Best friends. Colleagues. That’s what anthropology and archaeology professors Emma and Killian have been to each other for years, but sometimes old definitions and practices need to be revisited.
This is my contribution to the CSLB, and I’m so excited to share it with you all. This was definitely a labor of love for me. I’m also a big fan of the art @treluna2 did for this. And such a massive thanks to my glorious beta reader, @sambethe, without whom this would be just a silly heap of words.
8900+ words, rated M. Warnings include mentions of past relationships, alcohol consumption, and mild sexual content. On AO3.
(Background relationships include Outlaw Queen and Red Beauty.)
Emma pulled the two beers from her fridge, the glass from the bottles clinking together before she handed one to Killian. He was slumped into the cushions of her couch, head resting against its back.
“Thanks, love,” he said, cracking open one eye to peer up at her.
She plopped down next to him, giving him a look over. He was obviously exhausted, the skin below his eyes a little two purple and a small line was etched down his brow.
Exhaustion aside, though, he looked well. He was freshly back–as in had driven back into town less than 24 hours before–from directing field school this summer, and his work showed in his deep tan and well-defined muscles. Not that he was flabby in May, but a summer surveying and digging did a body good.
Ah, the beginning of the fall semester was always a grand time. Everyone was in peak condition from their summer field work and looked amazing, and while she and Killian might just be friends and colleagues, she still had eyes.
Hello, my lovelies! Sorry that I suck so much and haven’t been posting… I’ve had some family stuff and health problems these past few months but it’s no excuse! Here is the first chapter out of two! Hope you enjoy and you should expect more frequent posts! This is rated M for smut! This chapter isn’t too smutty but the second chapter is!
As Emma sets up a surprise anniversary date on Killian’s ship, she anciently finds a Captain’s Log that has more than just wind directions in it… Is Emma ready to hear what her boyfriend really has on his mind?
Emma still couldn’t believe that it had been six months since her and Killians first date. It may not seem like a long time to most but Emma hadn’t had a relationship last more than a few weeks at best. Everyone in her life usually used her and left before anything got too serious. But Hook wasn’t like that. She knew that he would never leave her side if that’s what she wished. He was the most loyal and caring man she had ever been with and he treated her like a princess. So Emma decided that for once she was going to be the one to surprise him for a change. She put on his favorite dress a picked up takeout from the Italian restaurant they went to on their first date. She bought a few candles and drove to his ship down at the docks to surprise him with a romantic dinner for two! Emma called her dad this morning and asked him to keep him busy for a few hours, giving her just enough time to set up before he got home.
Emma climbed aboard the jolly carefully trying not to get her kitten heels stuck between the floorboards. She magically opened the cabin hatch and made her way carefully down with her big bag full of food and surprises for the evening. She set up his desk into a romantic candlelit table fitted with a white linen tablecloth and champagne.
Emma peered into the mirror above his bookshelf, smoothing a stray hair back and adjusting her bright red strapless dress, Killian’s favorite! Her hair was pulled back into a loose low bun with little curls that framed her face perfectly. And the whole look was complete with a pair of three-inch nude heels that Killian would do anything for. In his words, “You already have the best legs in all the realms so when you wear those too it makes it even harder for me to control myself.” Emma giggled as she could hear him say it.
But she couldn’t help but think she forgot something…Shit! How could she forget, matches! She knew it sounded dumb. Emma had magic so why couldn’t she just light the candle herself? Well, she hasn’t quite mastered the art of lighting a candle yet. A fire she can light no problem but something a little more controlled isn’t as easy as it seems. The last time she tried it she almost burnt down the apartment so she sticks with a lighter for now. She knew Kilian had to have some matches somewhere around here. She his bookshelf first but no luck. She then searched in his desk drawers thinking that would be the next logical place to look. And sure enough, they were right there. Emma picked up the small box and started to close the drawer when she saw a stack of books piled on the desk. Why would he keep them in a drawer when he has a bookshelf right over there? She picked one of the novels up. It had a black leather casing with red engravings. It read, “The Romance of Lust, Vol l.” Emma wasn’t gonna lie she was definitely intrigued! She flipped the first book open and read a passage.
