A series of one-shot smutty Captain Swan fics. Will be updated irregularly as inspiration and time allow.

This first one is essentially PWP. Just a peppy little something thrown together in light of the coming darkness.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.

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They were just past tipsy when they stumbled out of the Rabbit Hole late that night, with their arms wrapped around each other and a stolen bottle of rum between them, giggling madly at nothing as they tripped their way down the main street of Storybrooke. When they were slightly inebriated like this Killian was usually the more hands-y of the two of them, always sneaking a hand along Emma's thigh or nosing at her neck, Emma happily playing along. And tonight was no exception.

The cool night air did nothing to dampen the heat racing through them, brought on by the evening's drinking and the sparks that always seemed to fly when they were together. Killian's hands blazed a fiery trail along Emma's side, finding every sensitive spot she never knew she had and whispering sinfully in her ear.

"I'll bet you've been thinking 'bout this all day love," He slurred, accent thick with liquor. "I'll bet you were wet just imagining us, mouths on skin, hands 'neath clothes, bet it had you dripping darling."

The combination of liquor and lust in her system had her laughing and moaning at his words. Her hands clutched the lapels of his jacket eagerly, sliding underneath to smooth over the hard planes of his chest and down low on his stomach, playing with the skin just below his belt. His answering groan rumbled under her touch and sent heat spiraling to her center, the anticipation building higher as they walked.

As they made their way up the plank and onto the Jolly Roger, Emma distantly realized that the deck was entirely empty, and that the whole ship likely was too. A smirk lit her face as she dragged Killian behind the mast, out of sight of the town, and fused their lips together. Shoving him against the wood she easily slid her tongue into his mouth, mapping out the cavern and earning her another groan from the pirate. His hand came up to cradle her head, while his hook wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her close so she could feel the evidence of his arousal through his jeans.

She had noticed that Killian was always turned on by her taking charge like this, and by being the one to drive her to such neediness. He would touch and tease her all night, building up the coil inside her tightly until she was hot and wanting. And then as soon as they were alone, or rather alone enough, she would jump him. It had led to many a close encounter in near public places for them, from alleys and hallways to backseats of cars and local town gatherings. And now, it had led them to the very exposed deck of his ship.

Emma dropped the forgotten rum bottle on the deck and dragged her hands down the planes of Killian's leanly muscled abs until she reached his belt. She loosened the buckle; freeing his erection and watching it spring up against his stomach. Emma took the hardened flesh in hand, stroking it slowing while her lips made their way downward to join.

"Gods love, you're exquisite. Always so eager," Killian crooned, head falling back against the mast as she moved to kneel in front of him.

"Eyes on me sailor. I want you watching me," Emma breathed, her mouth barely touching the tip of him.

Killian cracked open his eyes and tilted his head forward, locking blue eyes on green and smirking playfully. "Thought you might. You do love an audience," He replied, cocky.

His cockiness didn't last long when her tongue licked a stripe along the underside of him, swirling over the head and curling around the tip to lick up the bead of pre-cum there. She repeated the action slowly several more times, starting at different points and tracing mindless patterns along his length. By the time she had tongued over most him Killian was gasping out her name, and she finally moved to take him more fully in her mouth. She kept one hand on his hips, holding him steady, and another hand at the base of his cock, stroking it up and down his length in time with the bobbing of her mouth.

"Emma!" His hand came to rest on the back of her head, tugging at her hair in an effort not to plunder her mouth. "Love, If you don't stop soon I'll…"

Emma pulled back enough to look up at him and answer, "I want you to. I wanna see you come." She quickly replaced her mouth on him, hastening her efforts. He grew harder and bigger with every slide of her tongue and mouth. She opened her throat, letting him slide even deeper. He came with a hoarse cry of her name and with strings of his milky essence shooting out, her throat greedily drinking him dry.

She slowed her pace as he came back down to earth, planting a kiss on his tip and pulling his pants up enough so that they wouldn't trip him while he moved. His breathing came out in harsh pants, a sated smile on his face as his arms came to loosely wrap around her and hold her close. Killian tugged her face toward his and she moved willingly, meeting his lips in a lazy, heated kiss.

