"Please, please, please," Mary Margaret begged into the phone.

Emma rolled her eyes at the childlike tactics her own mother, a reformed bandit no less, was employing on her.

"Your father and I just really need a night out," she continued when her daughter didn't answer.

"Why, so you can go stargazing behind the Rabbit Hole again?" Emma taunted.

"Wh-, well...well you and Killian were out there stargazing too, if I remember correctly," her mother shot back.

Don't dish it if you can't take it, Emma chided herself, and she definitely couldn't take Mary Margaret poking around in her sex life. At least not since the curse had been lifted, and their relationship had literally changed forever.

"Fine, fine, I'll ask Henry if he can babysit for you guys tonight, but Killian and I are still going sailing," she told her mother.

"I already talked to Henry and he said he could use the money, something about wanting to take Violet somewhere nice. He also said you and Killian wouldn't be heartbroken about not having him there," her mom laughed at that last part.

Emma blushed at the thought of her son making a joke about her and Killian enjoying alone time. "That little smartass," she muttered, "alright, Killian and I will be back tomorrow, so Henry is staying at your place for the night."

"Thanks! I owe you," Mary Margaret responded with gratitude clear in her voice.

"Henry doesn't need a sitter anymore, what will you owe me?" Emma laughed.

"You'll have another little one at some point, love you, bye!" Mary Margaret hung up the phone before Emma had a chance to speak.

Emma stared off blankly, having no response or quip, opening and closing her mouth resembling a fish out of water. Would they have a baby one day, she wondered, it was definitely too much to wrap her mind around right now. She jumped as her phone went off in her ear where she was still holding it, effectively breaking her train of thought.

She pulled the phone from her ear to see who was texting. A smile lit up her face when she saw the name. Killian had mastered the talking phone quite quickly once he'd had a chance to sit down and work at it without distraction. As a result, he was constantly reprogramming his information in her phone. Apparently he was now The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain, and he'd taken a shirtless selfie for his contact photo.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain : It seems your parents are in dire need of Henry's service's tonight.

E: It seems as though my parents tag teamed us. I just got a desperate call from my mom with the same request.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain : Perhaps we can reschedule sailing then?

E: No.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain : No?

E: You and I are still going.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain : Meet you at 4?

E: Yes, please grab the overnight bag, it's sitting on our bed, then we can leave straight from the station.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain : Aye love, see you in a bit.

Emma hung up her phone glancing at the clock to see it was 2:30. She needed to buckle down if she was going to get through her paperwork.

Killian slipped his phone into his pocket, smiling to himself at this little turn of events. It wasn't that he didn't want the lad around, on the contrary he loved his company. At the same time he wasn't going to complain about having an evening alone with his Swan.

He set about straightening up their home, that way Emma would come home to a clean house tomorrow. He went upstairs to add his things into the overnight bag, spotting it immediately as he entered their room. His eyes narrowed at the bag she'd packed on the bed.

K: I know you do not expect me to traverse the streets with this dreadfully bright pink bag, love.

He snickered at the name as her reply came in

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain's True Love: There are other bags in the closet, although I think that color would really pop with your outfit

K: Very funny. By the way what is Victoria's secret anyhow? I see it plastered on all those little pink bags, now it's on your tote as well. It must be a big one to display it everywhere.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain's True Love: I'll show you Victoria's secret

tonight

Killian looked skeptically at his phone, how could Victoria's secret be on the Jolly, he mused. He decided to take the damned pink bag in case it was needed to divulge this alluring secret.

K: Fair enough, I'm on my way now darling.

