#one more bag of nonsense before s4 knocks me down

[unfolded73]

Another New York City Serenade (1/7)

Summary: With the visitors from Arendelle gone and Gold banished, Emma and Killian’s relationship continues to deepen, especially when an excuse for a road trip away from Storybrooke falls into their laps. (A S4 hiatus story).

Otherwise known as: unfolded73′s 2016-2017 winter hiatus project, otherwise known as  "Seven Chapters of Fucking with a Smattering of Plot", otherwise known as  "We're Saying We Need to Research a Magical Item, But Really We Just Wanna Fuck Loudly and Away From All the People That Know Us and Might Feel the Need to Comment on Our Loud Fucking" (that last one is TM @j-philly-b, beta extraordinaire who lets me facetime her on New Year’s Eve when I’m drunk)

Rating: Explicit (does it need saying?)

Word Count: 4072 this chapter

CHAPTER 1

It had been a weird day.

She wasn’t even sure if holding her boyfriend’s literal heart in her hand was the weirdest thing, but… no, that was probably the weirdest thing. Followed closely by sending their friends from Arendelle through a magical door, watching Belle command her husband with the Dark One’s dagger (and thank God she had), and doing a shot with Regina.

Now here she was, leaving what was apparently the Author’s house with Regina and Henry, their son flush with his success at finding the room full of empty storybooks.

“Henry’s at your place for a couple of days, right?”

Regina frowned. “That is our agreed upon schedule, Emma, if you expect to change—”

“No, no change, just checking that you were still on board with the schedule, that’s all.” She held up a placating hand. Every discussion of their shared custody of Henry was a potential minefield, and Regina was still sensitive after the period of time when Henry hadn’t remembered her. Not to mention, she had had a really shitty day.

Regina looked briefly remorseful for jumping to conclusions. “Do you want a ride back to the loft before I take Henry home?” They’d taken Regina’s car from Granny’s to the Author’s house after Henry had interrupted their plans for binge drinking. Now it seemed the moment had passed.

Emma’s mind went immediately to Killian. After she’d restored his heart to his chest (and after he’d kissed her hard enough to weaken her knees), he’d excused himself to take a long shower and wash the stink of the Dark One away, he’d said. Which is why she’d been at loose ends and ended up drinking with Regina in the first place.

“Could you drop me at Granny’s, actually?”

Regina arched an eyebrow at her, and Emma glanced at Henry in the backseat, but he was flipping through the storybook and wasn’t paying them any attention.

“I just want to make sure Hook’s okay, what with the whole heart… thing,” she said, gesturing violently at her chest to mime jamming a heart back in place.

“Of course you do,” Regina said, her skepticism at Emma’s motives clear, but she made no other comment about it. Emma waved goodbye to them both, and then went around the building to the entrance for the inn, not wanting to be waylaid by anyone still at the diner.

As she climbed the stairs, her heart hammered in her chest. He might be exhausted; had Gold let him sleep? Maybe she shouldn’t bother him. Or maybe she should just check quickly that there hadn’t been any side-effects from her amateur heart restoration, and then let him sleep. Maybe this was the worst possible time to be pondering whether she’d regret not packing an overnight bag. If only Henry hadn’t interrupted her and Regina, because just a couple more shots of liquid courage would have been helpful.

Her knock on his door was tentative; the last thing she wanted to do was wake him. But she heard him moving across the room, and when the door opened, there was no evidence that he’d been sleeping. Only his lack of shoes or a jacket indicated that he might be in for the night.

“Swan.” His face broke into a smile. “I wondered where you’d gotten off to. I was just debating whether I should call your phone with mine.”

With a smile at his slightly awkward phrasing, Emma stepped into the room at his gestured invitation. “Sorry about that, Henry needed me for something. And then I wasn’t sure if you’d be asleep…” His hair was damp from his shower, but he’d put clothes back on, perhaps to look for her downstairs.

“I am not, as you can see.”

