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Emma knew she was in trouble the exact moment his blue eyes gleamed in the semi darkness of her hospital room. With a smirk that made her thighs clench, he whispered against her mouth, "Lay back now, Miss Swan. I believe I've been negligent in doing your very thorough physical exam."

She shivered slightly, reclining backwards onto her hospital bed as Killian straightened up to stand next to her bed, his eyes flicking over her body greedily. His fingertips lightly caressed her, starting at her shoulder and danced down her body to the yoga pants at her hips. "Off," he huffed slightly, pulling at the stretchy black material. Emma scrambled to push the pants down, down to her ankles and then kick them off completely. Cast off and instantly forgotten in the face of the activity that was about to take place.

Slowly, she laid back, clad only in a long t-shirt and lacy low-cut panties, her eyes looking over his tense body. She could see his obvious approval by the tell-tale budge rising in his scrubs as she resisted the urge to reach over and run her hands over him. His breath came in shallow puffs as his eyes roamed over her body, unable to decide where to begin.

"Ah, Miss Swan…" He murmured, his hand capturing her wrist and feeling her steadily increasing heartbeat drum rapidly against his fingertips, "your heart rate has increased dramatically." He hummed lightly. "Something in here must be… agitating you."

Emma quirked an eyebrow at him. "Well, there has been this handsome doctor lurking around…" She reached out to lightly brush her hand against his scrubs.

"Minx." His eyes slid closed for a brief moment, exhaling slowly as she ran her hand around him, feeling him grow hot and hard under her fingers.

"Can't help myself around you, Doctor."

Killian raised an eyebrow as his hand skimmed up her arm and lightly slid under her shirt through her collar, fingers splayed over her heart, fingertips just curling at the edges of her breasts. The heat of his hand was almost burning up against her skin. "You look flushed, Miss Swan," he paused for a moment before continuing, "and you feel a little feverish, love. As your doctor, I recommend removing your shirt to help cool you down."

Cool me down. More like, drive me insane with desire. Emma thought as she bit back an errant giggle that threatened to escape. Two can play at this game. Instead, she couldn't help throw more fuel on the rapidly increasing fire. "Anything you say, Doctor Jones." She whispered breathily and wiggled her body up to pull the shirt over her head, leaving her clad in her black bra and panties.

The quick breath that he sucked into his lungs was her reward as she smugly settled back down on her bed, nipples hardening under his intense gaze.

"That's a good girl," he purred softly as he moved down to the foot of her bed. "Now, stay nice and quiet while I examine you." Using his left arm, he drew up her leg, carefully kneading and caressing one calf, then the other, immensely enjoying the way her breath grew shallow at his ministrations. He rotated her ankle with a firm grasp before grazing the underside of her foot with his fingers, laughing lightly as she jumped at the touch. "Ticklish, my darling? Stay still, this examination takes time."

Emma could only gaze at him, hands clutching at the sheets at her sides as his fingers and hand moved over her heated flesh. His eyes didn't leave hers as he worked. Suddenly, his good hand started to pull at the prosthetic on his left arm, for the first time seemingly uncomfortable. It made a dull thunk on the ground when he finally freed it from the attachment, his scarred limb hidden from view by the long shirt he wore under his blue scrubs.

In an instant, his good hand was back on her body, carefully grazing up her thigh leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Killian used his stump to steady his body on her bed as he leaned over to grip her hipbone, fingers moving over the lace waistband of her panties gently. "Up," he commanded her, fingers curled around the edge.

She watched him with hooded eyes, lifting her hips as he suddenly lowered his mouth to her, taking the other side of her underwear in his teeth to maddeningly aid his good hand in dragging them down over her legs. His lips and scruff brushed her leg the entire time, as she felt the electric current shoot straight to her core.

"God Killian." An unwarranted soft moan tumbled from her lips, as his bright blue eyes locked on hers, lips forming a feral grin as he slowly slinked back up the bed between her legs. She didn't think it was possible for her to be more desperate for him, the wetness was coating the inside of her thighs in anticipation.

"Yes, that's a good girl." He murmured as he locked eyes with her, moving up her body like a predator.

A quick brush against her center with his thumb confirmed it leaving Killian's mouth twitching in appreciation. "Ah, lass. I see you've been thinking impure thoughts during my examination." He teasingly dipped his thumb again into her wetness and then popped it into his mouth to taste her, his eyes going dark as he tasted her. "You know, once upon a time I considered going into the field of sex medicine," he shared conspiratorially as he settled down in between Emma's thighs. "I thought being a sex surrogate could be very… enlightening."

"Oh, of course you would think so," she grumbled as he teasingly blew cool air on her slit, making her shiver in anticipation. "Lucky you aren't, because I'm not the sharing type."

"Nor am I," he replied with a quick wink. Using his stump and good hand, he spread her legs for him. He winked at her before finally lowering his head the final inches to her, finding her achingly wet for him. His tongue licked a long, languid stripe between her soaking folds maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. Even Killian groaned quietly at the taste of her on his lips before diving back in between her legs, tasting and licking to his heart's content, fingers teasing at her entrance while he did so.

Emma spread her legs wider to eagerly give him better access, hips thrusting against him in desperation. She fought the urge to close her eyes because there was just something too delicious at watching her pirate/doctor boyfriend go down on her in the middle of her hospital room.

Notch something else into the never thought I'd see column, she thought giddily.