"Bloody brilliant darling," He murmured against her mouth between kisses. His hand moved down her body to cup her ass. "Allow me to return the favor… Below deck." He punctuated his words by sliding his fingers between her legs to rub along her denim-clad core before retreating back to her ass.

She groaned at his double entendre and moved away from him toward the ladder she knew led to his cabin. "So what're you waiting for pirate? Let's get you below deck," Emma replied.

Killian chased after her, both of them laughing in their still-tipsy state. Emma climbed down the ladder, proud that she only tripped over herself once on the rungs, and made her way to the bed. She heard him follow her down the ladder and took the time to shrug off her jacket before he came to stand behind her. Killian nuzzled at her neck, sucking a hickey into the tender flesh there and nosing at the skin just below her ear.

His hook toyed with the fabric of her shirt, lifting it to expose her stomach and gliding the cool metal along her skin, leaving goose bumps in it's wake. His fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans, lowering the zipper to play with the sensitive skin as they drifted under her panties. He groaned loudly at the wetness he found already coating her core.

"I felt you earlier love. Even through your clothes I could feel you hot and wet for me. Did that turn you on before? Did sucking my cock leave you wet and wanting?"

"Mmm, Killian," Emma hummed, head falling back against his shoulder as she lost herself in the skillful play of his fingers along her entrance. She was tempted to let him finger her to completion right there, standing in the middle of his cabin, but she decided she wanted his mouth more and knew just how she wanted it.

"Get on the bed Killian, let me give you a show first." She said, reluctantly pulling away from him and pushing him toward the bed.

Killian obeyed her, stripping off his clothes until he was shirtless, shoeless, and his pants were now somewhere low enough on his hips to expose his hardening member. He leaned back on the bed, smug expression etched on his features and cock in hand, looking for all the world like the cat that got the cream.

Emma had already taken off her jacket and kicked off her boots just as hastily, but took her time removing the rest of her clothes. She fully intended on giving her pirate a real show, so she slid her shirt over her head and ran her hands down her front; briefly stopping to toy with her breasts and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She locked eyes with him and turned around slowly, hips swaying as she did, and held the eye contact as she bent over to remove her jeans. Emma heard his sharp intake of breath when he saw she was wearing a thong, and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her at his reaction.

"Gods, but you are a vision. Take it off love. I want to see all of you," He begged, his hand stroking his member at the sight of her.

She obliged, turning to face him as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her panties quickly followed, and she playfully flicked them toward Killian, who caught them easily on his hook even in his still tipsy state.

"Think I'll be keeping these," Hook teased, tucking the sodden underwear in his pants pocket.

"Lie back. You wanted to go below deck, didn't you?" Emma said. She watched his eyes darken at her words as he obeyed her.

"Demanding tonight, aren't we princess?" He teased, smug expression still glued on his face.

Emma let her hips sway side to side while she walked to him, aided by the natural sway of the ocean rocking the ship. She stood at the foot of the bed and crawled onto her hands and knees. Slinking her way upward, Emma kissed every inch of his skin she could reach and let her bare breasts rub sensually against him, savoring his every moan of delight. Killian's hand and hook came up to play along her skin as she moved, flicking her nipples into hardened peaks when they came in reach.

But Emma kept crawling higher on him, tangling her tongue with his briefly before moving even further upwards to kneel over him, straddling his face. She looked down and saw his darkened eyes locked onto her sopping core. Heat coiled through her when he brought his hand and hook to angle her hips toward his waiting mouth, his hot breath on her center causing her to gasp in anticipation and close her eyes.

"Eyes on me princess," Killian said, mimicking her earlier words. "Watch what I do to you."

"Oh fuck! Killian!"

It was damn near impossible to keep her eyes fixed on him as he licked her slit. The heady sensation of his head buried in her thighs, scruff rubbing deliciously against her skin, tongue running solid and sure over her entrance, it was too much, and she felt herself rising quickly to that golden peak. Just as she was ready to fall over the crest he slowed his tongue's pace, making her whine in frustration.

