Emma stood near Killian at the helm of the Jolly Roger admiring the man that saved her from the evil clutches of Regina. It seemed like the man and the ship were one boldly cutting a swath through the water. His tall, lean physique dressed in black and striking features were the stuff of any girl's dreams.
"Attention, mates!" Killian yelled to his crew, sweeping a hand towards Emma. "As you all know, this is Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest and a guest of the Jolly Roger. Just to make it clear, anyone who lays a hand on her or disparages her in anyway will feel the tip of my sword. She is not to be harmed and she is definitely to be treated with respect. Is that understood?"
"Aye, Cap'n!" they all responded in unison. The crew had already seen her on her first voyage when she was mistakenly kidnapped. The gossip had already spread that Milah was no longer Captain Jones's love interest and this blonde beauty had taken her place. The crew couldn't help but admire the man that was not only able to woo the Dark One's wife but also romance a bona fide princess of the realm. Some of the talented, more poetic members of the crew were inspired to dream up lyrics describing the romantic exploits of the Captain but they wouldn't dare sing them in front of the princess. Their songs always turned out too bawdy the more they drink. In the taverns, they would play their song and entertain their audience. They were looking forward to drink a pint of ale, play their song and have a good laugh.
"We are going to stop at the nearest port to stock up on provisions," Killian told Emma. "Most of the supplies I had were donated to Captain Jack to contribute to his mission."
"It was very generous of you to do that," Emma complimented him. "You pirates constantly surprise me."
Killian smirked, "I guess you weren't expecting pirates to do something good in the world?"
"It seems you lot are quite the exception," Emma beamed.
Killian enjoyed the praise coming from Emma's lips.
"It'll be my lifelong endeavor to be exceptional to you in all ways," Killian murmured in a low voice that only she could hear.
This sent a thrill up Emma's spine. "I don't doubt that," she responded.
"I'll be up all night at the helm navigating using the stars so we can reach port by midday tomorrow," Killian told her.
"Don't you need some sleep?" Emma asked.
"All I need is a solid four hours and I'm good as new," Killian said eyeing her dress. She was still in the dress that the slave traders put on her. In the sunlight he could see all the details that went into the dress, the red and gold brocade, the high slits that showed her upper thighs when she walked, the way it pushed up her breasts, he realized what a visual temptation she was to his crew. He definitely needed to get her some new clothes while they were in port. "Why don't you rest in my cabin and I'll take my dinner with you later?"
"Alright," Emma conceded. Killian escorted her to the Captain's cabin, made sure she was comfortable and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he left her. She looked around at how Spartan it was. Everything was neat and orderly. There were no superfluous items, just practical ones and many books. Her pirate was very well-read. She was surprised and yet pleased at the same time at how small his bed was. She figured he may not have had too many bed partners in a bed that small. Two people could fit on the bed but there really was no room to turn if you needed to get comfortable. She went to lie down to rest her eyes and breathed in his masculine scent.
Later they dined together on some fried fish that one of his crew caught, with a nice wine sauce and a side of biscuits.
When dinner was over he gave her a kiss good night that always left her breathless. As soon as they both managed to calm down, Killian put on his black leather coat and went up to steer the ship. She woke later when she heard him come into the room to take off his coat and made space for him in the bed. She sighed as she snuggled up to his warm, hard form sleeping next to her. He turned on his side towards her and wrapped her in his arms as he fell asleep.
When she awoke in the morning, he was gone most likely up at the helm to guide his ship to the nearest port. She kept herself occupied until they arrived at port.
Emma went with him to get supplies for the Jolly and overlooked the loading of the supplies. He then took her to the market and gave her some money to buy some clothes. She found some shirts, some pants and tall leather boots which were more practical to wear on a boat. Even though, she was getting used to not wearing underthings, she bought some anyway. They took their purchases with them when they dined at a nice tavern nearby.
The tavern was warm and friendly looking. It reminded her of the time she spent with him in Arendelle. He was an entertaining and charismatic dinner date. After dinner, he then said he wanted to show her something that he won in a game of cards one night. It was a high stakes game where he could have lost the Jolly Roger.
