Emma Swan was done. Irrevocably, definitively, one hundred percent done. She stood with her gun drawn, scanning the interior of the studio apartment... her apartment. It was torn up from top to bottom, ransacked, thoroughly fucked, and not in the good way.

"Goddammit," she muttered as she holstered her gun. The only thing that could have made this year even an ounce better would have been shooting the intruder. Not mortally, she thought, just a bullet in the ass would have sufficed.

After quickly assessing the damage, best she could tell was they'd taken everything. The TV and DVD player, the lamps, her kitchen appliances, many of her honey trapping dresses, the several pieces of inexpensive jewelry she owned… "My pillows, really?" She really didn't have much, so there wasn't much to assess.

Walking to the tiny kitchen to pull out her Sailor Jerry's rum, Emma decided she was was going to indulge in a drink or six, then proceed with this fucked up evening. "Why is the rum gone?" she shouted. The thieving pricks had taken her rum. "I'm done," she mumbled into the abyss of her life.

Grabbing her cell phone out of her back pocket, she dialed the station, "Hey, it's Swan, is the captain in? Alright, give him a message. I'm resigning my position, this is my two week notice. Oh, and I'm taking my two weeks vacation that I have on the books." She listened patiently as the officer on the other end argued that she couldn't take leave over the upcoming holiday season. "I don't think you understand, I quit, give Walsh the message. I know you can handle this task. One more thing, my apartment was burglarized. Send a unit, I won't be here, but they can process the scene without me, and the building supe can press charges if they find something."

Hanging up the phone and lamenting the absence of her cherished rum once more, Emma moved to her closet. Despite being robbed and quitting her job of almost ten years, her heart thumped in her chest nervously for the first time that evening, as she hoped it was there. She spotted what she needed in the corner - the ancient duffel bag she'd had since her days as a foster kid.

Opening it up and searching the secret compartment, she let out a breath of relief seeing that her stash was safely hidden. A small percentage of each check she'd ever earned was tucked away for a rainy day, and though it wasn't raining outside, it sure felt like it was pouring. She quickly proceeded to pack her toiletries, shoes, and the clothes from her dresser, most of which the thieves had left. She gave the apartment, that garnered no sentimentality, a once over, walked out the door and slammed it shut on that chapter of her life.

"Airport," she said as she hopped into a taxi. She mentally went over her finances; five percent of every paycheck over the past ten years was stashed in her duffel bag, she had a small savings account and of course, the checking account where she paid all of her bills and rent from. Good thing she was paid in full for this month, and she'd just gotten paid. Accessing Delta Airlines from her phone, she immediately saw the red banner at the top of the web page instructing people to check for flight cancellations as multiple airports were closed along the eastern seaboard.

"Make that the train station," she told the taxi driver. She navigated her way to purchasing a one way ticket back to Boston, Massachusetts on the Amtrak website. She'd catch a bus for the last leg of the trip to that small town she hadn't visited in a decade.

I'm going home, she thought. And the sentiment of having a home jolted her a bit, because Emma had never claimed anywhere in particular as home. She'd probably had one for close to a dozen years now, at least according to those who loved her unconditionally. Her stubborn ass was just too, well, stubborn to admit she had been a part of something.

She let her mind wander to David and Mary Margaret's possible reactions. Would they be angry at her for showing up unannounced, ecstatic that she was home or confused by her presence at all? Emma hoped deep in her heart they would welcome her back. She couldn't take another moment in the dreary place that had been her home, no, her residence, for the past ten years. Seattle, Washington was not the place of dreams anymore.

"What do you mean it doesn't leave for twelve hours?"

"The ticket you purchased is for tomorrow, at 9:45 AM," the attendant emphasized the AM for Emma's benefit, adding to her frustration.

"Is there anything leaving sooner?"

"No ma'am, I'm sorry, there's not."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Picking up her bag, Emma left the window and headed out of the station. She'd go grab a drink and a bite to eat, and then spend the night on a cozy bench inside the train station. It wasn't like she'd never spent the night in a public space. At least now she didn't have to worry about scrounging for food and evading the beat cops.