The Devilishly Handsome Pirate Captain's True Love: I'm ready

Emma shut down her computer, chuckling as she cleared her desk of the files she'd been pouring over. She fully intended to show him some Victoria's secret tonight, now that it had become a private rendezvous. She pulled on her newest and now favorite leather jacket, claiming that the black suited her best. Emma fooled no one though, her family knew the real reason she loved it so much was because Killian had given it to her. Turning off the lights, she departed the station, locking the doors behind her. Her heart skittered in her chest when she turned around to see her lover walking toward her, tight black jeans, a blue button up, black waistcoat and her bright pink bag slung over his shoulder. He was a vision that she wasn't sure she'd ever stop marveling over.

"Good afternoon, milady," he greeted with a small bow and a radiant smile on his lips.

Emma loved those smiles, the smiles that made his eyes crinkle at the corners, signaling a deeply rooted jubilation. She couldn't say she didn't feel the same way, this was the most joy she'd experienced in her life. She had her family, and her true love, and all of them out of danger for the moment. Instead of answering him, she propelled herself into his embrace.

"I love you," she told him affectionately. Reaching up to her tiptoes she placed a loud kiss to each of his dimples.

"I love you too," he chuckled at her overzealous greeting, "I thought you didn't like public affection, dearest."

"There's a time and place for everything," she answered, a beaming smile of her own gracing her face at his obvious elation over her PDA, "and right here, right now is the right time and place."

Smiling at her, he took her hand and started to lead the way to her bug.

"Do we need to stop at the store for food?"

"Already taken care of," he answered proudly, "tonight I've prepared dinner for you."

Hopping into the bug, they headed straight to the marina. It was busier than normal, several families having taken advantage of the clear day. Fishermen lined the pier, and seagulls waited anxiously for a chance to steal away with someone's catch of the day.

"Do you want me to carry the dreadfully bright pink tote?" she asked, leaning into the back seat to grab it. Emma took her jacket off and stuffed it into the tote, as it was an unusually warm and muggy afternoon along Maine's coast.

"Of course not, how would it look if I let you do all the work?" he spoke as though it were the most preposterous idea that she carry anything. He lifted the bag from her grasp, deftly swinging it over his head and shoulder.

"I'm a female, not an invalid," she shot back, rolling her eyes at his over the top sense of chivalry.

"And I am a gentleman, not a scoundrel," Killian countered, eyebrow raised in challenge.

"Umm, yes you are a gentleman," she agreed. Circling around the car she stepped right into his personal space, "And you're my scoundrel."

"Too true, dearest," he acquiesced, leaning down to plant a chaste peck to her lips. "Shall we?" he offered his crooked arm.

"We shall," Emma accepted, looping her arm through his. The two walked down to where the Jolly was moored, quietly bantering back and forth over the merits and faults (none if you asked Killian), of chivalry.

Arriving at the plank to the Jolly Roger, Killian stepped up then turned around and offered Emma his hand.

Rolling her eyes, she took his hand and lifted herself onto the plank.

"Why does it pain you so to let me treat you as the precious treasure you are?" he asked.

"Precious," Emma snorted, "I am not precious."

"You are to me, darling." Then without further ceremony, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, securing her legs with his hooked arm, and giving her ass a firm smack.

Emma squealed loudly at her sudden loss of gravity. She sucked in an indignant breath when she felt him smack her butt. "You put me down right this instant, Killian Jones," she demanded, pinching his toned cheeks.

"Well you scoffed at the gentlemen, so now you've got the scoundrel," he laughed out, effortlessly walking them onto the deck of the Jolly Roger.

Bending forward he deposited her on her feet, then before giving her a chance to spout off at the mouth, he covered it with his, kissing her senseless. "I love it when you're feisty, Swan," he teased.

"I'll show you feisty," she mock threatened him.

Raising hand and hook in surrender, he gave her his most dashing smile, "Promise?"

"You're incorrigible!" she exclaimed.

"I try, now how about I navigate us to somewhere more private," he suggested, handing her the bag, "and you go put the Captain's Quarters to rights, woman!"

