Author's note: First in a collection of smut drabbles. Most prompts from Tumblr, except this one. This one's all me. ;) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If they were mine, this show would be on HBO, LBR.

As the sixth scantily clad girl walked by, Emma was wondering why she'd ever agreed to this damn trip in the first place. She'd have been perfectly fine spending time alone with Killian...at home. Where there were no barely decent beach bunnies and everyone knew the gorgeous guy next to her was hers. But the pirate had insisted. He wanted to see more of her world, where she came from. There wasn't much she could do about that – Emma had bounced from too many foster homes to have any real sense of what home was until she'd come to Storybrooke. But he'd turned on the charm and convinced her anyway. So they'd left Henry with Regina and Robin and headed south.

Now they were on a beach – Emma in her bikini and Killian in rather tame trunks – enjoying the sun and sand. At least Emma was trying to enjoy it. With nearly every woman on the beach with eyes staring at Killian as they sat underneath their umbrella, it was difficult for Emma to relax. She wasn't jealous per se. No, Emma was annoyed. Didn't those girls have something else to do? Something other than ogling her...boyfriend? Was the right word? It had to be; they weren't married or engaged or anything. Yeah, she'd woken him up with True Love's Kiss – she was still figuring that one out – but they'd never really talked about what they were. They were just...together. And after fighting him for so long, it was relief, if Emma was being completely honest with herself. And she was happy. Not the fake happiness of New York, but really properly and completely happy. She had Henry, her parents, her friends and she had Killian. Her life was finally falling into place and she wanted to enjoy it, damn it.

Now if only their fellow beach goers would get the damn message.

"Love, you've been reading the same page for the last fifteen minutes," Killian said, brushing his lips over her arm. "Something the matter?"

"I'm fine," she said tersely.

"You've never been a very good liar, Swan." Emma raised her head to protest. "At least not to me. Open book, remember?"

Emma scowled and closed her book. "Okay. So what am I thinking?"

Killian's blue eyes twinkled with mirth. "That you'd wished we'd found a more private stretch of beach."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised that your mind is in the gutter? You must be loving all this attention."

"Lass, the only woman whose attention I want is yours." To prove his point, he closed the distance between them and kissed her, long and slow, his fingers brushing over her bare stomach. Emma half heartedly tried to push him away – they were still in broad daylight for Christ's sake – but she couldn't deny a part of her got a thrill from such a public display of affection right there in front of Killian's admiration society. Emma threaded her fingers through his hair, getting lost in the kiss, wishing they were anywhere but there.

"Emma," Killian murmured softly. "We should go."

"I thought you liked the beach?"

"I didn't say go back to our hotel, love. I just said go."

She remembered what he'd said earlier about a more private stretch of beach. Emma kissed him again, a bit hungrily, getting them riled up on purpose. "Well, let's go then."

Killian stifled a groan as she pulled away, his eyes burning with barely concealed lust. Emma moved away from him, getting quickly to her feet. She recognized that look, knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for long and if they didn't get out of here right now, there was going to be a scene that would get them both locked up. In a matter of moments, they gathered their things and marched up the beach, Killian moving a bit awkwardly behind her.

Emma didn't look at anyone as they left; anyone who'd witnessed their little display had a good idea of why the blonde and her dark haired boyfriend were leaving in a hurry. Those people just didn't know precisely where they were going, only Emma did. She was feeling a bit reckless, the desire to get those ogling girls back welling inside her. So they would stay close, far enough away for a semblance of privacy, but close enough to add a certain element of thrill. This more brazen side had come as a surprise to her; she'd never been like this before Killian. But he had her embracing all sorts of emotions and desires she hadn't before. Because she knew she was completely safe with him.

"Where are we headed, love?" Killian asked, coming up and resting his hand at the small of her back. He just couldn't keep his hand off her for long when he was like this, and she loved it.

"You'll see." She turned the corner walked up the boardwalk, well past where people usually headed down to the beach. It was dinner time, so there were a lot of people about; no one would notice them slipping off the beaten path to a deserted stretch of beach.

Emma stepped over the shoddy weathered driftwood fence; meant to keep people out, it clearly deterred no one as Emma saw old footsteps in the scrub grass, leading out to the sandy cliff.

"Careful, Swan," Killian said quietly, his voice pitched low and going straight to her core. "What would the good citizens of Storybrooke think?"

"That I've been corrupted by the nefarious pirate no doubt," Emma retorted without hesitation. And in a way, they'd be right. "Hurry up."

A few more minutes of walking and Emma found the spot she was searching for. She shook out the blanket they'd brought, spreading it over the sand and light grass. Killian dropped the basket next to it and wasted no time gathering her in his arms, kissing her hard. "We're not leaving our room for the rest of this trip," he mumbled against her lips, his fingers brushing over her exposed skin. "Nearly drove me mad like this, Emma."

"Like what?"

"A bloody siren, you are. So much skin and I couldn't touch you."

"What? Not impressed by your admirers?"

Killian growled. "I told you, love. I only want you."

