Chapter 15

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time or it's characters.

A/N: This chapter earns it's M rating for sexual situations; it's a vast majority of the chapter, to be honest.

There was a brief look of elation on the man's face, his smile lighting up the cavern before Hook pulled her in for another kiss.

Emma hadn't had a chance to collect her thoughts before his hand wrapped into her hair, pulling his lips over hers, tongue and teeth crashing together like a beautiful collision.

An avalanche of memories continued to pour over Emma's mind, as Hook ravished her mouth. Apparently, he was trying to top their last kiss, which she didn't think was possible.

It was incredible to think what they had accomplished during their time in Narnia, and that had only been a small portion of their story. Only moments ago Emma had felt cold, but now she needed release from the heat growing inside of her, quickly ridding herself of her jacket.

Hook's breathing was labored from kissing her relentlessly from her lips to her neck, refusing to miss an inch of flesh there.

'I can't take a chance that I'm wrong about you.'

She hadn't been wrong; at least not until she'd walked away, leaving him chained in that giant's lair. Until he had yelled at her back, and the regret set in as she made her way down the beanstalk.

Hook had been honest, been beside her the entire time: coming back with the bean and taking them to Neverland, ensuring that David stayed alive until they found a cure, and risking everything; for her. He found her in New York somehow, making her believe a ridiculous story from a complete stranger.

More than anything, though, he had seen something in her that no one else had.

'I've yet to see you fail.'

Hook held her face in his hand, making eye contact, the cloud of lust in his blue eyes clearing for a moment as he spoke. "Emma…?"

She smiled at the bewilderment in his voice, like a man looking at the lost ghost of his lover.

"Yeah, it's me. I remember," she whispered, brushing her fingers over his lips. "I remember everything."

Emma thought she had never seen him look so magnificent, tears forming in his eyes, as his gorgeous mouth broke into a wide grin. "I missed you every moment of that entire year."

She grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and he let her pull it off of his shoulders and onto the floor. Emma drew him into another kiss, before mumbling into his mouth. "Wish I could say the same."

His grin remained as he tickled her side, making Emma giggle into the empty cave. She pulled him with her to lie onto one of their sleeping bags, letting him trail his mouth over the sensitive flesh of her neck, making Emma shiver.

Hook moved onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, his good hand sliding down to her stomach. For a moment she thought he was going to tickle her again, only to have him sneak under her sweater and press the rough warmth of his hand against her smooth skin.

He paused for a moment to meet her gaze, a softness there that Emma wasn't expecting. "Are you quite certain, luv?"

She didn't even have to think, nodding her head and grasping the gold chains around his neck to pull his body over hers. Hook's stubble scratched her creamy skin, as he suckled from her jaw line to the collarbone, Emma pressing her lips tightly together.

She went to work on her jeans zipper, growing more impatient, as his talented fingers worked a kind of magic Emma had never experienced, under her bra, slightly pinching her nipple. Her breath hitched, and without thinking, she pushed her jeans down to her ankles, as if inviting him to do the rest.

He took the hint, and wasted little time, expertly using his hook and hand to pull the pants off her legs. Hook maintained eye contact with her, while planting kisses up Emma's one calf, from ankle to knee. The man was toying with her now, frustrating Emma even more than she already was; which was saying something.

In an instant, Emma pushed herself up, flipped them over, and moved so that she could straddle his waist, enjoying the shock on Hook's face. She slowly grinded downward and he let out a throaty moan, his hardness pushing against Emma's aching core. She pulled her sweater over her head, and let it fall to the cavern floor. Cleavage poured over her black satin bra, and she saw his eyes widen slightly, as he licked his lips again.

"You know pirate," Emma said, quirking her brow while untying the strings of his pants. "I can play dirty too."

The features of his face morphed into one of unadulterated desire, and Emma inwardly celebrated his change in his demeanor, enjoying the effect she had on him. The blue was gone from his eyes, replaced with lust-filled obsidian.

"Believe me, Swan," he rasped, quickly pulling himself up into a sitting position, the cool metal of his hook biting against the blazing temperature of her back. "I am wholeheartedly counting on that."

She moved against him, her legs sticking to his pants slightly. The smell of leather and sweat cluttered her brain, as Emma let the last remnants of doubt leave her. She felt him use his hook to unclasp her bra, and plunged her tongue past his swollen lips as it fell to the cavern floor. His need for her was obvious, and Emma inwardly felt relieved that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Why it had taken a dozen near-death experiences and a year apart for them to get to this point?

