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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Killian was baffled. He wasn't sure what had gone terribly wrong. That night had been the best night he'd had in a really long time. Then the next morning, he'd woken up with her in his arms. He hadn't felt that blissfully content in what seemed like ages. Even when he was with Milah. Maybe he'd left too quickly, but in all honesty he was afraid. He knew that Liam would be there in a minute and he really didn't want to be lectured by his brother. He didn't want to hear that it was too soon for him to be involved with anyone, or that he wasn't good enough for Emma. Maybe that was no excuse to leave her like he did, but he didn't know it would make her so upset. Knowing Emma, if something like that bothered her, she'd be busting down his door, giving him a piece of her mind.
But she hadn't spoken to him in three days.
Meanwhile, he tried his best curb the temptation of alcohol. Lately it never seemed to be in his favor. So he found another hangout place instead of the bar, where the temptation of rum wouldn't be available. He’d go on the rooftop of his apartment and just look over the city. It was rather a fantastic sight, the sparkling lights that brightened up the night, the cool, refreshing breeze that passed through him. It was actually quite therapeutic.
“There you are, brother. I've been looking everywhere for you.”
Killian sighed, turning his head reluctantly to see his brother entering through the roof hatch. “You're sure I wanted be found, huh?”
Liam came up behind him, resting his hand on Killian's shoulder as they both looked out over the cityscape. “I was just worried. You've been kind of distant lately.”
“Yeah, well one of the things I had going for me since I came here… hasn't worked out very well.”
Liam’s eyebrows knitted together, curiosity dancing in his eyes. “And here I thought we were just starting to get along again.” He dropped his arm from Killian's shoulder and folded his arms over his chest.
“You and I aren't the problem. Although I'm really sorry that I let Milah come between us,” Killian apologized adamantly, his face stricken with guilt. Liam eyed him in surprise as Killian finally summoned the courage to say the things he'd been to cowardice to say before. “I haven't told you this yet, but I'm truly sorry that we drifted apart.”
“Hey, it's in the past now. And you've been through a lot since your accident. I tried not to pressure you since you’ve moved here. You don't even have to talk about what happened if you don't want to.”
“Thank you. I’m afraid if I did I would need some liquid courage, so I think I'm just going to pass for now.” Killian turned and looked at his brother in the eye, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. But I appreciate everything you've done for me, brother.”
Liam flashed him a frail smile and pulled him in for a hug. “It's not a problem. What are the brothers for?” he asked, pulling away slightly, the corner of his lips turning up into a mischievous smirk. “Other than doing this...” He suddenly removed his other arm, putting Killian in a headlock, his hand ruffling Killian’s hair as Liam gave him a noogie.
“Oi!” Killian twisted and pushed him away, managing to break free before reaching for his brother and playfully slapping him upside the head.
The two of them started wrestling and messing with each other like they used to; giving each other noogies and engaging in light roughhouse.
“Alright alright,” Liam chuckled and he stuck out his hand after derailing Killians efforts of trying to jump on his back. “Call it a truce?”
Killian eyed his brother’s hand suspiciously. “I don't trust you.” Liam always had to have the last laugh even after he offered a truce.
Liam put up his hands in defeat. “Alright, fair enough.” They were both short of breath, attempting to tidy up their rumpled hair before leaning on the concrete railing as a thoughtful expression fell over Liam’s features. “So, you never told me what didn't work out for you. What was it?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Aye, I do.”
Killian exhaled a long breath before speaking. “Well, I thought Emma and I were becoming friends… maybe more, but now she won't even talk to me.”
“Ah… yeah, about that… she's not actually mad at you. She's mad at me. We kind of got into a fight on Saturday.”
Killian lifted a curious brow. “A fight about what?”
“Well, I was trying to butt into her relationship with you. I was only looking out for the two of you, but it ended up blowing up in my face. She hasn't talked to me since then.”
“Ah, I see. Well that explains it,” Killian muttered, a bit irritated.
“Killian, I’m sorry. I realized I stepped over a line. I’ll talk to her.”
Killian shook his head. “Please don’t. I should be the one to do that. It was just way too soon to try and get romantically involved with someone anyways. I think it would’ve created more harm than good.”
Liam nodded in agreement. “What do you think I’ve been trying to tell you, brother?” Killian thought that Liam would give him his signature ‘I told you so’ grin, but instead he pulled out what appeared to be some type of brochure. “But I really want to make it up to you and Emma…”
Killian eyed him in confusion before accepting and observing the brochure in his hand. “What’s this for?”
