AN:/ Hi guys, I'm back! I'm sorry it's just been crazy lately, I've moved house and finished my studies so now that I'm finally settled I'm focusing a lot more on my writing.
I have another chapter now, and I'm finishing a little one shot which I think you will enjoy! So check that out when I post it.
Thank you so much for sticking with me and waiting patiently for my update, I promise I won't make you wait so long next time. I'm loving reading your comments and messages so thank you for that!
You've waited long enough so here's the next chapter!
(It's a good one, warning sexual content and swearing/bad language, and as always I don't own OUAT or the characters!)
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Chapter 8
"She is out there, alone, Charming, and you're asking me to carry on as normal and do nothing?!" Snow screamed, waving her arms wildly around her head.
"No, I'm asking you to play along as normal while me and Regina go to the tavern and meet with this strange person who has knowledge of Emma's whereabouts. Believe me my dear, we're not sitting idly"
Charming and Snow stood on opposite sides of their bed chambers, Regina leaning up against the door, one arm folded over her chest, the other bent so she could inspect her nails, clearly bored with the conversation.
"No, but that is what you're asking me to do!" She crossed her arms in defiance, she would not sit on the side lines while her daughter was out there alone.
"Oh please, it's a simple task, we go to the tavern, find out who this impertinent little leec-" Regina stopped suddenly at the wide gaping eyes of Snow White.
She shrugged, raising her eyebrows and puffing out her chest, "I'll just leave you two to it."
With that she turned on her heel throwing the door open and waltzing out,
"Dwarf where is my drink?" she exhaled still storming off down the long hall,
"Watch it sister." Grumpy snarled, David hurriedly shut the door shutting out the noise and the silence hung heavy between them. Snow was looking out the window, from there she could see the boats at port all lined up with her flag flapping high upon their masts.
"I don't like this David." The words slipping out in a sigh.
He crossed the room in quick strides, standing next to his wife, raising a comforting hand to rest upon her shoulder.
"I know you don't, it's not like I'm enjoying this either, but if we want to know who's taken our daughter we have to find out discreetly, if they find out we're looking for her they may panic. They may do something drastic."
Begrudgingly she nodded, her head falling and landing with a soft thump on her husband's chest while his arms came around her waist.
"I just hope she's alright, she acts tough but she needs someone there with her, she needs to feel safe."
"I'll do whatever I have to, I will find our little girl Snow." His eyes lifting to the heavens and begging with every Deity he knew to keep his daughter safe, and he vowed before them all to move heaven and earth to bring her home.
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"No! Please, I'll do anything!" Emma's words were desperate; she was down on bended knees in front of the most fearsome pirate in all the seas in all the realms.
"Anything? Will you wash the decks every day and cook for all us pirate men?" The Captain questioned, she nodded quickly a small gasp leaving her lips.
"Then you shall stay aboard my ship, and if you disobey me lass, you'll be thrown to the sharks!"
She scrambled to her feet, nodded fiercely, "Thank you Captain."
"Alright, alright, fun's over- Oliver-" Oliver sent the Captain a stern look, "Captain, I do believe you have chores to attend to, am I correct?" He glumly nodded, head down and walked past Emma, raising his head briefly to give her a small smile.
"We'll play again tomorrow Captain!" At that his smile brightened and he skipped off across the deck. Emma twirled round to face the real Captain of the ship, "How can I help Captain?"
She sent him a coy smile, making his eyes close and his jaw clench.
Over the past few days an easy alliance had taken over the ship, Emma would help with the chores around deck, she would play a game or two with Oliver, the most fearsome pirate she had ever seen, with one exception of course. She would sit down to dinner with Killian and listen to his stories of far off places and ancient realms, asking questions and getting to know one another, and after joining the crew playing card and dice games that scattered across the deck.
She was beginning to get very good actually, and she was starting to learn how to handle her rum too. Afterwards she would settle down in the Captain's quarters, in his bed to be precise, and wait quietly until he stumbled in minutes later.
She had noticed that whenever she retired he was never far behind her, after tucking himself in the makeshift bed on the floor she would watch his breathes through half-closed eyes and find herself longing to be closer to him. She would drift off to sleep with an itch in her fingers, the urge to run them through his hair, or touch the hard plains of his chest.
"Swan?"
She shook her head and pulled herself out of her day dream, realising remembering such urges had caused a flush on her cheeks and neck, and lowering down to her chest. She could see his eyes following the glow and a small smirk graced his features.
"Whatever could have caused such lovely colour in your cheeks, thinking improper thoughts my lady?" licking at his lips, his hook came up to push a lock of hair off her shoulder.
"About you?" She twisted her body closer to his, running a hand from his shoulder down his cloth covered chest, "…maybe" she looked up at him through her lashes.
