I do not own Once Upon a Time.
So, this chapter is just some quiet moments in their quiet lives. And some good sex, obviously.
June
Sabine slammed the door behind her when she came home one Wednesday evening. She then proceeded to scream into her hands.
Killian was sitting on the sofa, he looked up, unsure what to do or say.
"Oh my God, you will not believe the day I had." She told him.
"Tell me everything." He felt like he could at least lend an ear.
"We had a client come in an hour late, demanding she still get her hair done. No, your stylist is currently ready for the next client who arrived on time."
"Being on time is important." He watched her kick her shoes off.
"I know right? She hung out for three hours, three whole hours, until that stylist had an opening even though I had two other people ready to help her even though she was horrible."
"Maybe she was picky about who does her hair." "Killian offered.
"Brit is the only person who always yeses her. She went through the whole staff until she found someone she liked. I don't even know why she keeps coming back. She is constantly complaining about the service." Sabine pulled her hair out of the tight bun and rubbed her forehead. "I need to relax and forget this day and my job."
"I can help with that." Killian offered; he had something in mind that would help her. He ran his hand up and down her arm.
Sabine barely heard him and waved him off. "And then some lady comes in complaining about her husband's hair."
"Was something wrong with it?" Killian knew she wasn't going to be any help here. So, Killian took the lead and unbuttoned her shirt.
"Nope, he loves it. She hates it. It's different than what he usually has."
"Some people don't like change." Killian slid her blouse off her shoulders.
"Fine, but no need to be a jerk about it. Besides the fact that it's not your head. You don't get that much say in that case." Sabine argued.
"There are crazy people out there."
"So many. Don't even get me started on the number of clients complaining about the lack of available appointments for their favorite stylist during the summer months. They are allowed to take vacation. Their job is not their life."
"Everyone needs a break." He slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
"Stylists are people too. They have needs. And so are the front desk people."
"Of course. Taking care of your needs are very important." He took a step back to just look at her. She was wearing some lacey pieces under her work clothes.
"Sometimes being a public facing job is so stressful, sometimes I kind of hate people. Kind of wish I could just run away and be alone from people asking about their hair and nails."
"Is being home with me close enough for you? The chances of me asking about hair and nails is slim to none."
She looked at him. "Yes, thankful for the weekend and you." She noticed the odd expression on this face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like that?" Killian asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.
"Like you want to devour me or something."
He chuckled and raised his eyebrows at her.
Sabine looked down. "When did I lose my clothes?"
"You weren't paying attention, so I took the liberty of removing them. I have sure fire way to calm you down."
"Oh."
"That's your reaction? Oh."
"You want me to say a better oh?" she asked coyly.
His expression instantly darkened, and his tongue darted out of his mouth. She took that as a yes and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Let's go to bed."
"You want to sleep after your long hard day at work?" His fingers brushed over her skin. He began to make her take backwards steps to the bedroom.
"I never want to sleep in with bed with you. I like touching you and being touched by you. Bed is usually where we do things."
"Usually, we have made use of other surfaces in this apartment. I'm partial to the shower. Or anywhere with a mirror." They had reached the bedroom and the back of her legs hit the bed.
She stopped him from pushing her down. "I have a request."
"And what might that be?" Killian nuzzled her neck.
"Touch yourself."
He paused for a moment, taking in her request. "Someone is bossy."
"You mean someone's curious. I want a show. Am I better than your hand? You always ask me to touch myself, just to watch. I want the favor returned."
"As the lady wishes. Don't touch yourself. Just watch me." Killian proceeded to take off his pants and boxers and sat on her vanity stool facing her. Sabine positioned herself on the edge of the bed.
He began slowly, running his closed hand up and down his length. "As good as this does feel, your hand is so much better. I used to do this so often and dream about you."
"Good, I liked being the only woman you dreamt about."
"The only woman who made me feel so good. Your hand or your mouth." His hand picked up speed.
Sabine watched in fascination at the thick veins on his cock. "I'm not allowed to touch myself while you do this?" She could feel herself getting wet.