"So take me."

More gently than Emma imagined, Killian loosened the knot on her wrap allowing the sheer fabric to fall away. "So beautiful," he mumbled, kissing her again. "I'm going to take my time, love. That's your punishment."

"For what?"

"For insinuating that I could ever want anyone else." Judging from the look in his eyes, this was a punishment she was going to enjoy. Killian lowered her to the blanket, his lips immediately on hers, kissing her breathless. Her hands roamed over his bare back, fingers skimming over the scars there. He was strong and painfully handsome; the scars and loss of his hand the only imperfections on his amazing body. But Emma loved even these blemishes, a reminder that he lived so long and still managed to find his way to her.

Killian's fingers toyed with the string that held together the top of her bikini, pulling on the knot; it came loose in his hand. His lips moved down along her neck and collar, licking and nipping at her skin not quite enough to leave a mark. She knew that would be her fate when they got back to their room. He did love marking her as his.

Emma groaned softly as he moved lower, lips brushing the tops of her exposed breasts. She watched him with hooded eyes as he worshiped her skin, reaching under her to pull the rest of the bikini top from her body. He tossed it aside and went back to his work, his talented mouth latching onto one of her erect nipples. "Oh god," she breathed, trying to keep her voice down, knowing they still weren't very far from people. "Killian...fuck." Desire burned through her, going straight to the ache between her legs.

Killian laughed wickedly. "Not quite yet, my love. Soon." He switched his attentions to her other breast, fingers twirling its abandoned twin. Emma jerked under him, a moan tumbling from her lips; she was beginning to regret her suggestion earlier. Of course he didn't want anyone else; he'd done the impossible, crossing realms and scaling the walls of her scarred heart to win it, just as he'd promised so long ago.

"Killian...please, just touch me. I need you to touch me." She was begging and didn't even care. If she didn't get some kind of relief to the tension building inside her, then she might well explode.

Killian released her, his eyes impossibly darker. "As you wish." He moved down her body and quickly rid her of the scrap of cloth that still covered her. Killian spread her legs and settled between her thighs, his breath hot on her aching flesh. "You are dripping, love. So wet and aching for me. You're going to feel glorious wrapped around me. But first, I'm going to taste you." Before Emma could draw another breath, he slid his tongue along her folds making her gasp. Her hips bucked against him wantonly, needing more.

Emma bit her lip to keep from crying out, Killian's mouth relentless against her. He licked and nibbled at her folds, sucked on her clit, over and over until she was a whimpering needy mess. She begged and pleaded but he showed her no mercy, finally fucking her with his wicked tongue while his thumb teased her clit in tight hard circles. Emma's thighs clamped around his head as she came violently, body shuddering, mouth open in a silent scream. Killian stroked her through it, easing her down from her high. "That's it, love," he whispered, placing a parting kiss to her sensitive clit. "I'm going to fuck you properly now."

He made quick work of his trunks, shucking them deftly for a guy with one hand. Soon Killian was looming over her, his mouth and chin glistening with her release, grinning. The smug bastard. His cock nudged her entrance and any coherent thought in her head vanished. She rocked her hips, more than ready for him. "Shut up and get inside me, pirate."

Killian shifted his hips, plunging inside her, hitting her deep. Emma's back arched with the force of it, fingers clawing at his arms, trying desperately to keep her cries at bay. He fit inside her perfectly, his thick cock stretching her deliciously. "Gods, you are so bloody tight. Wet and warm and fuck." Emma could feel the tension in his body, his need for her straining every muscle.

"Fuck me, Killian," she said. "Take what you need."

He didn't need to be told twice; his movements were rough, cock plunging inside her with deep hard thrusts. She met him thrust for thrust, giving as good as she got. She could feel a second orgasm building; at this pace, it wouldn't take long to get her there again. Emma dragged his lips down to hers, kissing him in a fiery duel of lips and tongues and teeth. They weren't making much of an effort to be quiet, not anymore. If they got caught, it would be worth it. This felt too amazing to give up.

"Gods, I'm close, Emma," Killian gasped, his voice harsh and demanding. "Come for me, love. One more time."

Helpless to do anything but heed his demand, Emma cried out as her second orgasm ripped through her. Killian covered her mouth with his, stifling her shout. She was still coming when she felt him pulse inside her, his body going rigid as his release washed over him.

Emma barely noticed Killian collapse on top of her, spent. "Fuck, Emma," he breathed against her skin.

"You just did," she replied distractedly.

"You...are a bloody marvel, lass."

Emma smiled weakly. "I could...say the same thing...about you," she panted.

Killian rolled off her, exposing her sweat soaked skin to the cool sea air. Emma whimpered in protest, but he stayed where he was, as they tried to get their breath back. She felt his fingers brush over hers; Emma moved just enough to curl her hand into his. "We should head back."

"Aye." Neither of them were moving.

"You know, in a few minutes."

"Aye."

By the time they found the energy to pack up and head back to their hotel, the sun was sinking below the horizon. It was the last sunset they saw for the rest of their trip.