Emma sucks in a soft breath at the thought of it, her cuffed to the bed and his hands and mouth free to do everything they're so darned good. She's not good at letting him have her like that, always needs to be touching him, but they've been together long enough now--
"If you did that, you could kneel where I can -- " Once again she very deliberately and slowly draws her tongue from her top lip back behind her teeth. "Use my mouth."
If she's trying to make him impatient, she's figured out a foolproof way of doing it. He watches, enthralled, what her tongue's up to, and then he has a hard time speaking when it's his turn.
If there's anything she loves, it's when Killian gets speechless over her. So she smiles wickedly when he can't quite get out his words.
When he does, she trusts him to keep them balanced on the swing (because she trusts him fully with herself), releases her grip on the chains and takes hold of both of his lapels. Almost like the first time they kissed in Neverland, except this timing knowing it's going to be that good, she pulls him to her and just plain takes his mouth.
Kissing her still makes him weak in the knees, especially when it's a kiss like the first one they shared in Neverland, so it's a good thing he's already sitting. It's an even better thing that he doesn't let go of the chains, because injuries would really put a damper on their planned festivities.
Oh God. "Killian," she whispers, voice gone ragged with the heat between her thighs and her pulse pounding in her ears, her clit, her nipples and really everywhere else. Her fingers are curled way too tight in his jacket, so tight they're starting to cramp.
She really wishes she'd learned how to teleport from Regina, because, "Unless you see a conveniently shady tree, we need to go home. Now." Or she's going to forget there'll be kids here again in half an hour after dinnertime.
"Let me up and we can go wherever you want." Because he's not really all that picky about the where. The main thing right now is the who, and they've got that figured out.
"We could get my handcuffs later." Emma strokes her fingers down his chest and then straightens his jacket. Grinning a little, she tips close to him to whisper, "I might have slightly miscalculated how long I could wait to have you." Because if he knows her, she knows him to, and he loves knowing, needs to know, that she wants him.
"I do see a shady tree over there." After all, if he's being truthful, he can't wait until they get home either. She knows what he wants, and even seems to want it on the same timeline as he does. Which only makes him more impatient.
"Maybe we should find one a little farther from the playground, but I like the way you're thinking."
Her arms shake this time when she lifts herself on the chains. Her body is flooded with pleasure and adrenaline and her eyes are so dilated it's a little hard to see. She reaches down for his hand when she's standing.
"There's that bunch of trees together if we leave here by River Road."
He stands as well, though he's starting to doubt his ability to walk anywhere in a hurry. He'll just have to shuffle or something. He can make it work, for the promise of some fun with Emma.
Emma glances down, then glances up and catches his gaze. Her smirk deepens and then she can't help laughing. "My poor Killian," she teases and tips her face to his for a kiss. It's carefully almost chaste for not wanting to make his torment worse.
She tugs in the direction they need to walk. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm as ready as you are."
"You're not honestly protesting that I've raised your mast, are you?" Her eyebrow lifts and her mouth quirks, eyes bright over a playful smile. He'll make the terrible jokes sooner or later. She might as well get in first jab.
Emma's eyes flicker with the giggle she's trying to suppress, but she's so wound up, there's no way to keep it in. She turns her face into his shoulder instead and giggles while they walk. "I was going to say when have I ever, but there was a long time there where I regularly got it up without climbing it. Sorry."
"Then you'll just have to make up for it now." He certainly enjoys moments like this a lot more now than he used to, because he knows something else is going to happen. And it's quite enjoyable when she does it deliberately.
"I plan to." For a very long time. But she doesn't want to say that out loud and break the spell of the moment with her getting awkward. At least she's figured that out about herself now.
The stand of trees isn't much farther. Which she's really glad about. She's starting to feel a little mushy about him and that's not the mood she's looking for. "Come on, hurry."
"I'm going as fast as I can." Of course he is. At the end of their walk is the promise of certain physical activities with her, and he doesn't want to delay those unnecessarily.
Emma doesn't say anything else until they're tucked into the shade of the trees, and when she does, it's only to soft-growl, "Hook," and pull him by the jacket until her back is against a tree. Then she's fumbling with her belt to get it open and get her boot off so she can shed one leg of her jeans.
He at least doesn't have as much trouble as Emma does, as he unfastens his own pants and pulls them down far enough to free himself from their restraints. Once he's free, he leans forward to kiss her, taking her lower lip between his teeth.
Emma's still hopping around trying to get her second foot out of her pants and boots when Killian kisses her and she just... gives up. Absolutely gives up. She puts one hand behind his neck, hauls him into a hungry, almost brutal kiss, and then hops up to wind her legs around his hips.
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"If you did that, you could kneel where I can -- " Once again she very deliberately and slowly draws her tongue from her top lip back behind her teeth. "Use my mouth."
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"I could do that."
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When he does, she trusts him to keep them balanced on the swing (because she trusts him fully with herself), releases her grip on the chains and takes hold of both of his lapels. Almost like the first time they kissed in Neverland, except this timing knowing it's going to be that good, she pulls him to her and just plain takes his mouth.
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She really wishes she'd learned how to teleport from Regina, because, "Unless you see a conveniently shady tree, we need to go home. Now." Or she's going to forget there'll be kids here again in half an hour after dinnertime.
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"As long as that place has your handcuffs."
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Her arms shake this time when she lifts herself on the chains. Her body is flooded with pleasure and adrenaline and her eyes are so dilated it's a little hard to see. She reaches down for his hand when she's standing.
"There's that bunch of trees together if we leave here by River Road."
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"That sounds like a likely candidate."
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She tugs in the direction they need to walk. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm as ready as you are."
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The stand of trees isn't much farther. Which she's really glad about. She's starting to feel a little mushy about him and that's not the mood she's looking for. "Come on, hurry."
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