He took her to an elevated, but flat spot of land away from the town. "This looks like a good spot," he said. He took out a box from his coat and said an incantation over it.
He then stood with Emma far back as they both watch the box unfold itself. It seemed like boards and bricks were coming out of the box to slowly construct a house. When it finally finished, it looked like a ship captain's house that was at least three stories tall with a porch and a turret. Emma marveled at the all-white clapboard and brick house with many windows. Killian held out his elbow and she slipped her hand around his arm so he could escort her into the house. She was surprised that there was a butler to answer the door.
"Did he live in that magic box?" Emma whispered the question to Killian.
The butler did overhear and answered her question, "I am part of the enchantment of the house, milady."
Emma realized he wasn't real just an extension of the house.
"This is Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest and she is welcome to this house at any time, Miles," Killian told the butler.
The butler nodded at the order and he bowed as they walked into the house. The house was all white in the inside too with a chandelier gracing the foyer.
"May I take your coat, sir?" the butler, Miles, asked.
"No, that may be all for now, Miles," Killian said dismissing the butler. "I'll call if I need you."
"Yes, sir," Miles said as he disappeared.
"He's gone?" Emma asked.
"He's part of the house," Killian explained. "He'll come back when either of us needs him. How about a tour?"
"I'd love that," Emma said with her arm still linked in his.
Killian escorted her through the first floor. She noticed the richly appointed furniture with beautiful window hangings and elegant wainscoting that graced the room. He took her through the kitchen where the design and layout seemed very practical. There was breakfast nook that looked quite cozy. They went into the dining room that had a long table with intricately carved chairs. The library was filled with books from top to bottom and seemed to be the only room that had color in it from the book covers. There were several comfortable sitting areas that had cushioned couches and settees that would be perfect to curl up and read. As they ascended up the steps, Killian wanted to show her the small lighthouse at the top of the turret on the third floor. Emma marveled at the view from the top where she could see the little seaside village and the Jolly Roger at the dock.
"This is amazing, Killian," Emma exclaimed. "And you won this in a card game?"
"This would have come in handy instead of staying in that dusty, ancient pile of rocks someone called a castle, but I left it on the Jolly Roger and was told that the old castle was much grander than described which obviously was a lie," Killian said.
She remembered how cold and dank that place was and was thankful that despite the whiteness of the house, it was still seemingly warm and inviting. She examined the mirror and reflective glass that would help shine the light into a beacon that guided sailors. She went out to the widow's walk and they stood admiring the sunset.
"It's getting cold. Let's go admire the view from inside," Killian said noticing goose bumps on Emma's arms. They went inside.
Emma admired the beautiful sunset while Killian was admiring Emma. He nuzzled his nose into her hair breathing in her scent. She relaxed against his body as she gave herself up to the senses as he gently enclosed her in his embrace. It felt like coming home, the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms, the headiness of his passion.
His kiss, when it came, was actually so very hesitant she barely felt it. And she realized he was giving her this last chance to back out before he took complete control.
He knew very well that he was an experienced enough lover to overcome any reluctance that she had. He could have done it many times but always stopped, giving her time to refuse him.
That he was holding back warmed her heart more than anything, making her want him more. Her answer was to slip her arms around his neck. She was crushed to his chest by the might of his relief and then he lifted her up and carried her down the steps to the master bedroom. She gasped and held on to him tightly in case they both tumbled down the steps but his footing was certain.
When he entered the bedroom, he put her legs down letting her slowly slide down his body, setting her down near the bed. His parted lips slanted across hers and devoured their sweetness with a ferocity that showed evidence of his starved affections. His hand ran under her skirt feeling the bare softness of her legs and when he reached up to cup her derriere he gasped when he felt no sign of undergarments.
She hadn't been wearing anything and was nude under her dress this whole time, he realized with a groan. He continued to feast on her mouth while his hand came around her front.
"Oh, sweet mercy," Killian breathed. He didn't think it was possible for his cock to get any harder but it did.
Emma felt his fingers touch her bare pussy evoking delicious sensations.
"Oh, that was part of the services the slavers' staff gave," Emma said in a breathless voice leaning back letting her legs widen of their own volition.
