The deep moan rumbling from Killian's sleeping form has Emma pausing as she throws her hair into a ponytail. She's up before him for a change, and has taken it upon herself to make him breakfast in bed. Walking toward their bed, she watches as her husband's sleeping form stretches and another groan passes his now smirking lips on an exhale. She chuckles as she realizes the cocky grin she has fallen in love with even happens when he sleeps. The trace of laughter is quickly replaced though, with a sharp intake of breath when the sheet moves further down his body as he continues to squirm.

She's immediately torn between cooking him breakfast or taking care of Killian's stiff cock that is now peeking from under the sheet. "Goddamn," she mutters to herself, admiring his morning wood; she'd like nothing more than to wake him by riding him like the stud he is. With all the other characters she has come to find out are real, she errantly wonders if there truly is a faction of Morning Wood Fairies.

"Emma," he sighs.

A rush of heat surges through her belly when she hears the desperation in his voice. Sitting down next to his sleeping form, she wars with waking him or just taking him in her hand or mouth. Emma runs her finger lightly from the tip of his straining cock, over his sensitive underside and down to his base before gently caressing his balls. When Killian's hips surge toward her touch, she wraps her hand around his shaft and begins stroking him slowly. She can feel her own wetness gathering and shifts slightly on the bed to slip her other hand into her panties. She bites down on her lip as she tries to suppress a moan when her fingers glide effortlessly through her wetness then up over her clit. Her eyes close involuntarily as her fingers work in a motion as perfect as only one knows their own body.

"Bloody Hell, a man could get used to being woke like this," Killian rasps in a sleep addled timbre.

Emma jumps slightly and her eyes open, but she doesn't cease the movement of either hand. "I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but you looked much more appealing than anything I could cook."

"Is that so," Killian growls as he halts Emma's movements to maneuver them so she is sprawled out on her back and he is hovering over her.

"How did you do that?" Emma giggles, a bit breathlessly from being pounced on. She doesn't pause for an answer though before craning her neck to kiss him senseless. A lusty moan passes from her lips as Killian kisses her back, and she surrenders herself to the carnal nature in which he always satisfies her. It is quite erotic watching him as he licks, nips, caresses, and fills her, and soon she is coming hard, shamelessly calling out his name and praising his efforts.

Lying quietly in his arms, after he tells her how bloody amazing she is, Emma can't help but wonder what it was that had him so turned on before he'd even opened his eyes. "What were you dreaming about this morning?"

Killian chuckles, and Emma knows he is either blushing or scratching behind his ear by the shy tone in his voice. "We were… eh… we were having a threesome."

It's Emma's turn to giggle, "Naughty. And just who was in this threesome?"

"Us," he states simply.

Emma looks up at him, wondering why she is having to spell out her question. "Well, yes, you and me, but who was our guest?" She's surprised to see a bit of confusion in his features, before the dawning of realization crosses his face.

"Tell you what, love. If you can guess, I will confess."

Emma squints her eyes at him, debating the choices. She decides to go for the obvious first. "Ruby?"

"The wolf?" Killian asks incredulously.

"Well… she is hot, and she's always been very flirty with… everyone."

"Not my type."

Emma shifts her weight, leaning up on her elbow and facing Killian. She snaps her fingers and blurts out, "Belle!"

"You sound so sure of yourself with that guess. But that is also incorrect."

"I was thinking maybe it was like a sexy dream and a revenge dream all in one," she explains. Biting her lip she contemplates who else could be making an appearance in her husband's dreams. Remembering an off-handed comment he'd made in regards to all the many blondes of this realm, she realizes who it must be. "Is it Tinkerbell?"

"Sweet lass, she is, but still a no."

"Ashley? Elsa?"

"Also no."

"Maybe you have a thing for redheads? Elsa's sister, Anna? Mal? Mulan?" Emma continues on as her husband just smiles and shakes his head in the negative to all her suggestions. "Ursula?" She shudders as she asks about Cruella. But still he shakes his head no. Who else does that leave, she muses. "Aurora? Jasmine! Ooh, another redhead, Ariel!"

"You are so far from the answer love, I do not think you will be able to guess."