This also gave her time to take care of the one thing she hadn't given much thought to, until she found herself with twelve spare hours. She'd drop off her badge and gun at the nearest station so she wouldn't have to violate any United States Postal Service laws by mailing a firearm from the east coast to the west coast. Luckily for her, SPD Headquarters was less than fifteen minutes walking. Unluckily for her, they called her captain from the West precinct.

Almost six hours of discussions as to why she was leaving, out-processing paperwork for her resignation as detective, and formally giving her statement about the burglary at her place, Emma was dragging her feet out of the headquarters building. It was four in the morning and since she'd been called into work early the day before, she'd now been awake for over twenty-four hours. She trudged along 4th Avenue, deciding to forego the drink and meal in lieu of some sleep.

"Hey!" Emma yelled as a man on foot swept past her, swiping her duffel bag from her shoulder in one smooth motion. "Oh, hell no," she muttered. This was all she had left in the world, there was no fucking way. Giving chase, it took her a full block to catch up and tackle the asshole to the ground. Just as she routinely reached for her handcuffs, she heard the blaring sirens of a cop car.

"Freeze!"

"Relax, I'm a cop," Emma called out, reaching for her badge. Goddammit, she quickly threw both hands in the air the second she realized she no longer had a badge.

"Sure you are."

"Well, I was until a couple, actually you know what, nevermind. Just take me to SPD, along with this asshole and my bag. They'll be able to verify my story."

Another four hours later, what with being mistakenly thrown in the drunk tank for two hours, having to give yet another formal statement for being robbed on 4th Avenue, and using the employee facilities to shower and change, she was leaving the station for the second time in the same day. Catching a taxi, just to be safe, she had the driver take her through the unbelievably long Starbucks drive thru line for a venti black coffee, two bottled waters, a breakfast sandwich, some fruit, a protein pack, and some bakery snacks for later. Emma scarfed the foods that wouldn't keep unrefrigerated. She was hoarding, she felt a bit out of control in her current situation and was resorting to old habits. At least she was able to pay for her wares now.

Emma arrived back at the station right around nine, she checked in and headed for her platform. She was feeling dizzy with fatigue, despite the caffeine she was practically chugging.

"You all right, love," a deep and lovely accented voice asked.

She figured she must have been swaying with the dizziness, but with her current mood, all she could muster was a curtly mumbled, "Not your love."

"Apologies, lass. You look as though you're ready to fall over, I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"What a gentleman," she retorted.

"I'm always a gentleman," he replied, unperturbed by her pisspoor manners.

"All aboard!"

Looking up at the guy for the first time since he'd spoken to her, Emma's mouth dropped open. He was fucking glorious, unfairly attractive. Now the timbre and accent made sense, because why would someone who sounds like he does, not look like… this. She would definitely let this guy all aboard.

He smiled kindly at her, either oblivious to, or ignoring the fact that she was blatantly ogling him. Her eyes actually roamed the expanse of his form, top to bottom and back again.

"Um, that's my train," Emma muttered as she shook herself from her stupor. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Here he was trying to be polite, with perfectly coiffed bed head and dressed to the nines in a suit and tie, while she still had a damp, messy bun atop her head, her glasses sliding down her nose, and an old, black sweat suit that even thieves didn't want. Not her day. She stepped around him and headed straight for roomette.

Yes, Emma had splurged for a roomette the entire trip, and thank the heavens she had, as she was feeling like she could sleep for entirety of this first twenty hour leg to Sacramento. Shoving her bag into the storage compartment, Emma laid on the bottom bunk, snuggled into the blankets and zonked out before the train left the station.

Surprisingly, she woke long before the twenty hours was up, she felt well rested though and her stomach was rumbling. Sitting up, Emma rummaged through her Starbucks loot and decided that two chocolate chip cookies, a stale blueberry scone, and the remainder of her protein pack were not what she was looking for after no real meal for almost forty eight hours now.

She changed out of the sweatsuit, into a pair of jeans and an old, faded Jimi Hendrix tee. It was quite tight, a throwback to her hungry days. Trying her best to stretch it a bit, she decided she didn't care as her stomach growled in reminder that it had been denied many nutrients for the past couple days.

