull free of the cuffs, yanking and tugging furiously until he remembered that she left him with the means to his freedom. He spared a moment to take a breath and focus on what he needed to do. With his focus redirected for the moment, he managed to reach for the keys she left on the bed with his toes, pulling them close enough so that he could bend down and take them with his mouth. From there it was a simple manner of turning his head towards the lock of the cuff, and using his tongue and teeth to maneuver the key in place. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of how useful his mouth was, and all the ways he would demonstrate this fact to Emma.

Once his hand was free of the cuff, Killian tore out of Emma's room to find her, intent on showing her the consequences of her actions. He couldn't believe that the bloody minx had managed to take him by surprise, cuff him to her bed, and tease him to the edge of sanity. Just when he believed she was finally going to yield to him, she dared to leave him restrained to her bed, hard, hot and wanting.

Damnable Minx!

He would ensure that her punishment would be quite pleasurable indeed. It was his turn to taunt her with his touches and his words, to drive her mad with desire, to make her beg him to take her. Her would dedicate half the night to this delicious torture, the other half branding her with his touch inside and out, slamming her with wave after wave of pleasure, making her come so hard she would cry out loud enough to be heard across the realms. He would satisfy her so thoroughly that he ruined her for any other man. Emma would want no one else but him, just as he had no desire for any other woman than her. After this night she would be incapable of denying the connection, the magic between them.

He practically flew down the stairs to her, and just when she was in tantalizingly within reach, she flashed him a triumphant smile and said "did I not mention that my parents were coming over for dinner?"

Once again, his temptress took him by surprise. She planned the whole damn thing, timing it perfectly so that her seduction of him would end just as her parents knocked on her door.

Oh, he was mere inches from saying "sod it", throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her to her room, locking the door and having his wicked way with her. And if it were any other woman, he would have. He wouldn't have given a damn what her family thought of him, he sure as hell wouldn't have lingered long enough afterwards to find out.

For better or worse things with Emma were different. He was interested in more than just sating his needs with her. Killian wanted to be as much a part of her as he has come to realize she is a part of him. Unfortunately, being part of Emma's life would also mean getting along with the other parts of her life including and especially the family that she had been parted from for so long. At least he got on well with Henry. The boy seemed to like him, and he was quite a remarkable lad. Killian and Emma's mother the White Queen were beginning to get along, and she wasn't bad for a royal. Her father was a different story however. For someone reputed to be Charming, he was quite ill tempered and generous with his punches. It wasn't Killian's fault that the Prince was so delightfully easy to rile. No doubt he would use Killian's current physical state as an excuse to strike the pirate.

And since a good deal of his survival as a pirate involved knowing when to fight and when to mount a strategic retreat, Killian jogged off to the bathroom to "release" himself as Emma had suggested, allowing her to revel in her temporary victory.

And oh how she had earned it, he thought with a smirk as he took matters into his own hand. She had stunned him with this whole new side of her. It wasn't just that she had transformed herself into a seductress, it had astonished him how playful she was, the enjoyment that twinkled in her eyes, how free she was with him. Gods it was intoxicating, and he would give all of the treasure he had ever collected and more to see it again. Emma was far and away more tempting than any siren he had ever encountered, and he'd blissfully sink into her perilous depths without a second thought.

He hadn't wanted so much from a woman for such a long time, but then again it had been such an achingly long time since he was in...this situation.

"It's not just 'this situation' you're in Killian," a familiar voice chuckled in his head. Gods but it sounded like Emma, and her voice reminded him of his favorite rum; deep, rich, earthy and utterly intoxicating, with just a hint of sweetness and the perfect amount of heat that leaves you with a slow simmering burn from within.

"Most people would call 'this situation' by another name," the Savior's voice taunted him.

Well, he wasn't calling...whatever was going on between them by any other name until she stopped denying her attraction to him at the very least. Not even when all the effort he undertook to get closer to Emma made his feelings for her obvious.

Killian had never before gone through so much effort for the attentions of a woman, although admittedly Emma Swan was no ordinary woman. He was determined to have her, not just her body but her and everything about her. He was slowly making progress, chipping away at her defences, relishing every smile, every laugh, every peek he was able to get behind her walls. With every moment they shared, he fell deeper into...this situation with her.

"Are you really going to keep calling it that?" Asked the princess in his head, which he pointedly ignored. It was hard enough to think without the hunger for her that she left him with, on top of everything he had her voice constantly taunting him. He needed relief, and although he would rather this be a shared experience, Killian found himself taking care of this ache on his own.

He pushed the band of his sweatpants off of his trim waist, allowing it to pool at his feet and releasing his straining manhood from its soft cotton constraints.

Swan's precious hand towels caught his eye, given to her by the White Queen. For some strange reason it brought to mind all of Emma's lectures on him using her overvalued pieces of cloth, warning him of what would happen if he allowed his hands or any other part of him on her towels. That woman, always tempting him with that which she will not allow him to touch.

Killian could tell that she wanted him to. For all of her eye rolling and staunch denials of her attraction to him, he could see that she was as drawn to him as he was to her. He witnessed it himself during her seduction of him; her eyes darkening in want of him, the way her eyes raked over him in a deliciously predatory manner, her breath shortening when she was atop him, his lips wrapped around her fingers as she leaned into him to serve him the dessert. She may have dismissed her actions as nothing more than part of a game, as a way to best him yet again, but Killian knew better.

His hand drifted down to his hardened shaft, stroking himself as he imagined Emma, lying bared before him, her long and creamy legs coiled around his waist, her golden hair poured over his pillows. He swallowed a gasp that tried to escape from his lips as from behind his closed eyelids he could envision her alabaster skin glowing with a sheen of sweat caused by their exertions, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust. His strokes quickened as his vivid imagination included sounds of her pleasure ringing in his ears as he moved inside of her, wringing every pant, every whisper, every gasp from her til she screamed his given name in ecstasy over and over again.

Within moments, relief came and he let out a quiet grunt and fractured exhale, leaning on the sink as the tension that Emma caused was dissipated. Now that his mind was no longer clouded by a haze of unfulfilled desire he could contemplate the best form of retribution. And from the grin she shot him over her shoulder as she went to answer the door, she didn't just expect it, she anticipated it. Far be it from him to disappoint the lady. She no doubt expected his usual salacious behaviour and hoped that the presence of her family would thwart his plans.

What she may have failed to realize was that this was a game that Killian was determined to win. A plan began to take form in his mind, he chuckled, knowing that she wouldn't see this coming. He would have his retribution, her family cheering them on, AND get even closer to his goal of having her in every single way.

"This is going to be fun." He murmured to himself, grinning as he opened the door.