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Chapter 16
Emma awoke softly, her eyes fluttering as she adjusted to the sunlight peeking through the windows in the room.
A room that wasn't hers.
She was lying on her back as she felt a warm body beside her, a chin digging into her hair, an arm resting around her bare breasts, and a leg tangled amongst her own.
She turns her head towards the man who was still soundly asleep, his face void of any frown lines or dimples. She traces his cheek, memories of last night flooding her mind of his mouth and fingers everywhere.
Emma gently lifts his arm from her where it was pressed to her breasts, and rests it down on the bed as she slips and tip toes to the bathroom. She shuts the door quietly and sits on the expensive looking, good for two bathtub.
She presses her palms to her face and hates herself for this. It's been way too long since Emma has stayed overnight, has made love with a person she has feelings for instead of just a quick fuck where she starts dressing the second they're done.
She's not panicking or regretting sleeping with Killian; she wanted to since she first saw his blue eyes and heard his sexy accent in Starbucks, and then even started fantasizing about it once she first kissed him. But now it actually happened.
She stretches her neck, rotating it around to relieve some of the tension. It is, after all, a big step in their relationship.
Her insecurities and fears of being abandoned start creeping up on her and she knows she's being completely stupid and irrational. He's not Neal she reminds herself and stands up. She splashes water on her puffy eyes and gargles some Listerine and stares at her reflection in the mirror, "Enjoy the moment Emma Swan" she says to her reflection as she goes back to join her boyfriend in bed.
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Emma can't fall back asleep again.
The moment she laid back down, pressing her face to his chest, curling an arm around his waist, and tangling one of her legs with his, all the memories of last night come rushing back to her. The way he cupped her breasts before taking her nipples in his mouth, the way he made her come with his fingers and tongue, oh that tongue, and the way he pounded in her erratically as they both fell together.
She clamps her thighs together as she feels her clit tingle in anticipation. She brings a finger down to her folds, and smiles in wonderment as she finds herself wet and aching already.
On any other morning she would have taken care of this situation with her fingers or her collection of toys. But when she looks up at the man who so thoroughly ravished her last night with his mouth, she decides to return the favor.
Emma pushes herself back a bit, prepping herself on her elbow as she presses her body on top of his. She starts placing kisses on his jaw as she moves herself so she's straddling him. Pushing the blanket to the floor, Emma sits upright, tucking her hair behind her ears and placing her palm on his nipples as he stirs a bit.
She brings her mouth to his throat, kissing downwards till she sucks on his pulse point making Killian sigh loudly and finally blink open his eyes to take in the view.
And what a view it is.
Emma Swan sitting on his lap with her warm core pressing on his abdomen, her breasts brushing against his chest hair, her mouth kissing along his neck and her fingers pinching his nipples.
"Emma" he sighed, his voice rough with sleep and gathers her spilling blond curls in his hands to look at her face.
Emma leans back, giving him a beautiful view of her heaving bosom as she smirks, "Glad you're awake"
His answering smile quickly turns into a gasp as Emma licks a long stripe from his neck to his belly button, her nail digging in his hips. She runs her fingers on his sides and smiles against his skin as she feels his arousal hit her backside.
She lifts herself and pushes down until she's sitting on her knees between his legs, his cock standing proudly in front of her and Emma wets her lips, looking up at him and smiling before she takes him in her hand, earning a grunt from him.
She lightly brushes her palm on the length of him, circling the head with a finger and reveling in the grunts that escape Killian's lips. She creeps down and with a smile to Killian, kisses the tip.
Killian smiles, flashing his dimples as he brushes his hair back. One of his hand finds its way in Emma's hair, clutching a couple of strands as she takes him in her mouth, swirling her tongue along his tip as she takes him inch by inch.
"Fuck Emma" he groans once Emma finds a steady rhythm, darting her gaze up to him and finding him watching her, his pupils blown dark from desire and his tongue wetting his lower lip.
Emma clenches her thighs as the desire between them becomes almost unbearable, Killian's moans and grunts just fueling it.
As if sensing her need of release, Killian cups her cheek, "With you, love".
She releases him with a last swirl of her tongue and sits upright, watching his shoulders flex as he reaches at his bedside table to procure a condom. He hands it to her, and smirks as she rips the packet open with her teeth. She glides the condom on him, reminding herself to have this conversation with him about pills and tests and all as she suspects they'll be doing this a lot.
He wastes no time in gripping her waist, as Emma takes him in her hand and guides him to her entrance, her eyes shutting as he slowly fills her.