His head tilted down towards hers, before he closed his eyes and turned away with a smile on his face,
"Bloody hell lass. How are you doing this?" He groaned, lifting his head up to the sky and taking deep breaths.
She chuckled, "So I win again? What's that, around 30 in a row?" she laughed again and lightly pushed on his shoulder.
"One of these times lass I'm not going to be able to remain a gentleman." The low tone in his voice sent a tremor down her spine and a low burn settled in her stomach.
"Maybe I don't want you to, maybe that's why I keep on pushing you" She said as equally low and wanting, her voice dripping with lust.
Killian's hand reached up and curled itself in her hair without permission, leading her face closer to his as his feet took two quick steps towards her, they were so close he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes.
She hardly cared about displays of intimacy on the ship anymore, due to their little game she had become bolder and more confident, teasing and taunting him in front of the crew.
"Emma" Killian whispered, his lips grazing softly over hers,
"Captain! Land ho!" Smee shouted from the helm,
Emma could feel his hand tighten ever so slightly in her hair and sigh, a small growl escaping with it,
"Later princess" He planted a chaste kiss on her lips, it was simple and innocent but enough to make her stomach flip and the low burn to heat even more.
Killian stormed up to the helm to guide his ship into port, Emma slowly rising to join him, he motioned for her to come closer as she walked towards him he let go of the wheel with one hand and let her slip once again between him and his ship.
"Why are we pulling into land? I thought we still had a few days before we reached Agrabah?" The low burn in her stomach had changed to a sick knot twisting and untwisting, her hands gripping the spokes tighter.
Killian's hand reaching up to soothe her white knuckles, chucking lightly in her ear,
"Relax love, we're merely stopping for supplies, now would you please release my ship?" his lips were right at her ear and it made her relax instantly, leaning back into the comforting heat emanating from behind.
There was just something about the feared, ruthless pirate Captain that made her feel safe, safer than she had ever been locked in her castle for the 21 years of her life.
"Why are we getting supplies? Higgins said we had enough to get to Agrabah." Her eyes creased together, her nose scrunching slightly, twisting her head round to Killian's.
"We have plenty of food and water, yes, but you lass have but one dress, I doubt Jafar will be accepting of a lady in another man's shirt" he lowered his lips to her ear again "However much I enjoy you in it."
She couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her, she could feel the heat radiating from him, her hands shaking with his wrapped around them. She could feel him chuckle as he leant down to press his lips against her neck.
"But I have no money" She protested weakly, her voice shaking from his ministrations, she could feel the reverberations against her neck as he chuckled again.
"That's what gold is for, what's the use in stealing gold if I can't spend it?" his lips still dancing up her neck to the point just below her ear, she let out a moan and Killian could feel the blood rush downward.
"But I don't know what to look for…" she trailed off helplessly her hand releasing the spoke and reaching up and around her so she could twist her hand in his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to continue.
"I can help you there lass, I may not be royalty but I am a man. I'll know what looks good." He whispered into her skin, his tongue poking out to lightly flick at her skin.
Emma moaned and tightened her hand in his hair, how had this pirate managed to worm his way past all these walls of hers and make her want him?
"Lass, we need to dock the ship…" Killian's voice sounded strained, she could see his own knuckles turning white and she huffed out a breath, this would have to wait.
"Fine, but I want to continue this later" She twisted her body around so her back was against the helm and sent him a wink, wriggling out from between him and the ship.
He could hear her giggle as she leapt lithely down the steps to join the rest of the crew on deck to prepare for docking. He watched her as she gracefully moved back and forth, securing the ropes and working with the crew, she had adjusted to life on his ship well, she listened well to orders and she wasn't bossy.
Killian's mind went back to when Milah had first joined his ship, he'd loved it at the time with her shouting orders at his crew, a strong woman who knew her place and wanted others to know it too. There was something about the memory now that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, something tainted that memory and looking at Emma now he figured out why.
Milah would stand up at the helm with Killian and shout the orders, and as Captain of a ship that was necessary, but Milah wasn't the Captain, he was. He loved her and wanted her to feel at home but Killian couldn't shake the thought she only stayed because she was in command and got to see the world, that maybe she was using him.
Emma on the other hand joined in with the crew, she cleaned the decks, made the food and she cared about the crew. In a few short weeks she had learned all about Mullins' time aboard the ship, all three hundred years of it, she knew everything about Higgins' family that he once had and she looked after Oliver like a mother would and yet still gave him the independence to grow up and learn for himself.
She wasn't just another member of the crew or a princess or a hostage, she was becoming part of this unconventional family he had found over the years. Seeing her interact with his crew made his heart give a tug, how was he supposed to let her go now?
Finally, the ship was in place all tethered up, and it was time to get back onto land. She could feel eyes on her and looked up to see Killian's gaze fixed on her, she couldn't help the smirk turning up the corners of her lips.