“Her close and tight-fitting white stockings displayed her well-formed legs, for while confined to the house during our morning lessons she did not wear drawers; so that in the position she sat in, with her knees higher than her feet on the already high fender, and her legs somewhat apart to hold her work in her lap more easily, the whole glorious underswell of both thighs, and the lower part of her fine large bottom, with the pinky slit quite visible, nestled in a rich profusion of dark curls, were fully exposed to my view. The light from the fire glancing under her raised petticoats tinged the whole with a glow, and set me equally in a blaze of desire until I was almost ready to faint. I could have rushed headlong under her petticoats, and kissed and fondled that delicious opening and all its surroundings. Oh, how little she thought of the passion she was raising.” Oh my god, Emma thought to herself. This erotica, porn, or whatever you want to call it! She laughed out loud! Her tough pirate captain had a series of novels that would put 50 Shades of Grey to shame! She would never let him forget this one! Emma picked up the next book to see if it was just as dirty as the first!
This one was called, “The Nunnery Tales,” Oh this oughta be good she thought to herself. She read another passage, “Before this device the beautiful young Emilie stripped, my eyes devouring her nudity. She was most curvaceous, her hips wide. Her breasts were full and pendulous and capped with rosy buds that swelled under my intense stare. Her milky thighs swept up to the mossy juncture that was of the greatest interest to me. The hair on her mount was thick and bushy; below this mass, there peeped a most delicious pink slit that invited penetration. I felt a stirring beneath my dress and longed to ram my expanding cock into that moist love nest. On this black altar then, which set off the dazzling whiteness of her skin most charmingly, Emilie knelt down, a victim for sacrifice, and after depositing the switch between her spread legs proceeded to her devotions. I was not altogether without experience in women’s charms; for instance, I was more than intimate with a pretty seamstress, who lived on the top floor of a house in the Rue Joubet. She very sweet and loving, and liked nothing better than to be fucked. I’d also enjoyed my mother’s young housemaid. While making her ladyship’s bed one day, she was astonished, but not disagreeably I fancy, to find her petticoats abruptly thrown up from behind, and a hot, stiff cock thrust violently up her cunt and between her buttocks.”
Emma’s cheeks turned red and her eyes widened as a chuckle escaped her lips. A tinge of jealousy fueled with arousal swarmed her mind as she thumbed through the rest of the collection. After six or seven erotic novels she picked up a navy blue leather book with silver engravings that read, “Captain’s Log” across the front center. Emma smiled thinking about her captain’s days on the high seas. She opened the first page and found a handwritten inscribing on the inside cover.
For my favorite little brother who will no doubt be a captain of his own ship one day. Even though you’re a bloody wanker sometimes I don’t know what I’d without you.
Love you always, Liam
It made Emma smile, laugh and cry all at the same time. She wished that she’d been able to meet Liam. He really was the one person in his past that he truly loved and looked up to. Emma carefully flipped through his most prized possession, enjoying reading the little journalizing of weather patterns and course directions, but she noticed that this was just the front half. She turned to the back and saw more of a diary format. Her eyes began to mist when she read the next passage.
Entry 1
I woke up today feeling different. Something I haven’t felt in a long time. All this anger and resentment seems to have floated away and I’m not quite sure why…I’ve had the same emotions for the last century, every morning when I wake I feel angry yet determined. Today, even if it was just for a moment I felt, well fine. Like I could breathe for the first time in my life. Only one thing has been on my mind since Milah died and that was to kill Rumplestiltskin. But I woke feeling like maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I didn’t. If I just lived instead of fight everything would eventually be okay. I just don’t know why today is different than any other day? The only difference is this Swan girl, Emma. All she’s done is hold a knife to my throat, leave me for dead and insult the hell out of me but I dreamt of her last night. For decades all I’ve dreamt of was killing the bloody Dark One but this morning I woke up hard as a rock and the feeling of her lips on mine. I can’t get her out of my mind. All I can think about is if and when I’ll ever see her again.
Emma couldn’t believe that she made that much of an impression from the first time she met him! She thought that for him it was all about sexual tension and innuendos but he actually felt something from day one. For some reason that meant more to her than anything. She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help from reading the next entry.
