Wednesday came quickly. Emma spent the time clearing as many case files as she could, got Ingrid up to speed on a few in process, and stopped at her apartment to grab her suitcase and some more clothes. She noticed the fine layer of dust starting to gather from non-use, but she pushed the thought away. There were very good reasons she was at his place right now and not home.
After work, she went back to his place; a car already sat in the drive waiting to take them to the airport. She parked her car in the garage and ran inside to quickly change, kissing Killian's cheek in passing and yelling over her shoulder as she ran into the bedroom. "Don't you dare lift those bags. Get the driver to do it!"
He smiled and shook his head as he opened the front door for the man to do just that, as he motioned to their luggage.
In minutes, Emma was back out of the bedroom, purse in hand, now in more comfortable clothes: a long shirt and leggings.
Killian locked up behind them and then they all got into the car headed to the airport. The flight was less than three hours long, so they ate dinner, watched a movie, and he asked how her day went. Soon, they landed at the small airport in Fort Worth, luckily only having to circle once for a plane that was in front of them. The ride to the track barely took any time, and soon they were waved through security to the doors of the RV. As the driver put the bags inside, they were greeted by their 'neighbors'.
"You're here!" Ruby came running up, giving Emma a huge hug. Victor was just behind her, strolling to them and then giving Killian a firm handshake. The brunette then turned to Killian, looked him over for a second, and gave him a much more gentle hug. "You look much better."
"Thanks. I feel much better."
"So, the doctors say you are good to go?"
Killian sighed, and Emma leaned into him, wrapping an arm around him. His hand went to her hip. "My doctor said he believes I'll be cleared, but I have to see the doctors here tomorrow for the a'okay. Robin has my alternate waiting just in case."
Victor clapped him on the shoulder. "Best of luck, buddy."
The four then went inside, and pulled up the news, talking and laughing, while playing a few games of cards. Ruby texted the girls to let them know Emma and Killian were here, so they would get the messages when their own planes landed.
"Ems, you should really chat more on twitter."
Emma gave Ruby a strange look. "Why? I don't have much to say."
Ruby laughed. "You don't have to say much. Just short updates. Quick pictures." Emma gave her a strange look. "The fans are asking for it, here look…" she took out her phone and went to her Twitter app, showing her all the messages that were directed at her, or her and Killian, or her and the girls.
She sighed. "I turned the notifications off cause it was going off so much." She didn't need to know she had another thousand or so followers every time Ruby tweeted her something. "I don't understand why I need to do that though."
Victor stopped his conversation with Killian having overheard them. "Well, I know my fan base increased once Ruby started tweeting." He then looked at his girlfriend. "And no, that has nothing to do why we are still together, sweetheart." Ruby patted his cheek and rolled her eyes.
"Emma, don't listen to them. You do not need to do anything." Killian gave Victor and Ruby a hard look, almost wondering if Regina was somehow involved. Victor wasn't her driver, but he wouldn't put it past her to plant the seed.
Emma gave him a look, her head tilted a little. She decided they would talk about this later without the other two around. She turned to Ruby. "I'm good. Besides, I barely know how to do anything on there, anyways."
Ruby rolled her eyes again. "I could teach you." She saw Emma's glare and held up her hands. "Okay, okay. If you change your mind, let me know."
Around ten o'clock, the other couple said their goodnights and headed back to their own RV, while Emma and Killian changed for the night and cuddled in bed with the TV playing.
"So...do you not want me posting on Twitter, or do you?" Emma asked looking up at him.
"Emma, it is completely up to you. If you want to you can. If you don't, you don't need to." He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"You didn't answer my question."
He sighed, his jaw clenched. He didn't know how to answer the question. "I want what makes you happy."
She could tell he wasn't lying, but she could also tell there was more to it. She had to change tactics. "Why don't you Tweet, or barely do."
He wanted to laugh; of course she wasn't going to give this up. That was just how his Swan was. "I've never really thought about it. I never have moments where, 'oh I need to share this with fans.' However…" he sighed again, "Regina has been requesting for me to engage them more." His fingers trailed over her back. "But that request is not on you. I don't want you uncomfortable in anyway. And if I do post, I will only post stuff about me or racing, and not you, unless you okay it." He only added that last part so she knew he wasn't trying to keep her hidden. He didn't want her to feel like that, either. It was her choice; he was only going to subject her to this world of his on her terms—as much as possible, at least.
She smiled at him, his intentions clear. God, she loved him. She leaned up and kissed him; his hand moved to the back of her head keeping her there longer. "I love you."
He smiled. "I love you." He leaned in and kissed her again, and then groaned. "Are you sure I can't tempt you into some physical activities tonight?"
She laughed and lightly swatted his chest. "We have a deal, and you are not swaying me. After the race, once the doctors clear you."