The dining car was packed, but there were a few seats open at the bar area. That suited her just fine, as one of the nutrients she craved right now was rum. Emma perused the menu and decided that, after the day, week, past year and a half she'd had, a nice steak dinner would suffice. "I'll take the ribeye medium well."

"What would you like for your sides?" the bartender asked.

"What do you have?"

"Steamed broccoli, squash medley, salad, baked potato, salad, fries, onion rings, baked beans…"

"Mashed potatoes and onion rings," Emma decided.

"Fine choices," a familiarly sexy voice chuckled from beside her.

"What? Onions are a vegetable," she said.

He laughed as he sat down on the tall bar stool next to hers. "No judgement from me, I like a woman with an appetite."

Emma cocked an eyebrow at his brazen statement. "Well, you'll find I'm quite rapacious this evening, it's been a score since my appetite has been satisfied properly."

It was hot guy's turn to cock an eyebrow. "Good to know," he replied with a quick dart of his tongue along his lower lip. "Killian Jones at your service," he offered, sticking his hand out in her direction.

Emma blushed as the immediate image of him servicing her, flooded her mind. "Emma Swan," she said breathily, turning toward him to shake his hand. And what was wrong with her voice? She suddenly sounded like she had asthma, she couldn't remember the last time a guy had affected her like this. Instead of shaking her hand he brought it to his lips and graced it with a kiss from his soft lips. Definitely not from the states then, she assumed.

"Join me for a drink, Killian Jones?"

"Aye, I'd love to."

The pair sat and ate dinner at the bar, while imbibing in what they learned was both of their favorites, rum. While she preferred her Sailor Jerry's, he preferred Pyrat Cask 1623. He asked where her cute glasses were, and she told him she normally wore contacts. She apologized for being so rude that morning, explaining that she'd been up for over thirty hours by that time. He pointed out that she had blatantly eyefucked him, and she slapped his chest playfully in retaliation. They flirted, bantered, talked about simple things, no sad pasts or personal details, just talked. And Emma was having more fun with him than she had with anyone in a depressingly long time.

When the dining cart was closing for the evening, Emma suddenly felt as though she didn't want to lose his company. She stood from her bar stool and swayed as her alcohol loosened muscles protested movement. Emma found herself in Killian's arms, and damn it felt good to be held in the strong arms of a drop dead gorgeous man.

"Perhaps you've had a bit too much, Swan," he murmured while also chuckling at her clumsiness.

"I have not," she giggled. "Escort me back to my rooma... roomamette, roometta?"

"All right, definitely a bit tipsy then. Come on, love, let's get you safely back to your roomette."

"Still not your love," she slurred.

Killian deftly wrapped his arm around her waist while slinging her arm around his neck, before he scooped her up in his arms. "What room, darling?"

"Sixty-niiiine," she singsonged with what she meant to be a sinful smirk on her lips.

It came out more as a goofy grin, and Killian couldn't help but laugh heartily. "How apropos."

"Who uses words like that? Oh yeah, sexy British men," she answered her own question.

Killian set her down when they'd reached her door, which did indeed read sixty-nine. Emma fumbled to unlock it, then roughly pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt. Slamming the door behind them and pinning him up against the door, Emma attacked his mouth like she'd wanted to do since he'd first spoken to her.

She shivered as Killian placed both hands at her hips and squeezed her before running them up and down the sides of her frame. After sliding her tongue against the seam of his lips, she impatiently nipped his bottom lip when he didn't open fast enough for her liking. The groan he let slip from his throat had Emma grinding against him as he opened to her. The taste of rum on his tongue was delicious as she plundered his mouth. Their tongues glided together desperately, until Emma sucked his tongue between her lips, much like she wanted to do to his cock which was pressed against her stomach right now. She sucked at it and swirled her tongue around it, until she needed to draw breath.

Killian's head hit the door, "Fuck, lass, I've never been kissed quite like that before."

Emma smiled at his flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. "There's more," she whispered as she guided him toward her bunk. Lying down together, Emma proceeded to kiss him senseless again before rocking his world.

"Ten minutes to arrival."

Emma grabbed her head as the announcement came blaring through an unseen speaker.