He waltzed down the steps with his usual swagger and held out an arm to her,
"Shall we, lady Swan?" He quirked an eyebrow up, as she took hold of him, her own eyebrow mirroring his,
"Lady?"
"You know what I mean Swan." He shuffled and looked down at his shoes, it wouldn't be safe to use the correct form of address, not in a pirate's port like this one.
They walked down the gangplank shadowed by Higgins and Oliver, through the busy town, more than once Emma was knocked off balance, glad that she had a strong arm to hold on to. Killian would easily dart between the people, he was used to it, but Emma was used to empty hallways and people giving her space, given her status.
Here you're just a normal girl, remember that. Don't give them any reason to be suspicious.
She repeated it over and over again like a mantra in her head, reminding herself not to draw attention. She was glad when they stopped outside a dress shop, Killian ushering her inside. The four of them cramped up the small space as a woman with dark brown hair that had started to grey a pair of glasses sitting crookedly on her nose came out from behind the curtain.
"Good afternoon dear, how can I help you?" She had a kind smile, her face etched with lines, like her mother, around her eyes that crinkled with her smile.
"We're in need of a few dresses, five should do it." Killian handed the woman a small pouch of coins, Emma's brows knitted together when the woman opened it and her eyes widened.
She immediately grabbed for Emma and pulled her back behind the curtain, she turned to Killian eyes searching for his in help to which he only chuckled and sat on a nearby stall.
She had half expected servant dresses, made with thin material in dull boring colours, but standing in front of the looking glass her body was wrapped in a beautiful emerald green dress. It felt heavy and thick, with golden stitching around the hem, it was beautiful.
She was never very fond of dresses, always argued with her mother, but she could deny how the dress fitted her like a second skin and made her eyes stand out and sparkle. She smiled and turned to the woman, Annie, to see her smiling at her too, hands clasped together in front of her.
"Come on then Swan, let's get a look." Killian's muffled voice called out,
She shuffled off the little stand, and pulled the dress up slightly at the front so she was able to walk forwards, she stopped in front of the three men and twirled slightly.
Oliver smiled brightly, saying how well the colour suited her, that she looked like a princess. Higgins told her that she looked as beautiful as the moon, Killian however didn't say a word.
Emma looked towards him expectantly, raising her eyebrows,
"Very lovely Swan, yes, that'll do… I need to run a quick errand; you seem to know what you're looking for anyway." He stood up, nearly knocking over the little wooden table next to him.
"I'll meet you at the tavern, stay with Higgins and Oliver." He flicked them a few coins muttering about ales and food for the lady as he pushed past them and out the door.
Emma tried not to feel hurt by his quick departure, it stung to see him run away and it felt, once again that someone was running from her. She shook her head and turned back to Annie,
"I think we need some more?" She eagerly nodded and pulled Emma back behind the curtain once more, hearing Oliver complain about wanting some food which made her chuckle. That boy was constantly hungry.
She picked out three more dresses, and showing each one to Higgins and Oliver for approval first, even though it wasn't their approval she wanted. Annie had insisted that she took a special dress, it was one she had made, if there ever came a time someone special enough was to walk through the door.
It was pure white, and came down to the floor like the others she had purchased, but this one was laced with gold and silver, dancing all the way up the dress like little stars. Emma reached out and stroked the fabric, her hands were shaking as they felt how soft and delicate it was.
"Try it on lass! I'm certain you'll look beautiful in this." Emma nodded and waited as Annie slowly helped her into it.
When she went to show the dress to Higgins and Oliver they couldn't speak, Annie had tears welling in her eyes and when Emma moved the dress made it look as though she was barely moving, more like floating gracefully.
"Oh my love, you look so beautiful." Annie reached up to cup Emma's cheek, "You need this dress, quick let's get you out of it and I'll have it wrapped."
As Emma disappeared around the curtain again she asked another outfit, if there was enough money left over.
"Oh my dear, trust me you can have anything you want." Emma smiled,
"I was wondering if you could help me find something for a special someone, something to wear within the bed chamber…?" Emma whispered quietly, so that Higgins and Oliver wouldn't hear, it was evident that she was nervous, but Annie just laughed and waved her hand.
"Of course my dear, now let me have a look around here…"
As Annie went scurrying away looking through the drawers and fabrics laying around, Emma spotted a piece of clothing that she liked the look of,
"May I try this one?"
"Yes, yes" Annie replied distractedly, throwing cloth all around her,
She pulled on the trousers and found Killian's shirt she had come in with, and pulled on the new boots she had just purchased from Annie, and turned to the looking glass.
She could hardly recognise herself, her eyes were wide, hair a little windswept, but she was standing there in leather trousers and Killian's shirt. She smiled wide when she realised she looked just like a pirate.
"Oh, look at you! A proper little pirate, now I have something perfect, hold on…"
Annie pulled another piece of leather from the pile and held it up, a corset, she fastened it around Emma's waist and when she stepped back she gasped.