"No. But tell me what you would do." He challenged.
"That doesn't seem fair, to tell you know how I would touch my breasts, squeeze them and roll the nipple between my fingers. Or how I would slowly run my hands over my hips and stomach and ass, just to feel my curves? Or how I would…"
"Stop." He suddenly commanded her. Her eyes flicked to his then down at his cock. "Show is over, get over here." His hand froze and his dark eyes watched Sabine stand up, pull her underwear off and walk toward him.
"No more dreaming." She whispered and impaled her soaking wet core onto his hard cock. They rocked their hips, finding the right speed and rhythm they needed.
His hand traveled up her back to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts. Killian then grasped her hips, urging her faster and she let him be rough with her. She arched her back and moaned.
That made him come right inside of her. She fell the drag of his cock against her walls, and she opened her mouth to scream but he captured her lips in a rough kiss. The rocking slowed down as they came down from their joint high.
"You don't want to hear me scream?" Sabine asked, slightly confused.
"I don't know want the neighbors to hate us."
At least he was being considerate. "They are barely home and I'm a corner unit."
"In that case, I'll make you scream next time."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
July
"My coworkers keep telling me to watch a movie called the Princess Bride. Do you have it?" Killian asked one afternoon.
Sabine paused but quickly composed herself. "It should be on streaming. We can totally watch it."
They settled on the couch to watch the movie. Killian really enjoyed the pirate for obvious reasons. Towards the end of the movie, he noticed that Sabine was mouthing the words along with Ingio.
"You alright, lass?"
"Trivia fact about the actor and that scene, his father had recently died of cancer. So, him saying he wanted his father back, he's talking to cancer, not the six fingered man. For months after Justin died, I said those words to the night sky until they didn't hurt anymore."
"How are you now?"
"Not bitter. I can enjoy the movie again. I think I just found our Halloween costumes."
August
"Ok, so you are sure about this? Meeting my parents and one set of grandparents? This is a big step."
"Bigger than meeting your friends, and attending the charity dinner and moving in?" Killian put things into prospection.
"Maybe on the same level." She paused to look him over. "I like the outfit, not too formal but not too causal. Did you change your earring?"
"Oh, you did notice?"
The new stone in his ear was green. "Is that my birthstone?"
"Maybe."
She smiled and kissed him long on the mouth.
"I did get you an actual present also. Saw it in a store window and thought of you." Killian took a perfectly wrapped gift from the closet and handed it to her.
She opened it with a curious look on her face. "Did you wrap it also?"
"No, paid extra for that. Didn't know that presents had to be wrapped."
Sabine dropped the paper to the floor to look at the book in her hand. "Star Terk and History." She giggled. "You know what fandom I am part of?"
"A little hard to miss. Do you like it?"
"I love it. Now we really need to leave now, or we will be late."
"And that is not good form."
It was a thirty-minute drive to the Mexican restaurant where they were greeted in the parking lot by four people who resembled Sabine.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart." A woman reached Sabine first. They exchanged hugs. The man gave her two balloons.
"Thank you, Mom and Dad. Hi Grandma and Grandpa. Everyone, this is Killian Jones, my boyfriend." Sabine said. "Killian, this is my mom Fran, my dad Bob, and my grandparents Ronnie and Roy."
"Nice to finally meet you all. Sabine told me so much about you." Killian exchanged handshakes with the people. He couldn't help noticing he was being sized up. Killian had faced worse; this didn't scare him.
Much.
Her grandfather was the first to speak. "Half the things Sabine says about us aren't true. Don't believe her. We are much more fun."
"She needs to have gotten her sense of fun from somewhere, sir." Killian said.
"Sir? I like this guy."
"Our table is ready. Let's eat, I'm starving here." Bob said, ushering them all inside.
The restaurant was about half full for the lunch rush. They were escorted to their table and their drink and food orders were taken quickly.
"So, how has everyone been?" Sabine asked the table.
"I'm gearing up for another school year, I'm teaching four courses this semester. And your father is taking on a big case that he is not allowed to talk about. And we are picking up a new puppy next week."