"Upon arrival, please proceed to your next-"

Throwing the pillow over her head to cover her ears, Emma whined in protest as the announcement continued with travel directions. She needed silence, sleep, and something for her headache. She jumped when she heard a groan from above her. Fuck! Memories from the previous evening inundated her fuzzy mind. Sweet, sexy, and British was still here. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been to drunk to screw and run. What was she going to do now? This was going to be awkward.

Suddenly a lean body landed in front of her as he hopped down from the top bunk. She gasped at the sheer amount of chest hair; she wanted to touch it. Why couldn't she remember touching it last night? How was she going to employ this encounter for future use if she couldn't even remember it?!

"Sorry, Swan, didn't mean to frighten you."

He must have mistaken her gasp at the glorious chest hair for fright. "You didn't," she mumbled into the blankets that she had pulled over her head when he looked at her. If it wasn't going to be awkward, she sure as hell was trying her best to make it so.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"Like shit," she answered honestly. In fact, she couldn't even feel that pleasantly used vibe warming her body, the one she got after a night of mind blowing sex.

"I don't know about you, but I have almost five hours before my next train. How about we grab breakfast at this next station?"

Didn't he know Emma Swan doesn't do the morning after? After making sure she was decent, Emma pulled back the blankets to- fully dressed, she thought, looking down at herself. She was fully dressed, almost like she'd never undressed. "Look, Killian, last night was… well I don't actually remember a lot of it, but I'm not usually into the whole morning after thing with a one night stand."

He put his hand over his heart, a grin tugging at the corner of his oh so kissable lips. "I'd be mortally wounded if that's what this was, Swan."

"What?" she asked as she stood up out of bed. She reached into her bag of snacks and grabbed a bottle of water, attempting to drink away the deadly breath of a morning after drinking heavily the night before. She offered the remainder to Killian.

He took the proffered water and drank before answering. "Well, even by the furthest stretch, my definition of a one night stand has never been having a sleepover in bunk beds."

Emma's head was spinning as he looked at her with that sweet smile on his face, crinkle lines at his eyes telling her that he was thoroughly enjoying whatever turmoil she was currently going through as she struggled to remember last night. There was steak and rum, kissing and grinding. He'd been in her bed at one point and… oh dear god, there had been begging and alcohol fueled tears. Emma threw her head into her hands as she tried to shake away the mortification that came with knowing she had shed tears over him not letting her suck his cock.

"Is it all coming back to you now, Swan?"

"Oh, fuck you!"

"We've been over that already. You were too drunk," he said playfully.

"This is not funny!"

"Oh, come now love, of course it is." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her into his chest and cupped her cheek in his other hand. "I've never had a gorgeous woman cry over not giving me a blowjob. And, if it makes you feel any better," he whispered, running his thumb along her lips, "I hate myself for not letting you wrap these around my cock."

"Maybe a little," she admitted.

"I'm hard just thinking about it," he muttered into her ear before rutting his hips against hers.

"Then I guess you should've let me service you," she teased.

"I would never take advantage of a woman too drunk to make mindful decisions. What if you'd regretted it?"

"Wow, you really are a gentleman."

"Course I am, I said I was."

"I've learned what most men say isn't usually what they mean, and is rarely the truth."

"I'm not most men, love."

Emma smiled up at this paradoxical man, he was a walking contradiction to most of her concepts of men. "Thank you, Killian. Too bad we didn't wake up a little sooner, we could have, you know." Standing up on her tiptoes, still encompassed in his arms, she connected her lips to his, morning breath be damned. They kissed, getting lost in each other, until the announcer came overhead again, this time announcing two minutes to arrival.

"Well, I must admit, I snooped a bit, or I might have set an alarm to wake you up sooner."

Emma stiffened as she wondered what exactly he meant.

"You left your itinerary on the table there, and after I finally got you to stop mauling me, I had a peek to see if we might be headed in the same direction."

Emma let out a nervous laugh, "That's not snooping, you goof."

"I just meant you didn't share it with me, so I was hoping you wouldn't be upset."

Emma was shocked to see he was being genuinely apologetic and true in what he was saying. "I'm not upset, I would have done the same thing." The tension left her body as she processed that they had two very different definitions of snooping.

