Emma shifted restlessly in the front seat of Killian's car as they made the trip to her place. Part of her was all anticipation to have Killian again, the other part of her was sheer nerves. She'd never invited a man to her place. She wasn't a cuddle after kind of girl, and she didn't want to deal with the awkwardness of literally kicking a man out of her bed, house, and life. With Killian though she found that she was actually more worried that he would leave right after, which had her baffled. Since when did she give a flying fuck about post-coital bliss. Emma Swan's definition of post-coital bliss had always been sneaking off into the darkness of night after the guy had passed out in his own bed, going home to her apartment, grabbing cold pizza out of the fridge, and watching Netflix in peace.

"Penny for your thoughts, love?" Killian interrupted her musings.

"It'll cost ya more than that," she answered, side stepping his question.

Killian chuckled at her stealthy maneuvering, a forthright communicator she was not. He pulled into her driveway, put the car in park and turned to her. "Do you still want me to come in?"

"What kind of question is that?" Emma asked sharply. "Do you want to come in?" Her voice was a little more shrill than she'd intended. But was he really asking this?

"Aye," he answered scratching behind his ear. "I didn't want to assume is all, a gentleman always-"

"Gentleman?" she scoffed. "Need I remind you how this all started?"

"No, love, you do not. I am fully aware of the sordid details." Killian hopped out of the car and went around to open her door for her, he scooped her hand into his to help her out of the low seat. "See? Gentleman."

Emma rolled her eyes playfully, "If it means that much to you, Jones. Yes, you are quite the gentleman."

"Why thank you, darling," he accepted, about as far from humbly as he could, while escorting her to the door.

Emma unlocked her door and they both entered. When she offered him something to drink, the look he'd given her let her know there was only one thing he wanted, and it was not a drink.

"Wait here until I call you back," she told him. Emma hurried off to her room to get a little more comfy.

Killian sat on the couch and rubbed his hands back and forth on his thighs anxiously. She was going to ask him what he'd wanted before they left. He was nervous as hell now that it wasn't something that had sprung spontaneously to his mind. Maybe he should've taken her up on that drink. Just as his trepidation was starting to swallow him whole he heard her softly call him. Inhaling deeply he stood up to go to her, what kind of fool would he be to keep Emma Swan waiting. Pushing the door open and seeing the sight that greeted him had him questioning how he'd gotten so lucky.

Emma sat on her bed propped up against the headboard and she beckoned him forth with a crook of her finger. Instead of putting on her sexiest lingerie, she'd opted to go with comfortable. She was comfortable with Killian Jones, with dating him, having him in her bed, even with communicating with him. It was a shock to her, but she was going to roll with it, not fight it.

He was suddenly hungrier than he'd ever been in his life, starved for this woman. She was wearing a simple white tank top and pair of worn flannel pajama shorts, and he didn't think he'd ever seen her look so at home, relaxed, and content. "You look gorgeous, Emma," he said in a tone that was so honest and affectionate it almost scared him.

She blushed at his praise, "Why don't you get comfortable?" She watched Killian remove his shoes and jacket. He started to climb up on the bed, but she stopped him with a gentle tsk. "Comfortable, Jones. Lose the clothes."

He reached behind his ear and rubbed uneasily, fuck it, he thought. Killian gazed at Emma as he unbuttoned his shirt, and smiled devilishly when she licked her lips. Her eyes darkened and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth sending waves of desire straight to his hardening his cock. He hooked his thumb into the waist of his jeans and pulled down exposing more of his pelvic muscle. Chuckling when he heard her sharp intake of air, he deliberately gripped himself before popping the button of his jeans.

Emma squirmed on the bed as warmth centered low. He was too damn sexy for his own good. Her breathing picked up as he slid his jeans off and stood before her in black boxer briefs and a raging hard on. She didn't know if she wanted to lick and suck every inch of his hard body, suck his cock, or ride him to within an inch of his life. She was sure there would be time for each, she just didn't know which to start with. "Get over here," she commanded in a gravelly tone. A plan was forming in her mind.

Killian hopped up on the bed to lay down next to her. "Yes, princess?"

Emma promptly jumped him, straddling his waist and pinning his hips to the bed with hers. Taking his mouth in a wild kiss, she rubbed herself against him, and moaned into his mouth. "I had a great time tonight, Killian, are you ready for some more fun?"

"Gods, Swan, I can feel how warm you are for me," he growled bucking up into her heat. "Is this all you want me for, my cock?"

Emma whimpered in response to his lewd words, the way he said cock had her clenching her thighs. "No, Jones, I want all of you," she answered truthfully. It wasn't all she wanted him for, but it was what she wanted him for right now.

