"You're in love with her, Jones."

Once able to form complete thoughts again, Emma sat up slightly, Killian backing up just enough to give her room, not wanting to break the heat between them. It was comfortable and he missed it once it was gone.

"I can't believe I just...that we just..." She said, her eyes meeting his.

"Emma..." Killian began quietly, inching closer, the look in his eyes terrifying her and drawing her in at the same time. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes, as gorgeous as they always were, were somehow brighter than ever.

Something big had changed between them and it had nothing to do with the fact that Emma currently had no pants on.

They both knew what it was...only one was brave enough to speak about it.

"Emma, I...did you feel it?" He asked her gently, reaching out and stroking the side of her face with the back of his hand, his knuckles running along her cheek slowly. His gaze painfully adoring and his touch tender.

"Of course I felt it. I'm sort of still feeling it." Emma chuckled nervously, looking away, suddenly the ornate carving on his desk very interesting to her.

Annnnnd, there goes those walls...we were making such progress!

I can't...I just can't...

"That's not what I mean, Love. When I kissed you-" He began, leaning in, his lips about to press against hers when Emma reached out and pushed him away gently, her hand on his chest bared by his opened shirt.

You deserve what you get, you know.

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

No, I just don't understand. What the hell do I deserve?

To be alone.

Well, that's an awfully cruel thing to say...

That beautiful man is in love with you! Hell, you know damn well what that kiss was. He's giving his heart to you. How can you be so blind?

You're crazy.

No, but you'd definitely have to be to deny the look in his eyes right now.

With a gulp, Emma looked up into those shining blue orbs again. At the moment, there was a little bit of hurt, but only because she had rejected his kiss, behind the hurt was something dangerous...something Emma had long been without. A look that hadn't been given to her in so many years, she'd almost forgotten how to spot it when she'd happened upon it.

But, there it was.

Killian Jones loved her.

Killian Jones was her True Love.

"Emma, Darling, please-" Killian begged softly, his gaze imploring as he pressed closer once more. With a sigh of defeat, she accepted his kiss...

...and his love.

Emma slipped her hand slowly around to the back of his neck where her fingers tangled in his short dark hair. She never noticed before just how soft it was...

Killian sighed happily against her lips, his hand resting on her arm, allowing his fingers to brush along her supple and heated skin as their lips moved together as if they had been doing this dance for centuries.

Perhaps, they were always meant to.

Emma broke the kiss to tug at his full bottom lip playfully, illicting a soft growl from her pirate who had managed to settle his body between her still spread thighs. She relished in his weight on her, the feel of his lips ravishing and pillaging her mouth like the pirate he was, the smell of him ripe with the salt of the ocean...the leather he wore...fresh air... and a scent she couldn't place but knew she loved immediately.

"Emma, my love...say it. Tell me you know what this is between us...don't prolong my suffering." He whispered against her lips huskily, placing light kisses along her jawline as her hand left his hair and both hands now settled on his shoulders, urging his shirt aside which he was all too glad to be rid of.

"I...I love you, Killian." She finally admitted, her voice meek but he had heard her clear as day.

There, was that so hard?

Go stand in the corner.

She loved him, too.

"Oh, Emma." He sighed softly, his hand moving up to tangle in her golden hair as he brought his lips back down to hers, this kiss so much different than the last.

Hungry.

Passionate.

Desperate, but still somehow so tender.

She gasped in surprise as he slipped his tongue past her lips, seeking hers out as if it were buried treasure on one of his most ancient of maps, his body pressed hotly to hers. Unable to help it, Emma brought one of her thighs up to hook around his waist, keeping him close. Never wanting him to leave her.

Never wanting to leave him.

With a satisfied groan, Killian rolled his hips into hers, his arousal pressing urgently against her bared center, the friction delicious. Downright sinful.

And, Emma Swan was not exactly what one would call a saint.

She wanted more.

"Mmmm, that feels good." She moaned as their kiss broke, his lips still so close, his warm breath fanning across her face as his hips moved between her thighs, his pace tantalizingly slow, allowing her to feel every single inch of him, being as thorough as she'd dreamt he'd be.

"You're far too dressed, Swan." He whispered against her mouth before he leaned in and gave her lips a quick peck. He sat up just slightly, as much as Emma's thigh around his waist would allow, leaning on his hooked arms forearm as his hand pushed the hem of her tank top up, revealing inches of skin he vowed to worship for the rest of his life.

"Off." He stated as she maneuvered enough to get herself out of her top, tossing it the way his shirt had gone not moments before.

"Gods, you are a vision." He said, his eyes admiring his Swan, now completely bare to him...in more ways than one. His hand running up her body, starting with her hip...her stomach...following very closely the curve of her breasts, his thumb taking a moment to brush against her nipples sending a surge of moisture between her legs once more.

"Come here..." She beckoned sweetly, urging him to lean down again for another kiss. Once he did, unable to resist his siren, her thigh gripped him tighter and somehow she had managed to flip them, Killian now on his back before her. With a satisfied grin, she looked down at him.