"Now princess, I'll bring you there soon enough, but I have plans to savor you first," He chuckled against her center, sending even more waves of delight through her. "Gods you taste divine." He said it lowly enough that Emma wasn't entirely sure she was meant to hear it or if it was him commenting to himself. Either way, it made Emma shift her hips eagerly against him, searching for more friction.

His tongue moved to flick against her clit, stealing her breath and forcing her to steady one hand against the wooden walls of the ship for balance and another to tangle in his hair. He teased her bud with slow circles before his fingers slid inside her, pumping slowly in and out in a teasing rhythm. Emma's hips began rutting against his fingers and she rode his face desperately searching for that euphoric high once again. Killian curled his fingers inside her, finding the spot that made her see stars and she was sent tumbling, falling over a waterfall of sensation controlled by him and his talented fingers and tongue.

He coaxed her through her orgasm, her loud moans quieting to cries to relief while he slowed his rhythm to let her ride the wave. When she found her bearings again, Emma slid boneless downward onto the bed, eyes sliding shut and hands reaching for Killian next to her. He moved to settle on top of her, kissing her shoulder and whispering praise into her skin. Emma smiled and tossed her arms around him.

"Need you," She murmured into his ear.

"Then you'll have me."

Killian settled into the cradle of her thighs, his thick length sliding against her heated center and leaving them both moaning at the sensation. He hovered there for a moment, savoring the feeling, but didn't make Emma wait long and thrust inside her all at once, burying his face in her neck.

Emma never tired of this, of the feel of him over her and inside her. His length filling her in a way only he could. It felt safe. It felt like coming home.

Emma lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, surprising him and bringing him deeper inside her. He took that as his cue to start moving, pumping his hips in and out of her in long, languid strokes, intent on dragging out the blissful friction.

"More, please," She begged, raising her hips to meet his strokes, hoping to quicken his pace.

He chuckled at her impatience and lifted his gaze to watch her face. "I told you love, I want to savor you."

His pace stayed slow but he shifted his hips ever so slightly and thrust forcefully inside her, moving deeper and leaving her gasping and wide-eyed. She clung to his shoulders, needing to anchor onto something, and arched her back into his thrusts.

"You're so beautiful like this, breathless and clinging to me," Killian crooned. He lowered his hand down to her rear, giving it a hard squeeze in time with the downward thrust of his hips. She keened loudly at the sensation and he answered with a moan of his own. "Gods love, tell me you want me. Tell me you're mine and I'll send us over the edge together."

"I'm- I'm yours!" Emma cried out, eyes catching his, "And you're mine."

A smile lit up his face. "Aye love, always yours. Always." His pace quickened, thrusts sliding deep and fast enough to hit that magic spot inside her that had her seeing stars and crying out for him. What was a slow and delicious build of rolling waves before was now a monsoon of sensation, overwhelming her in the best way as it overtook her every thought. She could do nothing but feel as he drove them both higher, that golden peak so achingly close. Killian's fingers slid between them to circle her clit, eager to send her over the edge.

"That's it darling, just let go. I've got you."

Emma felt her inner muscles clenching around him, pulling him further inside her as release overcame her in golden waves of relief. Her orgasm triggered his, the milking of his cock within her walls pulling his essence from him. His hips sputtered helplessly against hers, drawing out her high and blinding them both with stars in their eyes.

Awareness eventually crept into both of their minds while they lay boneless against each other, sweaty and sated and only slightly less tipsy than when they left the Rabbit Hole earlier that night. Killian rolled them both over onto their sides, with her still wrapped in his arms and her head half-cushioned against his chest. Their breaths were gasping but in sync, and their eyelids fluttered heavily, threatening them both with satisfied sleep.

"Mm, love you," Killian murmured tiredly, lips hovering over Emma's forehead and arms holding her close. Emma planted a kiss over his heart in silent reply, drifting off to sleep soon after him.