A/N: This chapter is "the smut chapter" It seemed fitting they did this here, dressed up as a pirate and dragon-shifter princess. So prepare for fluff and some heated moments between them.
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Chapter 12Emma pressed closer to Killian nuzzling her face to his neck, her warm lips soon pressing a light kiss under his ear.
"Gods, Emma, what are you doing?" Killian groaned, trying to repress the urge to push her against her front door and kiss her senseless.
"Pillaging and plundering," Emma whispered with a chuckle.
"You're a dragon shifter princess, love, not a pirate." Killian cupped her cheek and urged her to look at him. "Would there be any pirates in that story of yours?"
"Nope." Emma pouted her eyes dilated in the dimmed lights. "But perhaps I should add one." Her fingers trailed down his chest, stroking over the open V of his shirt. "I'm certainly feeling the inspiration right now." A purr-like sound fell over her lips, her eyes following the path of her hand.
"Emma?"
"Hmm." A finger swirled through his chest hair.
"Perhaps we should go inside?"
"Oh yeah, that might be a good idea." Emma chuckled again, and Killian wondered if she might be tipsy.
Emma fumbled with the keys she'd found in a pocket of her costume. "Seriously?"
"Need help, princess." Killian wrapped his arm around her while looking over her shoulder. "How drunk are you right now?"
"Not very, I can still… it's just the stupid keys and a pirate far too much of a scoundrel for his own good." Emma huffed and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes blew wide as if she hadn't realised how close he was.
"Hi," Killian smirked and lifted an eyebrow while he gently took the keys from her. "Allow me." He kissed her earlobe, whispering, "Though I do prefer being called devilishly handsome."
Emma mumbled something unintelligible while he unlocked the door and urged her inside. As the door closed behind him Emma whirled around and pushed him against the door, her mouth crashing against his in a heated kiss.
Killian was more than happy to share the passionate kiss as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands skimming over the leather jerkin and slipping low to rest just above her behind. The soft leather was warm under his hands, and when he gently began to knead her soft flesh Emma purred and pressed closer while whispering. "Care to show me how a pirate pillage and plunders?"
"Uh?"
"You know, for book research." Emma pulled back and waggled her eyebrows. "Also because I really want this to happen."
"What?" Killian groaned when she pressed her lower body closer to the hardness hidden behind his own leather pants.
"I want you." Emma husked and whispered, "I can feel you want me too."
"Bloody hell, love, are you sure?"
"You don't want to." She looked down.
Killian surged forward and cupped her face with both hands. "I have always wanted you." He pressed his lips to hers in a deep reassuring kiss.
"Always?"
"Aye, I was just too daft of a teenager twelve years ago." Killian kissed her again, then pushed her towards the stairs. "I'll show you I can both be a pirate and a gentleman, princess."
Emma groaned and kissed him back. "Upstairs, bedroom, now."
Killian stopped the kiss and urged her to walk up the stairs, he followed close by, admiring the way the tight leather shaped her arse.
"Are you ogling my ass?" Emma asked, looking over her shoulder.
"I'm a pirate, love." Killian lifted an eyebrow.
"That you are, and a gentleman, right?"
Killian picked up the slight nervous note in her voice at her last question. When they entered her bedroom he stopped her. "What's the matter, love?"
Emma huffed, "Why do you think something is wrong?"
"You're somewhat of an open book for me." He brushed his knuckles over her cheek.
She looked down, biting her bottom lip, "I want this, I know I love you, and I want this next step with you. It's just…"
Killian moved his curled fingers under her chin gently urging her to look at him. When she finally did, he said, "What are you frightened of?"
"My past ghosts, and failed attempts to find love," Emma mumbled, shrugging, "I haven't really been with a lot of guys."
"Emma, look at me."
Her green eyes were swirling pools of past pain mixed with a heated passion that burned right through him. "Whoever hurt you in the past, I'm not them. I will stop if you ask me." When she nodded in understanding he continued, "Don't ever be afraid to speak up, whatever your heart desires, love, I'll give it to you. Tonight if you'll allow me."
Emma took a deep breath. "Thank you."
Killian weaved his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer, "I love you."
"I love you." Emma kissed him deeply, a low hum of satisfaction echoed from her soul.
When she fumbled with the tiny buttons on his vest he smirked against her lips, "Impatient, princess?"
"You have no idea, pirate."