Killian let her rub manically against him, getting lost in the warmth of her grinding over him, her moans of pleasure, and the look of sheer ecstasy on her face as she rocked the both toward completion. "Swan-" he started to protest, but then decided he didn't even care if she made him come like this, he'd no doubt she'd have him hard and wanting again without issue. "That's it love, take me with you."

Remembering her plan she continued seeking glorious friction as she started to kiss her way down his neck and to his chest. He bucked hard when she swirled her tongue around his nipple and sucked it into her mouth. "Someone likes nipple play," she giggled.

He groaned, then tweaked her nipple, taking pride in the way she immediately sought friction with her core when he touched her there, "Just as you do." Emma bit down on his nipple, sending a jolt to his dick. "So frisky, Swan, I want more" Killian encouraged. His hands cupped her ass urging her to continue, "More," he growled. When she stopped abruptly his eyes flew to hers.

Emma almost cursed herself as she struggled to keep from dry humping them both to completion. She had a mission though, after a couple of calming breaths she met his desperate expression. "Soon enough, Jones, but first, you promised me something."

"Anything, name it."

"Tell me what were you going to ask me before we left for dinner?"

Killian knew he was already flush with desire, but he wasn't sure how much redder he'd just gotten. He had promised her. But some things were better said at only the right moment.

When he didn't answer she she removed her weight from him, she was on her knees which were still planted on either side of his legs, but she wasn't providing any of the contact she had been. "You promised, Jones," she reminded in a sing song voice.

"That I did, lass," he answered. He sat up and agilely, lifted her, then placed her beside him. He laid back down and gestured for her to lay in his arm. Pulling her close, Killian placed his free hand on her cheek then leaned in to kiss her. He started softly, reverently, stroking the apple of her cheek with his thumb. He pressed his forehead to hers and begrudgingly broke their kiss. Taking one deep breath, he decided to go for it. "May I make love to you, Emma?" Killian asked softly.

She didn't answer, but the look on her face told him she was confused.

"What I mean to say is, we've tasted, touched, fucked hard, aye?" Killian waited for her to respond which came in the form of her nodding her head while still looking quite confused. "I don't want hard and fast right now, I want you to let me make love to you. You're somewhat of an open book, and I know the thought of intimacy, other than physical, scares the hell out of you. I don't know what happened to you, and I don't expect you to tell me, but I do want you to know, I don't intend to hurt you."

Despite her relaxed state Emma felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. How did he do that? she marveled. The constriction in her chest and the tears at the corner of her eyes belied her actual mood. It warmed her that he seemed to know her so well. This was uncharted territory, normally something like this would send her running for the hills.

"Relax Emma, I'm sorry I said anything," Killian apologized when her eyes turned as big as saucers. Christ, he hadn't intended to make her cry. He sat up resting his back on the headboard, waiting to see if she was going to run, or rather kick him out, it was her bedroom after all.

"Uh-uh, no way, you can't just say something like that and then pretend like you didn't say it, or like it doesn't mean anything!" Emma placed her hand on his cheek as he'd turned his head away from hers, intent on not making eye contact. "Killian, please look at me." When he didn't she decided to challenge him a bit. "Hey, I thought you said I was an open book?" Emma applauded herself when he looked at her with narrowed eyes.

He looked at her, unsure of where she was going with this. "Aye, and right now I'm pretty sure your eyes just told me I opened my bloody mouth way too early."

"Pretty sure?" she snorted still caressing his stubbled cheek. They were sitting almost naked in her bed, she hadn't made an attempt to get up and leave, or throw him out, he needed to work on his reading skills.

He cocked an eyebrow waiting for her to explain.

"I guess you need a lesson or two in reading Emma then, Jones," she deadpanned.

"Well then, enlighten me, love. Tell me, what do fear and horror translate to in Emmanese?"

"First off, it is not Emmanese, it's Emmish. Next, that was so not fear or horror, it was total and utter shock."

"You're shocked that I want to…" he trailed off. The words just didn't have the same feeling outside the heat of the moment, and he felt the burn in his cheeks again.

Emma took pity on him and quickly moved so she was straddling him again, face to face, eyes locked. "No, I'm not shocked that you want to make love to me, Killian. I want that too, I-"

"You do?" he interrupted.

Emma put one hand on his cheek, and the pointer finger of her other hand to his lips silencing him. "Don't interrupt, it's not often I use my words, but you're kind of… special to me, so I'm going to try something new… it's called trust."

Killian smiled under her finger and nodded his head once.

"I was shocked that you read me so clearly; that you could see why I'm insecure with emotional intimacy, that it stems from something that happened to me. There are people I've known for years that don't see what you see, and they were there for the fallout." Emma removed her finger from his lips letting him know he could speak now.