He huffed and pouted. "You're mean, love."
She giggled at the look on his face, as she picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "Goodnight, Killian," she said as she curled up to his side.
He smiled down at her, reached over to turn off the light, hugged her closer, and pressed a kiss to her head. "Goodnight, my love."
The next morning, they were both up bright and early and over to the doctors for the checkup. She could tell he was nervous. She stood off to the side as they ran more tests and scans. Her mind absently wondered if all the scans were good so close in a row. But she didn't have long to think as they were then ushered back to the exam room and the doctor came in.
"I know your ribs are still mending as are the bruises, but your concussion is no longer an issue. And since you have stopped all the narcotics for the pain, as long as you feel you are able to drive, I'm going to clear you."
A smile bloomed over Killian's face. "Thank you, Doc!"
The little man, with graying hair and glasses smiled. "I'll give my report to the officials."
As soon as he walked out of the door, Killian swept Emma into a hug, and kissed her soundly. His good mood from the news made her smile into the kiss.
He pulled back, the grin on his face got wider. "Come on, we need to go tell Robin and get me in that car!" He took her hand and pulled her with him, she had to lightly jog to keep up with him. But she didn't care—his happiness made her happy. The little bit of worry she had of him being back in the car she pushed way, way down.
Once they got to the garage, the whoops and hollers rang out. More than once Robin had to remind the crew that he was still injured and to be careful with him. Once the word of his clearance came down to the garage, the officials allowed him back into the car. He gave her another deep kiss, and then with the joy of a five year old, he put his helmet on and got into his car. Well, a new car—the other one was wrecked beyond repair.
She shook the thought out of her head, and checked her phone.
RL: We're at Fuzzy's Taco's in the infield. No joke. Where is the Brazilian Taco place? ;)
Emma snorted at Ruby's innuendo, but also knew that Mexican food meant margaritas and honestly, she needed one.
She found them there, all at a table with a decent view of the track. Everyone gave her a hug, and with a deep breath, she asked for a group picture. Ruby's eyes lit up, knowing what she was going to do. Emma took a few group selfies, picked the best one of them and posted it to her Twitter with the caption: 'In Texas with rubyredlucas ashleyherman53 arielsirena watching practice.'
Ruby's grin got bigger, and Emma glared. "What?"
"So...you are going to post now?"
Ashley and Ariel's own grins got bigger as well. Emma gave a soft laugh. "Killian very much wants me to be comfortable doing whatever. However, from our discussion, Regina wants him to interact more with fans...and I thought if I can help him…" She had contemplated this a lot since they talked. "...Then I'm going to do what I can to help."
Ruby just gave an even larger smile. Ashley patted her on the shoulder. And Ariel chimed in, "I'm sure it will; probably turn that image of a bad boy around."
"Wait...maybe I shouldn't then. Isn't that the image they were going for?" Emma worried, maybe she hadn't thought this through.
Ashley laughed. "They did until that speeding ticket. After that, Ms. Mills has been trying to turn the image around. Why do you think all of his service time was with kids and animals?"
Ariel laughed and chimed in. "Yeah, I bet she was so happy when you two got together, I mean…" She was cut off my a quick elbow to the ribs from Ruby.
The brunette had caught the look on Emma's face, and quickly reached across the table and took her hand. "Emma...stop."
Emma tried to bring her thoughts to Ruby, but her head was swimming a little bit. Was he just with her for his image?
"Emma!" Ruby snapped her fingers in front of her friend's face trying to break the chain of thought.
Ariel looked down, having realized what her words might be construed as. "I didn't mean it like that."
Ashley, nodded. "We know." She patted Ariel's arm and then turned to lay her hand on Emma's shoulder. "He loves you, Emma. We all see it."
Ruby snapped her fingers again, "Emma...look at me!" This time the yell got her attention. "You KNOW Killian. He wouldn't do that. He does his own thing, he barely listens to Regina. Even she couldn't predict the two of you."
"But what if…" Emma started to ask and Ruby nipped the thought in the butt.
"No what ifs. Your meeting wasn't a setup. He isn't with you to change his image. He doesn't care about that. Heck, just last night he told you only to do what YOU wanted on Twitter. I was there!"
Emma nodded, she was right. She took a deep breath and nodded. She remembered how after she told him she wasn't interested and lashed out, he stayed away from her. She remembered their fight and how upset he was and they almost broke up. He never posted anything on Twitter, like ever, and nothing about her. He didn't expect her at all the races. If he was using her to change his image, all that wouldn't happen. Now she felt bad for even thinking it. "You're right."
"I usually am." Ruby said and gave her a wink. "I think we all need another round of margaritas," she said as she looked around for the waiter.