She supposed there had always been something to get in their way: being on the wrong side, his ego, Lost Boys, her having to focus on getting her son back…

Her stubbornness.

They had known each other several months before she lost her memory, and Emma knew it been even longer for him, having to wait another year just to see her again. There was no doubt in her mind now, that this had been a long time coming.

Too long.

His expert lips moved down her neck again, nibbling on her collarbone before he paused briefly to look at her half naked form. Taking one breast in his good hand, he massaged it deeply and she felt a surge of desire shoot throughout, making the hunger for him even more unbearable. Hook's mouth clamped over her nipple, and Emma finally let out a deep moan, an echo resounding over the cave. She arched her back, pushing further into his mouth, wordlessly asking for more.

Hook carefully pushed her from his sitting form so that she was no longer straddling him, and stood up. In one fluid motion, his pants and shirt were gone, and Emma took a moment to enjoy the sight standing before her, leaning back on her elbows.

Even more amazing than what she had imagined, and mesmerizing in its own right, his body was flawless. Broad shoulders sat atop a pair of muscular arms, ones that had wrapped around her so many times, for different reasons. There was a leather band that situated over his shoulder and under his left arm, much like a detective's gun holster, and Emma realized that it was a device for the brace holding his hook. The bandage on his right forearm looked clean, and she took a minute to recognize that the wound must have stopped bleeding.

Emma moved her eyes over his upper body, which was lean and covered in dark curls of hair, starting from his pecks, and trailing down to form a line right below his naval. His gold necklaces clinked together when he leaned over her, Emma swallowing hungrily, at the thought of what she knew lay beneath the thin fabric of his linen drawers. She was a bit surprised that we wore underwear at all under those tight pants. Unable to wait, she reached out and tugged on them right below his knee.

"Someone is a bit anxious, I see," he said, gently pushing her hand away with a sly grin. Hook chuckled at her frown and slight pout of her lip.

"It's been awhile, Hook, so why don't you stop torturing and jus…"

Her words were lost as he dropped the undergarment past his knees and onto the floor. Emma did her best not to stare as she unashamedly stared at his erect penis, bobbing only feet away from her.

"Penny for your thoughts, luv?"

Hook slowly moved over Emma again, using his knee to part her legs beneath him keeping their eyes locked. He braced himself on his good hand, wrapping himself around her and Emma let her arms fall over his back, embracing him.

"Uhuhh…" It was all the response Emma could muster, mewing into his shoulder. She wove her hand into Hook's dark hair, giving it a good yank to motivate him further.

"You think you're frustrated," he growled into one of her breasts, using his tongue to massage the swollen nipple. "Try waiting over two blasted centuries."

His hand moved its way along her side, the calloused fingers tracing a path downward, as his mouth followed. Emma could feel her slickness pulsating for him, her heart picking up from an already rapid pace. With an eager gaze, he looped the thin string of her black thong around his hook, the cool metal biting against her sweltering skin, as he gently pulled them past her knees and off her legs.

That damn sex demon had nothing on this guy.

Suddenly his finger was inside of her, easily sliding in because of her arousal. Her mouth opened into an "O," letting him pleasure her in ways she didn't think a man could with just a simple finger.

Just when she had thought he couldn't make her want him more, Hook went and surprised her yet again. He moved back to sit on his knees, straddling her lower legs, as he added another digit. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, encouraging him to lean over and kiss her briefly as she let the amazing feelings wash over her. She no longer remembered what cold felt like, a flush forming over her entirely and completely.

"Gods, you're so wet for me, luv."

His words turned her on even more, as he continued his onslaught, using a scissoring motion and then changing back to pushing, as the burn was building up in her belly. Before she could react, Emma felt the hard steel of his hook, the round side of it pushing into her folds and she leaned her head back, biting her lip. Only seconds before going over the edge, he slowed his pace, pulling the hook out and bringing it to his mouth.

She whimpered in frustration, grabbing his shoulder, and pulling him closer to her. Emma heard him swear under his breath, and suddenly his tongue was there, working in tandem with his fingers, plunging into her pussy with even strokes.

Emma released what was left of her self control, yelling out into the dimly-lit cave. "Oh yeah…right there."

