The pleasant weight of sleep lay across her shoulders, her eyelids bobbing open and closed as moonlight caught in her lashes. She wasn't exactly sure what had woken her, but Emma lazed there in the place between dreaming and waking, a feeling of utter relaxation and well being tucked around her.
The weight on her shoulders shifted, and a few strands of her hair were readjusted. Her head lolled to the side, and Emma came face to face with Killian, his breath falling softly across her cheek. His eyes slowly focused on her face, his thoughts returning to the present from some place and time far removed, and he gave her the slightest of smiles as he started humming faintly. The melody caught at something in the back of her mind, thought she couldn't exactly place it in the slight haze that clouded her thoughts. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a moment as his thumb rubbed small circles along her jaw. Had she been properly awake, she would have been surprised at his tenderness, but her unguarded self relished in being taken care of for once.
It's actually rather nice, waking up next to him.
He had nearly lulled her back to sleep when the errant thought snuck across her mind, and her eyes popped open in disbelief. Killian's brow knitted slightly as she searched within herself, looking for an ounce of a lie in the sentiment, but she found none. She hadn't much practice waking up with anyone in a bed—after all, it wasn't like she and Neal had actually ever lived anywhere permanently—but it wasn't that, either.
She wanted Killian.
As infuriating as he was, as rocky as their alliance turned rivalry turned tentative friendship had been…she liked having him in her life. She liked how he made her feel, as surprising as that was given that she had been running from feeling for the better portion of her life. She wanted to feel everything he had already re-awakened in her—and more.
She wanted to kiss him.
So she did, her fingers gently pulling at the nape of his neck as her lips found his, her eyes fluttering closed as his stubble scraped against her skin and his lips melted into hers. Her heart pounded in her chest, sure and strong as it beat against the remnants of the walls that had contained it for so long, practically singing at the feel of his surprisingly soft mouth on her own.
But he wasn't leaning into the kiss, wasn't pulling her against him…wasn't really reacting at all. Emma pulled back, her eyes snapping open and her fingers flying to cover her offending mouth as a red tide of embarrassment flooded her face.
"I…you didn't…you don't…" she stuttered as she scooted towards the other side of the bed, internally cursing herself. She had been the one to say sex was off limits, she had been avoiding this very confrontation for over a year, and yet she had been the one to grab him.
And he hadn't kissed her back.
Killian could feel her slipping away, her warmth retreating across the bed as she fled. He had been so shocked to feel her lips against his, so entranced by the way her fingers were curling in his hair and holding him to her, that he had been completely frozen. But her sudden retreat spurred him into action, his hand flying out so his fingers could lock around her wrist. Killian pulled her back to his side, his lips crashing down on hers with all the force of a tidal wave, his hand threading into her hair as he held her close. She gasped, and Killian's tongue slid along the edge of her lips, the taste of her sending sparks shooting into his fingertips. Her fingers fisted in his shirt, her head angling slightly to fit her mouth tighter to his as her lips parted on a small moan.
The moment that her tongue brushed against his, Killian knew he was lost. She tasted clean and wild, and he wanted to pull every ounce of her within his being until she was an immovable piece of him. Instead, he settled for pulling her body the last fraction of an inch flush against his, their feet tangled together in the warm pocket at the bottom of the bed.
She was the first to pull back, her hands gently pressing against his chest as she drew deep, rapid breaths. Killian opened his eyes and searched the set of her features for evidence of annoyance or reluctance or the desire to bolt again. He was startled at just how naked her expression was, how timid she seemed as she gazed up at him through her lashes, and he was struck by an absurd notion that perhaps it had been as long for her as it had been for him. He had not had a lover since Milah—had not the opportunity while in Neverland, and then had not the earnest desire until his Swan had pulled him from the wreckage—and he was humbled at the possibility that being here meant as much to her as it did to him.
That still didn't mean he didn't miss the spitfire who always kept him on his toes and bested him on more than one occasion. A grin spread across his features as he resolved to coax that sass and confidence out of her. His head dipped, lips settling ever so delicately in the hollow beneath her jaw. The pulse fluttering there jumped at the contact, her fingers unwittingly contracting in his shirt, her fingernails scraping against his chest ever so slightly. Killian had to tamp down on the lust that surged through his veins. He forced his fingers to ghost down the tendons of her neck and across the elegant ridge of her collarbone instead of rushing to find the more delicate flesh he so wanted to explore. She was going to be with him every step of the way—and equal in both temper and passion—even if it killed him.