Emma reached out for Ariel's hand, who still looked upset. "It's okay. You didn't mean anything by it. I'm the crazy one." Ariel squeezed back, and gave her a big smile. All the girls caught up over the next round of drinks while they watched the guys practice.
That night, with practice over, dinner with friends done, and both of them snuggling in bed watching a movie before bed, Emma got the nerve to ask, and pulled back to sit up and look at him. "Can I ask you something?"
He could tell immediately whatever it was, was serious. So he didn't reply with the obvious, 'You just did.' so instead, "Of course, love. Is something wrong?"
"So, I learned that Regina is trying to change your image from being the 'bad boy'." Her fingers even made the quotation marks. "Did you know about that when you met me?" She was going to ask if there was a way she could help, or why he didn't ask before, when she saw his hands grip the sheets tight turning his knuckles white.
'What the hell had Regina told her?' he thought. He was going to kill her. "Emma...what did she ask you to do?" He shook his head, muttering to himself, "I told her, damn it. I told her not to bring you into this."
Her eyes widened at that, a smile creeping onto her face. She—and, well, Ruby—were right. Before she got to respond, he started in again, this time taking her hand in his.
He had to make sure she understood. "Emma...while I knew she wanted to change my image from the bad boy and that's why she had me working hours with children and the animal shelter, you—or a girlfriend—was never part of the discussion, I swear…" He squeezed her hand, looking her dead in the eyes. "Nothing about my so-called image was ever on my mind when I met you, or why I wanted or now want to be with you." He shook his head. "When she brought you up after Daytona, I was very explicit not to bring you into it. If she wants me giving to charity, or doing photo shoots, or entertaining fans, fine. But she wasn't going to use you for that. I guess I'll need to make it more clear to…"
Emma cut him off by crashing her lips to his. The thought that he was so worried about her, made her heart soar. She pulled back a little, to see his dazed and confused expression. She smiled, making him more confused. "Killian, I never talked to Regina. I haven't even seen her in weeks. So call off the witch hunt." His brow furrowed more, which made her laugh because of how happy she was at how protective he was about her. Her hand cupped the side of his face. "The girls and I were talking, and it came out that you...or well, I guess Regina, was trying to change your image."
She looked down for a minute, deciding she needed to tell the truth. "I have to admit, what you were just worried about me thinking, I did worry about. Ruby promptly told me I was wrong, and I knew you better than that. And she was right. I was really just going to ask if there was anything I could do to help. I'm okay with helping." Her fingers traveled over the side of his face. "I love you. I want to help you."
Killian had to swallow the lump in his throat, his emotions high. "Emma…" His hand came up, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her to him; his lips claimed hers, his tongue darted into her mouth, and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close.
She started to lose herself in the kiss, and then quickly pulled back. "Nice try, buddy. Not going to happen." She attempted to pull away and his arms tightened around her.
"The doctor cleared me." He said as his lips trailed down her throat
Emma's eyes closed and she bit her lip on a moan, with the last moment of clarity her hands came up to his chest and pushed him back. "Nope. The deal was after the race."
"Emma…" he whined.
But she just shook her head and laughed at his pout. She wiggled out of his arms and laid down next to him. "So...putting the topic back on course...how can I help you…" she caught his raised eyebrow and bit lip, and shook her head. "With your image."
Killian groaned. "Honestly, I have no idea. I've been thinking of ways to keep you out of it; I never thought you would want to...be in the limelight, I guess."
"I don't want to be in the limelight, but I don't mind it as long as it helps you, and I get to be with you." He smiled at her, and she curled up to his side. "So, if you think of anything, let me know." He nodded and kissed her forehead, as his arm wrapped around her. They finished the movie, and then curled up together to get some sleep.
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The next day Killian qualified for 10th place. He wasn't happy about his finish, especially since the car was more than fine. Robin and his crew tried to cheer him up—that it was a very good finish for what he had been through—but he didn't want to hear it. Robin and Emma shared a look, and she nodded at the man before she turned back to Killian. "Hey, how about we get out of here?" He nodded, and they waved to the crew before the two of them headed back to the RV.
Killian sat down on the couch a little too gingerly for Emma's liking. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He smiled back at her, but it didn't totally reach his eyes. "Fine, love."
She shook her head and sat down next to him. "You're lying." She laid her hand softly against his taped ribs. "They hurt, don't they?"
Killian closed his eyes. "I'm fine. I've driven with worse."
"Killian…"
He clenched his jaw. "Emma...I'm driving tomorrow. Don't try and talk me out of it."
"That's not what I was going to do. But if you are thinking it, maybe you shouldn't." She watched his eyes close and his teeth grind, she knew he was more upset about what was wrong with him, not upset with her. "Okay, okay. But, what hurts? Is it bad?"
He shook his head. "It's not bad, it's just...I don't have the full range of motion I normally do. My muscles are tight, and the area's tender."
