Chapter Title: Restless Desire

Title: lessons

AUTHOR: obisgirl
Rating: nc-17
Characters: Killian/Emma

Summary: Fairytale land – AU. Emma is a princess on the verge of becoming a woman but wants more out of life than what her parents can give her, so she makes a wish to be swept away which translates into being kidnapped and sold at a slave auction to one Captain Killian Jones.

A/N: The Evil Queen's curse never happened. Beta'd by zeldabel.

Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are property of Disney and Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. This fanfic is for pure entertainment.

Killian hates his subconscious. Pirates have codes that they live by but until Emma, he didn't have an ethical code of conduct concerning sex with a student, or a virgin princess. Such codes did not exist as far as he knew.

The day has been a whirlwind from buying her freedom to negotiating their lessons in exchange for her help. His first teaching experience led to her coming out that she's a virgin, adding another level of anxiety to their already complicated situation, ending with lying naked with her in his bed and her using the experience to learn more about touching.

Which was very pleasurable. If Emma were a different woman, any other woman, he would have not hesitated to have his way. He likes women, all kinds of women and he's loved every single one of them, for how many hours they were with him.

But Emma's different.

She's a Princess and in the real world, even if he wanted to court her, he would be beneath her.

And he was beneath her, lying naked beneath her glorious body. He can still remember the sensation of Emma dipping down and lightly brushing against him. Even a little tease as that will be seared into his memory for a long time.

The way she dipped her body into his repeatedly.

He never thought about how feeling a woman's body over his, without sex, could feel equally amazing. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel her golden locks tickling his chest and the heated sensuality in their non-sexual union.

If he didn't have morals...

If Emma weren't a princess...

If she were free...if he were free..

Killian sighs, staring briefly at the ceiling before lowering his gaze to his mid-section, noting a tall mound underneath the sheets.

It's all Emma's fault.

But he needs to take care of this now, so he can at least get some sleep tonight and maybe dream about the blond princess sleeping in the next room.

Killian reaches beneath the blanket, gripping himself firmly in his hands, squeezing slowly. He can still

remember Emma lying above him, her body rubbing against his and even holding her limp body as he swam carrying her back to the ship.

He strokes himself a bit faster, his wicked imagination slowly taking over. When he opens his eyes, he can see Emma above him, smiling seductively at him. He smiles, leaning up to kiss her but her finger stops him, pushing him back down on the bed as she straddles his legs and lies perfectly on top of him.

Emma is still very restless and hates feeling that way, especially when she is trying to sleep. Her head feels dizzy and wishes that she didn't feel so confused. She's always been in control of emotions but her control is quickly slipping by the moment, every time she subjects herself to his tutelage.

The worst part is, it was her idea.

Their relationship isn't a romantic one, it's a business transaction but the boundaries are starting to become very blurry. Thinking of him makes her tremble, feeling his hands touch her private parts and almost nearly giving in and forgetting her proposition altogether.

It felt so good to feel his manhood rub against her, she remembers feeling her cheeks blush and her skin as if it were on fire.

She still feels like she's on fire.

Her hands continue to tremble as her fingers slowly travel to her sweet spot and gently, starts stroking, biting her lip. Emma spreads her legs a little wider, closing her eyes as she lightly whimpers, trying to ease the fire inside of her.

She can feel her pulse beating a little faster and one hand grasps her breast while she flexes four fingers, up and down, heaving until she can feel a liquidly fluid slide down her thigh.

Killian is in serious trouble, feeling the rush of intense pleasure sweep over him, imagining Emma slowly glide in and out of him. Her body is perfect and amazing but he swears, if the real her walked in right now, he would not be able to contain himself.

His body starts to tremble and he groans loudly, stroking himself harder. His hand feels very cramped and is desperate need of a massage but he can't get the image of Emma out of his head. Her face is the devil, tempting him at every wind.

Bloody hell, he cries inwardly, gripping himself more firmly.

The siren's gone but there's something else coming.

Emma sighs closing her eyes as her whole body relaxes. She's not there yet but her arousal is still very warm and she swears, upon opening her eyes, she sees someone in her room. The ship is rocking relentlessly, so she can't focus on the identity of the mystery figure until he is standing beside her bed.

Her mouth suddenly feels dry as she realizes it's him, standing naked in front of her.

Emma doesn't know what to say, only stare up at him for direction. He doesn't say anything either as he kneels down and nuzzles her chest, kissing her neck and breasts before backing away, removing her blanket.

They're both as naked as babes and Emma can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, staring at him.

Is he going to make love to her?

Is it time for another lesson?

"I want you to touch it," he says finally.

Emma lowers her gaze to his midsection and takes him in her hands, gently massaging but his hand stops her and she looks up at him again. "No," he whispers, "with your lips,"

She's not sure who's fantasy this is but Emma isn't about to question her own psyche so she slides her legs over the bed, sitting in front of him. She closes her eyes and leans forward, her lips gently kissing him. Emma can feel his hands roaming around her back, and Emma circles around him, planting kisses in her wake.

"Oh, Emma," he breathes.

"Oh Emma," Killian sighs, feeling very exhausted but burning with an electric energy he's never felt before. It's all because of her, the way she's changed him. He kneads himself a little harder and suddenly wishes Emma were with him, kissing him.

They haven't even kissed, not for real but suddenly, he wonders how her lips would taste against his. Every woman tastes differently and wants to know how she would taste. Does she even know how to kiss? If she doesn't, he can certainly teach her that as well.

Kissing is not sex and therefore, wouldn't be breaking any rules.

But he is about to break now.

Emma's on fire, licking and kissing but she's craving attention as well, so she drags him down on the bed and she lays back, spreading her legs. She knows how he feels below her but her emotions are so tender and raw. Somehow, he knows exactly what she needs and he bends down between her legs, licking her in short, quick strokes.

Emma braces the sheets and closes her eyes, feeling every stroke, kiss and lick. She remembers how it felt when Killian touched her for the first time and how pleasurable it was, how delicate and careful he was with her. Her pulse leaps and Emma grabs one of her breasts, massaging her nipple.

Speaking of massaging, Killian has taken to massaging her sweet spot with his tongue, alternating between kissing her whole and teasing her. The go-between makes Emma seethe underneath him and he steadies her body with his hand, but there is no calming her down.

The wetness returns, creating a puddle which Killian readily licks.

Emma's about to burst, she can feel it but she's enjoying this too much to suddenly, let it stop. His tongue feels very hot (or is that her?); Emma can't really tell, smiling weakly at him as he stops and looks her, winking.

"You are so beautiful right now," he compliments before returning to his task, as Emma rocks against him, helping him on.

The combination of her movements and his wonderful kisses and licks, forces a strong thunder inside to explode and she collapses, letting darkness envelop her but she can still the hear echoes of her own moans.

tbc