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“Good afternoon, Love,” Killian greeted as he entered the stuffy confines of the Storybrooke police station.
Emma looked up from the paperwork she was attempting to put in order, but was being hindered by the oscillating fan sitting on the corner of her desk. How could her husband look so damn hot when it was… so damn hot ? Even the way the sweaty, rogue strands of hair fell across his forehead into his eyes was sexy.
“What’s good about it?” she grumbled.
He crossed the room in four quick strides, his smile fading a bit as he took in his wife’s scowling face. “Something wrong, Swan?”
“Wrong? Oh, no, nothing’s wrong,” she spat sarcastically. “The heat is just making every citizen in this town lose their damn mind! And of course , it’s the sheriff’s job to solve all the problems around here, so half the morning was spent running from dwarf to dwarf, trying to figure out who stole whose fan. Then there was the case of the fender bender in the grocery store parking lot, where the worst damage was the ice cream that melted all over the back seat, while they waited for me to arrive. I caught hell for that! It’s not my fault it’s almost a hundred degrees and nobody can handle it!”
Recalling how they both used those same words in the sultry jungle of Neverland before their first kiss, Killian smirked, which was probably the worst thing he could have done at that moment. When Emma looked up and caught sight of his expression, she jumped up from her chair, her hands in fists as she leaned on her desk. “What the hell is so funny, Jones?”
He held his hand up placatingly. “Calm down, Swan, I’m not making light of your challenging day. I was simply reminded of those particular words being used several years ago, while experiencing a different sort of simmering heat.”
Her brows scrunched together as she tried to decipher his meaning. He could tell the exact moment she figured it out, because her face melted into a soft smile. “Oh, yeah. Well, that heat was much more fun.”
“Aye, and it still is,” he purred, sauntering up beside her and rubbing his hook against her hip, while his hand slid up her bare arm. Her attire of a tank top and khaki shorts wasn’t exactly professional, but he couldn’t say he minded.
“Don’t start anything, Killian. This office is a furnace and I’m a sweaty mess.”
“You look ravishing, Darling.”
She rolled her eyes disbelievingly, but couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from turning up a bit. “All the same, in this heat, even fooling around with my hot husband doesn’t sound appealing.”
“In that case, what do you say we sail away, Love?”
Emma sighed. “I can’t, Babe. I’m supposed to be in the office until five, so I’ve still got a couple hours of insanity left.”
“I would say you’ve done enough for the fair citizens of Storybrooke today. Let them figure out their own issues for the remainder of your shift. Just think how lovely it would be to feel the sea breeze in your hair and on your face.”
“Don’t tempt me. You know Madam Mayor would be after my head if she hears I left work early.”
He nuzzled behind her ear, murmuring, “Regina doesn’t intimidate me. Besides, this pretty head belongs to me, Mrs. Jones.”
“Killian,” she groaned, though her attempt at rebuffing him didn’t have much effect, since she was tilting her head to allow him access to the column of her throat.
“You know you want to get away from here,” he whispered. “No more dwarves, no more hot office, no more complaints. Just you,” he paused to nibble on her collarbone, “me,” another love bite, “and the Jolly Roger. I’ll even mix up some of your favorite concoction to bring along.”
“Rum punch?” she asked breathlessly.
“Mmhmm. What do you say, Love?”
“I say you had me at ‘no more dwarves’.”
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An hour later, Emma left the station and walked toward the harbor. Her purposeful stride gave the impression she was on her way to take care of another complaint, giving none of the people she passed on the street any reason to think otherwise.
She avoided Any Given Sundae, knowing there would be quite a crowd there seeking some temporary relief with a frozen treat. Turning down a back alley, she nearly broke into a run, anxious to get to her husband’s ship…and her husband. After his ‘encouragement‘ at the station, she felt like all the heat had relocated to the apex of her thighs.
When the Jolly Roger came into sight, she was relieved to see that it was prepared to depart. She never doubted Killian when he said he would have everything ready, but she also knew how it worked in this town. He could have been waylaid by any number of people, including her mom, dad or Henry. Luckily, he appeared to have avoided everyone.
