AN: I promised some fluff, but this took a bit of a turn. Here's a (borderline M-rated) uninterrupted scene from 4x14 for you all, because, come on.
There was more she had wanted to say to him, but then Killian was leaning forward, his hand finding the back of her neck, his eyes shutting, and Emma was suddenly otherwise occupied.
She kissed him back, slow and lazy and gentle, feeling her concerns evaporate. She may not know everything about his beginnings, and she may not know all the hurt he had caused, but Emma meant the words she had said to him so long ago; she was tired of living in the past. She trusted Killian- had been given a reason to trust him, time and time again. Emma knew the difference between the pirate she'd trapped on a beanstalk and the pirate that now held her close, palm pressing into her back.
This pirate is care and contentment where there had once been distrust and unease. He's safety, warmth in the circle of his arms, in the press of his lips...
They kissed feverishly now, hands roaming along the other's body, grabbing at hair and clutching at waists. Emma felt the cool shock of metal on her bare skin as Killian pressed his hook against the small of her back, beneath the sweater that was now riding up. She fought back a shiver, shifting herself onto Killian's lap, knees on either side of his thighs. He lifted his hips towards Emma's, every inch of him needing every inch of her, as she shoved his jacket off his shoulders.
She trailed her lips away from his, making her way across his jaw, down his neck. Her hair tickled him as it fell around her shoulders, filling his nose with the scent of lavender. It was intoxicating, and Killian let his head roll back for a moment, basking in the swipe of Emma's tongue against his throat. When she began to work the buttons of his vest, Killian snapped into action. He moved in one swift motion, flipping her onto her back and pressing her into the sofa.
"Ladies first." Killian explained in a lascivious whisper, looking into Emma's eyes as they darkened. She stared at him for a heated moment before her lips curled into a siren's smile.
"Well then, let's see the best in you, Pirate." she challenged, the tease watered down a bit by the breathlessness of her voice.
Killian smirked deviously, pressing his lips to the hollow of her throat. His hands ran up her sides, her sweater rising higher and higher. Emma got the hint, leaning up just enough for him to pull the article off of her. He took in the sight of her, the small, would-be corset leaving little to the imagination, the deep blue contrasting with her pale skin. Something close to a growl rose from Killian's throat as he moved to kiss her again.
But Emma had other ideas, placing a halting hand to his chest. "Isn't it bad form to have on more clothes than I do?" she quipped, punctuating the question with another wicked grin.
"As I said, love, ladies first." Killian retorted, but Emma was already back on his vest, popping the buttons off in quick succession before doing the same with the shirt beneath it. She kissed down his chest with every new inch of skin the undone buttons revealed, permitting Killian to lay her back down against the cushions after a moment.
He worked his way down her chest, kissing the expanse of her smooth skin, continuing along her stomach as Emma arched upwards. Killian paused at the top of her jeans, glancing up at her, his expression a replica of that moment on the beanstalk the day they'd met. Just as it had then, Emma felt her pulse quicken, nodding silently in response to Killian's unspoken question. He popped the button of her jeans, bringing the zipper down with his teeth.
"Christ," Emma muttered as his eyes never left hers. Killian grinned smugly up at her, and if she were in a more clear state of mind, Emma would have rolled her eyes. But Killian had tugged her pants down her legs, pressing his lips against the thin scrap of lace that now covered her, and she couldn't help but whimper.
Pick a partner who knows what he's doing, she recalled him saying lifetimes ago, and as her breath grew shaky and too loud, Emma thought through the haze in her brain that the words didn't just apply to dancing.
(She'd once be a little jealous, knowing all the women he'd been with. But at that moment, with Killian's lips on her, Emma was glad that his experience had taught him more than just how to waltz).