“Finally…” Killian sighed in
relief as he and Emma stumbled into their bedroom after the Final Battle. It
was the first time they’d been alone together since saying their vows and they
were both keen to consummate their marriage.
“Eager are you, Captain?” Emma
teased, using his hook to lead him over to the bed.
“Always.” he chuckled, capturing
her lips and pulling her down with him onto the bed.
“What do you want to do tonight?”
she asked, breathing a little more heavily as they pulled apart to catch their
breath.
“Anything you desire, my Swan.”
he replied, placing gentle kisses on her neck.
“Anything?” she repeated.
He looked up at her with a curious smirk,
“Aye, anything. What do you have in mind?”
Well, here it is, my submission for CS Cocktoberfest. It is unbetad so all mistakes are my own and there could be a lot since I rushed on the last half. Sorry about the cheesy title, I’m terrible at them.
In Her Dreams
Killian hauled himself up the stairs, huffing in exhaustion from his double shift at the hospital. He needed a shower and probably something to eat, but most of all, he needed to see his roommate. He was flooded with disappointment when he realized that she was most likely in bed. Finally reaching his door, he turned the key in the lock and sighed in relief to, at last, be home. The apartment wasn’t much, but it was home. He shut the door and placed his heavy bag in the corner. When he turned around, he was greeted with a heavenly sight. Emma was asleep on the couch. His heart swelled with affection at the thought that she had tried to stay up for him. Quietly, he padded to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. She would never forgive him if he woke her from a restful sleep.
Thoughts of Emma flooded his mind. They had been roommates for two years and four months and he had been in love with her for two years and three months. She had found her way under his skin and into his heart so fast that he didn’t know what to do the day he realized what he felt for her was love. It was a complicated situation, considering they lived together and Emma was skittish when it came to relationships. He didn’t want to lose her, so he settled for being her friend and pining for her in secret.
Killian stepped out of his room, dressed in a white tee shirt and cotton plaid sleep pants. He needed to unwind from his long day, so he gingerly lifted Emma’s feet and sat down at the end of the couch, placing her feet in his lap. He turned on the t.v. for some mindless drabble and melted into the comfortable cushion. Emma stirred a bit, eyes still shut. He forced his eyes away from her perfect form back to the screen.
“Killian,” she gasped out.
“Aye, love, sorry to wake you.” He turned his head to meet her gorgeous green eyes, but was puzzled when her lids were still tightly closed, like she was in distress. A moan escaped her lovely throat.
“Yes,” she spoke again, almost sensually. His eyes shot down to her hips that had begun rolling in an alluring fashion. “Killian,” she exhaled. “Don’t stop,” she begged breathily.
Killian’s jaw just about came unhinged. She was having a sex dream about him. And, apparently, she talked in her sleep. Killian felt his own arousal coursing through him at the sight. He wanted her so much and amazingly she wanted him too, at least in her dreams. He hoped not just in her dreams. Her head slowly thrashed back and forth as she pinched her eyebrows together. Her hand rose to her silky blonde locks as she released a heavy sigh. Killian’s own breathing picked up. He felt her foot brush against his nearly painful erection and he couldn’t help the groan that slipped out. She moaned louder, her hand gliding along her pert nipple, hidden under a thin black tank top.
“I’m… I’m,” was the last thing she uttered before she gasped and her eyes flew open.
He didn’t know what to do, so he froze, unable to take his eyes off her. He would wait for her to gain her senses, knowing that she would be mortified if she knew what had just happened. He tried to school his features, but he was entirely too turned on. He must look completely wrecked because that’s how he felt.
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Emma blinked furiously, her blood slowing as she took in her surroundings. The couch, she must have fallen asleep waiting for Killian to come home. Something felt different, her feet were propped up on something. She looked down to them, then followed a path up to the source. The star of her erotic dream was at the other end staring at her intently. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than she had ever seen them before. They were burning into hers with an intensity that sent a shock through her spine, down to where she craved him. She had been so close in the dream, Killian slamming into her at a punishing pace. His scruff burning the skin of her neck deliciously as he whispered obscene desires into her ear, occasionally nipping at it.