"Not upset, but your sense of relief leads me to believe there's more to find out, just who are you, Swan?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she jested to bring back the levity.

"Perhaps I would," he replied.

Dammit, she cursed, he brought gravity right back. Emma didn't do serious, so in true Emma fashion, she changed the subject. "So, are we headed in the same direction?"

"Insofar as Chicago, I only looked at the next ticket in your itinerary, gentlemen's promise," he vowed, hand over his heart once more. "And that is why I let you sleep."

"What do you mean?"

"Well darling, last night you only agreed to sleep if I promised to wake you for an early morning rendezvous, but when I discovered we have the next two days and nights for you to suck my cock to your heart's content, as well as partake in all other enjoyable activities we may wish, I decided not to wake you."

Several things happened to Emma in that moment. She laughed at the way he salaciously waggled his eyebrows, they had a ridiculous range of motion, and she shivered a bit in anticipation, because she wanted to engage in all the enjoyable activities with this man. But somewhere, buried deep, she also pondered the repercussions of tying herself to someone so charismatic, attractive, and likeable for the next forty-eight hours in such close quarters.

It didn't take her but a moment to push down the anxiety and embrace the here and now; it wasn't like they were going to fall in love. "You're on, Jones," she said.

The train began slowing as Emma gathered the last of her belongings into her duffel. They went to Killian's compartment where he grabbed his things, and headed into Sacramento Valley Station in search of a breakfast fit for a couple of hungover singles.

Over breakfast, they discussed little more than their jobs, or temporary lack thereof, since they discovered they were both on their way toward a new beginning. Emma proposed the idea of not disclosing where their ultimate destinations were, since they weren't headed toward anything together. "Let's just be together in the here and now. No talk of the future."

"From here to Chicago then," Killian proposed, raising his coffee mug.

Emma clinked her mug against his and they both drank. "Mmm that's good," Emma groaned. "Caffeine is what I need to kick this hangover's ass."

"I'll need you to save those lovely noises for the bedroom, Swan. You sound positively sinful as you eat and drink."

She grinned wickedly at this information and proceeded to cherish her breakfast, just loudly enough for Killian's benefit. Although the tightening in his trousers did not feel like much of a benefit, more like false imprisonment.

"You are a bloody minx, and I will pay you back in kind, Swan."

"I'm counting on it," Emma purred.

On the way back to the train station they stopped at a small drugstore for some waters to combat hangover dehydration, and a few snacks, just in case they didn't feel like leaving the room.

"Checking in for the California Zephyr to Chicago."

"May I see your ID, please?"

Emma quickly handed over her ID, excited to get checked in and on the train. She needed a shower, and then intended to spend all day in bed with a handsome Brit.

"So, we are overbooked on this train and we are asking for volunteers to take the next train out."

"No!" Emma blurted out. She didn't mean to be abrupt, but she had needs, and even if it was due to a gentlemanly gesture, she'd been kept waiting for too long already.

The woman jumped slightly.

"Apologies, lass. My friend here is a bit on edge. I believe we can help with what you're asking, just give us a moment?"

"What?" Emma whined as Killian put his hand at the small of her back and led her away from the window. She eyeballed the woman who was now gazing at Killian with heart eyes.

"Listen love, since we plan to enjoy each other for the next two days anyway, why don't we give up one of our rooms and stay together."

Emma's eyes bugged out of her head as she weighed the pros and cons of living together. Sure it was only two days, but it was very close quarters with nowhere to run, and it was two whole days! She realized she was contradicting herself in her own stupid argument, but it was a valid argument. Looking up into Killian's eyes, and seeing the easy smile on his lips, she relaxed a bit.

"Here to Chicago, nothing more." He smiled so broadly, his eyes crinkled.

Emma smiled in return. "Okay, let's do it."

Killian leaned in, nuzzling her ear, "Oh, we will, Swan... over and over," he growled. He led her back to the same window, all polite smile, like he hadn't just tried to make her panties combust. "All right, we have decided to give up her roomette, and we will both stay in mine."

"Why mine?" Emma asked as a reflex. It didn't really matter, she just didn't like not being given the option.

