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AN: Thanks to all those who favorited and reviewed, I'm glad this is being enjoyed. The M rating kicks in here (this part is entirely smut, you have been warned), cause honestly, that's why we're all here. Reviews, both good and constructively critical, are welcome as always.

A Lover and a Fighter

by Lady Callista

"You're Killian Jones, and you're the man I want."

When I win your heart, and I will win it... It will be because you want me.

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, and when they opened they were beaming with such a mix of love and devotion that she waited for the panic and urge to run to come back. When they didn't, it was her turn to smile at him in wonder, and she leaned up to kiss him just as softly as he had her a moment ago.

The kiss deepened after mere seconds, yet stayed wretchingly gentle, as did his touch as he reached up, fingers trailing over her collarbone to the side of her neck before sliding through her hair. She'd noticed how to loved to play with it, run his fingers through it, and the familiarity of the tender and intimate gesture caused everything in her to soften as she melted into his embrace.

He tasted of rum, as he typically did, and that something spicy she could never place but always wanted more of. His arms slid around her as they had above deck, a slow glide as he fit their bodies together, and when he nipped at her bottom lip she opened to him with a gasp, taking the kiss deeper yet. As their tongues slide silkily together Emma let her hands fall from his waist to his ass, felt his come to the back of her neck and begin that slow rhythm of squeezing and releasing that always both relaxed her and made her burn for more.

Killian felt the quick catch and release of her breath as their hips came together, felt the edges of his control starting to fray as her hands squeezed his ass. They broke the kiss, eyes locking for an instant, heat roaring through their veins as they paused for a trembling second before diving back in.

This time his mouth took hers hot and heavy even as he sank back to sit on the bed, pulling her down with him until she straddled him, never breaking the kiss. His arms locked around her waist as hers came over his shoulders, the switch back from sweet to passionate so fast that Emma could do nothing but cling as he ravaged her mouth. Her body strained, hips starting to flex over his hardness, the friction through their jeans both maddening and wonderful.

He groaned deep in his chest as she danced above him, answering his demanding kiss with the heat and fire he loved so much. He let his lips slide across her cheek, nibbling at her jaw. Her scent was everywhere, vanilla and cinnamon mixed with something floral, something delicate that complimented rather than contrasted with her strength and power. Even through the layers of cloth still between them he could feel her heat, the light friction she was creating making him impossibly harder. He felt the fire roar through him and strained to slow the pace.

She moaned softly as he tasted and touched, as he learned the silky feel of her skin with the hand he slipped under her shirt to slide up her back, as his lips slid down the column of her throat to suddenly nip and suck hotly at the pulse throbbing in her neck. Her breath trembled out, and she arched back as his mouth slid lower, into the deep-v of her shirt. He could feel her fingers on the buttons of his shirt and anchored his hand in the middle of her back, fingers flicking to unhook her bra.

Emma gasped his name as she felt her bra give, a stray thought wondering where the hell he had learned that. The question burned away as his mouth left the top of her breast, dark, stormy blue eyes flicking up to her as he used his hand, and after only a second of hesitation, his wrist, to gather her shirt and begin to nudge it up.

Their shirts fell to the floor in twin plops, her bra going with them, and then they were kissing hard, deep sighs echoing through the room as their bodies molded together again in a flash of heat. Hands streaked over backs, reveling in the feel of muscles flexing and bunching as she ground herself down on his very obvious desire for her, swallowing his throaty moan when his hand clamped on her hip, moaning softly herself when he started moving beneath her, his hips stuttering up to chase hers.

Struggling not to rush, Killian pulled back, catching her eyes -clouded, wide with lust and more- for an instant before letting his gaze lower even as his hand slid up from her waist to delicately circle around first one nipple then the other, his eyes feasting at how her skin glowed gold in the light of the oil lamps that lit his cabin. His hand cupped one globe, fingers still playing, as he whispered that she was impossibly beautiful, and his breath caught as he saw her blush spread over her chest. His lips found her neck again even as her hands slid over his back, nails biting in when he nipped at her ear. "This is one dream I thought could never come true." He confessed, hearing the longing and vulnerability in his own voice and not at all embarrassed by it. He'd long since given up any true attempt at pride where she was concerned.