“That’s it, Swan, squeeze my cock,” he coaxed. “Scream my name as I fuck you into oblivion,” he demanded forcefully. She had every intention of doing that when she was suddenly ripped away from her fantasy. Just the memory had her worked up again.
She sat up, pulling her feet from his lap. His gaze was still fixated on her. Oh, God, did he know? Emma felt panic rise within her. She had been told in the past that she talked in her sleep. She dropped her eyes, unable to face him, but also unable to move.
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Killian knew that he had failed in trying to hide his reaction when her eyes flickered down. All he could do now was attempt to reassure her that he was more than okay with her dreaming about him.
“Swan,” he croaked out.
“Did I talk in my sleep?” she interrupted. Her panicked eyes met his again. He cleared his throat, Emma taking that as an affirmation as she moved to jump off the couch. Killian wrapped his hand around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She shyly turned her face to him.
“And it was the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed.” She inhaled at his praise. “I don’t know how you haven’t noticed, Emma, but I have wanted you for a long, long, time. I was always too afraid to admit my feelings because I didn’t want to risk what we had. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you because I was selfish in my desire for you.” Emma gasped at his admission. “I know dreams don’t always reflect reality, love, but if you feel as I do, I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t give this a chance.” He waited on bated breath as she considered his words, chewing on her lip as she did. She lowered herself down to the couch, a small victory.
“I…” she started cautiously. “haven’t been in a relationship in years. I’m not sure I know how to be a part of one anymore. All of my past relationships have ended in disaster.”
His anxiety was growing with every word she uttered. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Was it a happy tear, born from bottled up emotions? Or was it a sad tear because she was going to ask him to move out? His eyes darted back and forth between hers, waiting for her answer.
“But I want to try, with you.” After releasing the breath he’d been holding, he surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The feeling of finally tasting her was overwhelming. He moved his mouth over hers, smiling at her eager response. She rose onto her knees, moving closer to him in an attempt to deepen the kiss. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She opened for him and he darted in, tangling his tongue with hers. He groaned at the sweet, slightly minty taste of her mouth. Emma lifted one of her knees and swung it over his legs, lowering herself into his lap. Her hands were instantly in his hair, raking her fingers through it. Killian couldn’t decide where to place his hands, so he explored her amazing body. Her silky locks, her alluring hips and her supple behind. He wanted more. He pulled his mouth from hers only to lavish her neck with his lips and tongue. She began rutting her hips against him, causing him to grunt into her heated flesh. The extra sensation had Killian seeing stars. Emma moaned above him when he nipped at her pulse point.
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Emma’s skin burned everywhere Killian touched, kissed and licked. She could feel him, hard and wanting between her legs and it sent a thrill through her. Killian had no idea, but she had wanted this for longer than she cared to admit. She felt his hands slip under her top and moaned at the thought of his palms kneading her breasts so she hurried the process along by breaking the kiss only to rid herself of the offending material. Killian gazed at the sight before him. He reached out and slowly ran his fingers down her breast, thumb grazing her rosey nipples. Then he urged her forward and Emma let slip an “oh,” as his lips wrapped around her pebbled flesh. He alternated between flicking his tongue over it and sucking on it.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her bud. He kissed his way across her chest to give her other breast the same attention. Emma rutted her center hard against him, climbing higher and getting impossibly wetter. Her fingers itched to touch his bare chest. She lowered her hands from his hair to grasp the hem of his shirt, pulling it until it slid over his head. She gazed at the hard planes of his chest, covered in a smattering of curly hair. Her eyes followed the dark, thin trail that traced over his toned abs and disappeared into the waist of his pants. She bit her lip in anticipation. Running her fingers up through his soft, curly chest hair, Emma met his eyes again.
Running her hand down his chest, Emma felt a familiar tingle as her hands ran over his muscular abdomen. Sliding her hand down further she was pleased to find Killian was already hard.
“Not so fast, lass,” Killian said in a breathy tone, “ladies first.”