"That makes sense. How can I help?"
"Not sure you can."
"How about I get you some ibuprofen?" With his nod, she went and got him some pills along with a bottle of water and brought them back to him. "Heating pad? Massage?"
He swallowed the pills and smiled at her. "If you don't mind, my shoulders and back are tense from holding myself a certain way to protect my ribs."
"Killian, why didn't you ask before?" She helped pull him up from the couch, just shaking her head, "Come on, get in bed, lay on your stomach...or whatever way you can get comfortable. And take that shirt off."
He smirked at her as he lifted his shirt. "If you wanted me naked, Swan, all you had to do was ask."
Emma just shook her head and laughed. "Lay down."
"As you wish," he replied with a wink and laid down on the bed, his one arm under his head, the other on the side with his hurt ribs, laid flat at his side.
She gently moved up onto the bed, and straddled his legs, making sure not to put her weight on him. "Let me know if it hurts, or needs less pressure." Her hands then started to work the muscles in his neck. She could feel how tight they were. "Killian...you should have told me." Her fingers worked to press into the knots and began to work them out. He moaned under her, and she immediately stopped.
"No...please don't stop. It hurts, but it's loosening; it's helping."
"Okay." She started working again, and as soon as those muscles loosened, she worked her way down the cords of his neck, and then to his shoulders. She found the muscles to be just as tight. "Hold on—I'll be right back," she said as she got up and off the bed and went into the bathroom, to come back out with her body lotion. She got back onto the bed, put some lotion into her hands, and rubbed them together to warm it. She then started to work it into his shoulders, the lotion allowing her to work easier over his skin.
"Mmmm...god, that feels good love." He then let out a grunt as she found another knot in his shoulder.
"Sorry." She continued to work on it and he winced but she could feel it start to unravel. "But it's your own fault. I could have helped before this."
"I didn't want to…" He sighed and grunted again as she found the next trigger point. "...Worry you."
"So you would rather be in pain that worry me? Or do you mean, you didn't want to admit that you still hurt and have me try to talk you out of driving again so soon?" Her hands started to work down his shoulder blades.
"Both?"
She shook her head. "Killian...should you be driving?"
"Emma, I have driven with worse. I can handle pain. Nothing I have wrong will be a danger to myself or others. I have to get back on the track; if I don't…"
She knew the answer to that: his shot at the championship went further and further down the drain the more races he was out. While she cared more about him than the championship, she knew how important it was to him. "Okay, just don't do anything that will cause permanent damage, AND tell me when something is wrong. Let me help you." She pressed harder into the next knot to make her point.
He grunted. "Bloody hell...okay love. Okay. I agree. I surrender!"
She laughed and leaned down and kissed his back, and continued to work out the rest of his tense muscles. "Okay, all done. How does that feel?" When she didn't get an answer she moved over and looked him in eyes...well, closed eyes. He was fast asleep. She smiled, turned off the light, and left the bedroom to let him sleep.
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The next day, Killian had to talk to the press and answer questions about how he was feeling and his opinion of the probation that Jefferson was under. The same questions, with the same answers, over and over and over again. Emma came with him for the interviews this time, usually just standing out of the way. She could see the agitation from the repeated questions, but he smiled and was courteous with everyone.
Afterwards, Killian gave her a quick hug and kiss before he had to head to the driver's meeting and she retreated to find the girls, and then all of them explored and talked while they got ready for the race. Soon, she was in pit lane, her arm around Killian, as they and the rest of his crew stood by his car for the race's opening ceremonies. Just before he got in the car, she caressed the side of his face, kissed him deeply, and stared into his bright blue eyes. "Take care of yourself. I love you."
He smiled wide, leaned down for one more kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "I love you, too. See you soon."
They broke apart for him to get in the car and her to head back up the pit box with Robin, and in a few minutes, the race was off, with 334 laps to go. Emma took a deep breath and let it out, trying to control her nerves. Every time his car came close to another one, every time another car near him seemed to swerve, or he made a move to pass, she tensed. She shook her head and tried to will herself to relax. The girls told her it would get easier with time; however, she also knew their drivers hadn't found themselves being rushed to the hospital after a crash.
She just had to keep reminding herself that he was okay, that everything would heal soon, as her eyes kept watching him circle the track. A blown tire brought out the caution at lap 47, and with the help of his team, he was able to move up from 10th to 9th. She could hear his agitation over the line when Robin asked him if the car was okay. "The car is just fine, mate," he said again, and Robin shared a tight-lipped look with Emma. She knew that Killian's agitation was with himself and not with the car.
Things stayed green and forced everyone to come in for green-flag pit stops. Killian stayed out just long enough to get a point for leading a lap and then came in for four tires and fuel. The next caution came out at lap 124, when two of the cars at the back of the track traded some paint and one got into the wall, causing debris on the track.