“I reserved a campsite for the four of us. At first I was just planning on going with Elsa for our anniversary. I didn’t tell you and Emma because I wanted it to be a surprise. Then I figured that we could all use a vacation. So I decided to reserve it for the week of the Fourth of July so we could see the fireworks display there. You’ve never been here to celebrate the Fourth so I thought you would like to be there with us. And I figured I could take Elsa somewhere out of town for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. If she accepts the ring, we can all go out to a nice dinner for our engagement and then head out to Massachusetts the next week for a camping trip. We can pitch some tents and go fishing and have s'mores over the campfire and just relax on the beach. What do you think?”
Killian lifted a bemused brow. “A bit optimistic aren’t we? What if she says no?” he asked, although he should’ve been more worried about whether he’d have to share a tent with Emma. Sleeping next to her in such a confined space didn’t seem like the smartest idea. Intriguing, yes, but not intelligent.
Liam scolded him, ripping the brochure out of his hand, folding it and tucking it into his back pocket. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, little brother. If she says no and decides to break up with me, then we could make a guy’s vacation out of it. I think if that happened we would need one anyway, right?”
“So why not propose to her at the beach in front of the fireworks display?”
“With tons of people surrounding us and loud noises and booms from the fireworks…?” Liam shook his head. “That doesn’t sound romantic to me, and I don’t wish to scare her off. Besides, I’m asking her to marry me, not reciting the Declaration of Independence.”
“Ah, fair point.”
~*~
“So how’s it going with your new neighbor?”
Emma smirked at Mary Margaret’s question even though the brunette couldn’t see her through the phone. “Everything’s going fine. We’re still just friends,” Emma added, answering the question she knew Mary Margaret wanted to ask her but didn’t.
“Oh, okay. So you’re not seeing him sexually or anything?”
Emma almost dropped her phone. She was not expecting that from someone so meek as her friend. “No, I’m not.”
“Okay… that’s good..”
“Why do you say that,” Emma asked suspiciously.
“Well... because there’s someone David and I wanted you to meet.”
Emma lifted a curious brow. “Who?”
“Well, it won’t be for a couple of weeks, but we have a friend of ours coming in from Ireland. We met him a while back. David used to work with him on the force before he moved back home. His name is Graham and he’s a really nice guy. I just thought you’d like to meet him. He’s never been to New York so we were going to show him around. And you can come of course... but only if you want to. No pressure,” Mary Margaret assured her. “And we were just thinking of meeting somewhere the night he gets in. Somewhere quiet where we can all talk, like a nice restaurant.”
Normally Emma wouldn't be interested — this felt an aweful lot like a double date — but then an idea occurred to her and she started grinning mischievously, the wheels turning in her head. “What about Neverland?” Emma suggested eagerly.
“Umm sure... why not?… that could be fun,” Mary Margaret chirped. She and David weren't exactly the nightclub sort of people every once in awhile Emma talked them into going and they always had a nice time. “We’ll just get a babysitter for Leopold.”
“Okay, great, I look forward to meeting this friend of yours then.”
~*~
The next day, Liam headed off to work early in the morning and Killian had the day off. He decided to take the opportunity to walk around in his underwear, making coffee and planning to run errands later on, with more clothes on of course. He also thought about what he was going to say to Emma about Liam trying to meddle in their relationship.
Killian was working on his computer in his underwear, setting his coffee down on the desk. After he’d lost his left hand and went through rehabilitation, he adjusted to typing with one hand. Afterall, he still had the muscle memory to do so. And now he could type just as quickly as he used to with two hands.
Killian took a sip of his coffee just as he heard a knock. He got up and went over to answer the door, pulling it open.
His jaw dropped when he saw her. Emma was wearing the smallest shorts he’d ever seen on her, they were practically underwear and she was wearing a tanktop that fit snuggly to her gorgeous body, showing off her midriff. He could tell that she had no bra underneath because he could make out the outline of her nipples. And her skin looked more tanned, like she had been sunbathing or going to the tanning salon. Killian became half-hard as his eyes drank her in appreciatively.
Emma looked down at him and smirked. He was sure that she noticed his growing erection as he attempted to summon the words to speak. “Emma… I'm glad you're here. I was actually hoping-”
“Hey, can I use your shower?” she asked, cutting him off. She was smiling and batting her lashes flirtatiously, her green eyes bright and sparkling. “Mine doesn't work.”
“Yeah, of course.” Killian stepped aside to let her in. She was carrying a bag that he assumed held her clothes and her shower things.
“Oh thanks, you’re a lifesaver. I have to be at the shelter in an hour.” Emma kissed his cheek and headed to the bathroom.
“Would you like to me to look at your shower for you? Maybe it’s just a quick fix.”
