He grabbed the pen off the desk. "Before we discuss anything, tell me how long you've had an enchantment on this."
She leaned back, placing her hands behind her, the motion pushing her breasts up and almost out of her skimpy corset.
"Honestly? Since the night we came back." At his continued anger, she smiled. "Oh, don't fret. You've become my favorite activity. Listening in every night. You should be flattered that the Dark One considers you worth her time."
"I'm not. I'm disgusted." He hissed.
"Hmm. Whatever you say, Pirate. You're not as tough as you're acting. Trust me, I've heard everything. You're angry with me to the point I can see you over there shaking with it." She gestured with her head. "Yet, you still call out my name when you cum. You weep for my soul in the middle of the night."
"That's enough, Dark One!" He sneered. "Now shut the hell up and listen or leave!"
She ran a sharp fingernail across her lips, as if zipping them, a bemused smile following.
"You want me after all this time? You've tormented me every single moment since we met. Then you kissed the common sense out of me and it's all gone downhill from there!" He paused, drawing is a shallow breath. "And after that, we spent so much time being just a breath away from together that I started not knowing which end was up. Every time it felt like I was close to finally being with you, something happened to yank it away."
Her grin slipped into a frown, her brow furrowing.
He continued. "So, if for some reason you've decided that you want me, it will be on my damned terms. Dark One or not, you can not control this!"
"Fine." She said, almost primly. "Tell me your terms."
"First, you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. No one will know. Second, I am tired of those idiotic clothes." He pointed to her corset. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, but if you're to be mine, you'll wear what you used to when you're with me."
She scowled but remained silent.
"Third, when you're with me, you'll address me as Killian. Nothing else." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her complaints. To his surprise, there were none.
She swirled a hand in the air and became briefly encased in a cloud of smoke. When it cleared, she looked very different. Her clothes had changed back to her customary tank top, leather jacket, jeans, and knee high boots. The only thing that remained of the Dark One was her icy blond hair and deep pink lipstick.
"Much better." He murmured. "Now come here."
The Dark one rose and moved to stand in front of him. He reached behind her and pulled the pin from her bun, the white hair cascading down her back in silky waves.
He ran his thumb roughly across her top lip, then the bottom, trying to remove some of the lipstick. When that did nothing, he frowned at her.
She shrugged. "It will come off when I want it off."
Instead of answering, he wound his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back. She moaned, her eyes sliding shut. His mouth found her neck again, nipping at her collarbone.
He walked her backward until her legs hit the bed, lips never moving from her neck. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him with her.
Emma tugged at his shirt as his lips met hers again, pulling it from his jeans. The pirate grunted as her sharp fingernails trailed behind the shirt, grazing his bare skin.
"Careful, love." He said, eyes glinting. "If anyone's to leave a mark, it's me." He leaned back, allowing her to pull the shirt up and over his head.
Her eyes took in his bare chest, dark hair obscuring most of the pale skin beneath. The snug jeans he'd taken to wearing since their first date were low slung, the muscled stomach and hip bones clearly visible. As much as she enjoyed being the Dark One, she still occasionally indulged in human pleasures. This, she decided, would absolutely be one of them.
Killain slid his hands up the side of her top, moving them to her breasts. Though the fabric was heavy cotton, the twin peaks of her taut nipples were clearly visible. He leaned down to nuzzle her left breast, his breath hot against it.
She moaned, despite herself, and wove her fingers into his thick hair. He pulled at the top few buttons on her top until they popped open, freeing her breasts.
His tongue traced the curve of the slope, inching closer and closer to her aching nipple.
Then he stopped.
He rose from the bed and looked down at her. "Now, that is a pretty sight." He knew he was on borrowed time, with Emma being so docile, but he couldn't help it.
She scowled up at him. "If this is your idea of humor, it's a poor mistake." She sat up, quickly pulling on the tank top.
"Not at all." He moved to the end of the bed, picking up his discarded shirt and pulling it on. "I just merely found it to be a good stopping point."
"You little-!" She was silenced by his fingertip pressing up against her lips.
"Patience, Dark One. Anticipation makes it that much sweeter. Now, as I told you earlier, it's been a long day. I'll be going to sleep now. And unless becoming the Dark One has made you a cuddler, I suggest you leave."
She moved her hand across her chest, the new clothes reappearing. "Goodnight, Killian." A column of smoke enveloped her form, when it cleared, she was gone.
Killian dimmed the lamp and dropped onto the bed, pulling his shirt off and rubbing a hand over his face.
Shit.
He'd meant to rile her up enough to make her stay away. Make her angry enough to not want anything to do with him. That was the right thing to do. He'd planned to call David the moment she was gone and tell him everything.
But his phone remained in his pocket.
He fell back against the pillow and groaned.
"Swan, I know you're listening." He whispered into the darkness. "Come back to me. Please. Come back to us."
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