Prompt & Content Warnings: This prompt came from the csmm Discord - "Tell the other something you don't like about them." I don't think there are any additional content warnings that apply to this part that weren't listed for Part One, but as with every update to this fic: read at your own risk!
Part Two
"Swan, will you please come sit down?"
"I can't. I can't sit down. Not while you're so calm. You should be yelling at me. Why aren't you yelling at me?"
"I don't want to yell at you. There's no reason for me to yell at you."
"No reason?" Emma shouted, rounding on him as he sat on the edge of bed, finally halting her frantic pacing. "Killian. I blew it. Failing Round One, that was all-"
"That was not your fault, Swan."
"Yes, it was! Don't try and make me feel better about blowing our chance to get out of here. It is my fault. I pulled you into the damn kiss."
"Aye, you did." He stood, the pillow still firmly in place over his groin, and Emma had to force herself to not keep glancing down at it every few seconds, focusing instead on his exasperated expression and increasingly frustrated tone. "But in your desperation to get us the fuck out of here, it seems you failed to notice my lips were halfway to meeting yours before your hand even met my shoulder!"
Taken aback, Emma's lips parted, but he barrelled on before she could respond. "That kiss was going to happen, Emma. Whether you initiated it or not, that kiss would have happened. We both fell for Pan's tricks, and blaming ourselves or one another will do us no good. We have to keep our wits about us and focus on being constructive, because sooner or later he'll be back to commence with Round Two and God only knows what fresh hell awaits us."
"Oh, I wouldn't classify what I have planned for you as hell," Pan stated over the speakers. "In fact, I'm prepared to make you a very generous offer."
"Save it."
"Now now, Emma," Pan tsked. "Let's not be hasty."
The sudden slide of a metal panel startled Emma, causing her to stumble back. Killian moved to stand in front of her, both of them unnerved by the sight of a now exposed window looking into the room from the outer hallway… and that which lay on the other side of it.
Two masked figures, dressed all in black, stood shoulder to shoulder facing them with long, black, pronged batons gripped in their hands.
"Meet my Lost Ones," Pan said. "Round Two sometimes requires a bit of encouragement in order to really get going, so they'll be doing my bidding if necessary." A long pause echoed through the room before Pan spoke again, his tone low and applying a clear measure of threat. "I'd advise you both in making that necessity as infrequent as possible."
The panel slid closed, hiding the window and the shadowy spectres from view, and Pan's voice was once again jovial.
"As I was saying, I am prepared to make you both a very generous offer!"
"What offer would that be?" Killian questioned through his clenched jaw, reluctantly playing along.
"Pan Says you can earn everything back if… you both spend two full minutes appreciating one another's naked body."
Furtive glances were exchanged, and Emma could see the slightest shake of Killian's head, ready to refuse.
The action did not go unnoticed by Pan either. "Oh, please. Don't act so noble. You both got your fill of each other's backsides while taking turns in the shower, so what's the big deal in paying equal attention to each other's fronts?"
Emma hated that he had a point. They'd both been guilty of ogling each other in the shower, the only difference in his request was that there would be no sneaky peeks. Actually, that was not the only difference. This time, when she and Killian admired one another, it would be with the other's full consent. Killian had already given his last night in a blanket statement, but based on the way he had his head craned upward, doing all he could to avoid looking at her at all, he would need for her to reciprocate his words if he was going to agree.
"Killian, look at me." He shook his head, his Adam's apple jumping and his teeth grinding in agitation. "Last night you told me I had your consent. Remember?" He nodded, but kept his gaze skyward until she took his hand and brought it up to rest against her sheet shrouded chest. "Well you have mine, too," she told him, her eyes piercing into his, imploring him to understand why she needed him to agree. When he still seemed unsure and unwilling to relent, she quietly murmured, "Please. I don't want to give him any reason to send those two in here. 'Cause we both know they won't care about our consent, only Pan's rules."
The muscle above his jaw flickered as he cast his eyes towards the panel they now knew concealed the window to where Pan's Lost Ones were presumably waiting, his expression hard and thunderous as he considered her plea. Turning his gaze back to her, his features softer but still guarded, he gave her a relenting nod, then tossed the pillow he'd been using to shield himself back onto the bed.
"Marvelous!" Pan crowed. "Pan says the time starts when both your gazes drop below eye level. If at any time you look away, I'll stop the clock and start the time over. Understood?"
"Aye," Killian answered, hollowly, his focus trained on Emma's eyes.
"Understood," Emma said, letting the sheet fall to the floor.
Killian's eyes briefly snapped shut, scrunching tight until he opened them and forced his gaze to drop down to her breasts. His lips parted, his tongue gliding over the tender, pink flesh as he took her in, and Emma had to remind herself that it wasn't his face she was supposed to be staring at.
Two minutes was an agonizingly long time, Emma realized, tracing the lines tattooed into Killian's skin. Inked images, mostly with nautical themes, decorated parts of his arms and lower torso. Like she had in the shower, she tried to keep her focus on the artwork and what memories they might represent, but when her eyes roamed over the anchor at his hip, she couldn't help but notice the twitch at his groin.
