A/N: So this has took me a bit to get around to updating so I apologize but I have decided to turn it into a multi chaptered fanfiction. I also have no idea how long it'll be, I hope to stop at a solid 20 chapters but who knows? I want to try to update this one every week or two but I'm also working on a Klaroline multi-chaptered fanfiction called Bane of Her Existence so I'll try to update both consistently. I am back at college for five weeks but it's kind of a relaxed period but I leave on July 17th where I'll be able to write a lot more.

Rated M FOR A REASON FYI!

Thanks for all the views on the last chapter too, so here you all go!:) Anyways, I hope you all like it!

Please review as well, they inspire me to write faster.

- Shauna!xo

That was the look she was going for: the awe in his eyes as he starred at her form, his blue, sparkling eyes fixated on her figure as he wonders over her heaving breasts before travelling further, right down to the black, pointy six inch heels which further highlight her figure. His jaw (which had previously dropped to the floor) tightens and clenches which god, did far from innocent things to her as he returns to his flirty, self centred self as he smirks, widely, and showing off his sparkly pearls.

Maybe his awe: if even for a moment gave her a sense of immense satisfaction, knowing she wouldn't sleep with him and that he wouldn't, in this case, get what he wanted because she had no plans to sleep with Killian Jones, thank you very much. The look in his eyes just before, it almost made him seem like an inexperienced teenager again.

She almost snorted at the thought. Yeah, right. She knew better than that.

"You look stunning, Swan". And god, didn't he know what that raspy tone in his voice did to her?

"Thanks," she mumbled back to him and wow her voice totally didn't sound breathy at all. She really needed to work on keeping her cool when he was around because let's face it: he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon-

-damn him and his good form: claiming spending time with his baby sister was what that was. Sure, let's pretend she believed him for just a second.

After a wink with his twinkling eyes and a Jones panty-dropping smirk he flashed around to greet his baby sister-

-ruby, the traitor of a room mate she currently had, who had been inching forward into the room after he had gotten here. The god damn smug look in her eyes made her want to severely punch her best friend, after all she really should find a way to repay Ruby...

She drinks in her fill of him in a three piece suit as he chats with Ruby because god, men in suits were her guilty pleasure and she was pretty god damn sure he knew that. She was pretty god damn sure that his smirk had widened even from the view she had of his back as his tight shoulders loosened, his hand resting in his back pockets as thought he knew-

-that she was starring at him. That she wanted him. Because admittedly she did, as unfortunate as that may be for her. Sue her, okay? She wasn't blind, she did have eyes and Killian Jones was pretty god damn attraction. Raise hell on Earth if she'd ever even let him know that though. For what purpose? He'd be gone soon(ish) and she'd only ever have to deal with his smug, arrogant ass of a self if she planned to go home with Ruby and after last time, let's just say she was in no rush to do that.

The white dress shirt perfectly highlighted his muscular chest she was so fond of with the blazer fitting snugly around him and-

-god damn it, she was so screwed and not in a good way.

Surely, she could resist him for one night...

"What?" she called out, noticing the two Jones siblings starring at her, oddly as she suddenly looked up from her ogling with pink tinted cheeks and a slight feeling of shame.

Yeaah, it looked like they'd been calling her name for a while. Oops.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?"

She really shouldn't admit what those pet names did to her. Seriously, she shouldn't. And she never would, she was not that idiotic or naive.

Not quite trusting her voice, she gave him a shaky but firm nod, accepting his hand as he twirled her arm in his firm muscular arms and directing it to place it in the crook of his elbow.

And yes, she did notice Ruby scampering off to her bedroom-

-little traitor. She'd deal with her tomorrow.

"You really do look beautiful, Emma". This time the words were pressed against her ear as his lips traced her earlobe, his voice all breathy and raspy again.

Risking a look to his tanned face, Emma looked up and immediately gulped loudly at his intense look as he gazed down at her, his eyes flicking from her beautiful jades to her plump, red lips as though debating an inner conflict.

Not removing her eyes from his, she almost gasped seeing the look there it was so-

-"Let's go shall we," his voice was rough and commanding and well, if it involved some much needed air, who was she to argue?

Tightening her arm around the crook of his elbow, she smiled at him: teeth and all as she encourage him to walk forward, "Let's".

XXX

"I don't get it".

"It's all down to interpretation, my dear Swan".

"Fine, then I don't know what my own interpretation is".

Chuckling amusedly, he stares back at the painting they had currently spent the last five minutes debating. How could he ever think she'd even admit to him being right?

Then-

"Did you just tap me on the nose?"