Killian growled and soon both their clothes were loosened and discarded on the floor around them. He was down to his leather breeches, already opened so they hung low on his hips, Emma's warm hands mapping out his torso. Her wig had been lost in the process and she ripped off the hairnet holding her golden hair in place. Now it tumbled in unruly waves over her shoulders.
"Gods Emma, you're beautiful." Killian's eyes roamed over her form, her leather jerkin long gone, her white shirt hung loosely around her body, partly unbuttoned.
Emma gave him a sweet smile, fit for a princess but the glint of passion was the picture of her character's dragon-shifter persona. With a quick flick of her wrist, she unbuckled the belt holding her fake weapons and seconds later her leather pants were pushed to the floor.
When her fingers reached for the last remaining buttons in her shirt he stepped closer. "Do allow me, princess."
"Ah, there's the gentleman." Emma smiled and while he worked on her buttons, her hands were not idle either.
It didn't take long for him to feel her push his pants down, pausing for a moment to help her remove the garment. He caught the fire igniting in her eyes.
"See something you like, princess?" He kicked the pants to the side, now dressed down to his boxer briefs.
Emma pursed her lips as if she tried to hide a big smile, she nodded "Mm, I see plenty I like." She looked up and chuckled. "I love the anchors on your underwear, you should have told me and we could have matched."
"You have lingerie with anchors on them?" Killian asked in surprise.
Emma laughed, "No but I definitely would have tried to find some."
Killian reached over and traced down the opening of her shirt with both his hands, then with a quick yank he ripped the remaining buttons apart and the shirt dropped to the floor. "Oops." His eyes roamed over her body, clad in a matching pair of soft blue bra and tiny underpants.
"Think I found the pirate now." Emma tsked, but the glint in her eyes told him she didn't mind one bit.
"Aye, now shiver me timbers and let me show you how I do my pillaging and plundering." He moved closer, his hands moving sensually around her waist, one slipped up and the other down, her body now pressed close to his. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that had all his blood rush south, making his already semi-hard erection come to full mast.
Emma moaned and pulled back, her abdomen still pressed close to his arousal. "Is that a hornpipe in your pants or are you just happy to see me, pirate?" She lifted an eyebrow and laughed, "Sorry I've been waiting for an excuse to use that pun."
"I knew there was a little pirate in you, princess," Killian growled and pushed her towards the bed. "Sit!"
Emma sat down. Her eyes traveled down his form, ending at his arousal, her tongue moistening her lips. When she was about to reach for him he said, "Not yet, patience is a virtue right."
"I don't really care."
"But I do, and I'll be showing the gentleman's side now."
"Uh?"
"Ladies first." Killian swiftly reached for a throw pillow dropping it on the floor.
"What…"
"Hush, now, princess." Killian dropped to his knees, gently pushing her legs apart, "Relax love." Smoothing both hands up her soft thighs had his blood boil inside him, the strain of his cock against his boxer briefs was getting a little difficult to ignore but he wanted this.
"You don't have to…"
"I want to." Killian looked up at her as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Gods I've dreamed of being here with you like this."
"You have?"
"Aye, so relax and enjoy. Can you do that for me?"
"Hmm." Emma nodded, her eyes blown wide in wonder.
She inhaled sharply when he continued to trail over her skin with his mouth, urging her to spread her legs even further. Resting her hands behind her back she gave out a low moan when he reached the apex of her thighs.
A small wet spot on her underwear gave away how aroused she might already be at this point. With a deep inhale he moved his mouth over the wet patch and licked over the fabric.
"Oh, god, please… I need… more." Emma dropped to her back, her hands pushing at her underpants, her arse lifting from the bed.
Killian took the hint and helped her remove the tiny scrap of fabric. Taking in her naked sex for the first time had his cock pulse in its confinements, but it would have to wait its turn. Slowly he smoothed his hands up her thighs where they found a resting place over her hipbone.
"Gods above you're beautiful, Emma." Killian breathed out as he moved closer, his senses already overwhelmed with the heady scent of her arousal. "I bet you're soaking wet, aren't you, princess?"
When she didn't answer, Killian moved a thumb over her slit, never really breaking into her folds, only teasing strokes up and down through her soft curls.
"Fuck," Emma gasped above him.
"What was that, such foul language from a princess." Killian admonished gently. "Now what do you need, love?"
"Just touch me, anything, I need you."
Killian smiled against the soft flesh of her thigh, his lips moving closer to her heady arousal. Just before he reached her center he slipped one finger into her soaked folds, making her pant and grasp the bedspread.