“Oh no that’s okay. I called the maintenance guy and he'll be over later to look at it,” Emma assured him before proceeding to the bathroom. Killian watched as she walked; her toned thighs looked utterly delicious. She disappeared behind the door and he attempted to sit at his desk in front of the computer again, trying to calm himself down.
Not a moment later, she came out in nothing but a towel. “Hey, is there a trick to making the shower hotter? Your faucet seems to work differently than mine.” Killian's eyes swept over her and he had to restrain from letting a groan fall past his lips.
“Here, I’ll help you, love.” Killian got up and went into the bathroom, as she followed behind him. He adjusted the knobs and had Emma test the temperature. “How’s that?” She came in front of him and bent over the tub to test the water with her hand, her ass pressed into his groin. He knew he should've stepped back, but god, he wanted to put his hands on her hips and fuck her from behind. “Not quite hot enough. Could you adjust it more?”
“You just have to turn the cold down, love.”
“Could you show me?” Emma straightened and he nodded before reaching over to adjust the knob some more, his prominent erection rubbing against her butt as he did.
“Try that.”
She bent over again and he almost growled as she wriggled her ass ever so slightly, spurring on his arousal.
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” She stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. Poking her out of the other end to hang up the towel on the rack, she pulled up the curtain to keep her breasts hidden behind it.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” He had to force himself to move, so as not to be tempted to join her and fuck her against the wall. He took a breath and forced himself to turn around and leave the bathroom.
After Killian heard the shower turn off he was still on his computer trying to seem as casual as he could. He managed to restrain himself from going to his bedroom and taking himself in hand.
A moment later, he heard the door open and she emerged from the bathroom, approaching with a frustrated look. He turned his head from the computer and swallowed thickly at the sight she presented him. She was carrying her bag and using her other hand to hold the towel in place. And she hadn’t even attempted to dry herself off so her towel clung to her naked, wet body, beads of water dripping down the swell of her breasts. He didn’t even mind that the carpet got wet beneath her feet.
“You know what? I forgot my underwear so I’m just going to change at my place. Thanks for letting me use your shower.” With that said, she was gone in a flash before he could even manage a word.
He groaned and took his rock-hard cock out, stroking himself. He wasn't sure exactly what just happened. Emma was smart enough to know how to turn the knobs enough to adjust the temperature. And he was pretty sure their showers were exactly the same. “Little minx.” The whispered words tumbled from his lips as his hips stuttered and he came in his hand.
~*~
Emma had an impish smile on her face as she left Killian’s apartment. Her plan was working successfully. The evidence in his boxer briefs was clear as day. It made her clit throb but she had to restrain herself from using her vibrator to relieve the ache she felt.
She dried off and got dressed, heading to work.
When she got back to the apartment that evening, she walked into Liam making dinner. Emma groaned to herself. She was still avoiding him for trying to meddle in her life.
“Hey, Em.”
“Hey,” she murmured, dropping her bag and keys on the end table.
“Has Killian talked to you?” he asked from the kitchen while he was at the stove, cooking something in the frying pan.
“No. I thought I wasn’t allowed to be around him,” she said snarkily as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of juice.
“Emma.. I never said you couldn’t be around him.”
Emma scoffed as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some juice into it. “No, you only said he couldn’t touch me, right?” Emma tipped the glass back and took a big gulp as Liam turned around, crossing his arms with a frown.
“Look, I know it was wrong to interfere, and I’m terribly sorry for that but please don’t take it out on him. It’s me you should be made at. I deserve that. But, if you decide to forgive me, or even if you don’t, you're welcome to join us camping in a few weeks. We’re heading to Massachusetts for the week of the Fourth.”
Emma lifted a brow, intrigued by the idea. She remembered mentioning to Liam once that she absolutely loved camping. Sleeping outside in a tent and eating campfire food; living like a homeless person was something she knew too well. Needless to say, the mosquitoes and sleeping on the ground didn’t bother her at all. “Camping you say?”
Liam smiled a little, knowing that he had piqued her interest. “Aye. camping in tents and playing at the beach. You think you would be on board with that?” he asked with an apologetic pout.
Emma shrugged casually. “Can I invite the Nolans?”
“Yeah, of course. The more, the merrier.
“Okay, I’ll think about it.” Emma wasn’t going to let him win that easily.
“Well, I hope you decide to.” Liam turned around to finish cooking the food as Emma drank her glass of juice. “Oh and by the way, Killian will be here soon. Elsa invited him for dinner, so you’ll get a chance to talk to him.”