Entry 2
I can’t stand to see her hurting like this. For the first time in centuries, I have the Dark One on my deck and all I can think about is what I’m gonna do to those sons of bitches who took Emma’s son and caused her this pain.
Entry 3
I almost lost her. My heart hadn’t hurt like that since I watched Milah die in front of me. When the prince pulled her out of that cold, dark, mermaid invested water my heart stopped. I told her to take my cabin tonight, that she’ll be more comfortable there. Now all I can think about is her lying in my sheets and hoping that I could be there to comfort her too.
Entry 4
Ever since that kiss that Emma and I shared, every second of my days have been consumed by that same fiery lust that radiated from her. Every time I see her I feel my leather trousers get a little tighter. I feel horrible because the only thing I should be thinking about is Henry and how to get him back. But every time she walks by me the smell of vanilla and coconut lingers in the air. And when the sun hits her hair ever so perfectly it brings out the golden goddess that she truly is.
Entry 5
Seeing her and Bae together is like a knife through my heart. She kissed me but that’s when she thought he was dead. Why would she want a one-handed broken pirate when she could have the father of her child? The kiss we shared was most likely a moment of weakness on her part. How else would she kiss me? I don’t deserve her… I just wish I would have savored our kiss more. Memorized the taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin on mine and the curve of her breast against me. But I’ve decided to back down. Even though I want her more than life itself, I can’t ruin another family. Pan was right. She’ll never want me like she wants him.
Emma was nearly balling at this point. Hearing how he truly felt during each of these moments in their relationship was heartbreaking. She wished more than anything that she could go back in time and talk some sense into herself and reassure him to not give up hope.
Entry 6
I thought to say my goodbyes to Emma and her son was utterly terrible, but what hurts more is finally being able to see her for the first time in a year and her not even knowing my name. That was like getting my heart ripped out of my chest all over again.
Entry 7
I hate lying to her like this. The thing I want to do most in the world I can’t do or it will ruin her life and most likely end in everyone’s death. The worst part is I think she’s finally starting to see me as more than a pirate. And now I can’t do anything about it! I just want to kiss her… When I break this curse the first thing I’ll do is do just that followed by killing that bloody witch!
Entry 8
If I had to be stuck in an alternate universe with any person in all the realms I’m glad it was Emma. Seeing her in that red dress I knew that I had fallen in love with her. And watching her snog my former self-ignited lust and anger all at the same time. I just wish she’d kiss the real me, the me that would actually remember.
Entry 9
Finally after a year of dreaming about the pleasure of making love to her it happened. And the best part was when I woke up she was still there. And even better not only was she still there but I woke up with her lips wrapped around my cock. There will never be a better feeling than her wrapped around me. If I could only taste one thing for the rest of my life id want it to be her.
Entry 10
I almost lost her again tonight. I thought her lost at sea in Neverland was the scariest moment of my life but that was before I got to listen to her slowly freeze to death trapped in a wall of ice while her father and I got to watch, completely helpless. All I could do was hold her close to me hoping I wouldn’t lose her. Emma’s fine now but I’ve never been more scared in my life. I learned though to never take the woman I love for granted. I will cherish every moment I have with her for however long they will be.
Entry 11
I can’t believe she was the one to ask me on a date! At least I think that’s what they call it? Either way, she is allowing me to formally court her. I just wish I could be a whole man again. A man with two hands instead of a hook. She says she doesn’t mind it but I can’t see how any woman would… Regardless I know just the place to take her! Belle even helped me find some more suitable clothing. She said that I should blend in a little more now that I’m here in Storybrooke to stay. I just wish I still had the Jolly. I would love to take her sailing and watch the stars from the deck. Perhaps another time but right now I can’t wait to show Emma the real Killian, not Hook, but Killian Jones.
She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Emma couldn’t believe the pain and misery that she put him through. She just assumed that most of the flirting in the beginning was fueled by lust but he truly loved her from the start.