Hook pumped his tongue in and out of her, circling her clit with his thumb, and hitting a spot again that fired bolts of electricity down into her toes. It was all Emma could do to stay up on her elbows, her knees quivering wildly on either side of his head, as he lapped at her juices like a thirsty man stranded in a desert.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He mumbled between tongue strokes, his lips vibrating against her throbbing heat. Hook must have known that Emma was holding back, doing everything in her power to fight her release. The sudden need to feel him inside of her triggered something and she pulled her head back up to see his tongue dart out between her legs one last time, before Emma shattered around him with a long moan.

All the tension from the past week was gone in a matter of minutes, as she laid her head back on sleeping bag. He took his time licking up every drop of her, planting gentle kisses on her thighs. As she slowly came down for her high, Emma heard Hook scuffle around for something, and realized it was his jacket. He moved over her slowly, his eyes catching hers as he placed it behind her head, and leaned in to capture her lips with his own.

It was a slow and tantalizing kiss, Emma tasting herself on him, a combination of sweet and spice. She felt him hard against her stomach, and Emma glanced up at the pirate through her lashes. Hook placed her face in his hand, catching her stare with his own, a look of pure admiration and awe written on his features.

"You're beautiful, Emma," his words fell over her like a warm summer breeze, filling her up completely.

No man had ever quite complimented her like that before, and certainly not in a way that made her believe it. As much as she enjoyed the feeling, though, the thought of needing anyone's acceptance terrified her, and Emma pushed passed it, reaching out for him to continue.

She was surprised when Hook moved away to settle on his knees over top of her. Rolling her eyes, she assumed Hook was going back to teasing her again, but Emma soon realized that he was trying to remove the device for his brace. He almost seemed ashamed, turning away from her, but she stopped him with her hand, pulling herself up into a sitting position.

"Let me," Emma mumbled, kissing his shoulder as she worked the clasp behind his back.

It didn't take long, and the brace fell off of his bad hand, the hook clanging as it hit the cavern floor. He jerked reflexively when her fingers brushed over his stump, pulling his arm back slightly in surprise. When their eyes met, though, he seemed to relax, allowing her lips to fall there over the surprisingly smooth skin, as Hook stared at her with his mouth agape. How could he think she would be afraid of any part of him?

With an inviting smile, Emma gently pressed against his chest, forcing him onto his back without another word. She hesitated only a moment, and then moved her hand down toward his pelvis and grasped his cock firmly in her hand. Slowly pumping up and down his shaft, Emma watched Hook's eyes roll back into his head, his erection an amazing combination of smoldering hardness and softness of flesh between her fingers.

"Swan, you don't have to-"

She made him stop short, as she leaned down and swirled the tip of his penis with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his earlier arousal. He rewarded her with a throaty groan, shooting desire to her center, and without warning, Emma took the length of him entirely into her mouth. The sounds he made caused a slickness to return between her legs, making her more brazen by the second. She made her way back up to the tip of his dick again, kissing the tip briefly before deep throating him, making her gag slightly.

His whimpers were the only sound to be heard, as Hook tugged on her arm, pleading her without words. There was no hesitation on her part, and Emma stopped her ministrations to straddle Hook quickly, balancing herself directly over top of him. Wetting the tip his shaft with her pussy, Emma paused a moment to look at the pirate beneath her. Hook's eyes were filled with both lust and awe, as he lifted his hand up to cup her breast, kneading it with a force of desperation.

"Please, luv..."

Emma couldn't stand it another second and sheathed herself over him in one quick motion. Their groans were like a duet, guttural and harmonized. She eased all the way up so that just the tip of him was inside of her; and then back down again, this time more slowly.

God, it was unbelievable. Emma moved up and down, the sensation of their movements making her wonder if it has ever felt this good before in her life. He lifted his hips up to meet her thrusts, their rhythm nearly perfect; like they had done this a hundred times before. Emma let her head fall back, the edge of his hard dick rubbing against her clit and bringing her that much closer to another orgasm. She picked up her pace, and Hook bit his lower lip, closing his eyes as Emma rode him harder.

"Mmmmm…you feel so amazing," he growled, his voice hoarse from their heavy breathing.

She leaned forward over him again, Emma's soft curls cascading around them both like a curtain of gold. Hook had a determined look on his face, and she knew he was doing his best to maintain his composure.

Suddenly, he grasped her hip, slowing their pace. "Straighten your legs out, luv."