“Sorry, I can’t. I promised Mary Margaret I’d babysit,” she lied. “In fact I should probably go now.” Emma finished her juice and set the empty glass in the sink. She then grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
~*~
A week later, Killian made his way across the hall to Emma’s flat. He didn't know why, but he was nervous. She was obviously still upset at him, and avoided having to talk to him at all costs. She didn’t return his texts or phonecalls, or accept any dinner plans that the four of them had planned. He hadn’t heard a word from her until that morning. He had just gotten ready to leave for the gym when he’d texted her, asking her to go with him. He was taken aback when she actually responded and agreed to talk to him but instead of going with him, she invited him over to her place. He guessed it was because he used the cinnamon rolls that Liam left on the counter that morning to bait her, making a promise to bring some over. All he had to do was snap a picture of them and send it to her.
He was in a pair of gym shorts and a wife beater, bearing the bakery box with cinnamon rolls in his left arm, his water bottle tucked under his armpit as his good hand knocked on the door. He took slow and unsteady breaths as his heart started racing.
When the door opened, the first thing Killian noticed was that Emma was wearing his t-shirt; the same t-shirt he left in her apartment on that Saturday when they last hung out together. It was his own fault that he’d left so quickly and forgot about it, but still, she never bothered to return it to him.
The second thing he noticed was that, apart from the pink fuzzy socks on her feet, she was wearing only his shirt, as far as he could tell. He was baffled that she felt comfortable enough to walk around like that in so little clothing. And with the air conditioning that he could hear running and the fact that her nipples were poking out through the material, she must've been cold. Either way, knowing that her boobs were naked underneath his shirt, was enough to drive him mad. But maybe that was her intention.
“Ah, I see you're wearing my t-shirt, love,” he said with a soft smile as she let him in. She relieved the box from him and he grabbed the water bottle, popping up the cap to take a sip from it
“Oh, yeah, sorry, I washed it for you and forgot to bring it back. And when I woke up this morning, I just grabbed something really quick and put it on. I didn’t even realize it was your shirt until I had it on,” Emma laughed as she headed to the kitchen and set the box on the counter. She lifted up the lid, taking in the smell. “Mmm… thanks for the cinnamon rolls, they look and smell delicious.”
Killian smirked as he lowered the water bottle, his eyes sweeping over her form. He could say the same thing about her.
“Do you want one?”
“No, that's okay. I’m about to get on the treadmill, so eating a cinnamon roll would kinda defeat the purpose.”
“Suit yourself,” She said, looking over at him with a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders. “I have to eat one though, I’m absolutely starving.” She got on her tiptoes and opened the cupboard door, reaching up to the top shelf where the small plates were. The shirt she was wearing lifted up in her endeavor, exposing her luscious ass.
Killian had to suppress the groan that threatened to escape his throat as he gazed down at her, catching a glimpse of her underwear (if you could call it that); it was a tiny scrap of pink lace. Her ass cheeks were so round and perfect, he had to do everything in his power to control himself. She brought down the plate, setting it on the counter and took out a roll from the box. The icing from the pastry clung to her fingers when she placed the roll on the plate. Killian watched her intently as she brought a finger to her lips, inserting it into her mouth. His jaw fell agape, never taking his eyes away as she slowly sucked the sticky white goo off of her digits.
Fuck. He felt his cock stirring to life, imagining that the icing was his cum instead.
Killian had to get a grip.
Attempting to steady his breathing, he thought about what he was going to say to her. He had to stay focused. Finally, he was able to tear his gaze away as he took another drink of his water.
“Mmmm…” Emma moaned, causing Killian to choke on the liquid in his throat. The sound made his cock twitch in his confined clothing. He was forced to revert his gaze back to her as she continued to lick and suck off the icing, twirling her tongue around her fingers rather seductively.
Emma brought the cinnamon roll to her lips and took a small bite, closing her eyes and licking her lips. “This is so good, are you sure you don’t want just a taste,” she asked, offering it to him.
Oh, he wanted a taste alright. Just not of the pastry in her hand. “No thanks, love. Actually I was hoping we could discuss some things.”
“Oh, okay. What is it?” Finally he got her attention, but then she set the roll back down and started sucking the icing off of her fingers again and he lost focus once more.
And Emma being in his shirt didn’t help matters at all. “Well, first of all, I’m going to need my shirt back. Why don’t you get dressed so we can talk?” he asked kindly with a soft smile.
“Oh, you want this back?” She asked innocently, tugging on the hem of the shirt.
“Aye, please. It’s my favorite shirt. You look better in it than I do, but you're far too distracting with it on for me to have an actual conversation,” he teased playfully, flashing her a smirk.
Emma nodded in surrender. “Okay, you can have it back.”
“Thanks, Swan.”
