bloodyticktock:

“I don’t care where you put your ass, Swan. I hardly deserved you smashing my ribs all over again!”

“Make me.”

“You smashed them yourself. You were hit by the car, you provoked me at the hospital, you jumped back like an idiot thinking that I could have possibly hurt you while tied up in a hospital bed, when it was obviously a bluff.” 

“… so now I have to gag you too?”

hookcaptainjones:

Killian smiled when she came again. Everything about this day was overwhelming and he didn’t know how they managed to keep going at this point, but his need for her was to the breaking point and when he heard those words come from her mouth, a demand, it sent a wave of desire through him. He moved back over her and abruptly thrust forward with a loud groan. There was no being slow about this. He had put it off for far to long and he needed her. Flue began to thrust in and out of her at a nearly frenzied pace as he leaned in to kiss her roughly. He didn’t care about keeping himself in control anymore as he reached up and untied the scarf. He needed to feel her touch and he couldn’t wait any longer.

That was exactly what she had wanted, that desperate need, that harshness; Emma cried out, feeling close to lose her mind over it. In that moment, he was what she needed the most, and when he finally freed her hands she immediately pulled him even closer, her nails no doubt hurting him when she ran them on his back too hard, the overwhelming pleasure that she wa feeling making impossible for her to keep any control. He was thrusting her through her climax and yet she could feel another one building, with him hitting just the right spot and being rough enough that she could have been undone again by that only. Emma grasped at his hair then, pulling it just as hard so that he’d tilt his head, kissing along the curve of his neck and sucking on his most sensitive spot, letting her free hand roam over his body, as she moaned his name louder than before on a particularly strong thrust, shifting her hips while already tightening around him. No way, not before you this time, was the one coherent thought left, as she rocked her hips to meet his. “Killian,” she called out, her voice a growl again, “Don’t hold back,” she demanded, giving a tug at his hair. 

hookcaptainjones:

“Most definitely good,” he said a little breathless, finally finding his voice as he moved to stand in front of her. “I am not complaining about that.” he bit his lower lip as he ran his hand down her side.

Oh yes, it was a good bloody hell. She looked down, following his hand, and then her eyes shifted up on his face again, looking up from under her long lashes, a small smirk curving her lips. Letting her hand slip down from the door where she had kept it, using it to adjust his already perfect clothes. “Pink doesn’t bother you?” she asked innocently, moving her arms a little closer so that they would bring her assets on a better view, knowing that the pink glitterish thing that Ruby had called a bra was already doing a good job at that. 

hookcaptainjones:

Killian laughed at that, “So is that what your calling it?” He asked with an amused grin. “Either way, I enjoy the sounds you make. And that I am the one causing them.”

“You tell me…” Emma chuckled, “The sounds you make…” Not having words to describe the effect that they had on her, she made a little sound that was very close to a purr, again, and tightened her embrace. “We are going to be one of those embarrassing couples that leave in the middle of a party to hide somewhere and jump on each other, aren’t we? Not that I have a problem with that…”

hookcaptainjones:

“Bloody hell,” he gasped, looking her over, swallowing thickly, unable to find any other words at the moment. Almost like his brain had switched off.

“I hope it’s a good bloody hell,” Emma remarked, letting her hand slip from the hip down to her thigh while she continued talking: “I know this isn’t exactly… leather and pirateish…”

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Emma raised her eyebrows, silently laughing because she was driving him insane on purpose with her suggestions on how to steer his ship, before giving a nod. “Aye, Captain,” she agreed, and since now they were docked and didn’t risk crashing, she bent forward and stepped between his arms, that were on the wheel, finding herself between it and him. Before he could do or say anything, she had moved her hand behind his neck and pulled him forward, kissing him soundly.

Emma smiled, leaning on the door with her arms folded, wearing only his shirt. “Waiting for someone, love?” she asked, imitating his accent and raising an eyebrow. 

Emma shot him a glare, having been angry at Gold for his last ‘quip’, then her expression changed in a very indifferent ‘you asked for it’ and she pulled him in a fiery kiss, pushing him against the wall and expressing her anger in a better way.