In The Wee Hours

Normally, when Emma sleeps, she sleeps like a log. But tonight, something must have woken her up, the full moon maybe – even though the curtains are closed, the silvery light seeping into the bedroom lights it up much more than usual.

When she wakes up, she slowly drifts into consciousness and is surprised that she's not annoyed about this interruption of her sleep. With her eyes still closed, her lips pull into a sleepy smile when she realizes the position she's in: snuggled into Killian's side, her head on his chest and her arm draped across his stomach, wrist resting at his hip bone. She's engulfed in their shared warmth and his scent, and only a few years ago that would have been absolutely horrific for her. Now it's the only way she ever wants to sleep again, cozy and warm and safe and home.

Beneath her cheek, she feels his heartbeat thrum against his ribs, strong and steady, and she shivers at the unwelcome thought how close she was to never hearing it again.

Almost absentmindedly, she flexes her thumb to stroke the patch of soft skin at his hip where her hand has slipped underneath his shirt. The minute caress has his half-hard cock twitch against her forearm, and she smiles to herself and snuggles a little closer. Killian shifts and sighs in his sleep, tightening his left arm around her, and in response she flicks her wrist and runs her fingertips along his leg almost absentmindedly. But when her forearm brushes over his bulge and he twitches again, she has the sudden impulse to do more, and she slides a little down so that her head is resting on his stomach now and starts to caress him everywhere – tenderly, slowly and with purpose. She strokes his bare legs, his hips and his stomach and finally cups him carefully through his boxer briefs, and immediately, he's coming to life in her hand.

He shifts again and makes a little breathy sound deep in his chest while Emma runs her fingertips lightly along the outline of his now fully hardened erection. Only briefly she asks herself what the hell she's even doing in the middle of the night when she usually doesn't give up one minute of sleep without a fight and they have all day tomorrow – tomorrow's Sunday – but she can't find it in herself to care. Sometimes she still has to remind herself that life's made up of moments, but this is not one of those occasions; tonight she's going with the flow without thinking.

She lifts herself up on one elbow, pushes down the sheet, and finally reaches into his boxer briefs, closes her fingers lightly around him and pulls him out, shoving the underpants down a bit. She runs her nose along the warm, silky skin of his length and presses a soft kiss to the tip, her tongue flicking out to touch him and swirl around the head. He shifts again, still in his slumber even though his cock is very much awake now, his hips twitching this time, and she takes him in her mouth and starts to suck, gently but steadily.

And that's the moment Killian wakes up, a confused and breathless sound rumbling up from his throat. He whispers her name with a question mark, and then he can only groan when she continues to swallow him down deeply, tenderly fondling his balls in her hand. She doesn't bob her head up and down, it's more a slow movement, her whole body swaying in the rhythm, and it all feels very warm and loving and cozy.

"Emma," he whispers again, but she doesn't reply, she just wraps her arm around one of his thighs and pulls him closer, deeper, her fingertips gently stroking the fuzzy back of his thighs.

Finally his hand finds its way into her hair, fingers tangling and palm resting against the back of her head, but he doesn't pull or press or guide her; it's more like he's anchoring himself and trying not to lose control, but then he does exactly that, and his hips start to roll upwards when he gets into it, falling into her soft and lazy rhythm. She swallows around him and continues to hug his leg, pressing her body into his other leg, molding herself into him. He's making wrecked, incoherent sounds now, and she smiles around him and continues her ministrations. Emma knows he won't last long, he's still half asleep and isn't capable to exert his usual, well-practiced self-control. He's completely defenseless and utterly adorable.

Killian almost whimpers when he comes, and his whole body is shuddering in her arms, his fingertips pressing into her scalp. She smiles again and holds him in her mouth until he's gone soft again, swallowing one last time around him before she releases him gently.

Then she presses another tender kiss to his hip, shifts a little back upwards and nestles comfortably back into his side, wrapping her arm across his stomach again, and it's almost as if nothing has happened. But the heaving of his chest and the frantic beating of his heart she can feel against her cheek through his rib cage betray him.

He murmurs her name again, but she just snuggles herself in place and replies, "Shhhhh, go back to sleep. It's still dark."

Three minutes later they both drift off to dreamland again.