"Much better." She giggled.

"You minx." He smirked up at her, eyes sparkling in delight.

"You like it." She stated plainly.

"You have no bloody idea how much." He replied honestly.

"I may have a feeling..." She said teasingly as she ground herself into the bulge at his lap, making him moan gutterally at the sensation.

"Mmm, so do I, Darling..." He breathed out shakily as his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Do you now...tell me about it." She cooed to him, her hand running up his lean stomach to his muscled chest, raking her short fingernails through the light dusting of hair she found there.

"Tread carefully, Swan..." He warned with a smirk as his hips soon joined her efforts, rolling in time with her, like the waves lapping against the hull of the ship.

"Never." She replied defiantly through a moan as he rubbed against her clit, his arousal brushing over her firmly again and again and again, driving her mad.

"Mmmmm, so it's danger the lass is after?" He murmured as he leaned upward to kiss her neck hotly, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her hips close to his as they moved together in his newly uprited positon.

"I wouldn't be Emma Swan if it wasn't." She breathed out shakily as his teeth nipped at her neck, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after.

"I suppose not..." He groaned against her neck, before his other arm wrapped around her waist, tossing her onto her back again as she let out a loud gasp of surprise.

Damn him.

He's trying to best you. Just let him for once, you idiot.

Ugh, fine...

She watched closely as his hand reached down to hers and brought it to the ties of his leather pants, coaxing her to untie them. Deftly, she did, parting the laces with ease, anxious to get the last of his clothing off of him finally. Surprising her yet again, his hand which still covered hers, led hers between his legs to cup the generous bulge there.

"Mmmm, Emma..." He moaned as she allowed her fingers to brush along the length of him for the first time, feeling every single succulent inch of his cock. He was hot and so very desperate for her and she could feel it even through the thick leather.

She wanted to feel it somewhere else.

"Killian, I need you...please..." She whispered to him as both hands gripped the waistband of his pants and urged them down slowly, his arousal bobbing upward in its newfound freedom. Immediately, he pressed himself against her impatiently, not bothering to remove his pants completely, his length teasing along her deliciously soaked folds and the tip of his cock brushing over her swollen clit slowly.

Their eyes met as her hand guided him to her entrance and without a second hesitation, Killian's hips surged forward, finally uniting their bodies. Emma closed her eyes and let her head roll back against the pillows, relishing in the feel of his manhood stretching her, filling her so completely, so perfectly and when he began to thrust his hips slowly, she knew she was a goner.

She wanted to feel this way forever.

"Darling...mmmmmm, so good..." He moaned as he leaned down to kiss her chest, his hand moving to cup her breast while his other forearm held him upright, his thrusts as sure as they were deep. Emma's arms wrapped around him, hands splaying across his strong back, fingertips caressing the surprisingly soft skin she found there. He had the body of a man who had worked and fought all of his life, scars marring but not taking away from his beauty. She knew each mark had a tale to tell and perhaps now, she would be lucky enough to hear them.

Her thighs wrapped eagerly around his waist, urging him to go deeper...if that were even possible. Still, she greedily yearned for more and he gave it to her willingly.

Nuzzling his lips to her breast, his tongue sought out her hardened nipple, lapping at it and toying with it like the damn tease she knew he was. Tonight, he would take her gently...but she knew she was happily in over her head with him as a newly welcomed guest in her bed.

His hand caressed her breast while his mouth did devilish things to the other, their hips moving in perfect tandem with the other creating the most sinful rythym imaginable.

"Killian...Killian..." Emma gasped out as he hit her secret spot deep within her, having changed the angle of his thrusts only slightly. Her hand going between them to rub at her clit.

"Say it again." He begged her as he looked up at her, never tiring of watching Emma fully engrossed in chasing her pleasure. Never tiring of being the reason for it. His thrusts deeper, his cock sliding almost completely out before he'd slam firmly back inside her heat. She was so wet for him, the sensation intoxicating to him as it coaxed him onward.

"Ohhh, Killian..." She moaned desperately beneath him. The sounds of Emma's pleasure and his name pouring past her lips only turned him on further, the words going straight to his cock as he moved within her. He could feel her tighten around him. She was so close and damn it, he would get her there. Resting both forearms on either side of her face to brace himself, he thrust into her faster until he felt her inner walls grip and release him, his named cried out in the quiet of the night.

"Emma..." He moaned as he fell over the edge right after her, crying her name out like a desperate prayer to any God who could hear him but only seeking his salvation in her.

His Savior.

"I love you, Darling..." He whispered against her neck as she held him close to her, her arms promising him what her mouth had not yet uttered, to never abandon him again.

Review?

Well, I hope this was the ending you all were hoping for. Smut/love scenes are always so hard for me to write, but I wanted to give it a shot. A personal goal of mine to conquer it haha This fic definitely took a highly feelsy turn and it wasn't originally intended as such...but my muse made me do it! Blame her!

Thank you so much for the reviews and the favorites/follows! You guys are the best.

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