More green-flag pit stops happened due to the fact that cautions did not come out for a few cars that had scraped the wall. Though with the slight damage to a few cars, another debris caution was called at lap 243. Emma was glad that so far, the race hadn't been too eventful, but she could tell he was not in peak condition because he was only up to 8th place, all of which were due to his crew and their fast pit stops. Killian was luckily able to keep the place, but not able to advance.
With 19 laps to go, another caution came out for two cars getting together and running into the wall. The caution came out and the cars came in, Killian opting for two tires allowed him to get up to 7th place, and that was where he crossed the finish line. Emma smiled at Robin and he helped her down so she could run over to the pit wall and wait for the cars to come in.
As soon as he got out of the car, she rushed over to him, and he held her tight, breathing her in, only to then be accosted by cameras and reporters while Sean, the winner, did his burnout on the track.
"Killian, how did it feel to be back in the car?" asked one reporter.
"You only moved up three spots the whole race; was the car or your injuries the issue?" chimed in another.
He cut any other questions. "I want to thank my crew for giving me an excellent car and also for the quick pit stops that allowed me to advance. As you all know, when coming back from an injury, it can take a little while to get warmed back up; I'm sure next week, I will be in much better form." He went to thank some of his sponsors and then ended the interviews. He then brought Emma to his side to head to his team. He thanked them all, patted Robin on the back, and then the couple retreated to their trailer.
Once they got inside, he twirled her around and pressed her up against the wall. "Finally." His lips caught hers in a deep kiss, his tongue darting inside to taste, his hands flexing on her hips.
She pulled back to look at him, "Wait."
"Wait? Remember the deal? Once the race was over and the doctor cleared me…"
"Killian...I can tell you are still in pain, and if you want to be better for next week, then you need to take it easy."
"Emma…" he whined. "It's been over two weeks." He swallowed. "I need you love." Desperately, he thought to himself.
"I want you, too," she said and moved to her tiptoes to kiss him. "But...how about I take the lead this time?" He raised his eyebrow at her. "You just lay back and...enjoy?"
He bit his lip and groaned. "Emma...you don't need to. I'm—"
She cut him off. "If you say you are fine, I'm going to hit you." She pulled back. "Go take that off, take a shower, and then lay on the bed."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a mock salute as he retreated to the bathroom.
While he was in the shower, Emma changed into her black lace nighty and contemplated how to do this. She needed to find a way to stop him from moving and hurting himself, when a tempting thought entered her head. She smiled and dug through their luggage for what she would need and hid it under her pillow.
She heard the shower turn off, and a few minutes later he walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the towel through his hair, the rest of him completely naked—well, except for the tape at his ribs.
She bit her lip as her eyes roamed over him. God, she loved looking at him. Her eyes dilated further at seeing the evidence of his thoughts about what she was wearing growing in front of her. Her green eyes darted to his own lust-filled gaze. "It has been far too long."
"Oh, I agree love," he said, dropping the towel and coming towards her.
She held up a hand to stop him. "Lay down."
He obliged and settled into the middle of the bed, moving his pillow right behind him, and then looked at her expectantly. "Come here, Swan."
She moved up onto the bed, on her knees next to him. "Comfortable?" she asked while searching under her pillow.
"All but a certain part of me," he winked and looked down bringing her attention to his now fully erect shaft.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips and swallowed hard; she'd get to that in a minute. She reached out and pulled one of his arms out to the side, letting his hand caress the side of her face, and she dragged it down to slide against her breast. She watched him bite his lip holding back a groan. She then pressed his arm down, and in the next instant she was tying his wrist up in the end of one of his ties.
Killian's eyes widened, his heart rate sped up, as he figured out her intentions. "Swan?"
She smiled at him. "Do you mind if I have my way with you?"
He shook his head. "I have no problem with you tying me up in bed, love. Especially in this way." The lustful look she gave him had him squirming and making even more blood rush south. He knew this was going to be torture, but so very worth it.
Emma tied his arm down to the side of the bed, not giving much slack. She then moved to the other side doing the same thing. "Still comfortable?"
He tested the bonds—they were tight, but not cutting off blood flow, and he didn't have any give to move his upper body, but the position didn't hurt. "Yes. I'm good. God, please come here."
"Not yet." She went back to her pillow and pulled out the long silk tie to her robe. She saw the questioning look on his face. "Legs straight down." She commanded and he obeyed quickly. She pulled at his legs a little, making sure he had no slack. "Still okay?"
He had to smile at her concern, but he nodded his consent, and she began to bind his legs to bed.
When she was done she stood back up. "Comfortable?" She asked one last time.
