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[saviorcomplexing]

let's rp some happy endings or something

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[saviorcomplexing]

[Thanks for not ripping them off her with his hook. That's some real romance right here.

But let's be honest. She's not looking for romance tonight. Maybe in the morning when he'll brush her hair from her neck, maybe tomorrow afternoon when he takes her hand and brushes his lips to her knuckles, maybe at dinner when he gives her that smile that makes her feel like a little girl with a crush. That's when he can romance her.

Tonight, he can fuck her.

Emma undoes the zipper for him and lifts her hips so make it easier to pull her jeans off. Then hooks her thumb in the band of her panties and starts peeling them off too. No point in delaying the inevitable. She's the picture of bold and assured and confidence as she scoots back on his bed, and smirking at him like come and get it.]

[villainously]

( for Hook, honestly, that is kind of romantic. he'd have ripped her clothes off her without much in the way of remorse if he didn't know fully well she'd have to stumble back to her family sooner or later (he's hoping for later). he's not ashamed of the fact he's going to leave the royal princess with a hickey or twelve, but he's also fairly aware that Emma would not like to spend her time explaining them to her parents.

to be honest, no matter the fact he and David are "mates", Killian isn't so sure how much time he wants to spend explaining Emma's hickeys to her parents, either.

sometimes he needs the softer things, embarrassing really, for the creature he's meant to be. and other times the years of darkness show their mark, he's a bit more pirate than man, more need and greed than heart and soul. the sight of Emma Swan looking him dead in the eye as she wiggles out of the last scrap of fabric between them would kill the sentiment in just about any man, he figures.

come and get it, she suggests. well, he doesn't mind if he does. even without both his hands, he can catch her by the thighs with hand and hook and draw her near to the edge of the bed. come and get it, that seems a fair excuse for skipping the preamble as he does just that, skipping fingers to move straight to tasting her. )

[saviorcomplexing]

Fuck. Oh-- fuck.

[Now that she knows about this particular talent of his mouth, it'll be hard to appreciate the sass that tumbles out of his mouth. Yes, you're very funny and charming, Killian but his tongue can do this and she'll take a poll if she has to-- it's a much better use of his mouth. Not that Emma has any plans to share him with anyone else. Call her selfish, call her emotionally stunted but she'll be the only one enjoying this for the time being.

That hook will meet another part of his body in an unpleasant way if he tries.

Emma's hands grab at the sheets, his hair, his shoulder, pulling and nudging to there yes right there. She even lifts her hips to get closer and hope he doesn't mind a little bald spot because her fingers latch on to his hair when he hits something that sends sparks up and down her spine and she's holding him right there. Might be that she's a little selfish and demanding when being eaten out but better belief she returns the favor. She's close now, which is either a testament to his skill or how horny she's been all day or both.]

Killian, yes.