The next morning Emma woke to Killian gently nudging her arm. "Morning," she mumbled in a sleep filled voice. "What time is it?"
"It's only six love, I can't sleep anymore. I just didn't want to alarm you if I wasn't here when you woke," he answered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
A sweet smile broke through her groggy haze. His thoughtfulness would never cease to amaze her. "Thank you," she whispered, then gave him a peck on his lips.
Killian made to get up from the bed, but Emma threw her hand out to grab at his arm, "Where are you running off to?" she asked. "Stay and snuggle."
"Just for a bit, love, then I want to get some food in you, and since you have none, I'll be running out for a bit," he spoke quietly. Killian laid back down and let Emma snuggle into him.
Squirming so she could fully settle into the safe haven of his arms, she felt relaxation sweep over her as he rubbed soothing circles to her back. Emma breathed in the fresh scent of her boyfriend, and let it comfort her. She was out within five minutes.
Killian delicately pulled away from her so he wouldn't rouse her again, then he bundled her in the comforter, and kissed her on the cheek. Having showered the night before, he brushed, dressed in dark blue jeans and a black henley (clothes he'd purchased before his untimely death), and got ready to go grab breakfast.
As Killian strolled down Storybrooke's main street he saw the prince locking up the Sheriff's station. "Morning, Dave," he greeted his friend.
"Morning, what has you up and out this early in the morning," David asked conversationally.
"Your daughter's lack of food in the house," he replied, scratching that spot behind his ear. He wasn't quite sure if the prince and the bandit knew that he would be staying with their daughter on a permanent basis. May as well just get it out there, he thought.
"Ah, yes," David chuckled, "Emma does have atrocious cooking skills, if it's not from a box or a grilled cheese…" he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.
Killian laughed at his candid response. He felt a bit of relief that David didn't seem to harbor any animosity about him staying with Emma last night.
"Don't you dare tell her I said that, either," David added, pointing his finger at Killian's chest.
"Aye, mate, I'll take it to my grave," Killian jested.
"Too soon," David admonished Killian's poor taste in jokes. He put a firm hand on Killian's shoulder, "Way too soon."
Killian smiled at the prince's lack of humor over his numerous deaths, "I imagine you're right," he sighed.
"Are we still on for lunch today?" David asked.
"Aye, we'll be there."
"Mary Margaret wants to do it at the loft instead of Granny's, say around one o'clock?"
"It's a plan, can we bring anything?" Killian offered.
"Just yourselves," David smiled.
Parting ways, David went to do his rounds, and Killian continued onto Granny's to procure his Swan a hearty breakfast.
Back home Emma woke with a start, feeling as though she'd overslept, or forgotten something. She glanced over at the clock to see that it was almost seven-thirty, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so rested. Stretching out lazily, she closed her eyes and just let the relaxing peace wash over her. Inhaling deeply she could smell breakfast, and coffee. She hopped out of bed, her need for her morning fix too great to stay in the comfort of the bed. Slipping on a white tank top and a pair of pink boy cut panties, Emma brushed her teeth, then bounded down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen she watched as Killian plated up a divine looking breakfast, and she spotted two large to-go cups of coffee.
"You are the best," she praised slipping up behind him and circling her arms around his waist. She rested her head between his shoulder blades, and inhaled his scent, again a powerful sense of comfort and home filled her.
"Good morning to you too, darling," he replied, turning around in her arms to greet her properly. He pressed his lips to hers, and wrapped his arms around her, "You taste minty, Swan."
"So do you, did you buy a toothbrush while you were out?" she asked, enjoying the solace of his embrace.
"I used yours before I left," he answered, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Emma just laughed at the pure domesticity of it all.
"Sit, love, let me serve you Granny's finest."
Emma broke from his arms and moved to sit down in the chair.
"What are you wearing," he groaned, "are you ever going to wear clothing again?"
"Only when strictly necessary," she joked.
His eyes appraised her hungrily as she sat down, purposely leaving her legs apart.
"See something you like, Captain," she asked innocently, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
"You little minx," he growled, taking two quick steps toward her, he grabbed her up off the chair and crashed his mouth to hers. His hand snaked under her tank top, caressing the bare skin of her back, while his hook anchored her waist to his.
Emma moaned at the feel of her breasts grazing his chest, everything touching, and rubbing in all the right places. She threaded her arms around his waist and slipped her hands into his back pockets, squeezing his tantalizing ass, one she'd ogled many times, then she thrust him flush to her nuzzled his neck, first marking him with the pleasurable pressure of her tongue and lips, then soothed it with delicate strokes of her tongue.
"You keep that up, and I'm going to take you right here, darling," he warned in his deep timbre.
"Mmmm, I don't see the problem," Emma breathed against neck, rolling her hips into his again.