Her excitement grew when he emerged onto the deck, dressed in a navy T-shirt and gray cargo shorts. She never thought she would see the day when her pirate would be attired in such modern clothes, but Killian had adapted to his new way of life quite easily, once she convinced him that she found him to be just as sexy in casual clothes as he was in his leather pants and duster. She did sometimes miss his red embroidered vest, but when she voiced that thought, he was always happy to accommodate her in the privacy of their bedroom, often in role-play of ‘the princess and the pirate’.
Glancing over her shoulder one last time, she sprinted up the gangplank and skidded to a stop on the polished deck of the ship. Killian rarely took the Jolly out on the open sea anymore, but he paid careful attention to keeping her in tip-top shape.
“Alright, let’s get out of here,” she panted.
“Are you being pursued, Swan?” he asked, scanning the streets behind her.
“Not that I’m aware of, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
He chuckled, beginning to untie the mooring lines, and she quickly moved to help. As soon as the ship was loose from the dock, Killian took his place at the helm and expertly steered it toward the mouth of the harbor.
Emma moved to the bow, leaning into the breeze as it filled the sails and the ship picked up speed. The air against her face was still quite warm, but at least it was moving, unlike the stagnant air in town.
The further they got away from Storybrooke, the more she relaxed and felt a deep appreciation for her husband, who knew exactly what she needed. His long ago claim of reading her like an open book was just as true now as it was when she was denying it on the beanstalk.
She stayed at the front of the ship, even though she usually liked to join Killian at the wheel whenever they went sailing. She always admired his expertise and command of the vessel, how he and the Jolly worked together in a sort of synchronized dance. But today, as she rested her elbows on the smooth wood of the bow, she knew the view she was giving her husband was driving him crazy. If she added a little extra sway to her ass, well, after the day she had, who could blame her?
When she finally chanced a look back over her shoulder, she was surprised to see that the town was already nothing but a dot on the horizon. As her gaze moved to the captain, she immediately realized what effect her little show was having on him. His eyes blazed into her with a fiery intensity, and the grip he had on the wheel told her he was willing the ship to move even faster to put more space between them and Storybrooke.
Emma sent him a seductive wink and turned back to the water in front of her. As her fingers tightened on the wood, she felt sparks of magic flowing through them, and soon the ship noticeably picked up speed. The wind was cooler out on the open sea, and feeling relief from the oppressive heat for the first time all day, she closed her eyes. The sound of the seagulls above them and the taste of the salty spray on her tongue relaxed her further, and she didn’t even realize when the ship began to slow down.
The next thing she knew, strong arms were wrapping around her waist and a scruffy chin was rubbing against her cheek. She hummed and turned her head to find his lips, sharing a lazy kiss with him.
“Feeling better, Love?” he murmured, scattering kisses behind her ear.
“Mmm, yeah. Much better. Thank you, Killian. You always know what I need.”
“Aye, but I believe I can make you feel even better.”
“Oh, really?” she smirked. “How do you propose to do that?”
“First of all, let’s start with a nice, cool dip…”
She looked around to see where the ship was anchored, and recognized the little cove immediately. It was a secluded spot they discovered on one of their first excursions after they were married, and never shared the location with anyone, not even Henry. They thought of it as their own private oasis.
“And after that?” she asked, running her hands over his chest.
“Well, that’s when the fun begins,” he grinned, echoing more words from their time in Neverland.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement at his intentions. They had been married for over two years, and their sex life was still fantastic, but they were constantly looking for ways to spice it up.
“Come on, Swan,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her along behind him across the deck. “We’re wasting daylight.”
When she moved toward the hatch leading down to his cabin, he tugged her over to the side where the rowboat was hanging instead. “Killian, I have to get my swimsuit,” she protested.
“No swimsuits allowed, Darling.”
She squeezed his hand. “I like that plan, Pirate.”
“I’m glad to hear it, because I do intend to pillage and plunder.” He came to a stop beside the smaller boat and looked at her salaciously, his tongue poking into his cheek and his left brow high on his forehead.
A hot rush, completely unlike what she’d been experiencing all day, ran through her body. She eagerly scrambled to get into the rowboat, feeling him swat her on the ass as she did. Looking at him over her shoulder, she saw his smoldering look and a shiver went up her spine. This man of hers could elicit so many reactions from her with just his facial expressions.