"One more moment?" Killian asked the attendant, before leading Emma to a sidebar once more.

Emma watched as the woman's eyes all but said, "Anything for you."

"We give up yours so she can refund you your money. My company has paid for my move, including travel, so I'm not out any money."

I am a stubborn ass, she mused. That was $1500 she could definitely use while she looked for a new job. "Makes perfect sense, sorry." Grabbing Killian's hand and lacing their fingers together, she pulled him back to the window. "Okay, we're ready. We will give up my room and share his." She handed over her card so the money could be refunded.

"We appreciate your flexibility, this will allow another family to get home for the holidays!"

"I plan to appreciate your flexibility too," Killian whispered in Emma's ear as she tried to answer the attendant.

"Glad we could help," Emma stuttered as he continued to rile her up.

The moment they were on board, Killian pushed Emma up against the door to their shared quarters. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and kissed her as he'd wanted to through their entire breakfast.

"Easy tiger, let me get freshened up?" Emma panted out when they broke for air.

"Aye, good idea, I could use a shower myself."

Emma brushed her lips against his, "I will meet you back here in thirty minutes."

"I'll be the one naked in bed." Killian pecked her lips one last time, grabbed his shower bag and clothes and left the compartment.

Emma tore through her bag once he was gone. She needed to find her sexiest panties, a razor, and her toothbrush. After locating everything she needed, she headed to the women's facilities. Right before she left the little room, she pulled out the condoms she'd bought at the drug store and set them on the side table.

She took her time, getting lost in thoughts of what was to come and enjoying the hot spray of the shower as she bathed and shaved her legs.

Dressing quickly in the tiny black lace thong and matching bra, she covered herself in black leggings and a cozy cream colored sweater. Emma decided against applying any makeup, but did use the community hair dryer and her brush to add soft waves and lots of body. Glancing at herself in the mirror one last time, she was struck with a sudden bout of nerves.

"Quit being ridiculous, it's just sex," she muttered to her reflection. Hopefully really satisfying sex.

"Come in," he called out when Emma knocked quietly on the door to their room. "You needn't knock, darling, this is your room too."

"I wanted to make sure you were decent before barging in."

"I assure you," he began as he threw the covers to the side, "I am not."

Emma bit down on her lip to stifle the gasp that wanted to fly out. He was a sight, sprawled out in the bed, naked from head to toe. She'd known he had hair, as evidenced by the shirts he liked to leave unbuttoned, but taking in the whole picture had her squirming to find just a little friction down south. That thick chest hair tapered down his stomach, narrowing at his pelvic region and leading a path straight to the promised land. Emma bit down so hard when her gaze landed on his cock, her lip started to sting. She licked her lips to soothe the stinging sensation as Killian gripped the base of his shaft and his balls while he watched her peruse his form.

"As much as I enjoy being ogled, I'd much rather you join me."

The transe that had come over Emma broke with his words and she eagerly walked over the side of the bed and climbed in next to him. Lying on her side, Emma rested her hand on his chest and kneaded the flesh before raking her nails lightly through the hair she'd been dying to caress. A shiver wracked Killian's body at her light teasing of his chest and nipples. "Like that?" she murmured.

"Aye." Killian pulled her head toward his so he could kiss her. His other hand roamed the expanse of her back until he was slipping it inside her leggings palming her ass. He massaged and squeezed, "Fuck, I have wanted to feel this ass since you left me standing on the platform back in Seattle."

As much as Emma wanted every part of him on her and in her, she had a mission that she'd been wanting to complete, and right now seemed like the perfect opportunity. Breaking away from his kiss, she trailed her mouth along the contour of his perfectly sculpted jaw, planting wet, hot kisses as she went. Emma laughed lightly as another shiver took hold of Killian's body. "Sensitive?"

"It's all you, love, you do things to me."

Emma rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the undercurrent of sweetness in his statement. Continuing her path, she nipped and sucked down his neck, stopping momentarily to mark his chest. The noises he made, whether humming in approval, or growling or stuttering through a breath, were making every nerve ending in her body cry out for his touch.