“No problem,” Emma said casually, stepping past him. Killian turned around to watch her, and as she walked away, she lifted the shirt and pulled it up over her body. As she removed it, her blonde hair spilled out, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Killian’s mouth fell open and his hand unconsciously tightened the grip on the bottle, causing the water to gush out and spill over the opening and onto his hand, making a trickling sound as the liquid hit the tiled floor.
Emma looked back at him, her cheeks flushed with pink as she saw the puddle of water on the floor. She threw him a wink before looking ahead again, continuing to increase the distance between them. “Here you go.” She threw the shirt over her shoulder, and it flew through the air, promptly landing on his face. He removed it quickly, but to his dismay she had left the kitchen so he hastily set down the water bottle and scrambled after her, entering the living room to catch her strutting towards the hallway, her hips swaying seductively with every step. She was now clad in only the small panties that barely did anything to hide her perfectly round ass.
Her bare back was long and slender, and he could see the side of one of her breasts as she turned and disappeared into the hall. He ached from the loss, his dick hard and throbbing in his shorts. He was still holding the shirt she had worn and he brought it to his nose, smelling her wonderful, intoxicating scent. He pressed it against his face, breathing it in and letting the smell envelope his senses. And if it were possible, his shaft became harder just from smelling her and knowing the shirt had touched her bare breasts. The memories of him feeling the honey-soft weight in his hand came flooding to his mind, and he decided he had to relieve himself, or else he would end up exploding in his pants.
Once Killian was able to move from his spot, he made a dash for the door and went to his own apartment to ease the ache of his straining, hard cock. He slammed his door shut and unzipped his pants, taking his throbbing dick out before tossing the shirt over his shoulder. He let out an expletive as the back of his head hit the door, his fingers tightening around his cock. His hand jerked back and forth faster and faster, using her scent from the shirt to push him completely over the edge.
After spilling his release all over his hand, Killian cleaned himself up, deciding he was never washing that shirt again.
~*~
Emma was grinning deviously as she heard the front door slam shut. She knew exactly what he had left to do. Now it was time for the final round of her plan. She was going to a club to meet the Nolans and their friend from Ireland on Friday and Liam and Elsa would be leaving for their anniversary.
Meanwhile, Emma had some plans of her own up her sleeve. Emma grabbed her phone and texted Killian.
Emma: I noticed you left. Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer for a few minutes.
Killian: I’m fine. I’m sorry I left in such a hurry. I had a work emergency.
Emma snorted. She didn’t doubt it was an emergency, but she was certain it wasn’t work-related.
Emma: That’s okay. Would you like to go to Neverland next Friday with some friends? We can talk then.
Killian: Sounds good. I’ll see you then.
~*~
Killian wasn’t sure why he agreed to go to the club. He knew it would be crowded and loud; not exactly the type of place to have a civil conversation. He wasn’t even sure why she had invited him. He was positive at this point that she was messing with him but he tried shoving that thought from his mind. He just need to straighten things out with her. He could’ve taken the easy route and had Liam talk to her but he decided he needed to be the one to take on the task. His feelings for her were more than just physical and frankly he grew tired of having to relieve himself whenever he was around her. He wanted to be with her, so why couldn’t he just be with her? Why did he have to be such an idiot? Milah had stopped calling after she left several messages in his voicemail, saying that her husband was divorcing her and that she could learn to deal with the fact that he only had one hand.
He deleted them all. Fuck her.
Killian didn’t want to be with someone who had to settle for him. He wanted to be with someone who accepted him for whom he was in every facet. He wasn’t going to be with someone whom was ashamed of him. Emma certainly wasn’t ashamed of him. In fact, he was pretty sure she enjoyed the fact that he only had one hand, but not in an offending or cruel way. She comforted him and treated him like an actual human being and treated his prosthetic as though it were an actual hand. She was the type of person he wanted to be with. So why settle for less?
He just needed to make things right again. He knew that he was falling for her and he knew in his heart that he would not be taking advantage of her. So why not take the plunge and ask her on a date? Why keep dawdling like they were?
He was determined to go over to her apartment and talk to her, even if it meant breaking down her damn door.
Friday came and Liam had his suitcase packed for the weekend as Killian hugged him, wishing him luck. When Elsa joined them, they said their goodbyes.
“Have fun on your trip.”
“Thank you. We hope to. Next time we’ll have to invite you and Emma on one of our weekend trips,” Elsa suggested with a bright smile.
Killian chuckled, “It’s okay. We wouldn’t want to intrude on your time together.”
“How are you two, anyway? Is she still not speaking to you?’
Killian shrugged, “Not really, but she invited me to a club tonight so that’s a start.”