"Now there, look at you dear, you match your fine lad." Annie clapped her hands together and turned to wrap up all the items Emma had bought, with the exception of what she was wearing.
"What about the other thing?" Emma asked nervously, wringing her hands slightly
"I've put it in this parcel, my dear trust me, you'll love it." Emma nodded uncertainly, she wasn't sure she would be brave enough to wear such a thing and she hoped it wasn't too revealing.
Everything was packaged up and safe to go, she thanked Annie, giving her a hug and tucked the package safely under her arm. As soon as she reached the other side of the curtain Higgins had stood and taken the parcel out of her arms.
"Hey! Higgins!" She folded her arms and gave him a cross look.
He stopped for a second, his eyes going up and down her form, before he released a low laugh,
"You look just like the Captain when you do that!" Oliver had started joining in with the laughter, clutching his stomach.
"May I have my parcel please?" Emma huffed.
"No, a gentleman always helps a lady, let me carry this for you and when we get to the tavern I will give it to the Captain."
Emma's eyes widened and her cheeks flamed red, "No! I'll umm... I'll take it when we get there, thank you Higgins."
Emma quickly turned on her heel, threw the door open and ran into the street, Higgins shrugged his shoulders at Oliver who looked as equally confused and followed her out.
When they got to the tavern Oliver held the door open for Emma and waved her toward the table where Mullins and Johns were sitting whilst he went to the bar for ales.
"Well, well, mistress, don' you look like a pira'e! You'll fi' righ' in!" Mullins chuckled wiggling his finger silently asking her to do a quick little spin to show off the outfit.
She laughed as she sat next to him with her back towards the door, she scanned the room to see if Killian was here yet but he didn't seem to be anywhere.
"'E's with the lass who owns the taver' mistress." Mullins said to her quietly and her stomach dropped,
Oh. So that's what he'd meant by errands, and here she thought he actually saw her as something more, she was stupid enough to believe she would show him the outfit Annie had given her. She leant over and took Mullins' mug of ale and drank it down in two big gulps.
"Woah, mistress take i' easy! He's jus' arranging a room for you tonigh'" Mullins reached over to put a hand on her arm to keep her calm,
"Oh I'm sure he is!" By this time Oliver had walked back to the table and put her mug in front of her, where it stayed for two whole seconds, before she had snatched it up and downed that mug too.
"You know Mullins maybe we should have some rum!" She laughed, looking at him expectantly,
"I don' think tha's a goo' idea lass" he shook his head, and wiped a hand across his eyes,
"That's fine Mullins, I'll go sit with those lads there, they look like they'll enjoy my company and some rum too." Emma stood up abruptly and walked over to the table surrounded by men clad in leather, smelling of sweat and dirt, playing dice.
Emma wrinkled her nose at the smell but the ale was starting to take an effect on her and she felt strangely brave, so she pushed herself forward,
"What are you boys playing?" leaning forward so that Killian's shirt fell lower to reveal more of her creamy flesh.
"Lads, clear space for this beauty, I think she wants to play." He was clearly the Captain, he sat taller and straighter than the others, and was rolling coins between his fingers.
Emma gulped, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, she turned over her shoulder to see that Killian had arrived, he was towering over Mullins, his face red with anger. Mullins pointed towards her where she sat dangerously close to the other men, throwing him a smirk she turned around and leaned over the table again.
"Do you drink rum lass?" The Captain asked again, winking at her, she could feel her stomach churn and she had to swallow back her disgust but nodded all the same with a fake smile on her face.
"She won't be drinking anything." Emma closed her eyes in regret the second she heard his voice, his hand grabbed her arm, pulling her upwards to stand.
She didn't want to meet his eyes, to embarrassed and ashamed of what she had done. It was stupid to run over to a crowd of strange men in a strange place, especially when you're a princess. But she was stubborn like her parents and refused to let him know she regretted it.
Taking a deep breath, she looked him in the eye,
"I can drink whatever I like, and sit with whoever I like." She gritted out between her teeth, she could feel his hand tightening around her arm.
"Let the whore stay if she wants." The Captain said, Emma's head whipped round, eyes blazing with anger,
"Excuse me?!" She ripped her arm out of Killian's hand and leant forward on the table, "I am no whore."
"Could have fooled me" he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a poke of his tongue, "You must be a good fuck." Emma's muscles tensed as she prepared herself to leap across the table and punch this disgusting excuse of a man.
Before she could move Killian had his hook at the man's throat, his eyes filled with rage and his fist clenched,
"Apologise to the lady, mate" Emma's eyes widened, why would he care what people called her?
"Wow. She must be a really good fuck!" The man laughed deep and loud but his laughter was cut short when Killian's fist connected with his face, a sickening crunch echoed around the tavern and silence fell across the patrons.