Following a determined path, she was finally where she wanted to be. A small smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she gazed at his cock up close and personal. "You, Killian Jones, have a gorgeous cock," she told him. She licked from his base to his tip where he was already leaking precum, swirling her tongue at his tip. She savored the salty taste, and blew gently along his shaft where he was still wet from her tongue.

"Bloody hell," Killian growled.

Emma watched with rapt fascination as his cock twitched, almost as if seeking shelter of its own volition. She licked him once more and blew softly again, enjoying teasing him a bit. His whimpers of pleasured pain made her clit throb, and she decided to have mercy on him. Placing her hand at the base of his shaft, Emma finally took him in her mouth. She started with shallow bobs of her head, feeling out how much she'd be able to take without gagging on him. When she felt his hands at the back of her head, she knew in a moment he'd be fucking her mouth.

Killian delicately threaded both hands through her thick, golden hair, not wanting to control her movements, but needing something to hold onto.

When his movements didn't become demanding, Emma moaned appreciatively and began to set her own pace. She alternated between hollowing out her cheeks, sucking hard and laving his tip with the curve of her tongue. Making sure to handle his balls too, she massaged the spot where they met the base of his thick cock before taking him down as deep as he would go.

"Fuck!" he cried out when he hit the back of her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and tears sprang into her eyes as she fought the reflex to gag. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she relaxed her throat and swallowed around him once more, knowing the contraction would wreck him.

She heard him calling out her name, trying to get her to halt, but she wanted to make him come like this; she enjoyed the control and the power of making a man come with her mouth. Looking up at him, Emma gave a slight nod of her head, encouraging him to let go.

His breath stuttered, broken grunts escaping the back of his throat as the goddess before him sucked his cock with more skill than he'd ever experienced. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer if she went any deeper. As he called out to her, trying to convey that she needed to let up, she swallowed around him, and he was lost to her guile.

Emma sped up her pace, pumping his shaft while still sucking him off as she felt Killian's cock begin to spasm and twitch on her tongue. His grip in her tresses was just shy of pain, which was adding to her pleasure. She made sure to savor every drop he shot into her mouth, swallowing as quickly as she could, while continuing to delicately caress him as he recovered.

"Swan," Killian groaned, panting wildly. "Bad form, love."

Emma immediately ceased her gentle manipulations and let his cock pop out of her mouth. "Excuse me?" she asked, outraged by his audacity, "I'm pretty sure-"

She was cut off when his mouth crushed hers, his tongue swiping greedily over hers. Killian lifted Emma from her place between his knees, standing them both up as he continued to plunder her mouth. "You're pretty sure what?" he asked when they broke for air.

"Bad form, my ass. I'm pretty sure I just gave you the best blow job of your life." Scrutinizing his face, Emma waited for an explanation to his callous words.

"Aye, love, that it was. The bad form was you making your man come before he's had a chance to satisfy his woman."

Emma shivered at his deep, velvety voice when he called himself her man… was she his woman? She supposed for the moment, she definitely was. "Well if that's bad form, then I suppose you better get to pleasing your woman."

Killian didn't need to be told twice. He lifted and tossed her into the lower bunk before jumping on top of her. Emma laughed as he growled into her neck before planting little nips along her collar bone.

One hand rested at her hip as the other grazed over her chest, before circling around her back. He bit the tops of her breasts lightly as he deftly unclasped her bra. "Gorgeous. I believe I owe you a love bite," he murmured into the valley of her breasts before setting to the task on the underside of her right breast.

Emma sucked in a sharp breath as the sting set in on her heated flesh. His hands left trails of goosebumps in their wake as they surveyed the expanse of her belly, up her torso, and finally returned to her breasts. He kneaded the flesh before finally giving her straining nipples the consideration they desperately craved.

Killian cupped each breast and languidly circled the pads of his thumbs over her pebbled peaks. His pupils dilated as he watched Emma writhe under his attentions.

Emma didn't care how wanton she might sound; she was going to know this man in the closest of ways, and then she was never going to see him again. She surrendered herself completely, letting him know just how much she enjoyed having her breasts lavished, with moans and words of encouragement for him to continue.

"Like that do you?"