“Yeah, Emma mentioned that. Good luck,” Elsa said with a wink. “Oh and I almost forgot,” she looked down, reaching into her purse and pulling out a key, “here's the key to the apartment just in case you need it.”
Killian grinned shyly and took it from her. “Thanks. And don’t worry, if the shower breaks again, I’ll fix it for her.”
Elsa’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “When did our shower break?”
“A couple weeks ago. Emma came over to use-” Killian stopped abruptly as reality hit him like a ton of bricks. “Your shower was never broken, was it?”
Elsa shook her head. “It hasn’t been broken since I've lived there.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Maybe Emma just wanted a reason to see you,” Elsa assured him with a smile.
“Aye, that’s probably it.”
The three of them said their final goodbyes and Killian got ready a bit early for the club. He wasn’t going to wait until then to talk to her. Obviously, everything that happened between them in the last couple of weeks were planned.
He knew that she was lying when she said she didn’t know how to make the shower hotter and he knew that Emma wouldn’t just parade around in her underwear in front of Killian while she was upset with him… unless there was an ulterior motive. He had chosen to ignore his instincts before but now it was time confront her about it.
Killian locked up his flat and marched across the hall to her place, where he knew should be getting ready for tonight. He was about to knock on the door, but then stopped and reached into his pocket to grab the key that Elsa had given him. He quietly unlocked the door, cracking it open. He emerged cautiously and shut the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes wandered around the apartment as he looked for her, but the apartment was empty. Maybe she wasn’t here. Maybe she left after saying goodbye to Liam and Elsa.
Deciding that she wasn’t home, he turned around to leave, lifting his hand to the door.
“Killian…”
His ears perked up at the sound of his name. He thought that he was quiet enough, but apparently she heard him come in. He turned around and started towards the sound of her call. Her voice was broken, like maybe she were distressed, so he knew that he was about to be in trouble.
Killian reached the hall and could hear a low humming sound. He thought maybe he was imagining it, but the closer he got to her bedroom, the louder it became. And he decided she must have been shaving her legs or using an electric toothbrush or something. Why she would be using those things in her bedroom instead of the bathroom, he had no clue.
“Ohhhh god…”
Killian heard the words escape her lips in a breathy slur as he reached her door, which was cracked open, and pushed it the rest of the way, stepping inside.
He was about to ask if she was alright, but his mouth hung open and he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell upon her.
Emma was laying on the bed, her legs spread apart, feet planted on the edge of the mattress. And she was naked from head to toe.
His eyes travelled over her body in it’s entire from. Her wonderful curves, voluptuous breasts and long, slender stomach. Her eyes were screwed shut and her blonde hair was cascading around her shoulders, her breasts heaving as she grabbed one, tweaking her nipple with her fingers. She rocked her hips as he felt his own arousal stirring, his eyes following the slope of her left arm to find that her hand was holding the source of the noise.
Emma was pleasuring herself with a vibrator.
He could see her slick fingers moving slowly and rhythmically… thrusting the vibrator deep inside of her. A moan escaped her lips, her breathing becoming heavier as she shifted and arched her back, searching for her own depths.
“Bloody fuck…” he breathed out in a whisper.
Emma’s eyes flew open with a confused whimper, jerking her head up towards the door, her lips red and glistening as her mouth fell open in shock. Her breath was ragged and her jaw was tight.
“Killian… what are you doing here?!” She asked, her voice pitched low and hoarse as he licked at his lips, trying to regain some semblance of sanity.
“I… I wanted to talk to you before we went to the club. Elsa gave me a key and… when I came in I heard my name...” Killian shuddered, his cock twitching when he realized she was calling his name out in pleasure. “But… b-by all means… don't let me stop you…”
“Killian… just… just go...” Emma didn't stop as she dropped her head back into the mattress, continuing her ministrations. It was obvious that she didn't actually want him to leave. So he willed his feet to move and walked over to the bed. Emma eyed him in confusion as he approached her and offered to take over the viabrator. “What are you-?” she asked breathlessly, her glistening green eyes looking up at him.
“Don't be embarrassed…” he breathed out. “You look... bloody gorgeous like that. And I'm not going to lie… I-I really wanna make you come. Can I?”
“I don't need you — ooohhhh,” she finished with a groan when he began pushing the vibrator inside of her, then pulling it back out in a slow, rhythmic motion.
“Killian…” She started to argue with him, but her mouth fell open, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she loosened her own grip on the vibrator, letting her hand fall to the mattress, her fingers curling and bunching up the sheet beside her.