However, she couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled over her lips as he devilishly slid two fingers deep inside her while sucking her sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. Twisting and turning them with ease, Emma felt him the perfect spot deep within her. She could feel the hypnotic pull of her orgasm starting deep within her belly as he continued to lave over her, circling around clit with precise strokes of his tongue, then alternating by drawing it into his mouth. His fingers pumped into her contentedly, rubbing the nerves deep within that made her arch off the bed with want. It was simply more than she could take, it had been too long without his talented mouth on her as her orgasm crashed over her. "Ahhh, there's my Swan." Killian murmured a few moments later, releasing her with a gentle lick, his scruffy beard saturated with her wetness. "I knew you would like that."

Tangling her fingers deep into his messy black hair, she grinned before tugging him upward toward her. "You've always been such a tease, Jones."

"Aye." He smiled down at her, joy radiating from him. "I suppose you knew that too."

"Mmmm." Emma agreed as she reached upward, capturing his lips yet again. She couldn't help but moan into his mouth as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. "However, my doctor is wearing far too many clothes." She told him as she curled her hands under his scrubs and pulled them over his head and tossed it away. Her hands greedily reached for his pants, darting into the waistband and giving him a firm stroke.

"Ahhh, gods, Swan, that feels so damned good," he moaned as he thrust into her hands wantonly. She smiled wickedly at him as she continued to stroke him. Finally, his scrub pants were hastily pulled off, disappearing into the same corner, leaving him completely, gloriously bare for her.

And apparently, going commando was something that no curse could change. She thought with a smirk as she eyed his, what could only be considered as delicious, body leaning over her.

Apprehension dawned in his eyes when his top was thrown to the far corner of the room, but Emma instantly knew what he was concerned about. Killian attempted to tuck his arm under the pillow, hiding it from view, ashamed of the damage. She pushed him gently down on the hospital mattress and kicked her leg over him so she was straddling him. "I love you. You don't have to be afraid to show me all of you," she whispered simply, placing a gentle kiss at the end of his maimed arm. His eyes went wide at the gesture, not expecting her level of compassion.

"Emma." He said her name like a prayer, cupping her cheek reverently. With a smile, she leaned over to capture his lips yet again, tongues dueling passionately as her hair fell around them in a blonde curtain. As they kissed, his hand skimmed down her body to cup her breast through her bra, before impatiently tugging it downward to capture her nipple in his fingers. She arched backward into his touch immediately, rotating her hips on his cock. "Ah, yes. Gods, you're so beautiful when you're bare for me," Killian said, his hand squeezing, his hips thrusting back against hers.

"Don't stop." She whispered to him, her hips containing to thrust against him urgently, gliding back and forth over his cock, coating it with her wetness.

"Lass, I never intend to." He bit back a groan as she maneuvered him closer, almost inside of her. "You are a damned siren. Luring sailors to their deaths." She moaned lightly as his hand drifted down her side, gently caressing each rib before sweeping across her stomach to move back up her other side, cupping her other breast. Emma quickly reached behind her back to unhook her bra, which was quickly tossed away.

"Please, Killian." She whispered, "I need you inside me."

Suddenly, he slid his arm around her waist and deftly flipped them on the hospital bed, which creaked mightily with the quick movement. The breath snapped out of her lungs as he entered her with a sure stroke, eyes rolling back at the sheer pleasure of him finally deep inside her.

"Gods, you are so tight." He groaned as he snapped her hips against his, the slap of their bodies only spurring their desire. "Perfect. Beautiful. Mine." He growled and thrust again. "Mine."

"Yes, yours. Only yours." Emma moaned from beneath him, hitching her legs up to tighten around his waist, drawing him impossibly deeper inside of her. She could feel his hips stuttering as he chased he pleasure, relentlessly pounding deep in her as she could feel her own orgasm building. Feeling her walls start to flutter around him, he pulled his hand from kneading her breast to slip between the bodies instead, firmly stroking and circling her clit. Once, twice and she was shattering around him with an incoherent shout bursting from her lips.

He continued to move inside of her, his body stiffening as he came. The room was silent, except the sounds of their harsh breathing, their foreheads touching as they regained their senses. "I love you," he whispered leaning down to capture his lips under hers once again.

What he didn't expect was the wave of magic that slammed outward at the touch of his lips, a shockwave rippling out through all of Storybrooke. The magic was in the air, as Emma grinned through her tears and continued to kiss him, pouring everything into their kiss. She had finally broken through to him.

A few minutes later, they finally broke apart, the need for oxygen interrupting their need for each other. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, Swan… but how in the bloody hell did we end up here?" Killian whispered as he glanced down at their state of undress and blinked hard a few times. "It was the rum again, right?" He raised his head and looked over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "The hospital? What the hell happened, Swan?"

Emma laughed and hugged him closer to her, peppering his neck with light kisses. "There you are. Damn, I missed you."

He smirked. "Well, of course. But still what happened?"

"The Wicked Witch cursed us, again. The last thing I remember was being with you, searching for her in the woods." She told him as he rolled off of her with a quiet groan.

Killian furrowed his eyebrows as he sorted through his memories. "Aye. I remember that afternoon and then…" he reached up to run his hand across his temples wearily. "Buggering hell, I worked as a healer? My medical knowledge extends to pouring my rum on bloody wounds and wrapping rolled ankles when my sailors would trip on the Jolly Roger."

Emma shrugged a shoulder at him. "Curse is broken now, so we can get back to finding that bitch and making her pay."

"Swan…" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Did we just break this curse? Was there a certain type of kissing involved?"

Emma pulled him back to her with for another kiss, her smile telling him everything that he needed to know. "Yes."

Reaching down to drag the sheet over their bodies, he laughed, "Finally."