"A new puppy, I'm so happy." Sabine almost squealed. "It has been forever since there was a dog in your house."
"And we can name the new dog something normal." Her dad said.
"Tiberius is a normal name." Sabine jokingly whined.
"For a Roman emperor, not such much for a golden retriever."
"My chapter has sewn over 100 pillowcases this month; we are hoping to double that number next month." Ronnie told them.
"I know you will. Maybe my band can join for an afternoon, Grandma. Some of them do know how to sew and some can help in other ways."
"I would love that."
"So, how did you two meet?" Roy asked, hist question was directed at both Sabine and Killian.
"You all remember my friend Ursula from the PhD program. Killian works with her brother. So, she's apparently a mutual friend and she set us up."
"Very nice of her."
There were more rapid-fire questions about Killian and their relationship. At least Sabine and Killian had gone over all possible questions and their answers. Killian was originally from Ireland, hence the accent, he served in the navy now he worked in shipping. And they met about a year and a half ago.
The food came and they all ate, keeping the conversation light and entertaining. Killian was certainly enjoying himself.
At one point, Sabine excused herself to the restroom and her mother followed her.
"How did you two really meet?" Fran asked as they stood in front of the mirror.
"Mom, I told you Ursula." Sabine answered, not really want to go into full detail on the early days of their relationship.
"Sabine."
But her mom's tone of voice changed her mind. "Fine, it started out as a one-night stand."
"Sabine, really?"
"I know, it wasn't something I ever considered. Ursula didn't want either of us to be alone, didn't want me to still be alone after all this time. So, she set us up. Did she know how it would end, maybe? That one night stand turned into a monthly meet up which led to him meeting my friends and attending the charity dinner with me and him moving in with me." She left out the personal details that would have earned her more than a tone from her mother.
"You met his family?"
"He doesn't have any, they are all dead."
"Friends?"
"Doesn't have any, just coworkers and acquaintances. After his girlfriend died, he was quite alone."
"Do you see a future with him?"
"Yes." That word came so naturally out of her mouth.
"He knows about...?" Her mother asked, it still pained her to voice her concern and sadness.
"He can't have kids either. Seems like we were made for each other."
"It would seem so." Fran looked at her daughter, studying her face and body language. "Are you happy?"
"Very, yes."
"Well, that's all that matters. I'm happy for the both of you."
They returned to the table just in time for cake and singing. The family gathering ended soon after.
"Will we be seeing you for Thanksgiving?" Bob asked.
Before Killian was able to ask what Thanksgiving was, Sabine answered with a very positive yes.
Sabine and Killian made it back to the apartment. "Well, honestly, that went better than I thought. Maybe they are saving more questions and whatnot for Thanksgiving."
"I'll be ready for them all, love. That was a fun gathering, the food and drinks were interesting." Killian said.
"Glad you had a good time." She smiled at him.
"Well, it's your birthday, did you have a nice time?" He asked.
"I did and we can continue the festivities and do things I want to do." She pulled him close to kiss him.
He responded instantly, letting her take the lead. It was her birthday after all. "Any special outfits for this occasion?" Killian asked.
Sabine paused, thinking. He had seen every sexy outfit she owned, maybe she needed some new pieces. Then something came to mind. "I have a birthday suit, want to see it?"
"Yes." He answered against her lips.
She pulled away from him and went to the bedroom. She completely stripped out of her clothes off and posed in the doorway, clearing her throat so he could look at her.
Killian choked on his breath. "That's your birthday suit?" He stared at her bare body.
"Yes. You want to take a closer look? Or touch to make sure it's real?" Sabine coyly asked.
He paused and just stared at her from his distance. She loved how his eyes rested on the curves of her body. Loved how his Adam's apple bobbed, love how she could make out the outline of a hard cock in his pants. Sabine licked her lips, as an invitation to do much more than look. Instantly he was in front of her, hands gently touching her sides.
"You like it? Or you prefer me wearing something?" She wondered.