They stood awkwardly staring at each other for a few seconds, and Emma wished she could just zap them back to the moment after she’d returned his heart, when they had fused themselves together instantaneously without over-thinking it, as she was definitely doing now.

Maybe the best approach was just to lay it all out on the table. She shrugged out of her jacket and set it aside.

“I feel like things between us got a little bit derailed,” she said finally. “We had a couple of dates, and things were going great, but then my magic went haywire and Gold took your heart, and I just—”

“I’m sorry, Emma.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything.”

Killian looked pained. “I do. The Dark One never would have stolen my heart if I hadn’t tried to blackmail him into restoring my hand. I went about everything the wrong way, and it put you in danger to him, more danger than you know even now. And it was all my fault.”

Emma reached out and took hold of his hook. “And would you have done that if you hadn’t thought that you needed to be something more in order to be with me?” She raised the hook to her mouth and kissed it, noticing the way the action made his eyes widen, his breath catch. “Maybe if I had made it clear that you’re enough just as you are, then—”

“In no way is any of this your fault, Swan, so don’t even suggest such a thing.” Reaching out with his hand, he caressed her cheek.

“Well, then don’t you suggest that you are responsible for Gold ripping your heart out of your chest and turning you into his puppet, okay?”

A quick, awkward smile flashed on his lips but didn’t reach his eyes. “As you say.”

“Look, I didn’t bring this up so that you could beat yourself up over whatever happened between you and Gold.” She stepped closer, her knees touching his. “I brought it up because I wanted to tell you that before everything went crazy, I had decided that it was definitely time for us to spend the night together, and I’d like to pick things up there, if you don’t mind.” She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she bravely met his gaze.

Without a word Killian swept in for a kiss, his mouth warm and eager, opening readily to taste her. Emma thought again that she should have known what was wrong, the way he had kissed her while Gold was controlling him. The cold precision of it was so unlike him that she chided herself for not deducing that his heart had been taken, which was surely nonsense, but she felt guilty anyway.

Killian pressed in close, hand clutching her waist, anchoring her in place as he continued to explore her mouth. When he pulled away, she chased his lips.

“Are you certain?” he whispered, and she couldn’t help but smile, giddy with relief. She’d come close to losing him today, had been helpless as she watched Gold get within a hair’s breadth of crushing his heart, and the fact that he was still with her, warm and solid and smelling so good, was making her light-headed.

“Yeah. That is, if you want to.”

He laughed, a deep chuckle that did things to her insides. “Are you honestly asking if I want to share my bed with you, Swan? As if the answer to that could be anything but an enthusiastic shout of ‘yes’ from the top of the clock tower?” He kissed her again, a sweet, innocent touch of his lips to hers that somehow promised more.

“Well, let’s not shout anything from the clock tower about our sex life, okay?” She sat down on the bed, reaching down to take her boots off. “The whole town is probably going to know our business soon enough as it is.”

Sitting beside her, Killian looked pleased and a bit shocked, as if he hadn’t considered that the evening might turn out like this. It was so adorable that she had to kiss him again, and it didn’t take much pressure before he tipped backwards and they were lying down, her body half on top of his, her hair hanging down around their faces in blonde waves. His hand skimmed over her head and then down to her ass before moving up under her thin sweater against the skin of her back.

A thought occurred to Emma and she broke the kiss with a groan. She rolled over beside him, pulling her phone out of her pocket and looking at it. “Speaking of people knowing our business, I should probably tell my parents something, just so they won’t expect me home tonight.”

Killian winced. “Try to phrase it in such a way that your father doesn’t see fit to murder me.”

“I’m a thirty-year-old woman with a child; he needs to chill.” Nonetheless, she clicked on ‘Mary Margaret’ from her list of contacts. don’t wait up for me tonite, she texted.

“It is true that the sexual mores of this realm are quite different from the Enchanted Forest,” Killian said.

“Oh, yeah? Everyone dutifully waited until they were married there, huh?”

Oh? Big plans? popped up on her phone screen from her mother.