Emma burst into laughter at his attempt to be less than courteous, "You are ridiculous!" she got out through her laughter, snatching the bag from his hook. She turned around to walk below deck when she felt him spin her back toward him. He looked into her eyes, and all she could see was a fierce love burning in his expression before he kissed her once more. She moaned when she felt his tongue trace along her lips, his hand caressing down her back to cup her behind. Opening to him, Emma moaned again as their tongues connected, she felt her body responding to his attentions. Pulling back, she rested her forehead to his, "Better set sail Captain, or we're never getting out of here," she whispered ardently.

Squeezing her rounded derriere, he pressed a single kiss to her lips, "Too right, love."

Emma watched him strut to the helm, and a palpable sense of want ran through her body. She shivered in anticipation of what tonight held in store. Walking below to his quarters in a dreamlike state, she was jolted to the present when she opened the door to a completely different room. She was stunned at the changes he'd made. Although most of the furnishings were the same, the trappings were all new. A bigger bed had replaced the twin-sized mattress, and was fitted with crisp white sheets that peeked out from under a plush looking black, white, and gray comforter. Along the head of the bed were the two fluffiest pillows Emma had ever seen, and in front of those were an array of throw pillows varying in design from geometric to floral patterns. The windows were dressed with curtains to match the bedding. Candles adorned several surfaces, lending a jasmine scent to the room. The table had been pushed to a corner allowing for two to sit and dine. The desk was clear of clutter, only an ancient looking map gracing the top. His shelves were lined with the many treasures, artifacts, and knick knacks he had acquired during his long life.

Emma inhaled deeply, a deep sense of love and comfort engulfed her, she knew exactly why Killian had done this. He wanted her to feel at home, as he did, he was making a new start with her. For them. His effort warmed her heart and simultaneously overwhelmed her, she felt her eyes brim with tears. She'd never experienced a love so pure and devoted, not one of the families whose care she'd been in, not her first romance, no one had ever loved her as Killian loved her. She shook her head at the silliness of tears when all she felt was elated, a small laugh escaped her, coming out more as a broken sob. Bringing both hands to her face, she wiped her tears away, and drew in a calming breath. Emma walked to the bed and had a seat, placing the bag next to her, she absorbed the peaceful vibe in their room. She felt the gentle sway as the ship rocked to life, creaking here and there as her Captain guided her out toward the horizon. Emma laid down on the soft comforter, enjoying the glide of the ship over the water.

Above deck Killian set the course, planning to sail far enough to have some privacy, and close enough that they could be reached by phone should they be needed. Wondering what was taking Emma so long, he headed below to see what she was up to. Opening the door to the cabin he saw that she was fast asleep, perched at the edge of the bed, legs still dangling over the side. He decided to let her get some well deserved rest, scooting her up the bed, removing her boots and covering her with the comforter. He looked around the room and decided that the new look was complete now that his Swan was gracing it with her presence. He decided to go get their supper ready, so everything would be prepared when she woke.

Emma woke up, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead, it was a bit hot all snuggled into the comforter. "Oh shit," she cursed quietly. She'd been so comfortable she'd knocked out, looking at her phone she discovered it was a little past six, she'd slept for over an hour. Jumping out of bed she took notice of her sock clad feet, turning back to the bed, she realized Killian must have come and tucked her in. Smiling to herself she opened up her tote and took out their belongings to put everything into the drawers lining the bed. Emma took her hair down letting it fan out around her, the humidity causing it to curl slightly. She changed quickly, then headed top side. The sky was dusk tinted, the cloud cover that had rolled in adding to the muted tone of the sky. It was still muggy out, but it had cooled down a bit. There were a couple lanterns lit, casting a muted light on the deck, and up toward the helm where her dashing pirate stood. There wasn't a place he looked more in his element, than when he was manning the helm of the Jolly Roger.