He tested the bonds, and his movement, and then realized, he could barely move. She had him perfectly immobile. He couldn't move his legs, or his hips at all. His eyes flashed to hers in realization. She didn't want him to move, didn't want him hurting himself. While part of him knew it was going to be agonizingly frustrating, the other part couldn't help but love and want her even more for caring about him so much. "I don't hurt at all love. Now why don't you come over her and ravish your prisoner."
She moved up onto the bed, her teeth biting her lip, looking at her gorgeous hostage. All muscle and chest hair on display. The hair that trailed down through the defined V of his hips to his hard shaft, fully at attention all for her. She leaned over him, letting her fingers trail over his cheek, then down the side of his neck, over his pecs. Her nails lightly raked through his chest hair, making him groan, and then she flicked her fingertips over one of his nipples, making it harden at once and he sucked in a breath.
"Emma…"
She moved to the other side and did the same thing, then leaned over him, and let's her lips trail down his next. She licked and nipped at his flesh, taking her time to swirl her tongue over his freckles. She could feel him struggling against the ties. "Relax...you are going to be here for awhile," she said again and then let her tongue trail over his collar bone.
He groaned and bit his lip, trying to keep still. It wouldn't matter if he couldn't—he was tied down; the most he could do was maybe raise his arms an inch. God, he wanted to touch her, taste her.
Her mouth moved across his chest, leaving kisses and nipping at him. Her tongue darted out and flicked at his nipple, making him squirm, and then she licked around the tight bud.
"Fuck…" He whined at the sensations she was giving him. His cock was throbbing with need now, aching for attention. But he could feel her smile against his chest as she switched to the other side and repeated the pattern. God, she was enjoying torturing him; the knowledge making it that much harder, literally.
She decided to take pity on him, and leaned back up to kiss him, her hands moving through his hair, her tongue slipping into his mouth. They both moaned into the kiss, and then she broke away and moved down the bed to straddle his knees. She leaned down and kissed his breastbone, her hands at his sides trailing down as her lips followed the trail of hair down his abs to his hips, her hair tickling down his skin as she went.
He groaned and his hips tried to move when her lace covered breasts brushed his cock. Then he tensed when her hot breath blew over him, his eyes shot open to see the sight.
She was leaning over his hard shaft, her hands, sliding over his hips, her tongue licking her lips. Her eyes shot up to look at him just as her tongue darted out to lick the drop of precum leaking from his tip. She moaned at the taste, and he let out another "Fuck!"
"Not quite yet," she said with a smirk, and then gave a soft lick around the head making him moan, as she did it again, and again almost as if she were licking an ice cream cone, with her tongue darting to lick the slit at the top when another bead of liquid formed.
"You're killing me...love," he said, his breathing faster.
"Can't have that." And then she took the head into her mouth sucking lightly, swirling her tongue around him. She could feel him struggle to try to buck his hips up at her, but he barely moved. She started to move down on him, taking a little bit more of him each time, and then back off, hollowing her cheeks, sucking at she did so.
His sounds and words were starting to blend together now. He was sure it was nonsense now, a muttering of cursing and her name along with, "Fuck, don't stop." But at the same time, he wanted her, too. He was getting so close and he just wanted to be inside her, deep inside her. "Love...stop...I'm going...so close…"
She wasn't going to listen to him, and instead took most of him deep in her mouth and now down her relaxed throat, and swallowed around him, then backed off humming as she took him in again to only swallow around him once more.
He knew she wasn't going to let up, having redoubled her efforts. Watching her take him deep into her mouth, the feel of the vibrations around him, the feel of her throat contracting around him was just too much. Oh, how his body wanted to thrust, but all he could do was give in to her, and with a loud grunt of her name he did. His body erupted, his seed shot down her throat as she swallowed around him, his body shuddering as she continued to suck all of him down.
She released him slowly, and licked her lips, as her eyes trailed over him. She could see his heavy breathing, his eyes barely open, as she crawled up his body. "You okay?"
His eyes fully opened and looked at her. "Very." He smiled up at her, "Going to untie these now?"
She shook her head. "Not done with you yet."
He looked down at himself. "Well, you are for a little while at least."
"Not too long, I know you." She winked at him. She knew very well how quick his recovery time was.
"Kiss me, love. I need to feel you."
She shook her head, "I should go brush my…"
He shook his head. "We have been over this: it turns me on to taste myself off your lips. Very sexy proof of what you just did to me, if you will."
With that she leaned back over him, let her lace covered breasts press into his chest, as her lips claimed his. This time his own tongue slipped into her mouth, making her moan against him. He broke the kiss and smiled up at her. "Well, at least you don't have my mouth and tongue tied down." He cocked his eyebrow at her. "Emma, take that off and let me taste you." She gave him a questioning look. "Let me suck on those glorious nipples. Lick between your beautiful breasts."