Emma made a face at the phone. Yeah, I plan to ride my boyfriend into next week, she thought before texting back simply, spending the night with hook. No point in being coy about it, she thought. They’d put two and two together anyway.

“No, I certainly wouldn’t say that, even among those who were more upstanding citizens than my good self. But still, people in this realm seem very... free with their willingness to share a bedchamber with whomever they choose.”

“I guess.” She watched the three dots blinking on her phone as her mother composed another text. Finally, Use protection!! appeared, followed by an emoji of an umbrella and an eggplant. “Oh my god,” Emma muttered, clicking the screen off and putting her phone aside.

“Everything all right?” Killian asked, his hand stroking up and down her hip.

“Yeah, sorry.” She smiled. “I don’t know how much you’ve learned about modern birth control in this realm; I assume it’s different from the Enchanted Forest.”

“I did a bit of research, as it happens,” he said, spots of color appearing on his cheeks, “because we often relied on potions, which I assumed weren't an option here. Unless Regina has a side business I'm not aware of.”

“Can you imagine?” She snorted with laughter. “So here's the thing,” she said, barreling ahead with the talk that was never fun, no matter who she had it with, but she’d learned her lesson after Neal. “I have something called an IUD which keeps me from getting pregnant. One unplanned pregnancy in my life was enough, believe me. But there's also… were sexually transmitted diseases a thing you had to deal with? Because here people use condoms for that.”

“Aye, such ailments existed, although I never suffered from any myself.”

“That you know of,” she countered. “I'd just be more comfortable if we could use condoms for now.” She glanced over at her jacket, where she had jammed her wallet in the pocket that morning. “I brought a couple, so—”

“Swan, I assure you,” he said, nuzzling his nose against hers, “I will joyfully do anything, with a song in my heart, in service of sharing our bodies in pleasure.”

“Oh.” She bridged the space between their mouths and kissed him, her lips sliding wetly against his. “That's very sweet. And hot.” Her fingers went to work unbuttoning his shirt, parting it to gradually reveal the way his familiar chest hair led an enticing trail down his abdomen, disappearing below his belt. As soon as she had his shirt open, Killian sat up, clicking his hook out and setting it aside. He then moved to unbutton his left sleeve cuff so that he could work his shirt off over the brace he wore underneath. While he did that, Emma shimmied out of her jeans and pulled her sweater off over her head, throwing both on the floor.

Killian's fingers had fallen to his belt when he registered her, lying there on the bed in her underwear. He froze, his eyes drinking her in. She hadn't worn any kind of spectacular matching lingerie, just a black bra and a nice pair of cotton panties with blue stripes, but he looked at her like she was some kind of goddess come to earth.

“You are the loveliest creature I’ve ever seen.” He moved over her, and Emma wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the way the muscles of his back moved under her hands, the slightly scratchy press of his chest against hers. Deep open-mouthed kisses that she felt all the way down to her knees led to his mouth on her neck, her shoulder, his fingers pulling her bra strap down her arm, his lips and tongue following in its wake. Her legs fell open as he rolled her underneath him, and she rutted against the roughness of his erection inside his jeans, his belt buckle digging into the soft skin of her abdomen.

As they kissed, her hand skated over one of the leather straps that held his brace in place. “You can take this off. But you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” she added off the nervous expression on his face.

He paused, pressing his forehead against hers. “I fear it would cool your desire if you were to see me without it,” he finally said, hesitant.

Stroking the scar on his cheek, her heart broke for him a little. “I guarantee that it won’t.”

He breathed with her for a few moments before nodding. Killian sat back on his heels, and Emma watched him, breathless, as he unbuckled the straps and dropped his brace to the floor. His eyes held a mixture of worry and awe, and all she wanted to do was soothe that worry away forever. Taking hold of his left wrist, she sat up, her legs still bracketing his. Pressing the end of his stunted arm against her chest, she stretched forward and kissed him gently. “I’m a fan of every part of you,” she said against his mouth, echoing his own words back at him.