Killian kissed her neck lustily, shifting to seat Emma on the couch, then continued the kisses down to her breasts, stomach, and finally dropping to his knees in front of her. He locked eyes with Emma as he tucked his fingers into the hem of her shorts, pulling both them and her panties down her legs. Slipping his hands behind her knees, he pulled her to the end of the couch. Emma’s breath caught in her throat as he urged her knees apart. Emma closed her eyes as his head dipped to kiss her sex. She gasped when she felt his tongue circle her clit, slowly at first, picking up speed as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud.
CS
Killian could only become more enthusiastic hearing the moan he elicited from her pretty lips. Breathing in her scent he moved his tongue down to circle her entrance. Reveling in her taste he flicked his tongue inside her. Moving back up to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, flicking both the tip and back of his tongue rapidly back and forth over it. To his pleasure she arched her back and let out a shriek of pleasure that only intensified his desire.
Sliding a finger inside her, Killian quickly found her G-spot and began to massage it while flicking the tip of his tongue over Emma’s clit. As she pushed his head harder against her, Killian slid another finger into her. She moaned with pleasure to give her consent. Killian took momentary leave from her clit to swirl his tongue around her nipple, all the while continuing to finger her G-spot.
Moving his mouth back down to her clit, Killian, swirled his tongue in circles, continuing to work with his fingers. He could feel her getting more and more wet, and couldn’t help but notice the scruff around his chin was slick with her juices. Killian began to increase the intensity of his finger, and tongue movements, and was rewarded with more cries of pleasure. He could feel her walls start to flutter so he knew she was close. Emma arched her back again and pushed Killian harder against her. Not letting up, he continued until she screamed while squeezing around his fingers and went limp against the back of the couch. Killian rose to the couch to kiss her, her wetness still on his lips.
CS
Emma had never experienced an orgasm that intense before in her life. She was working hard to slow her breathing when she turned to face him. He was looking pretty pleased with himself, which he had every right to. Her eyes flicked to his pants and licked her lips at the sight of his very noticeable erection. He followed her gaze, then stood and offered his hand to her.
“There will be plenty of time for that, Swan. Right now, I don’t think I can wait to have you.” The burning desire she saw in his dark, hazy eyes, gave her no pause. She let him pull her up, where she was met with a passionate and slightly tangy kiss. “Your room or mine?” he teased, arching his eyebrows.
“Yours,” she spoke against his lips. “Closer.” Killian chuckled at her inability to form sentences. They made their way down the hall as one unit, their lips never separating.
Emma hopped on the bed as Killian stripped off his remaining clothes, her desire growing as she watched his cock bobbing proudly.
“See something you like, love?” he asked with a salacious lopsided grin.
Emma crooked her finger, beckoning him to join her on the bed. He crawled over her body and into the cradle of her thighs. His face suddenly turned serious and Emma placed her hand on his cheek. “Hey, what is it?” she asked, concerned.
“Emma,” he seemed to hesitate to finish his thought. “This isn’t just sex for me. I…,”
“Hey, it’s a good thing we’re not having sex tonight then.” Confusion etched in his features as he waited for an explanation. “Tonight, we’re making love.” He beamed at her declaration, capturing her lips in a kiss that convinced her he returned her feelings. “Make love to me, Killian,” she whispered against his mouth.
CS
Killian did not need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid into her tight, wet walls. A shudder ran through his spine when he was fully sheathed in her heat. He gave her a moment to adjust to her size, eyes locked on hers. He felt her hips push into him, signaling that she was ready for him to start moving. Killian pulled almost completely out then slammed back in, watching for any signs of discomfort. Instead he was delighted to her a sensuous moan slip from her lips. He repeated the movement, each time picking up speed.
“Harder, Killian, fuck me harder,” she rasped out. Hearing her huskily demand to be fucked into the bed had him growling into her neck. He reached for her knee and placed it against his shoulder gaining him greater purchase and the ability to hit her deeper with each thrust. Her moans turned into full on cries as she grasped one of the posts on his headboard as the headboard itself was slamming into the wall, hopefully not causing any damage, but that was the last thing on Killian’s mind as his Emma was falling apart underneath him. He felt her walls begin to flutter, and thank the gods, because he couldn’t hold on much longer.