Killian growled once Emma lifted up and slid back down. "Fuck" she cursed once they found a steady rhythm, the feel of him against her walls intoxicating. She pulled him towards her, intending to kiss him but the drag of him inside her forced her to bite his chin, her fingers raking roughly on his neck.
Killian's fingers found her clit, rubbing at the nub furiously until Emma fell apart with a scream of his name. Killian soon followed her climax, his hands gripping her waist almost painfully.
Emma dropped her head on his shoulder, Killian's arms coming around to hold her on top of him as they both tried to calm themselves down from their high.
She slid beside him once her breathing was steady, nuzzling into his chest as her arm curled around his waist tightly, "Good morning"
"A hell of a morning I must say" Killian smiled, placing a kiss to her forehead.
After a few moments of silence, Killian running his fingertips through her blond curls and Emma caressing his chest hair, Emma's stomach grumbled.
Killian smiled, "I'll go get some breakfast, love. It seems like our activities have left us famished"
He stood up, looking around for his jeans and Emma took the opportunity to admire him, all of him. Killian smirked as he was pulling his jeans up, "Quit ogling me, Swan"
"I thought you liked it" she replied flirtatiously, earning a smile from him.
He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips, "I shall be back in two shapes. You are welcome to use my bathroom and my closet is at your disposal"
"Thanks and be quick" Emma replied, kissing him once more before he left, straightening his shirt and grabbing his wallet.
Emma headed to the bathroom. It took her a while to figure out his over-expensive shower with all the different buttons and different styles for the water coming out. She finally settled with the waterfall setting, which had the water coming down as well, a waterfall, and Emma cursed under her breath Rich people.
As she was drying off using one of the clean white towels hung beside his shower stall, she figured out that the bathtub wasn't actually a bathtub but a Jacuzzi. Along with a TV hung right opposite it and she made a mental note to maybe utilize this Jacuzzi, hopefully with Killian.
She picked a white shirt and blue boxers from his closet, picking up her own clothing that was scattered on the floor and folding it properly. She headed to the kitchen to find Killian humming to himself – two coffees, bagels, muffins and scones on the island as he was cutting up a pear.
"Hey" Emma said softly as she sat on one of the high chairs.
Killian turned around, his gaze raking seductively on her body as he admired his clothes on her, "Hello, my love"
Emma smiles at the endearment. She never told him but she loves how he so effortlessly adds "love" to his vocabulary. My love just sounds so personal since he calls almost everyone "love" but just her "my love".
He set the plate with the cut out pear slices and pulled a chair near Emma's, their elbows brushing as they ate in comfortable silence. Emma was surprised with her calmness; the panic, the urge to just run should come but it isn't. She looks over at Killian who is checking his emails on his phone, and silently admires him for a second. Who would've thought a man who she cursed at the first time she met would turn out to be so important to her?
Sensing her watching him, Killian smiles, his eyes still focused on his iPhone, "You're ogling me again Swan. Kind of creepy?" he joked.
"I'm not some pervert staring at a stranger" she laughs, "This is just called admiring your boyfriend"
He smiles at the title, a shiver running down his spine every time Emma refers to him as her boyfriend (although not that many times as they have to hide their relationship). Even with Milah they were just together – no labels to their relationship.
"It's romantic" he replies, his dimples visible as he smiles and Emma tilts her head in thought. Romantic? Me? Since when?
Killian lets go of his cell and focuses on her, the pink tinge of her cheeks, her wet hair sticking to her neck, his too big clothes on her, and the smell of his shower gel from her. The sight overwhelms him really – how so suddenly and so quickly this blonde lass has taken over him and his heart.
"What do you want to do today, love?" Killian asks, entwining his fingers with hers.
"Honestly, I'm fine staying in all day" she raises an eyebrow flirtatiously.
"Emma, I was hoping you'd stay for the weekend?" Killian asks, hopefully.
"I would love to" she presses a kiss to his cheek, "But I don't have any clothes"
"That's brilliant" he grinned, causing Emma to roll her eyes at him playfully, "We'll go shopping" he added.
Killian stood up and Emma opened her legs to let him stand between them, "After I've ravished you once more" he said sultrily as he brought his hands to her ass and lifted her up, carrying her to his bedroom.
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The weekend went well.
They went to the mall so Emma could buy clothes for herself for the weekend, they went out for dinner, sat in the park at night with ice-creams, watched tv, talked, and made love.