She felt the moment that her acceptance struck him; it was like magic the way she could sense the flare of passion roll through him as he captured her mouth again. “Emma,” he gasped, his hand spanning her cheek, and the desperation in his voice made desire spark inside her.

Fumbling for his belt buckle, Emma’s hands shook. She suddenly needed to get his pants off right fucking now, but was thwarted as Killian pulled the cup of her bra down, his lips closing around her nipple. What had been a slow burn between them, slowed further by the unsexy practicality of contraceptives and Killian’s hesitancy over his missing hand, flared into an uncontrollable blaze. She persevered with his jeans, getting the zipper open and working her hand down inside to close her fingers around his erection. His hot breath exhaled over her breast. She stroked his cock, hard and smooth skin in her fist making her crave him all the more, and grinned in triumph as he moaned brokenly.

“Get these off,” she demanded, and stopped fondling him so that she could push at the waistband of his jeans. His face was all smirky confidence now, any shame about his uncovered wrist forgotten.

“As my lady commands,” he said, voice low and gravelly with desire.

Rolling her eyes, Emma stood and went over to the chair where she had dropped her jacket and struggled to pull her wallet out of the small pocket. As she unzipped it and took out the condoms, her eyes were drawn to Killian kicking his jeans away. He crawled up the bed, completely naked now, and turned the covers down, arranging himself under them like some kind of fucking calendar model and beckoning to her. He was completely unfair and it occurred to her, not for the first time, how totally and utterly doomed she was when it came to this man.

With a deep breath, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, then slid her underwear off, shimmying a little to drop them to the floor. The way Killian was watching her as she walked over to join him in bed, she supposed the feeling was mutual.

Their bodies met in a tangle of legs and crush of lips, his thigh pressed precisely against her, and she tried not to moan, tried not to blatantly grind down on him, but she was helpless. She wanted him, all of him, now. One of the condoms was still clutched in her hand, and she brought it to her lips, intending to rip open the package.

“Not so fast,” he murmured, taking the foil packet from her and setting it on the pillow above her head. “There’s no hurry.” She laughed, not liking the slightly hysterical edge she heard in her voice. Self-consciousness flushed her cheeks. He seemed to read her feelings and shook his head, smiling softly. “Don’t mistake me, Emma. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want to be inside you.” Her stomach swooped and she watched, mesmerized, as his ringed fingers stroked gently across her abdomen, up to her breast, and then down over the flare of her hipbone. “But I’ll never have another first time seeing you naked, and I very much want to appreciate it.”

God. He was unreal. She could feel his tamped-down desire in the slight tremble of his hand, in the wet press of the tip of his cock against her thigh. He bent and took her nipple in his mouth again, the fringe of his hair tickling her chest. He pressed on her hip until she rolled onto her back, and then he reached down and lifted her thigh, encouraging her to bend her knee and open for him. “I’ll never have another first time touching you here.” Then it was gentle strokes between her legs, not inside her yet, not focusing anywhere in particular, just touching and learning her body. Emma closed her eyes, trying to relax into the pleasure of it, but her hips had a mind of their own, lifting against his hand, chasing more and more and more.

“Tell me what you like, Emma.”

She didn’t open her eyes. “This. This is good.”

His nose pressed against her cheek as he muttered urgently to her. “Tell me, love.” His middle finger found her clit, and she gasped. “There. I know you like that. Do you like a light touch,” he asked, his finger making tiny circles, “or do you like it harder, rougher?” He shifted, pressing down with the heel of his hand, kneading her flesh, stimulating some deep and primal part of her. Emma moaned, a moan that was probably too loud for an inn run by wolves, but she couldn’t begin to care.

“What about inside you?” Killian continued, one finger trailing down and sliding in. He rutted against her side, his cock dragging along her hip, and it was the first sign of a break in his control since they’d gotten naked. “Do you like it like that?”

“More,” she gasped.