“That’s it, my love, let go. Fall off the edge and take me with you,” he requested breathlessly. Two things happened then. Emma let out a loud scream as she came around him while snapping his bedpost clean from the headboard. She seemed to realize what she had done and before she could feel bad about it, Killian wrapped his hand around hers, still holding the post, and groaned through the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life. He collapsed into her damp neck, trying to catch his breath while releasing her leg. Once he felt he could move again, he gently rolled off of her. They both layed in bed quietly, waiting to gain their senses. After a moment he heard Emma speak.
“I’m sorry about your bed,” she said sheepishly.
“Oh, darling, don’t be. That post is now my most treasured possession.” Emma giggled and rolled over to hand him said post.
That very post now sits on their bedroom bookcase, mounted like a trophy to remind both of them of the night their lives changed forever.
Killian sneaks out of the castle before he’s caught and waits for Emma to join him on his ship. Captain Duckling. A followup to My Princess, My Pirate. My first contribution to @cscocktoberfest (only like a week late, it’s fine.) ~3.9k words. No major trigger warnings apply.
almost six.
When Emma leaves him in her room, Killian briefly entertains the idea of laying out on her bed naked and waiting for her to return. Realistically, however, he knows this would only lead to disaster; despite it being her private chambers, it would hardly stay empty for the duration of the ball. There were always preparations to be made for the princess, preparing her bedclothes, turning down her bed, cleaning, and other such manner of domestic tasks done by hired help that Killian had never been privy to.
His usual entrance and exit routes had not been usable (Emma had given him a key to enter the servant passages, the ones she herself used to sneak in and out of the castle, but with a royal ball in full swing, they would hardly be a discreet way to travel this evening.)
He certainly didn’t fancy himself much of a climber, but the rough stone and thick vines across Emma’s wing of the palace certainly lent themselves well enough for the task.
Summary: Confronted with the sudden appearance of her birth parents, Emma, in a moment of panic, runs. She flees the diner, Storybrooke, the country. She finds herself a day later in the Dublin, Ireland Airport terminal wondering what the hell she has gotten herself into. With some fear, a little determination and a considerable amount of faking it along the way, she sets off on a trip she never planned on taking but needed more than she ever knew. She finds herself, she finds a Brit adrift on his own journey and finds out what home really means.
Rated: M (Sexual content in later chapters & some Irish whiskey along the way).
AN: Thank you for your continued support. I really can’t stress enough what a wonderful experience this is and it’s all thanks to you all. Would love to know what you think of this one!
Always, thanks to @shippingtheswann for the cheering and beta work (go read her wonderful story!!), @imagnifika for finding the heart of the story with her art, check out her chapter 3 set here! @halobxist & @meanderingcaptainswanmusings for everything xo. And please keep supporting all the other CSBB authors and artists. So.Much.Talent.
And now on dark narrow road in Ireland…
CHAPTER 3
“Archie, I’ll never forgive you,” Emma vows, speaking to her GPS. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly, glancing quickly between the dark, narrow road ahead and the little picture of a car on the GPS screen suctioned to her windshield. In reality, she thinks, the road is barely more than a grassy path. She holds her breath as she slowly rounds another turn, her mirror brushing against the shrubbery on the side. She permits a quick glance to her passenger door and presses the button for her locks. She inches forward into the darkness suspecting she may never again see daylight.
Summary: After many years, rumors swirl that the Evil Queen is back and filled with more vengeance than ever. But instead of setting her sights on Snow White she goes for the thing Snow loves most, her beloved daughter Emma. For her own safety, Emma is to be transported to safety on an unassuming merchant ship, where she meets two indentured servants hoping for a way to find their freedom.
Killian’s eyes itched with fatigue as he stood with a straight back and stiff knees for the arrival of the precious cargo the captain told them they would be transporting. He shifted his weight slightly from foot to foot and wondered why all the crew members had to wait out on deck for this so-called “precious” cargo, surely only a few crewmen needed to see the object on board.