When they were settled in the boat and had worked together to lower it into the smooth glass of the water, he rowed them ashore with strong, swift strokes. One oar had been altered to accommodate his hook, but it still never ceased to amaze her how efficiently he could perform tasks which usually required two hands.
They reached the shallows and Emma hopped out to begin pulling the boat onto the beach. Once it was nestled on the sand, Killian disembarked, quickly taking off his hook and modern brace, while Emma removed her tank top and shorts.
When Killian finished, he looked up to see his wife’s nearly nude form, licking his lips at the sight. She stepped toward him and slid her hands under his T-shirt, slowly bunching it up until he raised his arms so she could strip it off of him.
Her hands next moved to the snap of his shorts, popping it open, dragging the zipper down over his semi-hard length, then pushing the fabric off his hips to pool at his feet. They took time to engage in a long, passionate kiss as their hands roamed over each other’s body, only pulling away to remove their final pieces of clothing.
When he began backing her up the beach, Emma simpered, “I thought we were going for a swim first.”
“I think we’ll begin with a different pleasurable activity, since your little show on the Jolly has gotten me quite worked up, you minx.”
She batted her lashes at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”
Killian growled and bent over to place his arms under her thighs, hoisting her up and over his shoulder. As she playfully slapped his firm buttocks and giggled, he strode across the sand into the shade of the trees. Lowering her to a soft patch of tall grass, he hovered over her, leaning on his forearms. “Here I am, trying to guide my ship, while my wife leans over the bow, wiggling her pretty little ass in front of me, testing all of my sailing skills. Now you shall pay, bloody temptress.”
She couldn’t contain the deep laugh bubbling up from her belly, but it quickly turned to a moan as he nudged her legs apart and rubbed his now rigid cock against her center. His tongue licked at the salty skin between her breasts, then nipped at the sensitive underside of them.
Her hands reached up to grab fistfuls of grass beside her head, trying to anchor herself from floating away because of the extremely pleasurable sensations he was causing. Shifting his weight to his left arm, he used his fingers to test her readiness, finding her slick already. “You certainly are overheated, my love,” he crooned, pumping two fingers into her.
“I need you,” she panted. “Please Killian, don’t make me wait.”
“Well, since you insisted on using that lovely bottom to tease me all the way here, I think it’s only fair that I get to have it in front of me now.”
She opened her eyes and blinked at him, pushing through the waves of bliss to understand his meaning. When she finally comprehended, her lips turned up in a sensuous smile and she urged him to move to the side, enabling her to get up on her hands and knees. Swaying her hips back and forth, she looked over her shoulder and smirked, “You promised to pillage and plunder, Pirate. Time for you to deliver.”
He dipped his head to give her a sly look through his thick, dark lashes, as he scooted to kneel directly behind her. “As you wish, Darling,” he said, his voice deep and raspy with desire. Using his wrist on her left hip to steady her, he grasped his cock with his hand and guided it to her entrance. After rubbing it through her arousal a few times, he plunged home in one swift stroke.
The obscene moan his wife released upon being filled required him to set a fast pace. He thrust into her frantically, and she pushed her hips back at him on each withdrawal, signifying her need for more…harder…faster. Their bodies were so in tune with each other, there was no need for words; yet the filthy ones falling from her lips spurred him on even more.
When his orgasm began tingling at the base of his spine, he moved his hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing and pinching the overly sensitive nub and quickly bringing her to the brink. She cried out her release as her cunt clamped tightly around his cock, giving him no choice but to follow her over the blissful edge.
Her shaking arms wouldn’t hold her up any longer and she dropped down onto her forearms, gasping for breath. Killian continued to rut into her as the aftershocks rolled through them and his cock softened inside her. He ran his hand up her side to fondle her breast and tease her nipple, trying to draw out the pleasure for both of them.
When he finally withdrew, Emma completely collapsed on the ground, then slowly rolled over to look at him, a lazy smile on her lips.
“Is my saucy wench satisfied?” he drawled.
“Mmm…maybe.”
His brow shot up. “Maybe?”
“I mean, I do feel thoroughly pillaged, but I’m not so sure about being plundered.”