He lifted himself up into the shape of an "L," and Emma knew immediately what he wanted. She lowered herself onto him completely, pulling out her legs to settle on either side of his now sitting form. With his good hand cupping her tight bottom, Hook carefully laid her on her back again, their bodies still entwined.

"Neat little trick, Captain," Emma said, quirking an eyebrow at him playfully.

Hook moved to look at her face, almost pulling out of her completely, his expression very serious. Emma panicked, thinking he was going to say something that he couldn't take back, something they weren't ready for.

Something she wasn't ready for.

Before she could say anything else, though, he plunged his hard length back into her, stretching Emma to her limits, her drenched walls closing fully around his dick.

"Ohhhhh...God," she moaned, wrapping her hand into his hair, as Hook settled his elbow next to her face, his good hand clasped firmly on her tight bottom.

His pace started slowly, but Emma could feel his body shaking above her, the anticipation being too much for both of them. She bit his ear roughly with her teeth, before soothing it over with a flick of her tongue. Her fingernails dug into his muscular back, the rumbling of approval in his chest against her own. She felt him move faster, his hand roaming down the back of her leg, pulling it up against his side so he could thrust into her at a better angle.

He was all business now, growling into Emma's shoulder as she closed her eyes, feeling him hit the sensitive bundle of nerves that was nearly unbearable.

She wanted more; needed more. Why the hell had they waited so long? It had never been like this with anyone.

"Don't stop," she rasped into his ear, making Hook groan and urging him on to push deeper, her walls fluttering around his relentless cock, as he continued to drive into her sweet spot.

Emma's mind clouded over, as she mumbled incoherently into his skin. She wrapped her thighs around the hinge of his sweaty hips, as he pumped in an out of her, the slapping of their bodies echoing over the cavern's walls. Emma couldn't control the beat of her heart as it hammered against his chest, not a single inch of space between them, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

"Bloody fucking hell..."

Emma knew he was as close as she was and she crossed her ankles over the small of his back, grasping a fist of hair as he panted heavily into her neck. There was a tugging below her naval, and she was climbing, the unyielding assault of sensation pulling her into a wave of oblivion. Neither of them slowed, meeting each other evenly at every thrust, coming together in a haze of hot breath, groans, and sweat.

He pulled back to look at her again, never breaking stride, with a look of desperation. "Emma…let go for me."

His pleading words were her undoing, and Emma closed her eyes tightly, letting the last remnants of her self control dissolve around them. Suddenly, she was falling, stars shooting behind her eyelids as she cried out into the quiet night. Hook gripped her thigh for leverage, pushing a few more times, before he came with a feral grunt, spilling into her.

Hook collapsed next to Emma, onto his back, as they both panted heavily into the quiet cave. It took a few minutes for her senses to return, the fire dying slowly a few feet away from them. He shuffled around in their gear, pulling out a blanket and throwing it over them both. Emma heard the horse's shoes clink against the rocks, as drops of water from the roof pattered onto damp floor nearby.

Wait, drops of water?

She glanced over Hook's chest, which glistened with sweat, and propped onto her one side, pulling the blanket to cover herself. The waterfall that had opened to let them in was no longer frozen, its water gushing over the cave's opening.

"It must have thawed," Emma breathed in awe, her mouth slightly agape as Hook grazed his hand over her bare shoulder.

"Hmmhmm," he mumbled, kissing her there before starting a trail back up her neck and behind her ear. "Perhaps it was the effect of milady's passionate nature."

Emma couldn't help but smile, allowing his affectionate teasing to give her a sense of safety. Although they hadn't found a ring, she couldn't help but feel something had changed, for the better; and that it had been quite the challenge for them both.

And as she snuggled against him, letting the fire die down to a soft glow, needing no further warmth, Emma allowed herself to feel satisfied and protected. Tonight she wouldn't worry about how terrifying it was, or the potential hurt this could cause them both. In this moment, she would let her walls down for the one person who had never asked her to remove them completely.

She kept her voice low, sleepiness finally settling in. "Has it really been over two centuries since you've been with a woman?"

A few seconds went by before Hook responded, his arm covering hers as they spooned under the wool blanket. "No Darling," he replied, and Emma felt her eyelids droop, as exhaustion pulled her further into darkness. She was almost sure she had heard him whisper into her hair, before being lulled to sleep.

"It's been centuries since I've been with the right one."

A/N: This was my first attempt at "smut" if you can call it that, so I hope you enjoyed- it took them long enough, after all ;) Be kind...