She started at his boot covered feet and let her eyes wander the expanse of his body. Emma delighted in watching his strong legs, currently covered by those delectable black jeans of his, when he was pumping into her, enjoying the flex and stretch of the muscles. Letting her eyes roam upward to his bare waist and abs she remembered how she'd clutched at his midsection while he was poised in concentration over her, the rippling muscles rolling under her ogled his chest next, god his chest, a remarkable example of perfection, toned, tanned, and just the right amount of chest hair for Emma to run her hands through, and graze her breasts across. When she finally laid eyes on his devastatingly gorgeous face, he was looking at her so intensely she could feel the mood shift in the air. Her body was calling out for his, heart beating quickly, stomach tensed in anticipation, and her core tingling with desire.

He watched as she walked across the deck of the Jolly, barefoot and clad in a short, black silk robe. She was a vision, her hair flowing down her back in wavy curls, perusing every inch of him, an expression of want clear on her face, as she nipped at her bottom lip fervently. The black silk concealing her comely breasts did little to negate his need to feel and taste them, and her long legs exposed to mid thigh, sashaying toward him were making his trousers a bit tighter.

"Darling, you look tantalizing," he spoke reverently, holding his hand out to pull her close.

"Sorry I fell asleep," she apologized.

"There is no need to apologize love, you deserve to rest," he answered as re ran his hand through her silky locks. "Gorgeous," he murmured, "come here." Killian kissed her lightly, then guided her in front of him, putting her hands at the helm. He leaned his chest into her back, inhaling her scent.

Emma had grabbed the wheel where Killian directed her hands, then felt him press his front to her back. She sighed at the full body contact, feeling his arms encircle her waist. Shivering when he exhaled against her neck, she craned her head to the side, encouraging him to indulge on her exposed skin. She wasn't disappointed as he read her intent and immediately closed in on her pulse point. Emma let out little whines of pleasure as he moved along her neck, switching between sucking and soothing.

Killian delighted in the noises she was making, and the way her breathing sped up at his attention. As much as he wanted to thrust into her from behind, he'd dreamt of taking his Swan against the helm, and he planned to savor it.

But first, "Are you hungry, Swan? I've prepared a harvest cobb salad for this evening."

"Mmmm, I'm starving, but not for salad," she murmured, leaning back further into him.

"I'm sorry, darling, that's all I've brought for dinner, unless you'd like tomorrow's breakfast tonight?" he suggested, slightly put out that she didn't want what he'd made.

"Let me reclarify babe, I'm not hungry for any food," a seductive tone coloring her voice.

"You're a very naughty princess, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she needled.

"You know I would," he purred into her ear.

Emma laughed at his response, until she felt his needy lips latch onto that spot behind her ear. He was going to leave a mark, but she couldn't be bothered to care, her sole focus the way that his touch was shooting straight to her core.

"Do you remember when I told you about my fantasy to have you up against this helm darling?" he questioned in a gruff voice.

Emma's mind went into overdrive as she remembered the night Killian had vividly painted a scene so erotic, she'd started pleasuring herself before he was done detailing his desires. "Yes," she moaned out, remembering what the sight of Killian firmly stroking his cock had done to her. "Yes, I remember." She rubbed her backside against his erection longing to have him inside her.

"Good," he breathed into her ear. He pulled away from her abruptly and spun her around. He kissed her hard, plundering her mouth with his tongue, a frenzied clash of teeth and lips. Reaching between them he untied her robe, his hand smoothed across the skin of her belly then circumnavigated to her back, the feeling of her bare skin still affecting him as though he were a young inexperienced lad. He grew impossibly harder as he continued to caress her skin, her back, her torso, then the globes of her pert arse. He squeezed her left cheek and nudged her against his erection. The brush of her body against his had him cursing.

"Take the robe off, darling."

Emma hastily shed the garment.

"Now, hold on here," he directed as she leaned her back against the helm.

She lifted her arms to grip the handles that were now behind her. Her body was thrumming with the need for his touch as he admired her body, legs spread, arms poised, and hands clamped to the handles to keep her upright.