"Lass, I'll take you anyway you let me. Wearing clothes so I can slowly take them off you myself or maybe watching you strip." His lips were almost dangerously close to her ear. "Or you are wearing something sheer or lacy that hugs every curve of your body." His fingers ghosted over her arms, neck and collarbone. "Or just like this I have no preference. As long as it ends with everyone being satisfied."
"Everyone is always satisfied at the end, usually more than once." Sabine muttered.
"I'm very talented."
"It's not just you, don't take all the credit."
"Too true, it's the two of us, together." His hands continued to roam all over her body as he talked, touching her hips, waist, stomach.
"I like this together thing." She signed.
"Took you this long to realize?"
"No, but I like saying it. That we are together, that you are here with me."
"I like hearing you say it. Do you like hearing that you are stunning and amazing and that I love you." Killian asked, pressing the gentlest of kisses behind her ear.
"I could listen to you talk all day and night." And she let him touch her whenever he wanted. She felt her body getting hotter as he spoke and as his hands roamed over her body, but they always avoided the spots she desperately wanted his touch.
"My voice has quite an effect on you, doesn't it? I could listen to your sighs and moans for the rest of my life."
"Your everything has an effect on me." Hands, voice, eyes, cock, everything.
"What's the plan for right now?" He wanted to know.
"Just touch me, gently softly. Turn me on with your hands. Build the fire slowly then when it's blazing, you can have your way with me."
"I like that plan. What's my mouth doing?"
"Just keeping talking."
"Heard you loud and clear." Killian traced shapes across her skin. "How about I tell you the type of outfits I like to see you wearing? I like when the straps are thin on your shoulders, loose enough that they might slip off." He traced the invisible straps. "I like when the neckline of anything is very, very, very low." His finger ran across her breasts, close to her heart. "Here, there are a few variations I like." Now his hands gently caressed her breasts. "I like when the fabric is thin, and I can see the outline through it. I like when the fabric is sheer or lacey and I can see skin. Or when there is no fabric here at all and everything is exposed and ready for my mouth."
"Oh, oh." She moaned. He was very good at this. "Keep going."
"Sometimes, the top of the outfit ends here, and your stomach is bare. Sometimes the fabric continues. No matter what, all your curves are on display. Then on the bottom, you have displayed so many options, not sure I have a favorite. Sometimes it's a piece of fabric with ties low on your hips." He traced her hips. "Sometimes that tiny piece of fabric covers your ass, sometimes it doesn't." His hand grabbed her ass completely, making her suck in a breath. Sometimes it's a skirt that barely covers you."
"Barely covers what?" She asked, she could feel herself dripping and needed him, now.
"Barely covers the area when I want to bury something. The area that one calculated touch from me has the power to send you over the edge so many times."
"Yes."
"Because I am that good. I also like when the neckline is wide, barely covering your breasts and it goes all the way down…" His fingers almost lazily traveled down her stomach, dangerously close to her heat.
Sabine almost couldn't think straight. "I think you need your birthday suit also. I'll help you with that." She whispered as she took his clothes off slowly peeling away layers until all she saw was skin. "Killian, the fire is blazing." She just wanted to press his body to hers until they were one.
Without another word, Killian picked her up to perch her on the ledge of her vanity, bent one of her legs to open her farther, and he slid effortlessly into her dipping core. Sabine moaned in pleasure as he thrusted into her at a calculated speed.
She grabbed his face. "Kiss me."
It was rough and needy and out of control unlike their hips. Her nails scratched his back and scalp and his fingers drilled into her skin to keep pace with his thrusts. Then his cock hit her in just the right spot and she broke the kiss to throw her head back in pure ecstasy. Killian sucked hard on her throat then she felt him empty himself into her. Their bodies slowed down and they just held each other.
"I hope your birthday wish came true, love." Killian panted.
"Definitely."
"When is your birthday?"
So, he met the parents and it went well. And the sex was hot, right?
So did you really think that he could be safe if he faked his death? Of course not! Drama is next!
Reviews please?