One finger became two, sliding in and out of her slowly. “Gods, you’re so wet, it’s driving me mad with wanting you,” he groaned.

“You’re the one…” she tried to say, trailing off in another breathy moan, “who wanted to go slow.”

“Aye, that I did.” He continued to fuck her with his fingers. “More?” She nodded quickly, and he added a third finger. “You like to be stretched open, Swan? So wanton and ready for me to fuck you. Is that what you need?”

God, yes. “Yes.”

He pulled his hand away, leaving her empty and needy. As she reached over her head and grabbed the condom, he clutched her hip, wet fingers digging into her flesh. “I want…” his eyes flicked up to hers, almost bashful, which was ridiculous given the things he’d been saying. “I want to make sure I please you, Swan. If you need me to touch you while I’m inside you, tell me.”

Had any man ever asked her that? Actually asked what she needed to get off? She didn’t think so. Ripping open the condom wrapper with her teeth, she spit out the bit of foil and concentrated on rolling it down his cock. If he was unfamiliar with the process, he gave no indication of it, his eyelashes fluttering as she touched him. Figuring his request deserved an honest answer in return, Emma took a deep breath. “Sometimes I do need a little extra stimulation,” she admitted, “but not always. I can come from just the fucking, sometimes.”

He moved on top of her, settling between her legs. “Duly noted,” he said, kissing her. She tried to kiss him back but she was smiling too much, because he was just so earnest about learning what she liked in bed, and it was probably the last thing she would have expected when he first swaggered into her life. Then he thrust his hips, his cock sliding across her clit, and she forgot to think at all.

“Fuck, now, Killian.” She reached down and took him in her hand, guiding him to her entrance. He pushed, sliding in slowly, braced above her on his forearms. Harsh pants filled the space between them as they adjusted to each other.

“You all right?” he asked, his eyes opening and meeting hers. He was unmoving, and she could see the strain of it on his face.

“Yeah.” She raised one of her legs, curling it around him and settling her foot on the back of his calf. Her hands grasped at his ass, trying to pull him even deeper as her hips moved restlessly under him.

With an unintelligible groan, Killian started a slow rhythm, pulling halfway out before snapping his hips forward and burying himself deep once again. His pelvis hit her perfectly on every stroke, and it was so good. He was so fucking good, and it wasn’t until she saw his grin that she realized she had said some of that out loud. But she just smiled back, because they were finally having sex, after so many weeks of longing. She was having sex with Captain Hook, and she couldn’t be happier.

He kept up that perfect rhythm, that perfect thrusting that made her feel so full and so good. “Oh God, Killian, I’m … I’m gonna …” She couldn’t believe how quickly she was going to orgasm, it was almost too fast, but she was greedy for it, greedy for how amazing he was making her feel. When it hit her, she moaned shamelessly, eyes rolling back and fingernails digging into the muscles of his biceps.

Neither of them lasted long. He slowed at first, drawing out her pleasure, but as she started to come back to herself his thrusts sped up, lost their finesse, and it was no time before he was groaning his way through it, his teeth pressing into her shoulder, breath coming sharply through his nostrils.

She drifted in a haze of pleasure and happiness as he carefully pulled out, getting up and stumbling over the wastebasket to dispose of the condom. When he turned off the lamp and got back under the covers, Emma indulged in snuggling up close to him, her face pressed against his chest. She felt Killian’s deep sigh of contentment, his hand lazily stroking her back. It had been years since she’d done this, been this open after sex, allowing herself to just enjoy being close to a person that she had been intimate with. She wondered how soon he’d be ready for round two, and she grinned secretly to herself.

“That was…” he said, finally at a loss for words. Memories of Neverland, and the way his loneliness and longing had echoed her own, made her pull him closer.

“Yeah. It was.” She closed her eyes. Before she knew it, it would be morning, and she would have to figure out the best way to incorporate this deepening relationship with Killian into her life in Storybrooke. Threading her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, she wished she could stay inside this quiet bubble with him forever.

CHAPTER 2