Emma chuckled even as her hands slid down to unbuckle his belt. "We've been on this course for a while."

He grinned into her neck as she used his phrase, then sobered and pulled back to catch her eyes as he tried to find the words. "I don't just mean..."

She watched his gaze leave her for an instant, casting around the cabin, and understanding came quickly. She cupped his face as she whispered, "I'm so glad you got her back, Killian."

"I never regretted the trade, love, you know that."

She saw the truth of it in his eyes, had indeed known it deep down, and still felt her heart give a little lurch. "But you still missed her."

"Aye, I did. She's been with me a long time, holds many memories." He grinned then, the slight sadness in his eyes eclipsed by heat as he husked, "And now she'll witness one more."

She grinned back, and they dove at each other.

His kiss was even hotter now, his control nearly gone. She matched him beat for beat, her hands faster, impatient as they tried to twist so they could continue undressing each other, as they tried to strip pants away even as tongues and teeth and lips clashed and absorbed and bodies seemed to resist losing even a millimeter of the closeness between them in this heated moment.

It was his head banging back against the wall -her nails skimming over his chest, her lips locked on his neck even as his hand kneaded her ass, fingers slowly skimming closer to where she burned for him- that caused the overwhelming kiss to break.

She skimmed her fingers over the back of his head with a giggle, and then she was sliding off his lap, feeling the loss of his heat immediately, and stripping off her boots and pants as she noticed him doing the same.

They rolled back on the narrow bunk, her beneath him although she had initially tried to press him back instead. Her strength -as she pulled him against her, as warm, bare skin already going damp slid together in an erotic dance- was intoxicating. Yet more breathtaking still was when he made that strength falter, when his princess let down every last wall and slid toward weakness, shuddering each time his skimming fingers or lips found a new spot that pleased her.

He couldn't help it when his eyes kept returning to her face, as the beauty of her lost in pleasure only made him want to give her more, made him burn with the need to show her the things she wouldn't yet let him say.

Emma's hands skimmed his back as he worked his way down her body, nails briefly gripping or scratching when he found a sensitive spot. His fingers teased around the lace underwear she'd deliberately left on as his mouth closed over her breast, and she let out a gasp as she realized just how close she already was.

"Now, please, god, now." She didn't even feel embarrassed as the words slipped breathy past her lips, and moaned as his tongue and fingers continued to torment her for another long moment.

"Killian." She gasped his name as he kissed across the valley of her breasts, nibbling at the spots he'd already discovered drove her the most crazy. His head snapped up at his name, eyes wide and hot with desire, pupils blown and the narrow ring that was normally sapphire darker than she'd ever seen.

"I've dreamed of this for too long to end it this quickly, love."

His voice was dark and husky, accent somehow more liquid, and the combination of that, his eyes, and his fingers sliding lightly over lace caused her entire body to tremble as a swirl of both lust and love spiraled through her.

Something soft went through his eyes for an instant, but before Emma could even begin to panic about whatever he'd seen in her eyes in that completely unguarded moment, he was surging back up her body.

He kissed her deeply, and when she opened to him his tongue slid into her mouth a second before his fingers slid under lace and into heat. All her thoughts and worries slid away as he stroked the fire impossibly higher, as she got lost in his body and his eyes.

"Here, now, love." He breathed between kisses as his fingers slipped and circled, "Fly for me."

He felt it hit her like a typhoon. He drew back just enough to catch that instant of total bliss in her eyes, and then he was kissing her again, swallowing her cry of shock and pleasure even as his fingers continued to dance, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her.

When she went limp, pliant, his name once again ghosting over her lips, he pulled back just enough to see her face as his hand slipped from her body, still touching her lightly through the lace.

Still breathless, still floating, her eyes drifted open to find his gaze burning into her.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've e're seen."