"One adorable, nose," he corrected with a grin, tightening his hold on her waist as they stood still.

"Ugh, you're so grabby today".

Giving that she was determined on being so civil with him today and was even going out of her way to be nice, he decided to change the subject.

"Not a fan of modern art, I presume?"

"You presume correctly". She snorted.

Then-

"For once".

He gasped dramatically, "Now, now, Swan. There's no need for lies, I've never once gotten you wrong".

She hmmed, strolling off and moving onto the next painting with an extra sway to her divinely shaped hips, he was sure of it. He was so sure of it: she was doing it all to get a rise out of him. Well if it was a rise she wanted-

-shaking his head at the less than innocent path his thoughts were going, he marched after her and came to an abrupt stand behind her, his breath fanning against the exposed skin of her ivory neck, her blonde curls swept up to the right side.

"You know I've always been right about you, love. An. Open. Book", he punctuated each word with a brush of his lips against her neck.

Hearing her sped up breathing, he could almost smell the arousal jumping off of her in waves, luring him in and encouraging his own arousal. God, she smelled divine: her scent alone was enough to tempt any sane man.

His lips continued the same pattern they'd planned on as he trailed his hand softly across the length of her right arm and tracing across her hips and resting at the right side, his thumb rubing small circles into the perfection that he knew was beneath that dress-

-that tight, red dress that had slowly been driving him insane all night. It fit her so perfectly in all the right places.

He really needed her. Right now. Under him and fucking her slowly to completion. Or on top of him, he had recently had some raunchy dreams about her riding him...

"Killian".

Hearing his name escape her parted plush, pink lips on a moan was one of the most sexiest sounds he'd ever heard. He was sure of it.

Well, seeing her come apart on his tongue would be pretty damn good too, she just had to agree-

-emma had spontaneously twisted around in his arms, her lips immediately attaching to a very...

ahem, sensitive spot on his neck and sucking. Sucking hard. Dropping his head back suddenly, he groaned loudly. Much to loud for the number of people attending the art gallery with a sharp look from an older couple, clearly judging them harshly.

Gripping her blonde tresses, he pulled her back slightly and peered up at her from beneath his fluttering lashes, "Sweetheart, will you please going home with me?"

From the look on her face-

-shock? He really did thought she would say no. After all, she did say that she hated him, maybe-

-"Took you long enough to ask, Captain".

And with that, she was gone, disappearing on those long legs of hers through the entrance they'd come though not twenty minutes ago.

Shrugging, he followed her with a hungry gaze and a slowly hardening length.

Well, his boss couldn't say he didn't make an appearance...

XXX

Killian loudly groaned as Emma slammed him against the beige coloured wall, sucking harshly at the skin of his neck and dominating him as she frantically bulled at his belt loops clumsily and-

-was that a snap?

Her hand quickly undid his silver botton and pulled down his fly. "Going commando are we, Captain?" she questioned, breathing hotly against his neck as her hand pulled out his impressive length-

-seriously the man was packing. She couldn't wait to have him...

The breath knocked out of her as he pinned her against the opposite wall, claiming her mouth and running his tongue along her bottom lip, demanding entrance to which she easily granted.

His hands travelled down to her ass, squeezing her roughly and encouraging her to wrap her long legs around his waist, groaning again as he found the perfect angle to-

-emma moaned, loudly and high pitched, as he grinded his hard length into the heat protected by her black panties. Running one hand through his hair, she brought the other down to his ass to bring him closer towards her and-

-oh, oh. That was good, just the perfect angle.

Moaning inconsistenly against his ear now (and continuously loudly) she squeezed her legs even tighter around his waist.

That must have been the final step for him as he swung her up into his arms and marched towards the stairs to his bedroom where he vowed to never let her leave.

XXX

Slamming her against the wall in his bedroom, Killian gripped her thigh in his rough, callous hand and hitched it around his middle so he could grind freely into her heat, her moans slowly increasing in pitch. Softly tracing his hands down her sides, he finally reached the bottom and brought the dress up and ridding her of it, quickly kissing her again (more slowly this time) when she was free of the offending material.

Standing in her black lingerie, she bit her lip roughly and tilted her head to the side, encouraging his wandering lips as they travelled across her jawline and onto the side of her neck, exploring its length. She grinned, now he-

-he was the one having boundary issues. Being all possessive and wanting to mark her and well-

-that turned her on far more than it should have.

But it was something to marvel at: seeing Killian Jones so out of his element and out of his control. Speaking of which...