"I stand corrected, darling, apolo-"

"No apologies. If we are going to give this thing a real shot, we have to communicate." Emma leaned her forehead to his. "And in case you can't read me, I want to give this thing a real shot," she teased.

"Aye, love, me too," Killian's answering smile was almost blinding.

"Make love to me, Killian," she whispered, still sitting astride his lap. She locked her lips with his, opening her mouth in invitation. She sighed when his tongue slowly caressed hers.

He flipped them over so he was on top of her and gazed down into her excited eyes. "As you wish." He ran his hands along her sides, from hips to breasts, pushing up her tank top as he went. Pulling it over her head and tossing it aside, he set to teasing her nipples to tight peaks, enjoying her little gasps of pleasure. "Bloody brilliant," he said reverently. He tore his gaze from her waiting body to look into her eyes again, and when blue met green he felt that same overwhelming connection he'd experienced the first time he'd laid eyes on her.

Emma moaned when Killian leaned back in to lavish kisses on the sensitive skin of her jaw. His hands were magical, and she felt the loss as soon as he no longer massaged her breasts. Soon enough though they'd slipped into her shorts so he could grip her hips. "You gonna take them off or what?" she giggled.

"Somebody's getting impatient," he chuckled, then acquiesced by nimbly pulling both her shorts and panties from her lean legs. It did not escape Killian's notice just how flexible she was in bringing her knees to her chest so he could get her naked. He took her ankles and placed them at his shoulders then slowly caressed the expanse of her thighs on down. "I love your ass, Swan," he praised while rubbing and kneading at her firm cheeks.

"I want you, Killian," she whined. Removing her legs from his shoulders she wrapped them around his waist and tugged him toward her. He fell over her, placing a hand on each side of her head. She mapped every inch of his body, starting with his chest. The coarse hair over his pecs sent a shiver down her spine, following the trail down his abs she took a moment to admire his taut abs. Finally reaching what she wanted, she curled her fingers into his waistband, "May I?" When he nodded she pulled them out over his straining erection and pushed them down his legs as far as she could reach, then let him kick them off the rest of the way. Wrapping her hand around his dick she gave him a firm squeeze before stroking him up and down.

Killian placed his hand over Emma's and allowed her to stroke him a few more times before removing her hand and pinning it up over her head. He settled between her creamy thighs letting his cock rest heavily against her folds.

"Oh fuck," Emma moaned as Killian started grinding on her clit. "More babe, let me feel you."

Still holding her hand above her head he kissed her again. Palming her breast in his other hand he slipped back and forth through her her soaked core.

"I need you, Killian," she keened.

He proceeded to drive her mad, wreaking havoc on all her erogenous zones but refusing to enter her just yet. Killian drove his hips quicker, tweaked her nipples harder, and sucked marks into the skin where her neck met her shoulder. He could tell she was getting closer as she mewled nonsense into his ear, her body pulled tight like a bow waiting to be released. "Let go, Emma," he growled into her skin.

Emma was panting heavily now as he steadily worked her toward climax, the pressure was just enough, and the rhythm had her clit titillated, her body was hot all over, and a chill ran through her at the same time. Finally that pulse of pleasure found it's way to her center and spread out through her lower region, she cried out his name as she found her release. The sensation coursed through her body deliciously, and she found her muscles relaxing. Emma forced his mouth to her and kissed him fiercely, then trailed a path to his ear. "Make love to me, Killian," she demanded.

A shivered racked his body as she pulled his lobe into her warm mouth and bit down. He didn't wait another moment, sliding home in one thrust. "Goddamn you feel so good." He sat buried, enjoying the slippery orgasming pulse around his cock.

Emma combed her fingers into Killian's hair, and pulled lightly when he pushed into her. Her eyes pressed shut and she gasped, the stretch and burn of that first pump home always slayed her. "So good," she mumbled in between nips to his earlobe. She tightened her legs around his waist then contracted her inner muscles in an attempt to make him move, she wanted to feel the drag she so craved.

His cock jerked when she squeezed him, and Killian knew exactly what she wanted. He withdrew almost fully before languidly pushing back into her channel. He moved slowly and purposefully, making sure he bottomed out each time, filling her fully, perfectly.

"It's like you were made for me," she whispered. "You're so big," she praised, "and you know how to use it." Emma kissed her way from his ear back to his mouth, longing to feel his tongue tangling with hers. The friction as his chest rocked against hers caused her breath to stutter, and her eyes to roll shut. She couldn't manage anything more than a long drawn out moan.

Killian watched as she lost herself in bliss, it was a beautiful thing to witness. He plundered her mouth as soon as her lips touched his. The broken moan she breathed out made him snap, his hips slammed into hers, and her eyes flew open.