In a flash, he jumped to his feet and scooped her up. She squeaked in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck, kicking her feet helplessly as he stalked toward the water. Wading in mid-thigh, he swung her back and tossed her unceremoniously into the drink.
She came up sputtering and wiping the hair out of her face. When she could see clearly again, she took in the form of her husband, standing proudly with his arms crossed, naked as the day he was born. Instead of moving toward him, she turned and swam away, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist coming after her.
Sure enough, she soon felt his hand wrap around her ankle, tugging her backwards. She didn’t put up much resistance, preferring to be in his arms. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her waist, nibbling at her ear lobe. “Trying to escape, my love?”
“I thought pirates liked hunting for their treasure,” she laughed.
“Mmm, and you are most certainly a treasure,” he assured her. “The greatest treasure I’ve ever had the privilege of finding.”
She turned in his arms, sliding her hands up his muscular chest, mesmerized by the water droplets dripping down his body. When her eyes met his, she was once again rendered breathless by the depth of the love she saw in them. No matter how long they were together, she still found it difficult to believe that someone could love her so completely.
“I love you,” she breathed.
He grinned and bent to kiss her, loving the salty taste of her lips. “And I, you,” he whispered against them.
They sank down into the water until they were submerged to their shoulders, then Killian encouraged her to relax against him, floating on her back with his arms supporting her from underneath. When he determined her to be calm and weightless, he began running his fingers lightly and teasingly across her skin, kissing whatever body parts were accessible to him above the water. His aim was not to arouse, but to bring her the pleasure of being worshiped by her true love, and the small sounds she was making let him know he was achieving his goal.
“This is heaven,” she sighed and heard his low hum of agreement. “I wish we didn’t have to go back tonight.”
“We don’t.”
She opened her eyes. “Killian, we can’t just disappear overnight. People will worry and Henry…”
“I sent a message to Henry telling him we wouldn’t be home tonight. He’s planning to stay at Regina’s. I also messaged your father so they wouldn’t worry. The rest of the town doesn’t need to know where you’ve gone. Perhaps they’ll appreciate you more if they know you’re not always at their beck and call for every trivial thing. We’ll return tomorrow morning after a relaxing night at sea.”
“You really are the best, Babe.”
“I simply know the needs of my lady love.”
They continued to float and frolic in the cool, refreshing water until the sun began to dip below the horizon. After swimming closer to the shore, they stood up and walked hand-in-hand onto the beach, collecting their clothes and pulling them on over their wet bodies. Killian sank down on the sand and directed Emma to sit between his legs, leaning back against his chest to watch the sky change colors. He was pleased to see how serene she was, after witnessing how stressed she had been earlier that day.
When the light was nearly gone, they silently got into the rowboat and made their way back to his ship. After climbing aboard and securing the small boat, he bade her to stay up on deck, while he went below, emerging a few minutes later carrying a large wicker basket.
“I hope that has food in it, because I’m starving,” Emma said.
He eyed her with mock disdain. “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t supply my beloved wife with sustenance?”
She giggled as he set the basket down and opened it. First, he pulled out a blanket and she helped him lay it out on the deck. Then he removed sandwiches, fruit, cheese and crackers. Next came a thermos, which she assumed contained the promised rum punch, and two glasses. Finally, he removed a lighter and a pair of candles in jars.
“Wow, Babe. You thought of everything,” Emma praised.
“I wanted to make this as relaxing for you as possible, after the trying day you had, Love.”
She leaned in to give him a kiss, then they seated themselves on the blanket. Opening the thermos, she poured them each a drink, as he lit the candles. They ate their dinner while watching the stars blink across the sky, sharing bits of conversation now and then, but mostly just enjoying the peace and quiet.
When they finished, he caught his wife yawning and suggested turning in for the night. She readily agreed and they packed everything back into the basket. Killian helped her to her feet and she wrapped herself around him, sighing into his chest. “You managed to turn a terribly frustrating day into something very special. Thank you, Killian.”
Combing his fingers through her tangled hair, he quietly replied, “You’re welcome, Love. You can count on me anytime you need to get away.”
“If this heatwave continues, it might become a daily thing.”
His laugh rumbled under her cheek. “I can’t say I would mind that at all.”
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