"This is new," he stated more than asked, tracing his finger along the edge of her jade colored lace bra, the color matched her eyes. He ghosted the same finger down the valley between her breasts and downward to the waistline of the matching thong. Her body shook against the feather light touches.

"These knickers cannot possibly serve a functional purpose other than to drive me mad as I inevitably spend future days imagining these under your clothes," he admonished, looking at her with a dark desire.

Emma gulped at the thought of Killian imagining her while he was by himself. She was usually more of a bikini cut and boy cut panties kind of girl, but she'd wanted to try something new. His reaction told her she'd chosen wisely.

He slid his finger over the outside of the lacy material until he reached the warmth of her core. Pushing the fabric aside he ran two fingers through her folds, he delighted in the way she jerked against his touch. "I've been dreaming about taking you up against my helm since Neverland," he growled, gathering her slick arousal on his fingers and ghosting them over her clit. "Fuck, you are soaked," he uttered salaciously.

His fingers delicately manipulating her were almost enough to set her off as she was already so turned on. Emma longed to run her hands over his chest, to touch him, but she kept her hands where he'd asked her to. She watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked at them, "God, Killian touch me," she keened. Then she heard his gravelly voice, "Emma, you taste divine, may I?" She watched as he got down on his knees, bringing hand and hook to her panties. "Yes, yes please," she begged letting her head drop back against the helm. He slowly dragged them down her legs.

"Gods above, what have you done?" he asked incredulously.

"What?" Emma asked in confusion, lifting her head off the wheel to peer down at him. He was staring wide eyed at her newly waxed region. "Oh, do you like it?" she asked quietly.

"It's beautiful love, but why?" he asked looking up at her.

"Something new," she responded. "I thought you might appreciate the way it...feels...you know, when you're down there," she blushed, embarrassment coloring her small voice. Although how she could find even an ounce of shyness, being bared before him while shamelessly clutching to the handles of the helm was a mystery.

Killian nosed at her bare center, breathing in her sweet smell. Tilting her forward by her thighs he flattened his tongue to lick softly along the length of her core. He enjoyed the way her wetness coated his tongue, taking all she offered. He swallowed before hardening his tongue to a point and flicking it out against her bundle of nerves. Killian sucked her bud into his mouth and drove two fingers into her tight channel. Her moans of pleasure had him stiffening, his desire to rut into her flooding his mind. Knowing exactly what Emma wanted and needed, he worked skillful circles over her clit with his tongue, while driving into her with his fingers, curling them against her swollen walls.

"That feels so good, make me come, Killian," she supplicated. "I love coming on your tongue," she continued, her voice broken by stuttered breathing as she fought to stay upright. Many sensations buzzed through Emma, her bones felt weightless, and her legs were going numb. Her arms were burning in protest of holding her weight up as he brought her to the brink. The sensation she focused on though, was pulsing deep in her core.

Killian felt her entire body tense up, as her moans became breathier and higher in pitch. He suckled at her bud firmly once more, and finally felt her let go, her body going slack. A pleasure tinged sigh escaped Emma as he tried to bring her through without overstimulating her nerves. Killian stood up, steadying her with his hand and hook on her hips. "Put your arms around me, I've got you," he whispered.

Emma felt as if she'd run a marathon, his thorough ministrations exhausting her body. She'd tensed for so long, her muscles were jumpy under her skin. She heeded his words and circled her arms around his neck, fully resting against his strong body.

"Let me take you to bed, love," he coaxed, brushing her sweat glossed hair away from her forehead.

Emma shook her head weakly, not speaking yet.

Killian chuckled at his stubborn princess. He started to pick her up to carry her down to bed, but she protested again.

"No, I just need a minute to get some of the feeling back into my arms and legs," she explained. "Killian, I've fantasized about you taking me up against this helm as long as you have," she continued, a lascivious quirk to her eyebrow.

"Is that so," he murmured, tightening his hold around her waist.