She wasn't going to say no to that request, so she pulled the black lace nighty off of her and threw it to the floor, leaving her in a tiny little G-string.
He arched his brow again, and motioned to it with his head. With a grin, she moved to the side to take them off as well, finally baring herself fully to his view. God it had been much too long for his liking. She then came back up, and straddled his chest, being careful not to put her weight on him. He moaned at feeling her bare mound press against his chest, he could feel her already wet against him, and could smell her feminine arousal, clouding his brain with lust once again.
She leaned over him, and the moment her tight nipples were in reach his mouth latched on, alternating between sucking, nipping, and flicking it with his tongue.
"God," she moaned and arched her chest to him to give him more access as her head tilted back. He moved to the other one, giving it the same attention, then sucked hard pulling back and off, pulling the tip lightly between his teeth. She gasped and he did the same with the other, before his face pressed between her breasts, his tongue licking, his mouth then closing over the underside of one of the plump mounds, sucking, trying to leave his mark. Going harder, when her hands, treaded into his hair holding him there as she gasped and whimpered above him.
He could feel her center brush over him, the wetness increasing, her unique delicious smell driving him crazy. "God, love, let me taste you."
"You are…" she whimpered, her fingers pressing him to her more, begging not to stop.
He nibbled on the other side, "Not here...straddle my face love. Let me taste you." Her eyes shot open, he could see the mix of uncertainty and also desire within them. "I want to thrust my tongue deep into you, taste you fully, feel you come over me." He knew he got her then, and she slowly pulled away and moved over him, her knees straddling his head, her hands braced on the headboard.
"Okay?" she asked breathlessly.
"Beautiful," he said looking up at the bare, glistening lips of her sex. "Now, bring one hand down, and open yourself for me. I would, but I'm kinda tied up."
She giggled at that, but the joke released a little of her unease, and he watched her fingers move down to spread herself open for him, letting him see her need. Her lips puffy, her clit swollen, and she was so very wet. He groaned at the sight. "Bloody hell, love. Lower yourself, let me take care of you."
Emma bit her lip, and slowly lowered herself, when she got close enough she felt his tongue swirl around her clit. "Yes, ohhh."
"Lower," he demanded and she did so, allowing him to get more than just the tip of his tongue on her. He pressed a hard, flat lick from slit to clit, making her hips buck, and them both moan, her from pleasure and him from her taste. "Little more, love and you can remove your fingers."
She moaned as his tongue traced her inner lips, "You sure?" She asked and moaned as he then circled her clit again. "You need to breath." He laughed at that, making her hips twitch at the breath of air over her.
"If I tap your leg with my head three times, you need to let up. Will that work for you, love?" He wanted to laugh again but pushed it down; he wasn't going to have an issue, but he wanted her to feel okay about it.
"Okay," she agreed, and lowered even more, spreading her legs wider, and thus opening herself even more to him. She knew she got to where he wanted her when his tongue started in again, swirling around her bundle of nerves, then moving down to gather her wetness from below, and then travel back up to her nub giving it a few quick flicks. She arched her back, and her hips moved over him, his groan making it apparent that he didn't mind her movement at all.
His senses were drowning in her and he welcomed it. He could feel the muscles in her legs quivering as he continued to work her over, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. He thrust his tongue inside of her and her hips moved against him, a whimper escaping her mouth, as her hands abandoned the headboard and grabbed his hair. He groaned as she lightly pulled at it, her body reacting to the pleasure he was giving her.
"Ohh….yes...fuck...yes…" She keened above him as he kept thrusting his tongue into her, as his nose brushed against her clit. She let out a louder "Fuck" as her hips instinctively rolled against him. "Oh, God," she whimpered again, and he could feel her trembling above him, her hips seeking her release. His mouth moved to her clit to suck the little nub, and she screamed, "Killiannnn…" her back arching. He thrust his tongue back inside her, feeling her walls spasming around him, a new surge of her desire wetting his lips. As her body started to relax, he lapped at her fresh arousal. God, he could stay between her legs for hours.
"Mmmm...God," she said and lifted off of him, pulling her fingers from his hair and using the headboard to move off of him.
"You don't have to move yet," he told her, already missing her over him.
Her eyes darted down his body, catching his length once more fully at attention. He really did like doing that to her, she thought, and smiled as she climbed off and sat to his side. "I have other things in mind," she replied before she looked back at him, and then saw his face, and she immediately blushed. From his chin to his nose, his face was was coated in her arousal, but her core clenched watching his tongue moving to lick it from where he could reach.
"Let me get you…" she got to her feet and glad her legs weren't still jello she retreated to the bathroom.
"I don't mind." He said as she came back with a warm, wet washcloth. She gently wiped his face, and then let it fall to the floor, as she straddled him again, this time lower, over his hips. "Oh, yes. My love, please take me in." He tried to move his hips, but there was still no leverage.