Emma stood there, mouth agape and eye flickering between Killian and the Captain he had just knocked unconscious. Everyone was still staring when Killian cleared his throat turning to the rest of the tavern,
"No hard feelings, the lass is under my protection, she's not that smart you see," Killian turned his hard eyes on her and she could feel them bore into her "she forgets her place."
They stood there for several moments, Emma could feel her heartbeat in her ears like her heart was about to leap out of her chest at any moment. She turned, feeling his gaze on her the whole time and walked out of the tavern.
She took a few steps and found an alley, she leant her head against the wall and took a few deep breathes, the alcohol clearing her system. How could she be so stupid?
"Swan?!" her head snapped round to see Killian come skulking around the corner, he looked angrier than she had ever seen him, she could see his hand shaking with rage.
"What was that?" He was so close to her, towering over her, using his height to his advantage making her feel vulnerable.
She did the only thing she could think of, she got defensive. She pushed against his shoulders and squared her own, straightening up standing taller, and with the help of her new clothes she felt more confident.
"I was trying to have a little fun. I don't see the big deal" She protested,
"Swan." He took a deep breath trying to speak in a lower tone, "Do you know those men?" She shook her head, "Do you know what they're capable of? What they think of women?" She shook her head again.
"Of course you don't! So why? Why would you go over there? Why couldn't you just wait for me?" He pushed, scrubbing his hand over his face in frustration.
"I don't need your protection! I can handle myself!" She pushed against his shoulders again, "I wasn't going to leave with them. I just wanted to have fun, you were so why couldn't I?"
She snapped her mouth shut, looking away, she didn't mean to say that, didn't want him to know the real reason why she was so angry and petty. Jealousy. She was never a jealous person so why was she now?
"What?" He snapped, pulling her head up with his hook to look in to her eyes, "What fun was I having?"
"You ran out that shop pretty quickly for your errands and Mullins said you were with the woman who ran the tavern. You had your fun, I wanted mine. Why would you even care what those men wanted?!" Well if he knew now, she might as well stand her ground.
"I was securing us rooms! So you wouldn't have to sleep on the ship for one night!" Emma rolled her eyes and the anger flared again in Killian.
His arms came up either side of Emma, trapping her in front of him as he stepped closer removing all distance between them. She could feel his breath on her face, smell the rum and leather and salt air, and closed her eyes intoxicated with his natural smell.
"Emma." Her eyes snapped open at his sharp tone, "You know exactly why I don't want those men touching you. As for the lady from the tavern, I wasn't doing anything with her other than getting us a room."
She looked into his eyes and was searching for the lie but she could only see the truth, and her stomach felt uneasy with guilt.
"I… I'm sorry. I just thought…" She looked down, shuffling her feet,
"You thought what? I would run off and bury myself in the first wench I could find? Why would I do that when there's only one person I want?" His hook was underneath her chin lifting it up again, "Even if I can't have her."
She looked up at him through her long lashes, eyebrows drawing together, "Why?"
He was standing so close she could feel the rumble of laughter bubbling in his chest, and if she stood still enough she could feel his heartbeat too.
"It's complicated, she's a princess, I'm a pirate- would never work." With every word his lips drew closer to hers,
"No. It probably wouldn't" Emma's words came out breathy and she tried to regain control, but with Killian's lips so close to hers all coherent thought vanished. Her hands reached up to pull at his lapels, to pull him closer.
"What if the princess wanted the pirate too?" She whispered to the space between them, making Killian groan while he pulled Emma to him so he could kiss her hungrily.
His tongue swept across her bottom lip, demanding entrance that she willingly gave him, a whimper escaping as he grabbed her leg and hooked it around his hips. She could feel how much he wanted her when he pushed himself against her, he released her lips and his lips latched onto the spot between her neck and shoulder, groaning when he rubbed against her again.
"Shouldn't… shouldn't we take this somewhere more private Captain?" Emma asked breathless, Killian answering with a groan, lips moving back to her own, pulling her other leg up and carrying her through the side door leading straight upstairs. Thankfully they didn't see anyone on their way up, Killian refused to let his lips deviate from hers until they got to their door.
He slowly let her legs go so he could slide them to the floor, still keeping his arm around her to keep her balanced.
He pushed the door open and motioned for her to enter first, as she walked in she noticed the candles had already been lit and the fire was blazing in the hearth to fight the cold.
She wasn't sure where but she found confidence from somewhere, maybe the ale, maybe the hungry look in Killian's eyes as they raked over her body. She slowly unbuckled her corset and let it drop to the floor.
"Emma, what are you doing?"
"You said you liked seeing me in your clothes…"
He closed his eyes, looking away and clenched his fist jaw tight, always trying to be the gentleman,
"Aye, that I do love, but it's bad form to tease a man this way."