Shira showed up at his house on Sunday morning, putting an early end to their relaxing (not really, considering the enjoyable activities that ensued) bath in his Jacuzzi. Emma hid in his room with his laptop to pass time as Killian spent about an hour with her, both of them going over work. She wasn't glad about it but he was a busy man – after all he was the CEO. Emma forgets that most of the times, especially now since they've been dating. For her, he's just Killian Jones. Not Killian Jones, CEO, playboy and whatever those trashy magazines write about him.
Emma was snuggled up against his chest as they continued watching Lost, when Killian's cell rang. He stretched behind him towards his side table, careful as not to move Emma who was pressed at his front.
Liam's picture with his goofy grin and ruffled hair showed up on the screen, Emma smiling at it once she saw it. She nodded at him to take the call, pausing the episode.
"You need to come to Ireland" Liam spoke immediately, not even giving the chance to Killian to say 'hello'.
"What?"
"It's Thanksgiving in two weeks! Elsa, I, and Belle are in India right now. Elsa and I are returning to Ireland tomorrow as her morning sickness has worsened" he explained, "Plus she can't even travel comfortably as she's almost done her eighth month"
"Eighth month? Bloody hell the little one is almost here!" Killian grinned, excited to be an uncle, "Wait, you're allowed to fly eight months pregnant?"
"Eight months is the limit. It's so exciting Killian" Liam said affectionately, and they both paused for a moment, the idea of a little addition to their small family overwhelming.
Liam cleared his throat, "Anyways so you're coming to Ireland for Thanksgiving as usual and hopefully not drunk"
Killian rolled his eyes. Since Milah, Liam had to drag him from his boat where he was usually passed out drunk and him, Elsa, and Belle stuffed turkey and pie down his throat.
"Also, Elsa and I would like for your lady love to join us" Liam muttered, a hint of a smile in his voice.
Killian looked down at Emma who was playing with his shirt buttons, waiting patiently for his call to end. She told him about her past in foster care, a very dull and lonely time with no family or even friends. He wasn't sure how she'd take the offer so he promised Liam to call later and cut the call.
"What was he saying?" Emma asked, looking up at him.
"They're going back to Ireland as Elsa is nearing her pregnancy" Killian informed her. He wanted to ask her to come with him to Ireland; he would love it, of course he would. Being with Liam, Elsa, Belle and now Emma for Thanksgiving would be a true family event. But he didn't want to move too fast as he knew Emma needs time to accept all this affection from him, and he wants her to be comfortable.
"What is it?" Emma asked.
"Pardon me, love?"
"I can hear you thinking. What is it?"
"Well, Liam was calling to remind me about Thanksgiving" Killian brought his hand up to scratch behind his ear, "And they are hoping you'd join us?"
"You want me to come to Ireland with you for Thanksgiving?" Emma asked, surprised, sitting up and turning so she was opposite him now.
"I would love it, of course, but it's your choice. You don't have to if you don't want to" he muttered hurriedly.
Emma stared at him for a moment. Holidays weren't really her favorite as they reminded her just how lonely she was but since meeting David and Mary Margaret, they have been better. But she never imagined this – spending Thanksgiving with her boyfriend and his family. (Granted she never thought she'd have a boyfriend after the disaster with Neal).
"Emma?" he spoke softly, frown lines marring his forehead as he watched the conflicting emotions on her face.
"I'm sorry, it's okay Swan you don't have to. I'll just tell Liam and h-"
"I'll come" Emma interrupted him, surprising herself with her decision.
"What?" Killian asked, unsure of whether he dreamed that or did Emma just agree to spend Thanksgiving with him.
"I'll go to Ireland with you" she repeated, smiling.
"Bloody hell" he muttered as he brought his arms around her, his face nuzzling her neck as she giggled against his chest at his reaction.
She kissed him once they broke apart, "I've been thinking lately about us" she admitted, "And I've realized that I've been attracted to you since the moment we met but cause of my walls I never gave in to it. And now that we have, it's amazing"
He smiled, his eyes crinkling.
"I'm not afraid, Killian – for some reason being with you doesn't make me want to run anymore. I want this, us. I just want to be with you" she admitted, tears welling in her eyes without notice as finally she feels this - a sense of belonging.
"I want to be with you too, Emma" he admitted, cradling her cheek, "And as I've said before, I never thought I'd be able to feel this way again but you changed that. I no longer need solace in my rum bottles as you've ignited the spark to live within me, my love. So thank you for that"
Emma smiles, leaning forward until her forehead rests on his and she presses her lips to his softly. The kiss was sweet as they poured all the words and emotions they couldn't speak of yet.
Emma smiled at him, all crinkly and shining eyes and everything, as they separated and then buried her face to his chest. As Killian brought his arms around her, all he could think of was God, I love this woman.
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