"Easy there, love." He placed a kiss closer to her wetness. "Remember to breathe."
Emma mumbled something unintelligible above him and he took pity and used his tongue to open her up even more, swirling through her soft flesh. Her arousal flooded his senses, and he lapped at her core, not yet reaching her clit. Using his fingers to hold her open he feasted on her flesh for several long moments, while enjoying the sweet pants of desire rushing over her lips.
Diving into her core he continued to lap at her folds before he slipped a finger into her heated canal. Her muscles clenched around the digit, pulling him in, this had his cock jump with excitement. Patience.
"Killian." The moan rolling off her lips had him pause and look up, when he was met with her heated and passion-filled gaze he felt desire and love for this woman rush through his body.
"What do you need?"
"I don't know…" Emma shook her head, her hand pushing away her hair, "I just need more, please."
Finally, he relented and circled her clit with his tongue, leaving his finger inside her while he toyed with her nub.
"Yes."
"This what you want?"
"Y… Yes, I need… I'm so close." Emma panted above him, her thighs shaking in an effort to control her body.
"Let go for me, love," Killian added another finger to her core while alternating using his tongue and his other hand to tease her clit. It didn't take long before a long low moan escaped her mouth, her body lifting off the bed, pushing her center closer to his mouth. He lapped up her essence with eager licks while he gently rolled her clit between his fingers, prolonging the orgasm.
"Killian, I can't… It's too much." Her fingers grasped his wrist making him look up at her.
"What?"
"That was…" Emma panted, "No one… no one's ever… as in never."
Killian placed a small kiss on her sex before he pulled out his fingers and rose over her while licking off her arousal from his fingers. "You mean to say that no other man has tasted you like I just did?" He shook his head in disbelief.
Emma looked away, pursing her lips, and then she shook her head, "No."
"What wankers did you date in the past?" The question came out harsher than intended and he eased up when he saw the sad look in her eyes. "That came out wrong, I'm sorry." He scooted them both further into the bed and wrapped his arms around her, and he sighed in relief when she snuggled into his chest.
"It's okay," Emma whispered. "Neal was an asshole both in and out of the bed." The bitterness in her voice sent a sliver of regret down his spine. If only he'd pulled himself out of his self-mastery back in England, he would have returned to Emma's life.
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry love, he never deserved your love."
"I don't think I ever loved him. Not like I love you." Emma pulled away and looked up at him, cupping his face she repeated, "I love you, Killian, what you just did now was a gift, thank you."
"Well, that was just the starters."
"Oh, yeah, and what's the main course then?" Emma smirked, her fingers weaving through his chest hair, a fingernail gently scraping over one of his nipples. He gasped, making her chuckle. "Something wrong, pirate?"
"You're a bloody vixen, you know that?"
"Hmm." Emma moved her hands to his boxer briefs. "How about we remove these."
Killian quickly got rid of his underwear before he turned to her again, he reached up and cupped her still lace-covered breast. Her nipples were already hard under the fabric, and when he pinched the taut little pearl she gasped and clutched at his arms.
"Please."
With a smirk Killian lowered his mouth to trace over her soft chest, his tongue leaving a wet trail over the lace.
"Killian," Emma begged, lifting herself from the bed she unclasped the bra and he used his teeth to fling the fabric away from her body, making a little growl.
"You certainly are a siren," Killian murmured as he dipped his head again, latching onto her nipple, gently biting down on the pebble.
Emma pushed her chest closer to him, while her hands roamed up and down his back, nails scratching over his skin. Killian was so occupied by licking and kissing her chest that he barely registered where her hands had wandered off to. But when a warm hand wrapped around his cock he moaned out and rested his forehead against her shoulder. "Bloody hell, love, don't do that too much."
"Why?"
"Cause we won't find the true treasure." He grunted again when her hand twisted and kept moving up and down.
"Oh, what if the princess wants to repay the pirate for his skilled use of his mouth?" Emma asked, smirking, her hand putting a little more pressure on his cock, and her thumb rubbed over the head, smearing out the preecum.
"That will have to be for another day," Killian growled and reached for her hand still torturing his cock.
Emma gave a small pout but did let go of him so he could lift both her hands to rest beside her head. "So we're going to find a treasure?" She lifted a curious eyebrow.
"Aye." Killian swept forward and gave her a hard quick kiss before he pulled away, "Don't move, princess."