He opened his eyes to chance a look at her again, noticing she had thrown her leather pants across the floor. The way her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him from underneath her long lashes, he could take it no more, he groaned, he could feel his body react without his consent.
"Emma, love, you have to stop now; otherwise I'm not sure I can control myself."
He didn't want to push her too far, given what she had been through, but he reasoned he could stop at any point, to give her space, whatever she needed.
"You said it's been a while since you've shared your bed with a woman, I might not know much Killian, but I know that must be hard for you" she toyed with the hem of his shirt that she was still wearing, showing a little more of her legs than was appropriate.
"Emma…" he warned, his leather trousers getting impossibly tighter by the second,
"We don't have to do it all, we can just test the waters?" she asked innocently,
"You're going to be the death of me Swan." He growled out, reaching to pull off his leather coat and throwing it on a nearby chair.
"Is that a yes then?" Looking up again at him through her lashes,
She didn't get her answer in words, instead he walked over to her and kissed her deeply, his lips taking her bottom one in, sucking lightly on it, and eliciting a moan from her. Her hands intertwining in his hair, pulling it lightly, he moaned and swept his hook underneath her knees carrying her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, and hovered over her, careful not to lean on her and cause her any discomfort.
"Just tell me when to stop, okay? I won't push you too far"
She smiled, and pushed down one of the sleeves of his borrowed shirt, exposing her breasts to him, his eyes rolled back into his head and she giggled,
"You talk too much, you know Captain."
He buried his head in her neck and groaned, he felt her push at his arms and he slowly lowered himself on top of her, still keeping his arms either side of her head to make sure he wasn't crushing her.
She fit perfectly against him, he could feel her heat, and he longed to be inside her, but he wouldn't push her everything would fall into place he just needed to be patient, and this first experience would be about her, finding her pleasure not his.
His hand ghosted over her body, trying to touch all of her at once, her hand tugged at his shirt, he chuckled,
"Aye love?"
"I want it off…" she said her voice thick with lust, her once emerald eyes, a now dark green.
"Of course."
He sat up and pulled off his shirt and threw it across the room, not caring where it went, Emma hands were on his chest, playing with the dark hair, she pulled on his many necklaces pulling him down to kiss her.
It started slow and lazy, but grew more intense, the heat between them reaching its peak Emma broke away so she could breathe but Killian didn't stop, he couldn't stop he just moved to her neck and continued,
"Emma you're killing me" he whispered to her throat,
She chuckled, "Fair is fair, I suppose,"
She pushed him back, he looked confused at first and a bit hurt too, until he realised what she was doing. She pulled his shirt over her head until she was only in her undergarments, her breasts exposed, her shoulders, stomach and legs, completely open for him to see.
He groaned again and pushed her back down, following her claiming her lips again but he couldn't stop his hips pushing against hers, shocked when he felt her push back.
It felt too good to stop so he carried on, she gasped at the feeling and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, their tongues twisting in a familiar dance, both moaning into the kiss, tilting their heads to deepen it further.
Killian broke away, a small smile on his face as he leaned his forehead against hers closing his eyes,
"Emma, are you sure about this? I mean do you trust me with this?"
She was breathing heavily, she nodded without thinking, the man who killed to protect her, and the man who was willing to go up against the Dark One for her? How could she not trust him?
His hand went down to her undergarments, eyes trained on her face to make sure it was okay, eyes never leaving hers, she smiled reassuringly letting him know it was okay, slowly pulled them down, and when they were off he couldn't help but lean back and look at the gorgeous naked woman in his bed, not just a woman, a princess.
He was one a lucky pirate.
He smiled to himself, eyes scanning his Swan, his Swan,
"You're beautiful…" he whispered to her, he could see her blush a deep shade of red, and kissed both her cheeks.
"Don't be embarrassed love" she smiled and shook her head, she was nervous, he could feel it.
Slowly he trailed his right hand down her body, feeling the curves, the soft skin, he leant down to kiss her, slow and tender while his hand slipped between her soft blonde curls.
She gasped and her eyes widened, she looked up at him in surprise,
"Does that hurt?"
She shook her head, and pulled his head back down to kiss her, he stroked along her folds and found that she was already wet.
He couldn't help the moan that fell from his lips, she was so ready for him, how he wanted desperately to sink inside her and lose himself, but this was about her he reminded himself.
He found her bundle of nerves, he rubbed a finger gently over it, and she whimpered, her back arching and her hands finding his shoulders, eyes squeezing shut. His fingers slid backwards and forwards over it again and again, he could fell her body tense, moving his lips to a nipple and sucking and nipping at it.
One of her hands moved and firmly planted itself in his hair, pulling at it, her chest was rising up and down fast, her breaths were short and she tensed even more, he smiled into her skin and sped up his movements,
"Oh…oh…"
"That's it love, just let go for me" he encouraged,
"Oh, Gods"
He could feel she was close, and he couldn't help himself, he selfishly wanted to hear his name fall from her lips whilst she climaxed, he wanted her to know who was making her come undone.