"Yes, Captain," she purred in that tone that drove him insane, "ever since watching you effortlessly navigate this vessel, I've wanted you to handle me with that same precision and reckless abandon."

"Far be it from me to deny a lovely lass what she wants," he complied.

"That's more like it, pirate," she praised. She let go of his neck and brought her hands to the waistband of his jeans, giving him a tug in her direction. "As long as that lass is me," she whispered letting her territorial side show through. Leaning into him for a kiss, Emma nibbled his bottom lip, the way she knew he liked. She tugged gently at his lip with her teeth, seeking more. Almost immediately she felt what she wanted as his warm tongue met her lips. She moaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet arousal. As they both opened fully to the kiss, she dexterously unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his jeans.

Killian felt relief as she carefully unzipped him. Bringing his hand to her head to guide her more firmly to his mouth, he groaned when he felt her warm hands pushing his trousers down his hips, finally freeing him from his confines.

Emma felt his firm erection spring out against her belly. "Mmmm no briefs tonight, babe?"

"It's just one more dastardly layer between us."

"I'm not complaining," Emma giggled. "Now get rid of the pants."

Killian made haste in removing his pants and boots, eager to get back to her.

"This," she said, cupping her lace clad breasts, "is Victoria's Secret."

Killian gulped as she massaged her breasts through the flimsy fabric. His tongue trailing along his lower lip at the sight of her stiffening peaks.

"I don't know any Victoria, love, this is all Emma," he babbled, hypnotized by the sight of her.

"Not these," she squeezed her breasts, "this," she quickly unfastened the bra and tossed it to him. "It's a place to buy lingerie"

"I do admire this merchant of such finery, perhaps you'll take me one day so I can lavish you with more of this lingerie?" he asked.

She nodded her head, smiling at his enthusiasm. Then she reached for his hand and brought it to her breast, working her fingers over his, once he'd snapped back into motion, she guided his face to her other breast, needing his mouth at her other peak, leaving her hand to run through his hair. Enjoying the pleasure coursing from her nipples down to her core, she could feel her arousal coating her thighs as she rubbed them together desperate for friction. Reaching out for him she wrapped her hand around his thick length, marveling at the contrast between the tender skin that covered his rock hard erection.

When he felt her hand wrap around his shaft, his mouth clamped down around her harder than he intended, eliciting a pleasure filled gasp from Emma as she threw her head back letting the sensation control her body. He growled when she tightened her hand in his hair, just this side of rough.

"Again," she moaned, slowly stroking him.

Killian bit down on her nipple again, tweaking the other with his fingers. He continued to worship her breasts, getting off on her pleas for more and her desperate moans.

"Emma, I want to be buried in you, let me fuck you, darling?"

She didn't answer, instead turning around to face the helm, she gripped two of the handles, and presented herself to him, legs spread.

"Bloody Hell," he muttered. Coming up behind her he pressed himself to her body, wrapping his hooked arm around her waist, and his right arm over her shoulder and across her chest. His arm laid perfectly between her breasts so that he could splay his hand over her toned stomach.

Emma could feel his erection pressing against her ass as he encompassed her body from behind. When his lips latched onto her neck kissing her sensually she couldn't help the grind of her hips. She turned her head to catch his lips with hers.

They kissed until they were breathless, Emma's head leaned back on his shoulder. Slowly writhing against each other, Killian let hand and hook explore her skin. Both were lost in the intoxicating touch of the other.

Letting go of the hold he had around her Killian gripped her hips, "Are you ready for me," he whispered warmly against the shell of the ear.

"Fuck me," she implored, tightening her grip on the spokes in anticipation.

Leaving his hook at her left hip, he lined himself up to slide into her. Killian moaned at the heat he could feel as his tip nudged her opening. Bringing his hand back to her other hip, he slowly filled her, her wetness allowing him to glide into her smoothly. The caress of her tight channel as she adjusted around him had him squeezing at her hip roughly, "Gods you feel bloody marvelous like this, Emma."