Having enough of playing the subordinate one, she pushed him backwards so that his knees hit the edge of his bed and frantically undid his clear buttons on the white, dress shirt he wore (his tie and blazor had been disposed of as they immediately got out of the taxi: they were desperate, okay? Sue them) and pushing the sleeves down his arms to reveal the muscular chest she longed to see and-

-oops. Did she just rip a button? Or two.

She grinned.

She pushed his dress trousers down to his ankles and look up at him, eyelids fluttering-

-that one look she knew drove all the boys (men: he was a man) crazy. And yepp there it was: she was rewarded with that look in his eyes, the one that promised a full night of undeniably hot sex, so what she needed.

Growling, he took his control back.

"You have thirty seconds to strip and get on the middle of that bed. On your knees, preferably", he added, his tone almost-

-mocking?

Well...

"Before I rip your pretty little undergarments".

God, did that tone even sound human? She was seriously about to combust.

Following his instructions, her bra and panties were soon rid off and she was knelt on his bed-

-his smooth, silk sheets were heaven underneath her skin and watching as his eyes darkened with arousal as he marched forward like a predator hunting its prey.

In a flash, he has her pinned down on his sheets, hands gripping her thighs to separated them from encircling his waist as his mouth travels down past her breasts, stomach and down-

-dooown to where she needs him the most.

Feeling his breath against her hot, moist without him doing anything is torture. Just pure, unadulturated torture. There's no other way to describe it.

"Please. Oh god, please, Killian", she only added a little bit of pretense into her voice, showing how far she was really gone-

-and oh. Ohhh.

His mouth was like heaven and paradise and everything wrapped into one.

His tongue circles her clit, lightly, too light to be really stimulating but enough to encourage something deep within her as she feels heat pool in the bottom of her stomach. Reaching down to grip one hand in his dark locks and the other drags along the sheets as he-

-he slams two fingers into her, twisting and scissoring as he mouth finally comes properly against her clit: his teeth scraping as she chases her high that she knows is almost there.

"Killian. Oh god, yess". Okay, she moans his name far to often.

"Come, sweetheart. Come for me", he whispers against the heated skin of her thigh, their gazes catching as he looks up to catch every flicker of emotion across her face-

-he wants to remember this: the way she looks when she comes apart for him, on his tongue, fingers, cock...

Anything she'll take.

That's all it takes for her to come crashing down, squeezing and contracting around his fingers as he guides her through her orgasm, quickly travelling back up her perfect body when she's blinking back up at him with such-

-awe? in her gaze. It's everything. For him, for her, for them.

"You really should pay attention to the final credits, love", is whispered against the hot skin of her neck.

And then-

he's burried, balls deep inside of her which is when she lets out a high pitched, long moan (her loudest yet but who cares?)

Groaning, he stares down at her, taking in every inch of her: the heaving chest, the pink parted lips, the blush in her cheeks which extendeds down to her inflating bossom and her hands clenching tightly around his pillow-

-in his bed. He doesn't think he'll ever forgot this.

God, she thinks, he's so big inside her and he feels so-

"Good. God, sweetheart, you feel so good", she gasp is whispered against her neck as he rights himself up, propped up on one elbow as the other trails down her leg and positioning it further up his hip as the other instinctually follows.

"Move. Killian, please move". The sob rises up in her throat.

He pulls out of her slowly, so slowly it's delicious and tortorous all in one until only the tip remains, then-

he slams back home in one forceful and powerful thrust, knocking the breath out of her and causing her head to tip backward on a silent moan. Her long, sharp nails rake down his back as she hears a loud groan from him as he continues with his thrusts, increasing in his pace as they both near there completion.

And oh god, it feels so good, so so good and she's almost there, she just needs-

-oh. Ohh.

Thank God. Or Killian. Whatever.

His thumb is tracing rough circles on her clit as she keens against him as he growls against her ear and the sound does think to her-

-and oh.

Now she's clenching and squeezing around his cock and he groans loudly, a sound stuck in the back of his throat, as he follows her over that blissful edge.

Collapsing against her, he pants against her, trying to gain his breath as her hears her do the same and he thinks, maybe, just maybe-

-this. This between them could be it for him.

Before he realises, he's been rolled onto his back with his blonde goddess straddling him, grinning down at him as she slowly begins to rock her hips back and forth against him. She was clearly quick at recovering and so was he: if his quickly hardening length was any indication.

Anchoring his hand on her right thigh, he grins right back up at her, feeling-

-so silly and happy and it's everything. He think he just might...

"Round two?" she asks him with a giggle.

Emma Swan never giggles and she's still giggling as he manovers them back around as he pins her wrists together above her head with two of his as he claims her lips for his own.

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