"Emma, say my name please,"
He slipped one finger inside her, and then another, she was impossibly tight around his fingers he could only feel would it would be like to be inside her fully, he was still rubbing her sensitive nub, he could feel her start to shake, her walls fluttered around his fingers, she was close,
"Oh… Gods Killian…"
His name had never sounded better than rolling off her tongue when she was on the precipice of pleasure, her hips rocked up to meet his fingers, when her orgasm crashed over her, her back arched from the bed, eyes squeezing tightly shut,
She looked beautiful when she came, her hair flowing around her like a halo, eyes wide and bright. Her whole body on display to him curling around him, needing him, her pleasure was because of him.
"Killian"
"That's it Emma…"
He was wrong, his name sounded so much better when she said it whilst coming undone, not in the build-up. As she let go for him and feeling nothing but the pleasure he gave her and the only thing she could think of was him whispering her name to the growing dark, as the waves rolled over her and her walls were squeezing his fingers, he carried on his administrations until she had come back down to earth.
He slowly removed his fingers, he could see them glistening with her arousal, and he couldn't help himself, he raised them to his lips and tasted her, he moaned, she tasted delicious.
Meeting her gaze, she watched with heavy eyes as he licked his fingers, pulling him down for a kiss, he was shocked that she would want to, given that she could probably taste herself on his tongue, if it bothered her she never showed, in fact she even moaned, making Killian impossibly harder.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers,
"How was that princess?" Why was he so nervous? He knew exactly what he was doing but he felt as anxious as if it were his first time, he just wanted to please her.
"That was… Killian…" she trailed off, unable to find the words. "Does it feel like that every time?" her cheeks reddened with a blush, crawling down her chest,
He chuckled, "If you have a good lover, yes"
"Then you must be an excellent lover" she smiled and he chuckled again, burying her face into his chest, she looked down and saw his length straining against his leather trousers.
"That must be uncomfortable…" her hand brushing over the top of the leather containing his cock, his hand grabbing hers,
"Lass, not to worry, this was about you tonight, about your pleasure not mine." He smiled at her reassuringly, he found great pleasure in seeing hers.
She curled into his side, as he wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer to him, her hand reaching out to trace patterns on his skin feeling the coarse hair against her fingertips.
"Killian…" she whispered into the darkening room,
"Yes, Swan?" She could tell he was still uncomfortable which made her feel braver when she asked her next question,
"Will you take me?" Her voice didn't shake once and it surprised her greatly,
"Take you where?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at her, before his eyes went wide, his mouth forming a little 'O'.
"Princess- Swan, I can't. The Dark One-"
Emma sat up, one arm leaning on the bed and the other still splayed across his chest, she looked down at him and spoke firmly,
"Doesn't own me yet, and I'll be damned if I allow him to take this from me too, I want my first time to be with someone I trust, someone who I care for…" She lowered her eyes, she wasn't sure how he felt and she wasn't ready to tell him either.
"Swan…" Killian closed his eyes and blew out a sharp breath as Emma leaned across him to kiss just below his ear, tongue flicking out quickly to taste him, and she let out a moan.
"You're really going to be the death of me Swan." He groaned as his hand came up to her waist and he flipped them both so he was on top.
Emma's shaking hands dropped to his laces, but his stopped her first. She sighed in frustration, misunderstanding, thinking he was going to stop her altogether.
"Patience, love." He whispered against her lips as he kissed her again, this time it was more desperate, he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth and letting his tongue take control of Emma's.
His hand was in her hair, pulling it so he could get a better angle to kiss her. Her hands once again trailed down to his laces but he didn't stop her this time, just moved his lips from hers to her neck, kissing and sucking and biting her tender skin.
He loved hearing the noises she made because of him, because of what he does to her.
She managed to undo his laces with ease and quickly too, she started to push them downwards, when Killian's cock sprang free. Her eyes went wide when she saw how long and thick it was, she could feel Killian's laugh rumble through him,
"Don't worry lass, I'll be gentle." He stroked her face lightly to emphasise his point,
"But how will it fit?" She blurted out, red rushing to her cheeks in her embarrassment.
"Trust me love, I'll fit. Are you sure about this? You're a princess, do you really want to be defiled by a pirate?" he asked uncertainly, he still couldn't believe she wanted this, wanted him.
"Yes. And you're not defiling me, you're freeing me." She answered with no hesitation, her voice didn't waver and she pulled him down further by his shoulders.
He managed to slip his shoes off followed by his trousers before settling himself between Emma's thighs once more, he expected her to look more nervous, but she was calm and looking into his eyes.
