A/N: If you aren't into smut (smuff), stop reading now. That's pretty much all this chapter is. :) Enjoy!

"I was hoping it'd be you."

She can barely hear the words spoken into the soft skin of her neck through the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears, the scrape of his scruff as his mouth moves to her earlobe rough, yet completely and overwhelmingly arousing.

"What…oh…God…." Her head falls back against the cabinet behind her as he begins to lightly suck a mark behind her ear, his left hand having moved to her breast now tortuously tweaking her nipple through the fabric of her pajama top.

"In the hallway, Swan. I was hoping it was you making all that noise."

Before she can respond his mouth is on hers again, his tongue curling around hers as he completely devours her in a passionate assault. Needing an anchor, she slides her fingers through his hair, clinging tightly to the back of his head as she allows herself to drown in him, suddenly desperate for more, spurred on by their abundant physical chemistry. Her free hand snakes down his back, his muscles rippling under her fingers as she slides her fingers beneath his waistband to cup his ass, pulling him impossibly closer into the cradle of her thighs. The almost pained grunt that passes his lips breaks their kiss, his lust filled eyes searching hers as he rocks his hips forward, his right hand moving to free the few buttons of her shirt, rough fingers caressing the skin between her breasts as the fabric begins to part.

She wants to say something in response to his previous statement, but the look in his eyes has rendered her speechless. Never has she felt more desired in her life than she does right now. He looks almost lost in his passion for her, his lips slightly parted as if he wants to say something, but can't seem to find the words. Freeing her hand from the thick strands of his hair, she moves to cup his cheek, her thumb seeking and sliding along the soft pad of his bottom lip. She takes a sharp breath in when she feels the tip of his tongue run along her skin, his lips and teeth softly closing around her thumb as he slowly begins to suck. She's so lost in the feel of his mouth and the intensity of his gaze that she doesn't register her shirt being completely opened until his palm makes contact against the skin of her bare breast, the warmth of his hand a delicious contrast to her slightly damp skin from their water fight.

Releasing her thumb from his mouth, making sure to swirl his tongue around the tip once more for good measure, she watches as he finally allows his gaze to shift down to her now uncovered breasts, his intentions for where his tongue will go to work next abundantly clear to them both. Before he can lean down she moves forward, needing to take back some control and give as well as get pleasure, stop him from being the only active participant in their heated dance. Her lips connect with his in a kiss that is softer than intended, the soft push and pull somehow more intimate as she slowly tastes and explores. His hand moves from her breast to around her neck, his fingers sliding into her hair as she begins to make her move.

She smiles against his mouth at his intake of breath when her still damp thumb finds his nipple, her mouth having distracted him long enough to allow her to maneuver her hand between them and begin an exploration of her own. Pressing her fingernail against his sensitive skin, she swallows his breathy curse of pleasure as his mouth trembles slightly against hers, his obvious pleasure at her touch turning her on as never before with another man. The desire pooling between her thighs must be evident to him with his erection pressed firmly against her center, surprising her that the thin material separating them hasn't combusted with their combined heat.

"Emma…love…"

His forehead rests against hers as she drags her fingernails along the skin of his chest, his abdominal muscles contracting in anticipation of her touch as her fingers map the line of hair leading downwards. In a flash, she finds her hand pressed against the cabinet by her head, his fingers lacing between hers as he holds her firmly against the wood. Her protest dies on her lips when his head dips down and his mouth finally finds her breast, his tongue doing things to her nipple that may cause her to climax in an embarrassingly quick fashion. Not caring a damn that she's lost control again, she leans back, relishing in the warmth of his mouth against her sensitive skin and drag of his palm as he slides his free hand beneath the fabric at her thigh.

He lets go of her hand against the cabinet and her fingers slide into his hair, tightening against his scalp when his teeth clamp down lightly, his tongue coming back out to soothe and further sensitize everything in its wake. The cool air passes over her breast as his mouth retreats, a whimper escaping her lips at the loss of contact as she mindlessly tries to pull him back. She can feel the chuckle against her collarbone where his lips have found a new home, his hand now gently pushing her thigh to open her legs wider as he shifts slightly to the side. He raises his head to look at her, her fingers sliding to behind his neck so she can drag his mouth back to hers as his fingers tease the sensitive skin at the crease of her thigh beneath the fabric of the boxers.

"Touch me, Killian."

His thumb finds and strokes the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center with an accuracy that causes her body to shudder against him, her hands gripping his shoulders so hard that he will undoubtedly find fingerprints embedded in his skin tomorrow. She tries to kiss him, but his ministrations are so overwhelming that she finds herself panting against his mouth, his name passing between her lips as he presses harder and with purpose, her release one circle of his thumb away from crashing over her.

"Killian…oh fuck..."

"You are so bloody beautiful, Emma." His voice is thick with desire as he leans in, capturing her lips as he turns his hand, pressing his palm firmly against her center to send her blissfully over the edge. She cries against his lips as she trembles against him, pleasure coursing through her everywhere they touch, her body craving his warmth as she begins to come down from her high. His mouth slows against hers, lips nipping lightly as he moves his hand from her center to wrap her thigh around his waist. She lifts her other leg on her own, clinging tightly to him as she slowly comes back to herself, her hands releasing their grip on his shoulders to slide around his neck. Pulling her lips back from his she gives him a somewhat shy smile, odd when you think about what has just occurred between them.

"You really are a gentleman."

"Aye, love. But, I assure you, I enjoyed that just as much as you did."

Using her legs still wrapped around his waist, she pulls him forward, sliding her still sensitive core firmly against him, his hands coming down to grip the counter to steady himself at the contact.

