Just a silly thing
Nutella
She finds the conspicuous jar when she's looking for syrup for the pancakes she's just made. Killian was in the shower so she started to search the kitchen cabinets. She's holding the jar in her hand and what strikes her as odd is that there are several jars in different cabinets and counters.
"Swan? Everything ok, love?" She hears his voice and she turns around to face him. He's running a towel through his hair, drying it. He has sweat pants on but he's bare chested, his brace and hook already in place. He looks breathtakingly beautiful and she takes a minute to scan his body before she looks at his face and finds him grinning.
"Like what you see, princess?" He teases and she laughs at him. He notices the jar she is holding and smiles. "I see you've found my loot." He says.
She cocks an eyebrow at him, "You do seem to hive these." She mentions with a curious tone in her voice.
"Have you ever tried it, Swan?" He asks as he slowly makes his way to her, his hook grabbing the jar with dexterity and he opens it in front of her.
"No, I'm more of a peanut butter type of girl." She replies and he grimaces at the image. She scoffs as she realizes how much of an influence that Italian substitute family has had on him. "Is it any good?" She asks.
"Good?" He asks as he dips his finger into the jar and pulls it out, looking at her with a predatory smile as he starts talking huskily. "This is as if you were to taste the modern food of the Gods, Emma." He invades her personal space, his body magnetically getting closer to hers, his lustful eyes never leaving her as she cannot tear her eyes away from his lips.
"It's a powerful aphrodisiac, Swan. Like nectar of the gods, one taste is enough to cause the deepest addiction. Like a siren, its taste will lure in, sinking you deeper and deeper in the pleasure of its velvety feel…" His voice is enveloping her, his body almost touching hers as his finger dances near her mouth, his own lips feathering her skin. "One taste, love, will be enough for you to lose yourself in a sinful explosion of delight…"
Her eyes never leaving his, she opens her mouth and slowly sucks his finger, her tongue carefully twirling around it. She closes her eyes as the hazelnut paste flavor invades her mouth, a mouthwatering moan escaping her as her lips close and she pops out his finger out of her mouth. She bits her lower lip, her tongue tracing the last bit of paste and she doesn't get the chance to open her eyes as she feels his lips crashing fiercely into hers, she hears the sound of the jar being placed on the counter, his hand tugging her hair, pulling her closer as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss vehemently.
His body presses her against the counter as he continues the assault on her now hazelnut flavored mouth and a low groan escapes him. She breaks the kiss and speaks breathlessly, "Breakfast…" She starts but he cuts her off by whispering against her mouth "Later, Swan." He kisses her again as his arms lift her and he carries her to his bed.