Emma flops to her back and exhales loudly. Suddenly a thought occurs to her, and she thinks, despite the fact that she hasn't felt an ounce of discomfort or jealousy while lazing with her true love, discussing his sex dream on a quiet Sunday morning, this next guess might actually change all that. "Regina," she whispers.

"Not a chance!" he responds with thinly veiled offense.

"Oh, thank goodness," she mutters. She rolls her eyes at him when he smirks at her. She knows that he knows that would've made her a bit green with- "Zelena! It is a redhead."

"What is it with your assumption that this mystery guest has a better chance of being a redhead?"

"It'd be something different than me and…"

"Ah, yes, Milah. A redhead would be different than you or Milah. But who's to say I haven't had my fair share of the fiery redheaded lasses."

She backhands his bare chest before shouting out, "Merida!"

"Your first hint is, not a redhead."

"Damn," Emma mutters, "Who else is there? Okay, I give up. Who is it?"

"That wasn't the game, Swan. I said you guess, I'll confess. I rather like this, it feels like a game. A game I am winning."

"Well that would mean I am losing, and that's not happening." She closes her eyes trying to remember any other faces of Storybrooke who could be making an appearance in Killian's dreams. As soon as the next choice hits her she is laughing out loud, even she has to admit, the two have quite the banter at times. "GRANNY!"

"What?" This time, Killian doesn't hide the offense in his voice as he sits up and brings his hand to his heart as if she's wounded him. "Are you bloody serious? She's a lovely lady, and maybe in her hay-day, but no, it was not Granny."

"Okay, okay, no need for theatrics. You know the old broad loves to flirt with you, if you had a little sexy dream about her it'd speak more to your ego being stroked than the plausibility of the matchup."

"There will be no stroking of anything between me and Granny! Not even in dreams."

Emma laughs loudly at his ridiculous declarations. "Calm down, babe." Racking her brain, an idea so perverse rears its head and she is not sure she even wants to say it, but she wants to win. "It wasn't…"

Killian looks at her with a raised eyebrow, nodding his head at her to continue.

"It wasn't my mom was it?" She watches all the air deflate from his chest. "Indubitably and irrevocably a no, Swan."

"What the fuck? There aren't even any more women in Storybr-"

Killian's grin widens as she pauses. "Have you finally figured it out?"

She sat bolt upright in bed, facing Killian. "It wasn't a woman! Oh, this is too good!" she teases, eyes wide with glee. "Where should I even start? Was it-"

"Noooooo," he draws out as he places a finger to her lips to quiet her. "Nope. No, it was not whoever you are about to guess. Stop right there. I don't even want to hear your idea of this threesome. Not that I have anything against a threesome with two men and a woman, but I do not want to hear what man you think I might be sharing you with in my fantasy."

She chuckles at Killian's rambling, noting there is no anger in his voice. "Oh, it's a fantasy now?"

"It was before you soiled it with all your incorrect guesses."

"But, I've guessed every woman I can think of," she whined.

"It was you, you daft woman!"

Emma sighs in exasperation, "Yes, we established that. You and me, who was the third part of the threesome?"

"Just you. Me, you, and another you. The same you, but two of you."

Emma is immediately thrown back into the moment Hook had kissed her aboard the Jolly Roger, right before Killian had stormed in and knocked his other self out. How many times had she fantasized about that threesome? "Oh," she murmured, slightly embarrassed and only a lot flattered.

"Oh, indeed," Killian chuckled, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her close. "There is no other woman I dream about."

"I don't know why that choice didn't cross my mind, especially given the number of times I've fantasized about having two of you."

Is that so," Killian asked running his tongue along his lower lip salaciously.

"Aye," she giggled, "ever since our trip back in time where you knocked yourself out."

"That version of me wouldn't have known what to do with a woman like you, he wasn't worthy."

"Well then, it's a good thing you've taught him some things over the years."

"Aye, 'tis. Now make me breakfast, wench!"

"In your dreams!"

"Allow me to show you about my dreams," he growls as he pulls her on top of him.

"But there's only one of me." Emma presses her body to his and plants kisses along his jawline.

"You are all the woman I will ever want," Killian utters as she begins to work her magic on him.

"Good."