Smutty midnight sex. Around 15 weeks. Yay for insanely vivid and erotic dreams, courtesy of (you guessed it) raging hormones.

Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time does not belong to me. Nor do the characters. Though the writers can steal this scene for the show if they want to. I don't mind one bit.

At first Killian thought he was still dreaming. He moaned a little, sleep giving way to consciousness as he came to. It was dark, the moon shining through the bedroom window indicating it was perhaps 2 or 3 AM. And he felt absolutely amazing. Looking down, he saw Emma crouched between his legs, golden hair shining in the moonlight, lips wrapped around his cock.

"Oh gods." It was no dream.

"Mmmmm?" She hummed around him, continuing to suck him deep into her mouth.

"Emma?" He tried to fight through his sleepy stupor as he processed what she was doing. "Oh, fuck." Oh, it was exactly what he'd thought she was doing.

She pulled her hot mouth away, her hand sliding over his wet shaft as she licked, sucked, and kissed him in between her words. "I'm sorry, handsome." Lick. Kiss. "I woke up from a really amazing dream." Suck. Lick. "And I really wanted you." She completely enveloped his cock in her mouth again, her throat opening as she took him deep. He groaned, louder than he meant to. "Just lay back, and enjoy."

His hand came down to rest in her hair, caressing her head as it bobbed in his lap. If this wasn't the best way to wake up in the middle of the night, he didn't know what was. She'd obviously been stimulating him for a while, because he was rock hard already, and he wondered what had gotten her so worked up that she just had to fuck him. Again, not that he was complaining. "You never need to apologize for something like this, love," he purred.

Satisfied that he was awake, aroused, and willing, Emma crawled up his body and straddled his hips. Thanks to her overactive hormones, her dreams had been really vivid of late, almost hyper-realistic, and about 75% of them involved Killian. Or sex. Usually both. When she woke up tonight, she was surprised to find herself absolutely aching for him and wetness already coating her inner thighs. She figured it couldn't hurt to surprise him with random, midnight sex. Or to wake him up with a blowjob. Something told her he'd be fine with it.

She teased his length with her soft folds, letting him know just how wet she was for him, both of them groaning as their heated flesh came into contact. Rising up slightly, she sank down onto him, sheathing his cock inside her in one slow movement. "Oh god, yes," she sighed as he filled her, stretching her walls. His hand and hook went to her hips, tracing circles into her soft skin.

He had to suck in a breath to steady himself. She was soaking wet already, hot and tight and ready for him. And she felt fucking incredible. "Mmmm. So what exactly was this dream, then?" he asked.

She laughed breathlessly as she began to rock on him, slowly at first. "Well, we were back at Lake Nostos, but it was just the two of us. Nobody else. And we were fighting, you know, with swords," she bit her lip, seemingly embarrassed to tell him more, but he bucked his hips up into her, pulling a moan from her lips, and she continued. "and just like it really happened, you got me on my back and started talking dirty and made me think about fucking you, and I was so aroused. Yes, even then." He smirked at her, gripping her hips tighter as she rode him harder. Even in the midst of their duel, even after all the harsh words and betrayals, he hadn't been able to resist flirting with her. "So, I knocked you out, but instead of jumping through the portal, somehow I was ripping your damn leather pants open and pulling your cock out."

"Gods, if only, lass. Certainly would have changed things a bit." He pumped himself into her harder and reached down to touch her, only to have her move his fingers away.

"Oh no you don't." She moved his arms above his head, kissing and nibbling at his neck, then returned to riding him, rubbing at her clit as she rocked him deep inside her. "Your job is to just relax and enjoy."

"So that was the whole dream?" He wanted to touch her more, but hearing her tell him about her little fantasy while she fucked him was pretty amazing too.

"No," she looked away for a moment, her shyness amusing given the fact that he was literally buried inside her. "I might have sucked your cock until you woke up, and then fucked you right there on the sand."

"Like this?" He pumped his hips up into her more, thrusting deep so he could hit that spot she loved, pulling a gasp from her lips. He felt her start to flutter around him as she chased her release, circling her hips and working him deeper and faster.

"Oh god, just like this. Me naked, with you on your back- but still half-dressed, in my dream. Your hand and hook on my hips as I rode you."

She was so close, he could feel it in her body, hear it in her voice. "Close your eyes, love. Imagine we're back on that beach. You did just wake me with your amazing mouth, and now you're having your way with me. And I'm giving in to you, because you know how bad I've always wanted you." She moaned, letting herself give in to the fantasy. And really, it was a fantasy he could enjoy too, imagining their confrontation at the lake taking a far more enjoyable turn. "Though, fair warning," he growled, rolling her onto her back as she squeaked out her surprise, "I wouldn't just lie there, darling. You should know that by now. I'd probably have to flip you over and take you at some point." He kissed her neck as he drove deep into her, her moans and gasps and his grunts filling the quiet room. Pulling him closer, she wrapped her legs around him. "Oh, God, Killian," she whimpered in his ear. "Make me come," she whispered.

He shifted his hips to rub against her clit with each thrust, and she shattered, coming hard around him and triggering his own release. They clung to each other, panting, as they rode out the waves of pleasure sparking through their bodies. "Oh my god." She panted. "Oh god, thank you. I needed that so bad."

He tried to catch his breath as well, rolling off of her and pulling her into his side. "300 years and I've never had anyone wake me up like that, love. You're bloody incredible."

"I just keep having these really crazy dreams." She ran her hand over her belly, which had just barely started to swell with the life inside it. "I've read that it's normal, but they seem so real." She settled against him, fingertips moving from her own skin to his, tracing lines over his chest. "I think I'll sleep a little better now though." He could feel her smile against his shoulder, pleased that she felt as good as he did. He ran his hand down her arm and placed his hand over her belly, wishing their "bean" was big enough for him to feel. "Anything yet?" he asked, knowing she'd be able to feel him or her move before he could. She sighed contentedly. "Not yet. Soon, though."

He kept his hand on her belly anyway, just in case, listening to her breathing even out as she drifted back to sleep.