Once they start, it is like a flame that cannot be extinguished—not that either of them would ever want to.
If Rumpelstiltskin had intended to drive a wedge between them by threatening Killian's life, he had only succeeded in bringing them closer together. It surprises both of them, Killian thinks, how they can never quite get enough of each other. She is the biggest temptation he has ever had to face, a temptation that he can't help giving into time and time again. And as for Killian himself…Mary is quickly discovering that she has never wanted anything in her life as much as she wants him every second of every day. They come together time and time again, unable to stop now that every single barrier between them has finally been broken.
Sometimes it is desperate and quick, up against the mast of the Jolly Roger or the door to his cabin, greedy and reckless as both of them realize how little time they hav left to spend together. These times arere reigned by clashing teeth, fumbling hands, bruises littered across skin flushed with desire, kisses to end the world on, her name on his lips like a battle cry. Mary, Mary, Mary…
Other times it is slower, tender, both of them trying to make the moments count by drawing them out as much as they possibly can. Tucked safely away from the world in his cabin, they discover and re-discover each other, two lost souls finding each other over and over again in the dark of the Jolly Roger. Their lips map out each others' bodies, etching them into memories forever. There are gasps and cries and laughter and sometimes tears, in these tender moments between them, each one more beautiful than the last. These times are filled with names breathed softly, against lips and collarbones and hips, claiming each other now and forever. Names spoken in a reverent whisper over and over again, like a prayer in the dark…Mary. Mary. Mary.
Killian.
They spend time learning each other's hearts as well as their bodies, between these sessions of frenzied lovemaking. She tells him of the night the Turkish ambassador broke into her bedroom, how she was too naïve and scared and curious to send him away—the story makes Killian's blood boil and leaves him feeling very grateful that the bastard got the ending he deserved not soon after—and he tells her more of his lonely life on Neverland, of wasted years spent with nothing but vengeance on his mind. They talk of the monotony of her life at Downton, his early days in the navy…even the formerly forbidden topics of Matthew and Milah are allowed to be brought to light. They speak of the future as well, in hushed whispers late at night huddled under the quilt in his cabin, but neither of them allow each other to dwell on it for too long. Before either of them can sink into despair and doubt once more, the other will reach for them, banishing their worries just for a little while longer—two broken souls healing each other as the ocean's waves crest around them…carrying them ever closer to Regina's castle.