“I'm not going to run away anymore. I want you, Emma. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone.” His confession was shaky and broken as he laid next to her on the bed, leaning over her. His lips crashed into hers, creating a small gasp. She instantly parted her mouth, melting into him as her fingers wound themselves through his hair. The kiss became heated as he found her tongue, stroking it heavily with his. His hand didn't stop, his fingers tightening around the toy as he continued plunging it into her, eliciting a muffled moan. Emma's lips were so soft, full and warm against his own as their tongues mingled; softly and then more deeply caressing the other.
He broke the kiss, leaving them both panting for air as he gave her nose a gentle nuzzle with his own, his voice cracked and wrecked as he flashed her a wicked smirk. “Besides… I owe you four orgasms, remember?”
Emma's eyes widened, her pupils dilating in anticipation as a weak smile curved her lips. “Yeah… you do.”
Killian had Emma put her hand back on the toy so he could help her up until she was kneeling on the the bed. She reached for him and grabbed the side of his neck with her slick fingers, moaning as he slid his hand between her dripping wet thighs, beckoning them apart. He took hold of the vibrator, pressing it into her and joined her on the bed, kneeling in front of her as Emma placed both of her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself, green eyes full of desire.
Killian could feel his cock hardening and pulsing inside of his pants as he rested his prosthetic on her hips and slid the toy into her depths at exactly the right angle.
“Fuck…” She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer until his lips were on hers again. She whimpered into his mouth, bucking her hips when Killian pulled the electric toy out slowly before thrusting it back in over and over again as she greedily rode the vibrator, letting out broken gasps.
“Such a naughty little minx... walking around and teasing me with that gorgeous body of yours… driving me crazy and making me want to rip off all your clothes and fuck you.”
Emma cried out as her body exploded, one simple drive pushing her to the first orgasm. Killian wrapped his left arm tightly around her, holding her up as he thrusted the vibrator in further, his eyes sweeping over her to appreciate the beauty of Emma Swan reaching her peak. Her back was arched, her body pressed into his, singing in blissful pleasure. Rosy red blush spreading throughout her cheeks and chest as she fell with a soft curse. It was insanely hot and amazing. His erection was straining in his pants, his cock throbbing and begging for friction, but he only stayed focused on bringing her multiple kinds of pleasure.
As she gradually came down from her high, panting heavily, Killian slowly removed the vibrator, shutting it off. He tossed it to the other side of the bed and helped her lay back onto the mattress. He brought his hand to her thigh as she struggled to catch her breath. Letting his fingers drag along her skin, he found her center, his thumb circling her clit, moving in a sweet, torturous pattern that had her bracing against his hand and begging for more. Her thighs were exquisitely soft and slick with her arousal, her folds glistening with her juices.
He leaned over her, whispering in her ear, his voice oozing with lust and sin. “Blood-dy hell... you're so wet. I want to taste you so bad… fuck you with my tongue.” Killian drew a hard nipple into his mouth, his skilled tongue flicking over the pink flesh as he sucked hungrily on her breast, showing her exactly what he could do with his mouth and tongue.
Emma whimpered, her body twisting in anticipation. “Oh god… please…”
Killian gave her nipple one last suck and released her, grinning widely as he started thrusting his fingers inside of her. “Gladly…”
He removed himself from the bed, his finger deep in her aching warmth as he knelt down on his knees and settled between her thighs.
He breathed in her feminine perfume, letting the scent envelope his senses as he flicked her clit with his thumb, her hips thrusting madly into his touch. Emma cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her.
Killian growled, his fingers slowly sliding out before hitching each of her legs up over his shoulders. He pressed his soft lips to her thigh, kissing her tenderly as he opened her up with his dripping wet fingers. He tore away his lips and leaned into her center, his tongue colliding and disappearing into her soft folds. She tasted delicious, so soft and warm.
“Mmmm, so fucking good, love…”
Emma was so responsive, moaning and rocking her hips, her hands reaching for him. Her fingers tugged on his hair as he ran his tongue up her slit, letting her arousal dance in his mouth.
Soft curses tumbled from her mouth as he lapped eagerly at her folds, soaking up her juices.
Emma spread her thighs, her hands pressing his head deeper. He groaned, barely able to breathe as his tongue eagerly delve in deeper, eating her out to his heart’s content.
“Oh fuck! Yes!”
Her body shook violently as he sucked on her clit, tonguing her fiercely, varying the speed and rhythm as he took her into oblivion.
“Killian!” She shouted out his name, her thighs tightening as she came all over his face.
Emma was breathing erratically as he licked his fingers and lips, savoring the wonderful taste of the gorgeous blonde laying on her bed, panting and trying to piece herself back together again. As his eyes raked over her body, she was gazing down at him, her eyes clouded with lust
“Killian… I need you inside of me… please…”
A feral growl escaped his throat. He didn't have to be asked twice and removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor before chucking off his shoes. He peeled away his pants, his throbbing cock springing out as he pulled down his boxer briefs. Emma shimmied backwards making more room for Killian, never tearing her eyes away from him.