Hearing the reverence in his timbre, a shiver ran through her body, Emma loved it when he talked to her while he made love to her. Whether his words were curses, praises, loving, or downright filthy, she loved it. She pushed forward against his hook, the sensation of pain and pleasure as it pierced her skin causing her to yelp, then she slammed back into him urging him to move.

Her dirty move communicated her need to be fucked; he withdrew to his tip then drove back into her.

"Yes," she said with excitement in her voice, "just like that." She clung onto the sturdy helm, waiting and wanting him to ride her to oblivion.

"Does my cock feel good filling you?" he purred. He pumped deeply several more times, but when she didn't respond he eased up, leisurely sliding in and out of her. When he felt her grind herself onto his cock again, he repeated his question, following with a hard thrust.

"Yes," she cried out, "yes it feels so good, Killian."

He sped up his motion, alternating between deep and shallow passes, though he thrusted just as hard each time. The friction against her walls, and the bounce of her arse against his abdomen was heavenly. Even as his hand gripped her hip, he ran his thumb over the delicious curve or her rounded derriere. "Mmmmm I love your backside, darling, it is a vision watching my cock disappear between your cheeks. Maybe one day you'll let me claim your arse," he murmured. All he heard in response was her moan of pleasure.

Emma could feel the pressure of her climax coiling in her back, and low in her belly. The way he was pounding into her so roughly had her body thrumming, she could feel the same palpitation of her heart in her throbbing clit. Releasing the handle from her grip, she quickly grabbed his hand bringing it to her pulsing center. Placing her hand back to maintain her balance, she held on tight relishing the onslaught of bliss she knew was coming.

Killian understood right away. Slicking three fingers with her arousal that covered his cock and her thighs, he applied an even pressure to her nub and delicately massaged at her soft flesh. "Is that better, darling?" He took the instantaneous flutter of her walls against his length as answer enough.

The wet slide and accuracy that he ravished on her clit had her bracing for her climax. She could feel the pressure starting to spiral out, taking over all coherence. The sensation of pure ecstasy as her walls contracted around his cock, and the tingling flecks of gratification in her core had her panting out his name into the evening sky that surrounded them.

"Emma!" he called out as his orgasm surged through him. Hitting deep, he let go spilling his release inside her, he continued to pump lightly enjoying the slickness of their combined release. Her walls spasmed around his cock, as the little aftershocks continued to flow through her, causing him to grunt as his tip became oversensitive. He pulled out of her, and rested his hand and hook at the helm effectively covering her with his body.

Emma had already leaned into the helm, when she felt his body against hers, she felt his love channeling through every spot they were joined in. He snuggled his chin into the crook of her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her jawline, "You're like a cat," she giggled, "rubbing all over me and positively purring with delight."

He hummed into her ear, "Mmhmm, whatever you say, Swan, I just enjoy a little post coital bliss is all. Would you rather I just roll over and fall asleep like some of the imbeciles portrayed in what passes as this realm's entertainment?"

"Awwww, of course not babe," she soothed, turning around in his arms to embrace him around his waist. She kissed him tenderly, pressing her body against him, "I can do post coital bliss."

"That's what I thought," he said as though he'd won a battle.

"I just forget sometimes that Captain Hook is such a snuggle bunny," she smiled, booping his nose.

He narrowed his eyes at her, then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as he had earlier that evening, "I'll show you snuggle bunny," he menaced.

Emma cracked up, which was a little strained as her stomach currently had a shoulder in it. "Is that a threat?" she laughed out, teasing him.

"A promise," he corrected, heading below deck.

Eventually they ate their dinner, if for no other reason than to replenish the calories they were burning.

Making love well into the early morning, they took advantage of the unrestricted privacy. Killian also made good on his promise to 'show her snuggle bunny', content to let her hold him in her arms as they drifted to sleep.