It was whispered with awe, and she saw more deeply into him than she ever had. She whispered his name again as her hand drifted up to his cheek, her thumb tracing over his lips, breath catching when he gently drew the digit into his mouth.

He was hard as a rock, had been since the moment they entered the cabin, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted forever with the woman in his arms.

Wanted her warm, soft fingers running over every part of him. Wanted the gentle warmth of her lips soothing his wrist, or burning against his own. Wanted the most amazing woman he'd ever known to always look at him as she did now, as though he was the center of her world. He knew he looked at her that way, had for some time, and to see that look reciprocated would have brought him to his knees were she not already beneath him.

This was why he had wanted her here, why even knowing it could never be he had always dreamed of their first time being in his cabin. Despite how well he'd adjusted to her world, to all the technology she and her family had helped him learn, despite how convenient and easy her electric lights were, he'd wanted her like this.

Her hair shimmering in the flickering light, spread over the same pillow where his head had rested for the lost year when he dreamed of and ached for her. Her skin glowing and eyes sparkling, body relaxed and satisfied, the occasional shudder still running through her. He would follow her anywhere, do or sacrifice anything for her, and already he found himself needing to see her unravel again.

"Just let me have you for a bit." Killian whispered breathily as he slowly sat up, his eyes burning over her golden skin, glowing and seeming to swirl in the flickering lamplight.

Emma was still half floating as he drew back, as he slowly slid her completely soaked panties down her legs. She felt a fresh heat burn through her when he raised them to his nose, smirking as he inhaled deeply before tossing them to the floor, his eyes locked on hers as he slid his fingers into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her. She watched his tongue flick and her hand tightened on his bicep as she imagined his mouth on her directly. When he spoke everything in her sighed and it was all she could do to whisper, "Yes."

He'd torn down all her defenses, and while Emma knew she might panic tomorrow all she could do at the moment was sink into the abyss.

The pleasure built again, layer by layer, as he slid back down her body, teasing the secret places he already knew even as he learned more. Her hands drifted over his shoulders, his back, whatever part of him she could reach as he worshiped her with mouth and teeth and tongue and hand. She wasn't normally like this, was usually a much more active participant, but as he ruthlessly yet tenderly destroyed her she couldn't find it in herself to care. He certainly wasn't complaining.

When his mouth found her heat she felt the tingles through her chest all the way down to her toes, and when his fingers slid into her once again she tumbled over edge a second time, gasping his name with an errant thought as to how he could bear it. She watched him as his tongue slowly brought her down, unable to look away from the desire on his face and the tension she saw beneath it. His breath was coming nearly as hard as hers, and when she slid her fingers along his neck she could feel how his heart was racing.

This wasn't just want, she realized, this was craving, and despite the two most shattering orgasms she'd ever had she was still hungry for more. For more of him. All of him.

"Please, now." She whispered when she found words, and nearly sobbed in relief when he slid back up her body, wiping his face on the sheet briefly like the gentleman it had taken her a while to believe he actually was.

"Aye, love." He breathed as he settled himself between her legs, control slipping to a thread when her legs snapped up to wrap around his hips. Their eyes held as he slid into her in one smooth glide.

They both paused for in instant, trembling at the feeling of utter completeness, of rightness, before they began to move as one.

The room was silent except for their gasps and moans and the soft sounds of their bodies as they rocked together, in time to the gentle rocking of the ship around them. Lips trailed over cheeks and necks and whatever they could reach, and finally, when she thought she would go crazy from the slow and gentle pace, his hand slid down to her hip, urging her to tilt up as he started to drive into her faster.

She gasped his name as she fell over the edge again, and heard him groan her own as he followed her over the edge.

The End

AN2: Hopefully you're too happy from that to give me crap about no condom, but if it bugs you she's on the pill. And when he was in the hospital they would have done routine bloodwork, which also includes STD testing. Stopping and having the condom talk just did not fit the flow of the scene. :D Reviews are always appreciated.