Killian's fists were balled at his sides and his posture stiffened… along with something else, and Emma's eyes instinctively flicked up to his face. She could see the mortification creeping up his neck, heating his cheeks, then tipping red-hot at the points of his ears. He swallowed tightly, obviously trying to will away his erection while his eyes were cast down towards her feet. Remembering the warning Pan had given about starting the time over, Emma hurriedly dropped her gaze back down as well, but couldn't seem to make herself look at anything other than his hardening cock.
She shifted her stance, rubbing her thighs together while becoming hyper aware that her nipples had become just as hard as he had. Her body reacted to him in exactly the same manner as his was to her, but her anatomy allowed for her arousal to go mostly undetected, while his blatantly betrayed him. She wanted to tell him he had no reason to be embarrassed, to reassure him that he wasn't alone in his response and that she was just as affected by this exercise as he was. Doing so might pull their attention away from the task Pan had set, though, and as much as she wouldn't mind appreciating Killian Jones' body under almost any other circumstance, she really did not want to prolong this particular one for a second longer than necessary.
When Pan called time, Killian immediately turned his back to her, stepping away and bracing himself with both hands against the wall as he tried to bring his body under control. Emma didn't know if her assurances would be helpful or a hindrance, so she remained silent, gathering up the sheet to wrap around herself once more.
"Hang on a second, Emma," Pan said, stalling her actions. "Before you cover up, I have a bonus to offer you both."
Killian's shoulders tensed, an agitated breath expelling from his lungs, one Emma mimicked in her own aggravation.
"Go on, then," she sassed, prompting him to continue. "What bonus?"
"Pan says if you'd like to receive an extra blanket in addition to the items you've earned back, then share something about the other's body you dislike now you've had a chance to study it."
Killian barked out a facetious laugh. "In case you hadn't noticed, mate." The t angrily cracked against his tongue, his body turning a quarter of the way back towards her as he focused his attention on the camera positioned above the monitor. "I think I made it pretty clear that I liked what I saw." His eyes flicked her way, but he was unable to actually meet hers before he turned back and resumed facing the wall.
"And what about you, Emma?" Pan goaded. "Did you enjoy the view as well?"
Jutting out her chin, she unashamedly confessed, "I did, actually."
Killian shot her an incredulous glance over his shoulder, his face still flushed, but his embarrassment no longer kept him from meeting her gaze.
Quirking a brow at him, she smirked coyly, her eyes flashing with solidarity as she said, "And there was a whole lot of him to appreciate."
A sheepish, yet slightly smug grin flashed across his face, and he turned his head away, shaking it as his shoulders relaxed. Picking up his pillow, Emma padded towards him, reaching around his body to offer him some cover, then pulling her sheet around her before snapping her contemptuous gaze up to the camera.
"Keep your blanket."
The sound of the HVAC system kicking on was the only warning they got before a blast of icy air hit them. "Are you sure?" Pan asked in a tone of false concern. "I would hate for one of you to catch cold because the air conditioning's gone haywire again."
"Swan…" Killian faced her, his expression clear with his intent. He knew how she hated the cold, would gladly answer this simple question, asinine as it may be, if it meant sparing her any discomfort, but he wouldn't concede unless she agreed to it first.
"Fine." The air stopped as suddenly as it had started in response to her concession, but she knew Pan would turn it right back on if they did not meet the demand scrawled across the screen. Looking him over, Emma wracked her brain for something, anything, she could say that might be perceived as a negative regarding his appearance.
"You…" She drawled out, giving herself more time to come up with an answer before finally stating, "You have a lot of body hair, which don't get me wrong…" She flicked her eyes up to his, reasonably sure he wouldn't be taking the criticism seriously, but wanting to give him an extra measure of assurance all the same. "It's really nice to look at, and I bet it would be fun to run my fingers through, but in my experience," she smirked and dropped her eyes back down to where his hand was holding the pillow in place. "Those wiry little hairs are a pain in the ass to fish out of your mouth."
Killian chuckled. She flicked her eyes back up to his, just in time to see his pointedly drop to where her trimmed but not completely shaven sex was hidden behind the sheet. Eyes trailing back up, he fixed her with a salacious look and quipped, "I quite agree."
Emma tucked her lip between her teeth, smothering a smile as Pan's voice came over the speakers.
"Your turn, Killian. Pan says, tell us something you find unappealing about Emma's body."
"So you do want me to lie, then."
Emma blushed, her skin igniting beneath his gaze just as it had done during their few minutes of intimate perusal, as he swept his eyes over her with the same quandary she'd faced.
Licking his lips in hesitation, he took a deep breath and said, "I suppose, if I had to pick something, it would be her stretch marks."
Emma winced at that. She knew some men found them to be unsightly, but she'd never really cared seeing as those men had all been a one time thing. Hearing Killian's declaration, his choice to pick those over everything else, stung in a way she hadn't expected.
Killian stepped forward and cupped her cheek, prompting her to look into his eyes. "Only because I know the pain they must cause you as a constant reminder of what you had to give up." His thumb brushed over her cheek and tears welled in her eyes at the care and concern shining from his. "I know you carry that scar on your heart, love. I wish you did not have to carry it on your body as well."
They both jolted from the sound of multiple panels sliding open. Good to his word, Pan gave them back every reward they had earned thus far, with the added provision of a blanket folded neatly among their clothes.