Leaning forward she places her lips against his ear, her tongue lightly tracing his lobe before speaking. "Perhaps there are other enjoyable activities still in store for you."

"Bloody hell, love."

His hands are back at her waist, holding her tight as he lifts her from the counter, her hands gripping his neck as he walks them from the kitchen back down the hallway towards his bedroom. She takes this opportunity to latch on to his neck, her lips sucking a mark similar to the one she knows is behind her ear, the flexing of his palm against the small of her back evidence of his approval of her actions.

Before she realizes what is happening, his hand is cradling her neck and he's leaning her down on his bed, pulling her up the mattress before allowing his weight to settle against her. Moving his hand from behind her, he leans up on his elbow to look down at her, passion and something deeper, something more evident in his expression as their eyes lock in dark room, moonlight and the faint light from the hallway casting everything in a dim glow.

Her fingers come up to caress his jaw, applying gentle pressure until he gets the hint and leans down to kiss her. Her mouth parts beneath his on a sigh when her breasts press against his chest, the soft hair on his belly caressing her skin as he begins to press against her in an almost imperceptible rhythm. The heat building between them becomes too much and she needs to get free of her clothes, needs him to do the same. Her hands slide down his side, fingers grasping his waistband on each hip as she begins to push the fabric down his thighs.

"Off."

He chuckles, but lifts his hips far enough let her drag his pants the rest of the way down his legs with her feet. When the fabric bunches around his ankles he kicks them off before leaning back on his knees, his hands coming to rest on her waist to help her remove the boxers she is wearing. She's so lost in the sight of him naked before her that she doesn't have a chance to be nervous as he slides the fabric down her legs, his hands caressing the sensitive skin behind her knees before settling back on top of her. Before he can take control again, she reaches her hand down to lightly grasp the thick heat of him pressed against her belly, the silky softness of his skin under her palm a stark contrast to the steely passion behind his eyes as she caresses him with purpose.

"Gods, Emma…"

His hips begin rocking of their own accord, chasing the friction her hand is providing, her body moving underneath his as his head falls to her shoulder. His breath his hot on her skin as he pants against her, his hand moving to grip her ass and lift her towards him, her name escaping his lips in a desperate groan as she increases the speed of her ministrations.

"Love, stop…I need…."

Knowing what he is trying to say, she eases her hand from around him, sliding her palm against his belly and up his chest to lift his head from her shoulder.

"Condom?"

His lips crash into hers before he answers, obviously in need of some form of release before he can speak, his hips stuttering against hers as he seems to attempt to regain a bit of control. Releasing her lips, he lifts himself from her slowly so he can lean over her to reach into the top drawer of his nightstand. She hears the telltale tearing of foil before he's shifting back to lie against her, her fingers reaching out to wrap around the condom in his hand before he can work it on. His eyes darken above her as he leans back a bit on his knees, allowing her access, his mouth opening slightly as she slowly works the latex over him, her lips and tongue reaching for his nipple as she tries to make this moment as pleasurable for him as possible.

"Oh fuck, love, you're a bloody goddess… "

She can't help the smile that curves her lips against his skin, her tongue peeking out to give his nipple one more lick before leaning back to look up at him. What she sees is a man who's control is about to snap and she is oh so ready to be taken. Leaning back against the pillow she stretches beneath him, inviting him to join her with a crook of her finger curled in his direction.

His mouth descends on hers at the same time as his hand presses against her breast, kneading her flesh as he aligns their hips with his thighs and his free hand. One of her hands grips his waist as the other circles him, guiding him to her center until she can feel the tip of him press into her wet heat. Releasing him she grabs his ass, pulling him down as he slides deep, filling her slowly as he allows her adjust to whole of him.

As he begins to slide slowly against her, her breath catches; the feel of him so perfect and overwhelming, like nothing she has experienced before. Her hips begin to move in tandem with his, searching for the drag of skin against skin as tiny pinpoints of pleasure begin to build with each slide, each time he breathes her name against her ear, each rake of her fingernails against the skin of his back.

"Feels so good, Killian, don't stop…."

"Never, love…gods, never."

His tongue slides against hers as he picks up speed, his hips snapping against hers as he begins to lose control, his hand lifting her hip to change the angle so each thrust brushes against her in a way that is making her see stars. She feels her release building fast, sweat mingling each time the skin of their stomachs meets in their now frenzied dance, her ankles locking around his waist as her muscles begin to clamp around him as she falls over the edge.

Her teeth close on her lower lip as she comes, her fingers grasping the sheet beneath her as he rides her through her orgasm. His hand finds her mouth, pulling her lip from between her teeth with his thumb as he looks down at her, his release imminent as his hips pump faster, pleasure washing over his face as he groans out her name against her lips. His movements slow as he leans in to kiss her, breathing heavily between caresses as he finally settles his full weight against her, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss to her neck before leaning his head against the pillow beside her.

"Bloody hell, Emma. That was…."

"Fucking amazing."

"Took the words right out of my mouth, love."

He lifts himself slightly, leaning on one elbow so he can look down at her. She watches as he brushes a sweaty hair from her forehead, obvious affection behind his eyes as gazes at her, a small smile turning the corners of his mouth.

"If you're ever in need of my services slaying a spider again, my dearest Swan, I am at your beck and call."

"Is that so?"

"Aye, I'm yours."

She senses that there is a blossoming truth behind those words that goes far beyond the teasing nature in which he is speaking them now, but for some reason she isn't feeling the telltale need to up and run. It's been a long time since she's let someone get close to her, but for some reason, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, Killian might actually know how to protect her heart. Perhaps she just needs to take a leap of faith and let him try?

"My own personal savior, I like the sound of that."