Emma only nodded as he hurried to his suitcase, fully knowing that she would have a free-range view of his backside. But when he turned around, holding the acquired condom, he saw the lust in her eyes.
"You came prepared?" She nodded to the condom.
Killian shrugged, "I never really planned for this…" He scratched behind his ear and gave her a sheepish smile. "But I might have dreamt and hoped for this to happen if not this time then soon."
"I want this now," Emma said with conviction and reached for him as he climbed onto the bed.
Killian dropped the condom on the pillow, easily within reach, but first, he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He rested on his side as he let his hand travel over her body, her skin flushed with desire, her chest heaving deeply. When his fingers parted her curls again he smiled. "Still so wet."
"Hmm, with a hot pirate in her bed, what is a princess to do but give in to her deepest darkest desires." Emma moaned out in exaggerated desperation, dropping one hand over her eyes.
"I'd love to hear more about those desires, princess," Killian murmured against her lips. "But right now let me make love to you."
"Yes, please."
Killian grabbed the condom and quickly rolled it over his pulsing cock. When he looked up again he saw Emma's eyes glued to his erection.
"How long since you've… eh you know been intimate with someone?"
"Eh, not since Neal." Emma blushed before squinting her eyes. "Why?"
"I just want this to be pleasurable for you, love, and… how long?"
Emma pursed her lips, "Eight years."
Killian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top. "This way you're in control, take your time." He knew that his cock might have a whole different opinion on the taking your time part but he was a gentleman after all.
"Oh." Emma flushed and straddled his hips, his erection resting behind her.
When she moved ever so slowly lower, he groaned, "Please don't tease."
Emma smirked and reached down between them, her hand smoothing over his covered cock, holding on to the condom and adjusting the angle so she could slide over him.
Killian clenched his teeth as her heat wrapped around him, when he was buried inside her they both paused for a second, eyes gazing, sharing the desire and love shifting between them.
"Please move, love." Killian managed to say and nudged gently upward with his hip. The movement had her gasp but soon she moved slowly up and down, getting used to his girth. Her fingers dug into his chest hair, nails scraping over his nipples, sending extra licks of desire through his body.
Killian grabbed under her behind, helping her movements, his fingers digging into her soft skin. "So fucking close love."
"Me too." Emma's eyes were dilated with desire and she gasped and panted above him, her head pulled back, hair tumbling behind her. She lifted one hand from his chest and cupped her own breast rolling the nibble between her fingers. The image of her in the throes of passion like this sent a last coil of energy through him, all focus was on their joining, his hips snapping meeting her thrust for thrusts.
Killian felt her walls flutter around him and he slipped one hand between them and found her nub and pressed, rolled and teased the little bundle of nerves. Soon a low keening moan rolled over her lips, her core clenched around him and the coil inside him snapped, his release washed through his body as he spilt his seed inside the condom.
Both panted and tried to regain their senses, Emma slumped over his body and he wrapped his arms around her, smoothing his hands up and down her back.
"That was…" Emma's warm breath tickled his chest hair.
"Aye, bloody hell, that was spectacular." Killian kissed the top of her head. "How are you feeling?"
"Like my bones just melted." Emma laughed, her body shaking so much that his cock slipped out of her.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Killian reached between them and eased the condom off, and secured it with a knot before rolling to the edge of the bed dropping it into the trash can there.
When he returned to rest on the bed Emma snuggled closer to him. "I love you."
"I love you too, and I hope we'll have many more times like this in the future."
"Oh, I know we will." Emma lifted her head to look at him. "I want this to be forever."
"My forever girl," he tugged a lock of her hair behind her ear, "always."
"Forever," Emma whispered and kissed him deeply, as she pulled away she was surprised by a big yawn splitting her face. She chuckled, "I'm sorry I'm knackered."
"We have forever to make this happen again." Killian smiled.
"Hmm, that's right." She snuggled closer to him. "Tomorrow is also part of forever."
"Aye." Killian managed to pull the covers over them. "Sleep now, love."
"G'night." Her voice was muffled and low as if she was half asleep already.
"Goodnight, princess," Killian whispered and settled down to sleep as well.
Killian woke the following day with Emma's mouth wrapped around his cock, and when he inquired what she was doing her reply was simply, "Your little reward for making our first time simply perfect."
Killian had slumped back on the bed and groaned in pleasure as Emma showed him a treasure map of stars, filled with heated passion. Love and desire for this woman would forever grow inside him.