Wait, Emma thought to herself. “He said that he loved me,” she whispers out loud. A grin appeared upon her face as her eyes lit up. Emma couldn’t believe that he actually used that word. Not only did he use it but he felt this way even before their first date! That word wasn’t really in Emma’s vocabulary. Because every time she said it they would leave her. But this time was different. She never felt the need to suppress it. Maybe she never said it out loud but she knows how she feels! She knew with 100% certainty that she was in love with Killian Jones.
“There you are, love! Your father said I could find you-” Killian was stopped in his tracks. In front of him was the woman he loved holding a book that he had bared his soul completely.
Hope you enjoyed! Expect the second chapter sometime next week! And don’t worry the next chapter there will be smut! As always leave a like, comment, prompt, or idea below! You can follow me on tumblr on my Captain Swan Blog @captain-swan-coffee !
His eyes have been on her all night, furtively glancing and blatantly leering when he could get away with it. It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, watching her like this. He was uncomfortably hard throughout dinner, the bulge in his pants thankfully hidden beneath the table. Seeing her lips pressed against the glass as she drank from it, then her tongue peeking out to wipe away the trace of red wine left behind… he shifted in his chair to relieve the pressure and their eyes met for a moment, hers narrowing at first, then the corners of her mouth curving upward with understanding. She knew of course.
He supposes he should feel guilty, thinking about pressing his face between her legs as she talks and laughs with her parents over pot roast, but he doesn’t. He loves them dearly but he can’t wait for them to leave. He manages to quell his erection long enough to chat and mingle after dinner, and that’s saying something. She’s wearing a dress tonight, a torture device aimed squarely at him. She hardly wears them, they are impractical in her line of work so it’s a rare delight when she does. This one is new and short, it’s fabric so delicate and light, its color makes him think of a beach he once visited along the coast of Jamaica. The greenish-blue water was clear as glass and sparkled in the sunlight, its waves gently lapping against the sand… like her hem swishing against the top of her knees and swirling as she turns, revealing a glimpse of shapely thigh then disappearing from his sight.
GOOD MORNING I have five WIPs that need worked on and of course this little smutty snippet has nowhere to go…
His breath is warm on her neck, his lips leaving the whispers of kisses on her skin before he nibbles on her earlobe. His chest presses her arm against her side, his cock brushing against her hand; her fingers twitch, an itch under her skin to grip it and torment him as much as he’s tormenting her. He exhales near her ear, the puff of warm air making her whimper. “Are you going to come for me?” Killian asks, his fingers rubbing against her clit slowly before dipping down into her core.
Emma tries not to squirm; his beard tickles, but it’ll just give him what he wants. Which is the opposite of what she wants. “No,” she says, her mouth set in a stubborn line.
Emma stands at the kitchen window and sips her coffee while she watches Killian and her father work in the backyard. A large old maple tree fell during a terrible windstorm last week, and while she’s grateful that it spared their house, she’s heartbroken about its loss. She will miss the beautiful deep red of its leaves in autumn and the shade it provided, allowing the violets that grew beneath its branches to thrive.
It was hard work cleaning up the mess, they’ll have plenty of firewood this winter she thinks to herself. She helped to clear away the brush and rake up the debris while her boys chopped and hacked and cut up the rest. They will call someone to grind the stump, it’s a bigger job than they feel equipped to handle. She smiles as she watches them joke and laugh and high-five each other, feeling so lucky to have these two fine men in her life.
It looks like they’ve finished and she meets them at the back door, surveying the landscape now neat and nearly back to where it once was.
‘Hey, nice work men!’ She exclaims sliding her arm around Killian’s waist then she looks at her father
‘Come in and have some coffee and a bite to eat, Dad.’
‘No, no, I’m filthy and your mother has already called to ask when I’ll be home,’ he gives her a sweaty kiss on the cheek, ‘let’s get together for dinner later this week,’ he replies and smiles at her with fatherly adoration. He pats Killian’s shoulder and kisses him on the cheek as well and winks at him, then turns and heads for his truck.
‘Thank you again, David’ Killian says grinning, Emma rolls her eyes and laughs at them both.
Killian grimaces, rotating his right shoulder and stretching his hand a little as he watches David walk away. They stand at the kitchen counter eating the cheese and fruit she prepared as a snack, while they discuss getting estimates from a tree service. Emma promises to make some phone calls tomorrow.