She recognized the feral expression that had taken over Killian. Emma was ready, she knew he was going to make her come hard and the prospect had her tingling from head to toes. She bit down on her lip as his darkened eyes roamed every inch of her, and she could feel herself becoming wetter.

As soon as Killian saw the understanding and want in Emma's eyes he started moving again. He pumped into her unrelentlessly, up and in, rubbing against her most sensitive spot, and he smiled devilishly when her mouth dropped open, helpless to his onslaught.

Emma gripped his arms, holding on as he took her, loving her thoroughly inch by inch, over and over. She looked down to watch him driving into her, she could hear the wet slapping of their bodies each time they met, it was an erotic combination especially when listening to the way he growled and panted while he worked her. Her belly tightened as her climax prepared to seize her, letting go of his arms she wrapped her hands around his backside so she could guide his thrusts against her clit. "Yes," she panted when he circled his hips, and she squeezed his ass in enthusiasm, "just like that."

Killian made sure to graze her clit on each pass after that. He needed her to come again, he was hanging on by a thread. "Tell me you're going to come for me again, please darling."

"Oh yeah," she hummed, "all over your perfect cock."

That did it, her filthy mouth sent him shooting, a broken grunt slipped from his mouth as he came. His eyes clamped shut and his mouth went slack. All he could breathe out was her name like an ode.

Emma watched as he started to come, the pink high on his cheeks, the wrecked look on his face, the sweat lining his forehead, and the heave of his chest had her insides spasming, begging to come. She loved how she affected him as much as he did her. The warmth of his seed, and the pulsing of his cock as she felt the first surge of his arousal coating her walls, while he continued to slam into her had her coming long and hard.

Killian felt the moment she climaxed, full of his release and clamping down mercilessly around him. He rode her through her orgasm, dragging it out for her. "Were you trying to best me with that licentious mouth, love?" he smiled at her

"No," she laughed. "I wanted to watch you." He looked at her curiously, and she felt a blush seize her body when she realized she was going to have to explain further. "You are hot when you come," she whispered, rubbing a thumb along his lip.

"Even though I came before you?"

Emma carded her fingers through his hair, wiping away the fine layer of sweat along his hairline. "First, Killian, you'd already made me come once, and were pretty worked up yourself, so no judgement from me. And second? Especially because of that," she smiled deviously. "That was sexy, and I love the feel of your… release between my legs." She slapped her hands over her face as she confessed this.

"Fuck me," he groaned, "you're perfect, Swan, have I told you that? Don't go getting all bashful on me now. I enjoy learning what you love." He pried her hands from her face and kissed her sweetly. "In return I will tell you that your filthy words are what did me in." He withdrew his sated cock from her and laid on his side, bringing her into his arms again. "I love dirty talk, you little devil," he disclosed while pulling the blanket over them from the foot of the bed. "You could probably make me come just by talking dirty to me, you wouldn't even have to touch me."

"Doubtful," she laughed.

"You actually already have, love," he purred.

"What! When?"

"In my dreams," he smirked.

"That doesn't count, you were probably touching yourself," she laughed.

"Aye, sometimes," Killian admitted, "but other times it was just you." He booped her nose, then leaned in to kiss her.

"Maybe we'll have to try that sometime," she told him.

Killian's eyebrow shot up, and his tongue flicked across his full lips, "Promise?"

"Oh, yeah," Emma promised. In fact she might accidentally try it at work.

Sitting up and swinging his legs over the bed, he stood up and stretched in all his naked gloriousness. "I should probably get out of your hair, love," he said, a touch of contrition in his tone.

"Why?" Emma asked before she could stop herself. "I mean, okay, I understand if you have to go," she tried covering.

Killian turned around to look at her. He observed her carefully, and although she had definitely thrown up a wall, he could still see a bit of confusion and hurt in her clear green eyes.

"Darling, I don't have to go, I didn't want to assume you'd want me to spend the night though. If I'm being quite honest, I wasn't sure you were ready for such a step. I was pretty shocked when you suggested your place," he told her, laying all his cards on the table.

"I was too," she murmured. "Since we're being honest, you've got me doing many things that shock myself. And… I want you to stay." Emma held her breath. For all intents and purposes he seemed to want to stay, but she'd been wrong where men were concerned so many times in her life. She couldn't help but be a little gunshy, but she was trying.

Climbing back into her bed, Killian watched a stunning dimpled smile break across her face, making her eyes crinkle at the corners. "That's all you need to say, Swan, I would love to stay." He pulled her into his arms once more and settled in for the evening.

They talked well into the morning hours, and when Emma's stomach growled Killian got up to make pancakes. They ate, talked, made love, and eventually found sleep tangled up together.