For Killian, no hair on a woman's nether regions was a novelty to savor. When he leaned back, it was to begin loosening the strings on her dress.
She watched as he slowly let the dress puddle to the floor. His eyes were mesmerizing her, grown dark and heavy-lidded, seeing into her soul. His eyes took a journey up and down her sweet body. On his lips appeared that sensual smile that had the power to turn her insides to mush and liquefy her limbs.
He caught her as she swayed from weakness. With exquisite slowness, he savored the feel of her bare skin and his smile widened. It was as if he could see inside her and knew what she was feeling. He was a man victorious and rejoicing at the sensations he evoked in her. Her hips made a small undulating motion which set him into motion. He lifted her up and bore her to the bed.
This took Emma out of the sexual trance she was in and she wanted to take an active part. Before her was a man more intimidating than fantasy and she had fantasized being with him many times. She always wondered what it would be like to undress him so her curiosity made her bold. She unbuttoned his vest and shirt and ran her hands across his chest pushing the garments off his shoulders with his help. Her hands went to his buckle clumsily trying to pry it open. He pushed her hands off so he could take off his clothes faster. He was just as eager for her to touch him so the sooner he was unclothed the better. He sat by the bed and took off his boots and pants until he was sliding next to her as naked as she was.
She placed her palms against his skin, moving her hands up and down, touching him like she had longed to do. She had a strong impulsive urge to wrap her legs around him to get as close to him as possible.
His eyes smoldered on her face, down her body once more, all of her lying beneath him. How often he pictured her like this, her skin flushed with desire, her eyes beckoning him. She was exquisite, more so than when he had first seen her, curves perfectly round, womanly and she was here, his, she wanted him.
He cupped her face with slow tenderness, fingers moving over her face, her neck, into her hair. He would never get enough of touching her.
"You don't know what you do to me," Killian whispered.
"I know what you do to me," Emma said watching him. "Is it the same?"
"I dearly hope so," Killian chuckled.
He kissed her, his tongue parting her lips to plunge inside her, his chest settling over hers, her already over sensitized nipples getting tickled by his dark, curling hair on his chest.
His lips kissed a trail down her body. Her eyes flew open when his mouth kept going lower and she couldn't believe it when he settled his head in between her thighs and felt that first touch of his moist tongue against her throbbing flesh. When his tongue slipped inside, the jolt was so powerful her body bucked, nearly dislodging him, and then settled into a delicious trembling that made her want to curl into him.
He traveled back to feast on her lips and she could taste herself on him.
When she lifted her arms to place them around his back, he caught them, spread them wide and entangled her fingers with hers holding her arms above her head.
He lowered himself to take one sensitive breast in his mouth, slowly circling his tongue around it. He wouldn't release her hands and she was going mad with wanting to touch him.
"I need to touch you too, Killian," Emma groaned.
"You can touch me all you want later. Right now, I don't think I can bear it."
"I can't bear it either," Emma sighed.
Killian buried his head in between her breast, groaning.
"Oh, my beautiful siren. If I let you touch me right now, you'll have me behaving like an inexperienced boy and it will be over too soon."
She exulted in the knowledge that she could make him lose control. Her back arched demanding contact, spreading her legs to feel more of him.
Not until he was ready did he slide up a little more, assaulting her neck with lips that were now scorching, moving toward her ear.
Her loins were aching, an inferno of moist heat, and when she felt something touch her there, her body instinctively closed around it, hungering for the pressure in the region. And it managed to fill her, a welcoming fullness that she instinctively thrust her hips against. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper.
He was kissing her again, deeply, with a fierce hunger to match her own, his arms locked on hers, unmoving. His body was moving against hers with an urgency she responded to, as the tension grew, pulsed and then finally exploded into blissful pleasure. She let out a small scream at the insane ecstasy she felt.
Emma could sense that their joining was unique. Killian knew it. It was what held his mind in tow this whole time and now he poured himself into her, shuddering, reaching into her soul with his possession of her and binding their bodies in consummation. The intensity of his climax drained him completely that he was too weak to lift his head, much less move off her. Never had he experienced anything like it and he knew he would never want to let this go.