‘I’m going to take a shower now, love,’ he says and gives her a light peck on the lips then heads to the bathroom.
“You’re getting rather bossy, love…” “That a complaint?” “I’m merely pointing ou–ah. Mhmm-no. No complaints.”
More “downtime” for Emma and Hook. The full version is under the cut and it’s nsfw, so bear that in mind. Please don’t tweet or repost this, and don’t tag or send it to actors. Reblogging is totally fine and welcome, thank you!
Happy Valentine’s Day @dragon-princess!! I’m so
happy to finally reveal myself as your CS Secret Valentine. I hope you enjoy
your gift! It was a pleasure writing it for you.
Summary: Killian Jones is a retired ballet dancer
turned choreographer. Emma Swan is a retired ballet dancer turned journalist.
What happens when he comes out of retirement and she is tasked with getting the
coveted interview – twelve years after they parted ways…
A/N: Candy hearts and kisses to @ilovemesomekillianjones
for betaing this for me, and @kmomof4 and @winterbaby89 for being my
cheerleaders! *mwah*
Rated: M for language and sexy times / ~9400
words / Also available on ff.net and ao3 / line break indicates scene change
The rustling thud of the newspaper hitting her
desk made Emma’s head snap up. Standing before her, with his arms crossed over
his chest, was her brother and editor, David. He had his boss face on, but
there was something else peeking around the corner of his expression. Something
sly and conspiratorial. He wanted something.
“Did you see this?” David gestured at the front
page of that morning’s paper. A mangled heap of what used to be a car was
depicted below the headline, Storybrooke Ballet Company: Is It Curtains For
New Ballet’s Opening Night?
Emma scanned the article. The totaled vehicle
had apparently belonged to Storybrooke Ballet Company’s principal male dancer.
He and his understudy were both injured in the accident which had occurred the
night prior, after leaving their final dress rehearsal before opening night of
the new ballet.
Which was tonight.
“What are they going to do without their leading
man or his understudy?” Emma asked while still scanning the article for that
answer, which David ended up supplying.
“The choreographer is going on in his place.”
David’s statement had Emma’s head snapping up
once more, her mouth hung slack and her eyes widened as her brows shot up her
forehead.
“What?! He’s going to-”
“Come out of retirement,” David finished. “And
you’re going to be there to witness it.”
There it was. The reason for the sly glint in
his eye.
“But that’s Anna’s beat. Why am I covering the
ballet all of a sudden?”
“You know why, Emma.” David looked at her
pointedly. “You two have a history together. I want you to get an interview
with him after the performance.”
“Jones doesn’t do interviews.”
The last interview Killian Jones had ever given
was on the day he’d announced his retirement. It had stunned the ballet world.
Killian Jones was the principal leading man, with talent that rivaled
some of the greatest legends of modern ballet. His devastatingly handsome looks
and charisma only added to the romanticism and sensuality a good leading man
should possess, which made him a sensation in the dance world. Every
choreographer wanted to work with him, every prima ballerina wanted to dance
with him, and every chorus line member (male and female), and most patrons
wanted to fuck him. He’d had it all, and then suddenly four years ago, he
walked away.
He went completely off the grid for nearly a
year only to reemerge at a small ballet company in London as their new
choreographer. For the past three years he’d been making a name for himself in
his new role, and had relocated back to the United States only five months ago
to take over as resident choreographer for the Storybrooke Ballet Company. The
place he’d first gotten his start more than a decade ago when he’d attended the
ballet academy, then later earned a position within the company that sponsored
it.
The same ballet academy Emma had trained at,
which was where she’d met him.
The heroes come across an important clue that brings them closer to Calypso. In Boston and Enchanted Forest flashbacks, a young Emma struggles to accept herself while Anne and Davy Jones reunite and make plans for the future (EMMA CENTRIC).
Many, many THANKS to @captainswan4e for providing me with a translation to Greek that I used in this chapter. Thank you!
