Summary: Emma and Killian enjoy an evening together in
their home.Rated: M
Warnings: Smut, language
Words: ~4.5k
Notes: As requested
by @captain–kitten, here is some spoiler-based sexy times.
Leaning idly against the white, wooden archway that leads
into Granny’s, Emma picks away at the young, tender vines that curl up the
slats. Here in the humidity – the sort
that clings to the heels of summer, and on into fall – her jacket lies
abandoned over the railing, the sleeves of her sweater pushed up to her
elbows. She’s sure she looks the picture
of innocence out here on the patio, turning her head now and again to listen to
the chatter of the katydids. Really
though, fingers pulling harshly at the greenery, she’s remembering – and quite
vividly – the way it felt to be carried by Killian Jones just earlier the very
same day. The way his hook had caught at
the stitching at her hem, the way he’d apologized afterwards, a red tinge to
his cheeks. The way he’d opened his mouth
against hers, the way she’d just about kicked
the archway she now fiddles with straight over, how his tongue –“What are you thinking about,
eh, Swan?”