"This is going to hurt Emma, I'm sorry." She shook her head and smiled up at him,
"I'll be okay." She reached up and rested her palm against his cheek, pulling him down for a sensual kiss,
His tongue worked against hers, as his cock slid against her wetness, coating it. He groaned into the kiss and pushed just the tip into her, he could feel her tense slightly and pulled out again, before pushing back in just as slow.
Emma gasped for breath as he pushed in again, only further this time, Killian moaned as the heat surrounded him, it felt wonderful Emma was so tight and so warm and he wanted nothing more than to slam into her and fuck her until he saw stars. But this was Emma, and he refused to hurt her like that, when he could feel her barrier he broke the kiss and looked her in the eye, she nodded, knowing what was coming next.
Killian snapped his hips forward, knowing it would be better to do it quickly, Emma gasped as Killian pushed his whole length in. His hand on the sheet balled up so tightly, he needed to move, could feel the tingle running up his spine, one that he hadn't felt in a long time and he longed to feel it again.
His focus was on Emma, to make sure she was okay, a small tear had escaped from one eye and was rolling down. Killian kissed it away with his lips,
"Are you okay love?" His voice was so filled with concern Emma couldn't help but smile and feel the little flutter of her heart.
"Yes… can you move?" She asked unsteadily, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist and raising her hips slightly to test herself,
Killian let out a hiss as he slipped deeper, she felt so good and he was trying to reign himself in, this wasn't some wench in a tavern, this was Emma.
He slowly pulled out of Emma's tight sheath and just as slowly pushed back in, Emma sucked in a breath. Her eyes going to his immediately, he could see the pain fade and being replaced with pleasure, he smiled almost to himself as he continued his rhythm.
After a few strokes the pain had completely faded, and she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning when she wanted more,
"Killian… faster…"
Killian almost came right there and then, his innocent princess begging to be fucked harder. He increased his pace and could feel himself coming close, but he refused, he wanted Emma to cum again, selfishly wanted to feel her lose herself around his cock.
His hand wandered down to where they were joined, finding her sensitive bud, using his fingers to rub it in tight little circles, he could feel her walls start to tense around him, had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cumming.
"Killian… oh, don't stop, please…" Emma's breaths were coming in short pants now, he could feel her walls even tighter around him as he relentlessly thrust into her, he leant down to whisper in her ear,
"Cum for me Emma."
That was all it took.
"Killian!"
She came tumbling down around him squeezing him tightly, she saw stars across her vision, she was clinging onto his shoulders. He was still driving into her over and over and it prolonged her orgasm, like waves on a beach each thrust brought more pleasure.
"Emma, I'm so close love" he whispered into her hair, his arm next to her head so he could support his weight.
She could feel Killian tensing above her, his grunts and groans telling her he was close, she bought his head down and kissed him with fervour.
Killian's thrusts sped up, pounding into her he was on the brink about to fall, he closed his eyes and his body tensed, he pulled out immediately,
"Emma, Emma, Emma" he chanted repeatedly, like a prayer, He felt the white hot heat all over his body, he felt the pleasure wash over him, releasing himself onto Emma's stomach.
Emma was wearing a sated grin, but what made his stomach clench was his seed spilt all over her stomach.
"Emma, I'm sorry, I just didn't want to get you with a bastard pirate's child." He sounded so guilty she couldn't help but laugh,
"Don't be, I find it rather… thrilling. I like it actually, your seed all over me, it's like you're marking your territory…"
He chuckled, got up blowing out all the candles except the one by the bed and reached for the cloth and warm water on the stand and wiped her stomach clean, laying a soft kiss to it, and laid back down next to her and pulled her close,
"So you're my territory now are you? Do I get to own your body?" he smirked
"We'll see," she laughed, trying to get away, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against his chest, she could feel his breath on her shoulder, as he kissed her back and up to her neck, he started sucking on her pulse point, he would probably leave another mark, but he didn't care, as she said, he was marking his territory. Her hand reached behind her head to twist into his hair, to pull him closer to her, she moaned and pushed back into him, making him groan too.
"You are a siren, lass, you tempt me too much."
"I told you to be patient, all things come to those who wait"
"If it means I get your body, I would wait a hundred lifetimes, love. We should get some sleep; it's going to be an early start tomorrow"
Emma groaned and rolling over burying her face in Killian's chest, while he laughed and reached up to cradle the back of her head, blowing out the last candle he burrowed down and brought the blankets up over both of them.
With their legs tangled together and Emma's head laying on his chest, Killian started to drift off to sleep, as he looked down at the beautiful woman lying in his arms, his last thought was terrifying.
The Dark One was right. I'm in love with her.
AN:/ Don't hate me…. It's my first sex scene I hope you found it okay!
I apologise again for the wait and promise I won't make you wait so long again,
As always, reviews are better than Killian's smile!
Till next time!
xx