She leaned over him, kissing him, letting her tongue taste a hint of herself on his lips, and he opened instantly, letting her in. She broke the kiss a few moments later to sit back up, her one hand resting on his chest as the other went between them, grasping his hard shaft and positioning him at her entrance. Slowly she started to lower herself onto him, both gasping at the feeling.
Once he was fully seated inside, she took a minute to savor the feeling. "It's been way too long."
He growled, trying to move his hands to grip her hips, but couldn't. "I wasn't the one saying no, Swan."
She smiled. "Just looking out for you." She leaned over him, the movement inside of her making them both moan as her lips met his in a soft kiss. "I love you."
He smiled up at her. "I love you to, Emma...but please, for the love of God, move."
She laughed and sat back up, and pulled off of him, to then drop back down. "Fuck…" he grunted.
"Ohhhh, God." She whimpered at the same time, her hands moving to his chest to help steady herself as she continued. Her hips rocked forward and up and then back and down, the movements a little faster and a little harder each time.
He wanted to thrust up into her, press her hips down into him. Hell, roll her over and put her knees over his shoulder and plow into her, but he couldn't. All he could do was lay there and take what she was giving him, watch her breasts bounce above him and not be able to touch them, caress them, sit up and suck them. Watch and feel her hips move but not be able to grasp them, guide her movements, grind his hips up into hers. He couldn't reach between them, and press his fingers to her bundle of nerves and stroke her higher and higher up the ledge where they were both headed. But God, he didn't want her to stop. The feeling of her so hot, tight, and wet around him was heaven, her movements pleasurable torture. She moved back down, swiftly grinding her hips. "Bloody hell...yes, take it. Fuck yourself on me, love." He only hoped he could last long enough for her to come first around him.
His words, the look in his eyes, the gruff sound to his voice showed just how much he was loving every moment of it as she was. She was so close; she didn't want it to be over so soon, but she wasn't going to be able to last.
"Touch yourself. Let me watch you." He groaned as her hand immediately followed his request. He could feel her fingers brush against both of them as she worked over her flesh, pressing over her clit, her inner muscles fluttering as her hips continued to move.
"Ohh...soooo...close." she told him, praying he was as well.
And he was; he was barely hanging on by a thread. "God...yes...take me with you. Need to feel you come around me."
With another push of her hips and her fingers she was flying, her walls clamping around him, both moaning each other's name and other nonsensical words as they shuddered and crashed over the edge, him right after her.
She couldn't stay upright and she laid down over his chest, trying to avoid his injured ribs, as she rested her head against him. His pulse thundered under her ear and his breath was in quick pants, hers doing the same.
As soon as he could tell she was coming back to her senses, he spoke. "Love, you okay?"
"Better than okay," she replied, nuzzling into his chest.
He grinned. "Good. Think you are okay enough to untie me?"
She prompted herself up a little to look at him. "I don't know. I kinda like you like this. To do with as I please."
He laughed and then looked at her seriously. "You must know I would already do anything for you, Emma. You don't need to tie me down for that." She blushed a little but smiled at him. "Please take these off. Not being able to hold you is torture."
"Well, when you put it like that." She sat up, reluctantly separated from him, and went to untie his wrists and then feet. As soon as she got back to the side of the bed, his arms were around her and he pulled her to him, her back to his front, his hands all over her, one grabbing a breast, the other already traveling between her legs. "Killian!"
"I'm no where near done with you. I think our agreement was, and I quote 'we can have as much physical activity your heart desires'. Well, do you plan on breaking our deal?"
She squirmed and turned her head to look back at him. "No. But I just did all that so you wouldn't hurt yourself."
He leaned in and gave her a tender kiss. "I'll take it easy. I swear. But, I missed you, and I NEED to touch you."
"As long as you are careful." How could she really say no? Hell, she was craving his touch as well.
"Mmmm, good," he said and leaned in to kiss the side of her neck, as his fingers lightly pulled at a nipple, the others moving gently over her bundle of nerves making her moan. He moved his mouth to her ear. "Oh, and just so you know. At some point, I'm going to return the favor."
Her mind was clouded from the pleasure his hands were bringing, she pressed her backside against him. "What is that?"
"I can't wait to tie you up and have my way with you too." His deep voice and his breath washed over her neck; the thought made her body shudder in his arms. He hummed in amusement. "I think you like the idea as much as I do," he said and went back to work, sucking at the flesh of her neck. Emma knew she'd have marks, but she didn't care.
Both of them stayed awake, getting very reacquainted until the early hours, catching a few hours of sleep only to get to the plane and catch a few more on their way home. Killian had been true to his word and was very careful not to strain his injured ribs. However, that couldn't be said for the rest of their bodies.