Killian looked down into her eyes to gauge her words. What he saw was her clear green orbs staring back at him issuing an unspoken challenge. Take me, they said. His resolve to be a gentleman broke. Hand and hook were at her sides quickly releasing her from her flimsy tank top, her breast bared before him. He took her panties down in the same manner, then lifted her onto the edge of the dining table. Her rosy peaks stood at attention waiting for his affection, cupping one in his hand, his mouth descended on the other. He pulled her tight bud into his mouth suckling gently at first then grazing lightly with his teeth, while pinching and twisting at her other nipple. Her choked breathing told him she was enjoying this slightly rougher play.
She had both her hands leaned out in back of her to support herself as Killian lavished her with his mouth and hand. She could feel her wetness pooling, and longed for him to relieve the torturous ache at her center. She brought one hand forward to place at the back of his head as he switched his oral assault to her other breast. Holding him in place, she silently urged him to continue suckling at her, his lips felt downright sinful wrapped around her, tongue flicking over her peak. The cold steel of his hook jarred her senses as he drew it across her abandoned nipple. "Oh my god," she panted out, "more, Killian."
He loved hearing her desperate plea for more. He knew exactly where she wanted his attention, pulling back from her, he brought his hook to the valley between her breasts and prodded her to lay back. Killian bent down to grab both her ankles, then propped them on the table so she was spread out before him. She was the picture of lascivious indulgence and he wanted nothing more than to indulge in her.
The table was cold against her back causing a shiver to run through her body. She looked into his eyes and read his intent, another shiver running through her body for an entirely different reason. Watching as his tongue ran the length of his bottom lip, she inhaled sharply anticipating the sweet relief she needed. It took all her self restraint to not reach down between her legs and relieve the ache herself.
"Please, Killian." Then, finally, finally he brought hand and hook around her thighs and bowed his head between her legs. She heard his deep inhale and subsequent moan right before he licked along her slippery slit. She couldn't help the deep throaty moan that escaped her.
"Gods, Swan, you taste amazing," he lauded.
He swirled his tongue around her core opening her up a bit, then sucked her clit into his mouth. Releasing her, he blew a cool breath against her heated flesh causing her hips to buck. He tightened his hold on her thighs, and blew again, then gently flicked his tongue out against her clit, lightly licking at her.
"Stop teasing," she pleaded. She brought her hand back to his head urging him to apply more pressure. She could feel him snickering against her.
He settled back in, loving her at a quick enough pace to have her heart pumping in her chest and her muscles tightening in anticipation, but he kept her there at the edge of the cliff, not letting her dive over it.
"Killian," she whined, craning her head off the table to glare down at him.
He stopped his ministrations to look up at her, his eyebrow cocked, lips glistening with her arousal. "Aye, lover?"
"Why are you teasing me?"
"I'm not trying to tease you,Swan. I'm enjoying myself, you are divine. Apologies, I just don't want you to come anywhere but wrapped around my cock. I want to feel you clamping around me."
Emma moaned at his dirty words, sitting up immediately she urged him to stand as well. She slipped his soft henley over his head, then went straight for his button and zipper, divesting him of his trousers at breakneck speed. Taking in the sight of him standing in his black boxer briefs, rigid erection tenting the cotton material, she reached her hand inside of his waistband and palmed his shaft. He leaned into her, resting his head on her shoulder as she slowly stroked him from base to tip and back again. His shaky breath against her neck sent chills through her body.
"I want you to fuck me right now," she quietly commanded into his ear, "I need to come, Killian." Stroking him slowly, Emma threaded the fingers of her other hand into his hair and tugged his head from her shoulder. Looking him square in the eye, she released his cock, "Get these off," she demanded, snapping the waist of his drawers.
"Oooh, I love it when you're bossy, Swan." He didn't get a chance to say anything else as she took advantage of her grip in his hair, guiding his mouth to hers to kiss him passionately.
Emma sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, she could taste herself on him, she moaned at the taste mixed with his skin. Opening her mouth her tongue met his, slowly exploring, she could taste her arousal more, and she couldn't get enough, the kiss sending shocks of desire through her.
Killian struggled to get his briefs off as she kissed him senseless, finally stepping out of them, he pressed his body flush against hers. Just the contact of his erection trapped between them, was enough to have him groaning into her mouth. "Lay back, Emma," his tone gravelly.
She laid back as he beckoned, and put her feet at the edge of the table splaying herself out for him once again. More than ready to feel him stretching her, she watched eagerly as he lined up at her entrance. Feeling him pushing into her, she dropped her head back against the table, letting the pleasure ebb through her body.
"You are so warm and tight, love," he praised, sliding into her wet core. Fully seated within her, he took a moment to let her adjust, and to fully appreciate the way he bottomed out filling her completely.
"Move, please," she begged. She felt him slide out, the drag against her walls sending another powerful jolt of pleasure surging through her. "I need it hard and fast."