“Stand up straight Jones, show some respect,” the first mate barked at him. Killian rolled his eyes and thought longingly of his flask stowed away in his bunk. Hopefully, once all this pomp and circumstance was over and done with he could sneak below deck and have a nice long drink. He heard the hoofbeats of approaching horses, finally whatever they were transporting had arrived. He craned his neck, looking for a chest or trunk, surely something so valuable would come locked away securely.
Instead, he saw a group of six or so people riding towards them, most were wearing heavy plate armor while one seemed to be smaller and lighter than the others. They pulled up to the docks and started to dismount. He noticed that the smallest of the party was a young woman, her long hair pulled back away from her face.
“Kneel before the princess, mates,” the captain shouted as the party began to walk up the gangplank. Kilian’s mind blanched as he struggled to keep his expression, the princess? Surely they weren’t transporting the princess?
I saw this “imagine your OTP” story a while back and honestly, couldn’t image Captain Swan being that sappy. So I wrote this instead. This is part one, part two to follow (hopefully very) soon.
Thanks to @mahstatins for reading this, encouraging me and existing.
“Fuck,
fuck fuck!!” Killian mutters under his breath as his laptop suddenly dies, just
before he sent off his work to his editor. Rage bubbles in his veins and he has
to take a deep breath to calm the urge to fling his laptop across the room.
It’s been that sort of day: the milk
he’d bought just the day before was already off. His supposedly clean laundry
smelled a little funky from the ancient communal washing machine and so he had
nothing decent to wear. He’d missed the bus by a whisker – the doors
practically closing in his face as he ran up – making him late for the dentist.
And then came lunchtime when he’d
seen his Milah’s ex out with a pretty young thing. The sight of that man alone
was enough to stoke his ire. (To this day he was convinced that the beast had
tampered with their brakes, thus causing the fatal crash that cost him his hand
and, more importantly, his love.) But to see him so happy and in love when
Killian still mourned for Milah? That burned. He had to leave the cafe without
eating lest he punched the man when he noticed the matching rings on their
fingers.
Killian had been camped out in this
particular cafe ever since. He reaches for his coffee and scowls as he realises
that he’s reached the bitter end. Thank
heaven for free refills. He
strides over to the counter and puts his cup down, trying to catch the eye of
the lovelorn-looking barista.
“I only suggested that you sign Henry up for the course! How was I supposed to know it was designed for two people?”
Emma wanted to argue with her best friend, but she knew Mary Margaret was right. It didn’t keep her from grumbling under her breath about it. Mary Margaret just chuckled over the rim of her coffee cup before she took a sip, turning back to face the bay, the sounds of her home surrounding her.
My second contribution to @cscocktoberfest, the conclusion to the first!
Summary: Emma Swan lives alone and likes it that way. Still, she has needs. Needs that since she moved to the small town of Storybrooke have decidedly not been met. Then one snowy afternoon Killian Jones appears at her door, and Emma realises that he can give her everything she needs… and more.
Rating: E for sex and language and sex. Did I mention there’s sex?
A few notes: Look, I’m sorry, okay? I tried to write pure smut, I really did, but the romance and the angst just kept creeping in and I can only resist so much pressure. I’ll keep trying.
On a happier note, I’ve loved the speculation some of you have sent me about what Emma does. I hope you aren’t disappointed by the reveal!
Killian tried not to let his mouth hang open as he looked around him. Her studio was a largish room, with shelves from floor to ceiling on three sides. Metal rigs hung from the ceiling, some bearing large bunches of dried herbs and flowers, others ending in empty hooks dangling over a large wooden worktable. In the centre of the room was an enormous vat, divided into sixteen smaller vats, each containing a waxy-looking substance, each a different colour.
But it was the shelves on the wall to his left that commanded Killian’s attention. The other two walls were filled with what looked like supplies and tools, but the third held her finished works. And they were breathtaking. Some tall and tapered, others squat and rounded, still others so large and ornate they resembled sculptures. All in a soft rainbow of colours, blended and woven as skilfully as in the most ornate tapestry.
Emma looked positively delicious. Her face was flushed, and her tongue couldn’t stop licking between her lips. Killian took note of her careful steps, and arched an eyebrow. She must’ve had some release already, or she would’ve thrown him back on the bed and mounted him by now.
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