Emma's answer was in the tensing of her body as a wash of pleasure jolted through her from nipples to clit. Good lord, she was going to come from nipple stimulation alone. The smug bastard would never let that go. She rubbed her thighs together, clenching her core, desperate for release.

"No, no, no, that won't do at all," Killian scolded. He snaked a hand between her thighs and wrenched them apart. "Gods, lass, you're ruining me for life." Killian licked his lips as he gazed at her wet panties. He ghosted his fingers over the soaked material and rubbed her clit through them.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she chanted under her breath. "Just like that."

Killian continued massaging little circles against her clit, and was rewarded with a cry of his name as she came within seconds. He pulled her panties to the side, wanting to witness his handy work. Biting down on his lip and growling low, he relished the way her pussy contracted as her arousal dripped down her thighs. He was hard as rock again just thinking about what she'd feel like wrapped around his cock. "Fuck Emma, I need to be inside you."

She nodded her head wildly, desperate for the same thing. Reaching to the side table, Emma noticed there were now two boxes of condoms. She grinned as she realized they'd both had the same idea back at the drugstore, but marveled at how they'd missed each other in the small aisle of contraceptives. Oh well, the more the merrier, she mused. Grabbing a box and tearing it open, she handed the foil package to Killian and watched avidly as he carefully rolled it over his tip and down his shaft. She could definitely stand to watch him handle himself a bit more, but right now she needed to be well and truly fucked.

Killian leaned over her, the unspoken question in his eyes as he asked her permission. Nodding with a smile Emma canted her hips, urging him on. After taking a moment to run his length through her slicked lips to lubricate himself, he nudged her entrance and slowly seated himself within her walls.

Emma didn't want slow; placing a hand on his ass, she pulled him forward and thrust her hips to meet his. "Mmmm, that's what I want, your cock filling me up."

Killian's eyes blew wide at her direct request. Since he'd been a sailor for several years, he could definitely follow orders. He grabbed onto her hips and angled her how he wanted her before pulling out almost fully. He slammed back into her, and smirked at the way her breath left her body.

Emma could have sworn he hit her lungs when he pounded roughly into her, expelling the air from her body. "Just like that," she told him. The way his gaze seared into her, the squeeze of his hands on her hips, and the slide of his cock had Emma on edge expeditiously.

Killian fucked into her rhythmically, concentrating on the way her walls still fluttered, drawing his cock further into her. The slapping of their skin and the slippery sounds as his cock disappeared into her time and time again were like an aphrodisiac.

Fisting the sheets in her grasp, Emma fought to not get too loud. She didn't need their neighbors knowing what they were up to, but goddamn, the man knew how to fuck. Her toes curled and her stomach muscles flexed as she straddled the edge of oblivion once more. Killian changed the angle he was hitting her on his next stroke, and she was seeing stars behind her eyelids as they slammed shut. Emma climaxed again, pulses of pleasure sprinkling every nerve in her body, and she reached toward Killian to pull him into a frenzied kiss.

He watched her like a hawk, noting every reaction her body had to his. He could feel her getting close as the wet slide of his cock became warmer with a fresh wave of arousal. He plunged into her rigorously, bottoming out each time, and when Emma's body tensed and her core clenched around him so hard he wanted to cry out in both pain and pleasure, he lost his control.

Emma opened her eyes to watch as Killian came undone again. The tendons in his neck strained against his stubbled skin, and his mouth fell open as he panted curses and praises all at once. He was quite lovely as he fell apart, flushed cheeks, eyes screwed shut, skin glowing with bliss. When he leaned forward to capture her lips, his body melded to hers warmly, and Emma felt like there might not be anywhere else she'd rather be than right here, right now.

"I am ruined, Swan."

"What do you mean?" she whispered through his kisses.

"If I might be slightly ungentlemanly, just for a moment?"

She giggled against his lips. "There wasn't anything gentlemanly about how you just fucked me, Jones. Speak freely."

He laughed and supposed she was right. "There will never be another cunt as alluring as yours, darling. You have ruined me for all other women. I only regret that I have not partaken in tasting you, love. "

Emma blushed at his coarse words, they were blunt and crass, and she'd never been so turned on. "We still have two more days," she smirked.