Captain Swan; Explicit; ~2500 words of as close to pwp as I ever get.
I’ve written and read a lot of S6 fic where Emma’s visions are hanging over her like a black cloud, and that angst is delicious, but I decided I wanted to write something set in some future place where she’s overcome her fate. And then I saw a gif from The Dust Storm of Colin getting thrown against a wall and sexily pounced on, and this fic was born.
When Killian’s back hits the wall, a little harder than she intended but with a deeply satisfying thump, Emma feels his breath huff out over her lips. She’s on him immediately, gripping the back of his head and sealing her mouth over his, her tongue delving inside with deep, wet swipes. It takes a second but he recovers from his collision with the living room wall, kissing her back as his hand and hook settle on her hips.
She breaks the kiss with an audible smack, breaths coming fast and hard.
“You all right there, love?”
A giggle almost comes bubbling up from her chest. “I’m not gonna die.”
His eyes soften. “No, you’re not.”
Relief
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