Storybrooke – Present Day
Killian was
vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beneath him, but it was only when he
felt Emma’s lips brushing against his jaw that he forced his eyes open. Their
bedroom was still dark, the dawning sun barely seeping through the blinds. Any
sleepiness he could still be feeling left him the minute Emma slid her silky
body on top of his. A growl escaped his lips at the warm, moist feeling of
Emma’s tongue on his neck.
Bloody
hell.
He loved
when his Swan woke up hungry for him. There was no better way to start the day.
“Wanna do
it?” she chuckled into his mouth in between sloppy kisses. He didn’t say a
word, wrapping his left arm around her instead and letting his stump caress her
back in slow, small circles. When would he ever not want to do it?
She skimmed
her hands up the planes of his chest, curling her fingers around his white
t-shirt, but stopped once his hand slipped under her tank top and cupped her
breast. His hand was colder than usual, but the way his fingers started teasing
her nipple had her body heating up.
Damn.
She loved
how much her pirate loved her breasts.
Giving up
on trying to get him off his t-shirt, Emma let her hands wander down and began
toying with the waistband of his sleeping pants. He captured her lips in a
sultry kiss when she pulled his pants down and took him in her hand. No
teasing. No games. Just a desperate need to have him.
The heroes come across an important clue that brings them closer to Calypso. In Boston and Enchanted Forest flashbacks, a young Emma struggles to accept herself while Anne and Davy Jones reunite and make plans for the future (EMMA CENTRIC).
Many, many THANKS to @captainswan4e for providing me with a translation to Greek that I used in this chapter. Thank you!
Storybrooke – Present Day
Killian was
vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beneath him, but it was only when he
felt Emma’s lips brushing against his jaw that he forced his eyes open. Their
bedroom was still dark, the dawning sun barely seeping through the blinds. Any
sleepiness he could still be feeling left him the minute Emma slid her silky
body on top of his. A growl escaped his lips at the warm, moist feeling of
Emma’s tongue on his neck.
Bloody
hell.
He loved
when his Swan woke up hungry for him. There was no better way to start the day.
“Wanna do
it?” she chuckled into his mouth in between sloppy kisses. He didn’t say a
word, wrapping his left arm around her instead and letting his stump caress her
back in slow, small circles. When would he ever not want to do it?
She skimmed
her hands up the planes of his chest, curling her fingers around his white
t-shirt, but stopped once his hand slipped under her tank top and cupped her
breast. His hand was colder than usual, but the way his fingers started teasing
her nipple had her body heating up.
Damn.
She loved
how much her pirate loved her breasts.
Giving up
on trying to get him off his t-shirt, Emma let her hands wander down and began
toying with the waistband of his sleeping pants. He captured her lips in a
sultry kiss when she pulled his pants down and took him in her hand. No
teasing. No games. Just a desperate need to have him.
incredible art by the inimitable @bleebug, who offered to draw a scene from this fic as an enticement for me to actually finish writing it
this is a 3b angst smut fic, post 3.17 aka after “the jolly roger” aka when hook cannot put his mouth on emma’s mouth. very graphic.
a note: it has always been my personal headcanon that they’ve been sleeping together since neverland. almost all of my s3 fics reflect that idea, and this one is no exception.
He slowed down, his back arching as one leg hovered with exaggeration before dropping. Emma sighed as he straightened, waiting for her to catch up. Fucking finally.
“Hey,” she huffed, jogging over to where he’d stopped. “Didn’t you hear me yelling?”
“Sorry, Swan. I did not.” He eyed her askance, the corner of his mouth pulling down into a slight frown. “Apologies. I was merely on my way back to my room.”
Emma tried to ignore the deep, uncomfortable tug in her gut that was telling her that he’d totally heard her, which was hard to do because there was also a deep, uncomfortable yank in her gut telling her that something was going on with him. But it wasn’t like they were confidantes or anything, or even friends, really. So, she let it go, as she’d been doing since he’d looked her square in the eye earlier that evening and lied to her face. She’d actually offered to open herself up to him, and he’d turned her down flat. Fine, whatever; they weren’t friends, or comrades, or even allies. Just two people currently fighting on the same side who occasionally fucked.
And like always, all it took was a slight acknowledgement of it for her mind to start thinking about that exact thing–them fucking, nice and hard.
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