"You need what hard and fast, love," he teased.
"Killian," she keened, "I need you, your cock, fuck me. Hard. And. Fast."
Heeding her request, he slammed back into her, bottoming out again before pulling back and going again. Her body began to slip further onto the table as he thrusted into her, so he placed his hand at her shoulder to keep her in place.
Emma wriggled her body back down the table to give him full access. His firm hand at her shoulder keeping her still, so she could feel the full impact, added to her gratification. "Yes, just like that," she encouraged. When she felt the cold curve of his hook press into her clit, she moaned so loudly that she brought her hand to her mouth. She bit down on her index finger to keep from shouting out.
"Don't do that, love, let me hear you," he beseeched. He slid his hook over her clit again, and watched as her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth went slack, another pleasurable sound evading her. He rolled circles around her nub, and held onto her shoulder, pumping into her. He increased his pace wanting to bring her to that ultimate high. Killian could feel her core begin to quiver around his length, the slight increase in friction sent a powerful wave of pleasure coursing through him.
All that could be heard in the room was the groan of the wooden table legs against the marble floor, heavy breathing between moans of pleasure, and the meeting of flesh.
Killian guided her leg over his shoulder, and Emma automatically brought her other leg up and over his shoulder. The change in angle had her gulping for air, he was still gripping her shoulder, practically bending her in half. He was hitting deeper, the pressure and fullness making it hard for Emma to see straight.
Killian needed her to come, the tension of his escalating release edging between pleasure and pain.
"Let go, Emma, let me feel you, love, let me see you come undone," he encouraged.
Hearing Killian's hoarse voice overcome with desire and asking her to let go for him, she relinquished all control. Her climax crested through her, muscles tensing and flexing, the pulsating in her core and clit surging out to the rest of her body. Waves of bliss continued to ripple through her, even as Killian's thrusts became erratic in seeking his release.
The tight pulsing around his cock was what he'd been craving and chasing. The rhythmic squeeze of her walls had Killian shouting her name amongst a litany of praises and cursing, he slammed home once more as his release filled her. He slowed his pace, tenderly riding out his climax, savoring the warm sheath around him, while also bringing Emma down from her high.
Emma felt boneless, she couldn't hold her legs up for one second longer. She let them drop from his shoulders unceremoniously, spreading herself wide open for his perusal.
"Gods, Swan, I don't think I've seen a sexier sight than you completely sated, with your pretty core bared and dripping my release," he extolled, letting his eyes rake over her current state.
"Stop talking like that, or we're never going to eat!" she said, a deep blush flooding her cheeks, and who knows what else.
Killian laughed, hearing the exasperation in her tone. He did love when his words caused her to blush.
After cleaning up from their tryst, and getting dressed, (Killian didn't bother to put on anymore than his boxers, since Emma was so scantily clad) they finally sat down to enjoy their breakfast. She smiled at the simplicity of the morning, wondering how long they'd have before the next crisis.
"What's on your mind, Swan?"
"Oh, I'm just wondering how long before our presence is required for some mess or another."
"Don't jinx us darling, this has been a dream come true to get this time with you, alone and uninterrupted."
"We are finally getting to enjoy the quiet moments, and have some of that fun you promised me," she smiled at him lovingly.
"Aye, there's more where that came from," he smirked while enthusiastically waggling his eyebrows at her.
Emma just laughed and rolled her eyes. "Let's clean up and then find something to watch on Netflix."
"How about I clean up, and you go set up something for us to watch," he suggested.
"I'm not going to argue," Emma answered, leaning across the table to give him a peck on the cheek. She grabbed her cup of coffee and headed to set up a movie. Sitting on the coffee table she browsed through the menu. Deciding that Killian probably wasn't ready for this realms depictions of Storybrooke's residents, she opted for a film she knew he'd enjoy.
"What have you picked out for us, Swan, none of that reality t.v. malarkey, I hope?" Killian asked, sprawling out on the couch.
"I picked out one of my favorites," she told him, turning around to join him on the couch, "um, where am I supposed to sit?"
Killian patted his chest, "Come lay with me, love."
Smiling at her sweet pirate, she laid down on top of him slipping her right leg between him and the back of the couch. She gently bent her other leg to rest across his thighs. Crooking her right arm under his left, she wrapped her free arm around his chest, the whole of her upper body splayed against his.
Killian wrapped his hooked arm around her, and brought his hand up to interlace his fingers with hers. He watched the screen intently as a considerable ship broke through an eerily thick fog.
"Who is this vile Gibbs, and where did he get the notion that singing about pirates is bad luck?" he scoffed. "Awww, the little lass is a Swan as well? This Lieutenant Norrington needs a swift kick in the arse."
Emma paused the movie, "Killian, are you going to do commentary on the entire movie, or watch it?" she chided.