Her thighs were spread apart invitingly, her gisteinng sex on display for him. God, she was going to feel bloody fantastic around him. He got on the bed, not wasting any time as he crawled between her long, sexy legs. Her thighs were cradling his hips as she reached for him, pressing his tip to her entrance. He shuddered in pleasure, feeling her arousal coating the head of his cock in the most delicious way. He almost lost his balance as he held himself up slightly so as not to crush her. His necklace was dangling over her chest, his chest hair touching her nipples as he shifted into a comfortable position.
Emma released her hand, their eyes locked in a heated gaze as he started to move, slowly rocking himself into her, his girth stretching her as far as she would go. Her snug walls felt like heaven.
“Oh bloody — fuck-ing — hell…” Killian's heart was racing, his body trembling as her soaking wet depths enveloped him whole. He thrusted his hips hard, taking her deeper. “God you're so — fuck-ing tight.”
“Fuck me harder, Killian,” she pleaded, her hands clinging onto his back, his necklace dragging over the swell of her breasts as he pushed himself into her, picking up the speed.
He dropped his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he pressed soft kisses there, his lips sliding to her shoulder and biting down. Emma snagged her bottom lip with her teeth and moaned, hips rocking fruitlessly, her body demanding friction. He didn't know how much longer he was going to last as he started rocking into her with more force, making the bed rock against the wall. He pressed his mouth to her ear, his lips caressing the shell of skin there, whispering in a rough, husky voice. “I know you were thinking of me when you were using your vibrator. I heard you calling out my name,” Killian groaned in her ear, his voice shattered as he continued fucking her into the mattress.
Emma looked up at him without apology, her lips curving into a smirk, breathless moans escaping her mouth.
“You were imagining my cock inside of you as you fucked yourself with your vibrator, weren't you?” he asked, finding the spot inside of her with another thrust that had her quivering and screaming out underneath him.
“Yes! oh god… yes,” Emma admitted, spreading her legs wider to take him even deeper. He plunged into her harder; he was almost too big, but he could tell she couldn’t get enough. “Don't stop… just like that!”
Killian lifted his head and gave her a few particularly powerful thrusts. “Yeah? You like it rough and hard don't you, little siren.”
“Ooh fuck… yes!”
Emma's nails dug into his back as she cried out several more explicit words, another violent orgasm falling over her. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper as he rode her through the aftershocks.
Emma was falling from her high, both of them panting and covered in a sheet of sweat as her phone started ringing on her night stand. They both ignored it. In fact, it spurred on his movements and he lifted her leg over his shoulder, pounding into her harder and harder, both of them moaning with each thrust.
“You like this better than your vibrator don't you, love?”
“Oh yes… god, you feel so good.”
“And you, darling, feel incredible.” He growled in pleasure, absolutely ravenous for her. “Even better than you do in my dreams,” he admitted, speeding up his pace as he reached in between their bodies, brushing his thumb over her clit. “Now come around my dick one last time, Emma.”
Tumbling over the edge once more, she screamed, her walls tightening around his pulsing cock, pure pleasure rippling through him as she took him with her.
“Emma…” he groaned out, his hips stuttering and his muscles convulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside of her.
Killian gently collapsed on top of Emma, no longer able to hold up his weight. Their chests were heaving rapidly as they tried to find their breaths.
“Bloody hell…” Killian's face was buried in her breasts as his good hand came up to cup one securely, giving it a gentle squeeze. “That was…”
“Five,” she managed, still panting profusely.
Killian grinned smugly against her breast. “I wasn’t counting.”
He couldn't see her face but he knew she was rolling her eyes as she lightly swatted his shoulder. “Overachiever. Like you needed a bigger ego.”
Killian chuckled. “I didn't hear you complaining about the size of my ego a moment ago.”
Emma’s body shook as she let out a strangled laugh. “You're right, I certainly wasn't.”
Eventually Killian rolled off of her and curled his arms around her as she rested her head on his chest, wrapping her leg around his hips. He growled, feeling her wet folds against his thigh, his sticky cum leaking out of her entrance and dripping down her leg and onto his.
He was floating from his orgasm; his limbs felt like jello as his eyelids became heavy and he felt himself starting to drift off to sleep. They still had much to talk about, but he knew there was plenty of time for that later. The way Emma’s hand carded through his chest hair and clasped onto his necklace and the way she shifted against him, attempting to get closer, he knew that this wasn't just a one-time thing.
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