His lips searched along the top of her jaw, and he delighted in the soft moan that escaped her lips when he found a sensitive spot just behind the lobe of her ear. His teeth flashed out to tease her soft flesh, and she reflexively arched into him, her hips colliding with his. Killian groaned but did not increase the pressure of his mouth or the pace of his fingers as they eased along the collar of her shirt. The garment didn't scoop so low that he would come into contact with the flesh of her magnificent breasts, but he was confident that the tantalizing nearness would be enough to stoke the fire within her to new heights. He thought he could hear a grunt of frustration as his fingers continued back up to the opposite shoulder and then down the outside of her arm, and he grinned to himself before blowing gently on the now moist flesh of her neck. Emma gasped slightly, shivering as she pulled his mouth back to hers for another passionate kiss that did funny things to Killian's ability to reason. He bit her tongue ever so gently and was rewarded as her unsteady fingers started tearing at the buttons holding his shirt closed. She ripped the tails out of his trousers, her hands smoothing up his bared torso, brushing against his nipples as she reached for his shoulders, easing the fabric back until she had access to as much skin as she could get.
Her lips fastened in the hollow beneath his Adam's apple as eased the fabric down her arms. Killian eased on top of her, releasing the weight from his arms so that she could rid him of the offending garment. He could feel the moment her fingers ran into the leather straps encasing his left forearm, her body stilling completely beneath his.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Killian rolled onto his back, cursing himself. Of all the moronic, dim-witted, mood-ruining…it wasn't like he was in the habit of taking the base off except for washing, but if his brain hadn't been so addled by the rum, he would have thought of it, he was sure…
Emma's fingers tugged at his arm as she methodically pulled leather straps from buckles until the cuff that had encompassed his arm from elbow to wrist slid free. She brushed his skin gently, her lips ghosting over the jagged scar at the base of his wrist and up to the crook of his elbow. She looked up at him as her teeth nipped hesitantly at his flesh, her hand curving reassuringly around his waist.
So this must be what it feels like to fly, Killian thought, his body filled with the most indescribable mix of relief and arousal and…joy. He bent down to her, his lips caressing hers with a tenderness he hadn't know was still within him. Emma shifted, gradually easing into his lap, her long legs winding themselves around his waist as she pulled him the rest of the way to sitting, her arms crossing between them as she pulled the hem of her shirt towards their tangled mouths. She pulled away just long enough to toss the garment away, her lips returning to his the moment the fabric was clear. Killian caught her curls as they tumbled down her back, his fingers burrowing through them, the combination of silken hair and satin skin distracting as he sought the miniature hooks of her undergarment. As 'advanced' as this land believed itself to be, they still used a majority of the methods for fastening clothes—and especially lingerie—that had been used for hundreds of years before, and, while not an easy feat to accomplish with one hand, he managed to unfasten it after only a handful of seconds of difficulty. The weight of her breasts settled against his chest, his gut clenching as he felt her nipples pebble against him. He growled, taking the hardened flesh in his mouth, teeth and tongue lavishing Emma's breast until she arched her back towards him, her head falling back as the sexiest noises he had ever heard were ripped from her throat.
He wrapped his left arm around her, his hand easing between them and past the hem of her jeans, no longer able to hold back from exploring her hot secrets for himself. He pushed past her soft curls, her slick heat greeting him as he found the pearl of her desire. The wild moan that his touch elicited shot straight to his core, and it was almost an agony to not be inside her at that moment. He stroked her gently, his fingers unwavering in their pursuit of the exact spot, speed, and pressure that would make her—
Emma cried out, her hands fastening on his shoulders as her hips rocked against him, her desire flowing around his fingers as he grinned into the base of her neck. He didn't relent, his motions pushing her higher and higher, ever closer to her release. Killian pulled back and looked up at her, sensing the moment drawing nearer and wanting to remember the moment in absolute detail. She gasped, her whole body rocking as she pulled her head up. Her gaze pierced him to his soul, her lips trembling as she looked at him. "Killian…" she whispered, and then her head lolled back, every muscle going rigid as an orgasm crashed through her.
He held her close as they rode the wave together, her body gradually relaxing back into him. They stilled for a moment, her face buried in his neck, his arms immovably wrapped around her, but Emma didn't stay still for long. Desire still burned deep in her—the same, intense desire that had taken root in Killian—and she pushed him back to the bed before unceremoniously stripping them both of any remaining clothing. His heart contracted painfully in his chest as she rose over him, her fingers smoothing over the muscles in his abdomen as she took him inside her, inch by agonizing inch, until her hips settled against his. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth forming a delicate "O" as she started to move, her flesh sliding over his with ever increasing intensity. Killian arched his hips to meet her, their movement making her breasts sway and her hair tumble around her shoulders. His hand slid up her body to capture one tempting nipple, and he could feel her clench around him in excitement. Not yet, he though, forcing his level of arousal to the back of his mind as he teased her body. Not finished yet. Not finishing without her. He pulled her down to him, his lips fastening on her ear as his hips pumped into her. "Don't leave me behind, lass," he growled, clinging to his last scrap of control. "Come with me, Emma."
She cried out as she crashed over the edge once more, pulling him with her, their voices as tangled in passion as their bodies.