"Sorry, love, I'll try to keep it to a minimum," he smiled at her.
They got through the rest of the movie with only a few more comments, one that the Jolly was a much finer ship than the Black Pearl, one about it being bad form to take all a man's rum, and one about the eccentric but dashing Jack Sparrow being a little overly dramatic for a feared pirate Captain, to which Emma only replied, "Takes one to know one." That earned her a hearty laugh from Killian.
"Admit it, Swan, you love my flair for the dramatic, my penchant for panache, my swagger I believe Henry called it," he bantered back.
Emma just rolled her eyes, but didn't deny it. Peeking up from where she was laid on his chest, she kissed him softly, gentle grazes along his lips, extolling her love. "This is where I always want to be," she told him, squeezing his hand with hers.
"Where's that, love?"
Looking straight into the depths of his gorgeous eyes, she remembered her promise to herself, to never let Killian experience another moment of not knowing exactly how she felt. "Here in our home, in your arms, where I feel safe and protected, loved and cherished," she finished on a whisper.
Killian felt a lightness in his heart, her words acknowledging all the feelings he wished to convey through his love, were music to his ears. Finding himself momentarily speechless, he kissed her deeply. He brought her hand and placed it over his heart, then gently cupped her cheek. "I don't think you know quite how much those words mean to me, Emma. I know it's difficult for you to open up, and I know you're making an effort, and I just want you to know that I see it, I treasure it."
Emma found it a little harder to breathe listening to him speak, her throat constricting with the tears that wanted to come. She wasn't sad or upset, but rather overwhelmed. Overwhelmed at what it felt like to have a lover focus on her feelings and emotions, not just his own. "I'd love to know that my words mean as much to you, as your words just meant to me," she managed to speak, without breaking down. The look of adoration on his face helped to that end.
Killian wrapped both arms around her and held her tight. Emma snuggled against his heart, his chest hair tickling her cheek. They let the moment wash over and caress them.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"A little past eleven."
"We have to meet my parents at the diner," she said, with just a hint of regret that they wouldn't be able to stay in all day.
"Actually, I ran into your father this morning and we are invited to their place for lunch at one," he amended.
Emma smiled, "Good, because I'm comfortable and I don't want to get up yet." Reaching for the remote she posed the question, "More Captain Jack Sparrow, or shall I introduce you to Marty McFly?"
"Marty McWho? This Sparrow fellow has actually grown on me, I wish to see where his compass will lead him next."
Emma just laughed and brought up Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Settling into Killian's chest, she yawned, "We can watch about an hour now, and we can watch the rest when we get home."
"Alright, Swan," he answered, running his hook up and down her back.
"It's not like them to be late, David."
"I ran into Killian this morning, he told me they would be here at one. They're only fifteen minutes late," he tried calming his wife.
"I already called, no one's picking up, I think we should check on them," Snow persisted.
"Fine," David acquiesced, hands on his hips "but we're probably going to run into them on the way."
"Then that's fine, but with everything that's gone on, I just want to make sure everything is okay," she explained, putting the baby in his stroller.
Ten minutes later they were knocking on the door, to no answer. Snow tried the handle and much to her surprise it opened. Walking inside they followed the sound of the television. When they rounded the corner to the living room, Snow let out a sigh of relief, hand coming up to her heart, and David audibly huffed, folding his arms across his chest. There on the couch was Emma in her tank and panties, and Captain Hook in his boxer briefs, snuggling like lovers do.
Snow looked at her husband with a sheepish smile.
"See I told you they were fine," David grumbled.
"I had to be sure," she shrugged.
Walking over, Snow took the plush blanket off the back of the couch and covered them up. She smiled as both snuggled in deeper to the other when the blanket surrounded them.
She made her way back to David, "Let's go," she said, and pushed him toward the door.
"Well, we're already here, shouldn't we wake them up and tell them to put some clothes on or something?"
Snow laughed as they exited the house, "David, she's a full grown woman, we were in their house, let them have their fun."
"What about lunch? They should put clothes on and come have lunch," he tried.
Snow placed both hands on her husband's smooth cheeks, "Emma didn't sleep as the Dark One, she didn't sleep in the underworld, and probably barely slept in New York while searching for Henry. She needs sleep, Charming."
"You're right," he responded, a smile on his face. "Besides, look who else fell asleep, let's get home, and maybe we can have a little fun of our own."
"You mean we get to watch Pirates of the Caribbean?" she joked.
"Very funny," David deadpanned, carrying the stroller down the front steps.
"Well, it is your favorite movie," she needled.
"It is not!" he exclaimed, starting down the street toward home.
"Oh, please, you've loved that movie since before we had our real memories. Admit it, you like badass pirates."
"Shhhh! Anyone could hear you, sweetie," he pleaded.
They bantered back and forth all the way home, where they put the baby in his crib, and then they did indeed have a little fun of their own.