"You want me, Dark One?" He growled. "You've got me, at least for tonight."
Her head fell back as he kissed his way down her neck, pausing to run his tongue along the delicate lace of her tank top before burying his face between her breasts. He felt her sharp fingernails dragging across his scalp and it sent a shiver down his spine.
He pulled back and moved his hook up to the lace, catching a bit of the thin fabric on the sharp tip. With a devilish grin, he yanked his arm back, effectively severing the top.
Underneath the top, Emma was bare. He made a low sound, deep in his throat, and moved his right hand up to cup her left breast. He hooked the hem of her pencil skirt and yanked it up, dragging the tip of his hook lightly across her thigh. He took her nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth as he reached down to fumble with the buckle on his belt.
After a moment of fumbling, he finally got his belt undone. Emma moved to reach into his jeans but Killian caught her wrist. "No." He said, angrily. He pushed her roughly and she fell back onto her hands, the position giving him a perfect view of her breasts.
He shoved his jeans a few inches down, freeing his cock, but made no move to enter her. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her, stroking himself lightly. She felt his teeth and tongue on the inside of her thigh, teasing her to the point of insanity. By the time his tongue finally began to stroke her clit, she truly thought she was going to have to whip out the magic to make him do something.
The pirate talked a lot of game, but he did not lie. He drove her to the point of orgasm and carried her straight through. Killian didn't stand until he was sure she was finished, but when he did, he wasted no time positioning himself at her opening.
"Enjoy it, Dark One." He said, his blue eyes locking onto her green ones. "Because this is a one time thing."
He entered her with one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped, reaching up to grasp his shoulders, digging in her nails. Instead of deterring his roughness, it only fueled his fire. He began to thrust fiercely, peppering her breasts and neck with hot, open mouthed kisses.
Much to his dismay, he felt his own orgasm building after only a few minutes. He leaned in and whispered into Emma's ear, each word timed with a thrust.
"Come. Back. To. Me."
He fell forward, thrusting once more before emptying himself into Emma. It felt like hours before the fog cleared and he was able to pull away. After tucking himself away, he glanced over at her, hoping for something, anything, to signify the return of his beloved.
And found nothing.
She hopped down and straightened her skirt, not bothering to cover the top half of herself. "So, your little plan failed."
"Did it?" He raised an eyebrow. It felt like torture, speaking as if nothing had just happened between them.
"Yes. Weren't you supposed to be freezing me out?" She leaned against the island, crossing her arms.
"Aye, but that wasn't the goal for tonight."
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"You treated me with respect at the Rabbit Hole. You didn't carry me off like some petulant child. You waited for my permission. In short, love, I controlled this evening. Not you. Is the door through there?" He pointed to the hall and started off in that direction. "Have a good night, Swan."
As the screen door smacked shut behind him, he heard something shatter. He grinned and jogged down the path, feeling better than he had in weeks. It was a small victory, but damnit, it was still a victory.
As he neared Granny's, he saw a familiar face at one of the tables. Henry was seated at one of the patio tables, books spread across the metal top. A notebook sat at the center and he was scowling at it.
"What's the matter, lad?" He asked, plopping down in the seat next to the boy.
"Homework that I don't want to do." He flipped the notebook shut and dropped his pen onto the cover. "But homework keeps me busy and lately busy is good."
"Ah."
"Can I ask you something?" The boy stacked the books and shoved them into his ratty backpack.
"Sure." Killian said, taking a sip from his flask.
"I heard about what happened at that town meeting. Do you really think you can help my mom?"
He swallowed the rum and looked at Henry, lopsided grin. "I do."
"Thank you." He stood, slinging his bag into place. "See you around, Hook."
He watched the boy head down the street and once Henry was out of sight, Killian pulled out his phone and tapped Belle's name. When she answered, he described the night's events.
"Killian, that's fantastic!" She squealed, obviously a little tipsy.
"I thought so. Get home safe, Belle." He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket, the grin returning.
He shoved himself up from the table and started the short walk to the Jolly. He still felt good about how things had gone with Emma. She'd listened to him and actually acted like a human being. On top of that, he'd finally been intimate with her.
He'd finally gotten to be with his Emma.
Sure, she was the Dark One, and he really shouldn't want her at all. But damnit, he did. However, Belle and Ruby had been right. She'd shown a human reaction tonight. Even if it was just jealousy. He hadn't exactly planned on sleeping with her, but it felt like the right thing to do, and he didn't regret it.
The Jolly loomed in the distance, partially shrouded in fog. "Hello, you big beautiful creature." He whispered.
And for the first time in weeks, he had hope.
Unfortunately, it was short-lived.
A/N: You guys are amazing. I know I say that all the time, but I really mean it. There's nothing better than waking up and seeing a bunch of notifications saying that so and so followed or favorited. Now, I know I suck at sex scenes. Sorry! But I have a lot planned for this story and I know you won't be disappointed! Reviews? Please? Pretty please with whipped cream and cinnamon on top?