For the fic request, Emma and Killian both work in the Navy and are finding it very hard to keep their relationship a secret while on a mission together, perhaps?

nowforruin:

Hello, nonnie! Please enjoy today’s lunch time 10 minute ficlet with a quite eager captain swan. 

-x- 

“We should probably stop meeting like this.”

“Aye, but where would the fun in that be?” Killian grins back at her, her words a direct contradiction to the sultry whisper against his ear as his hand slips beneath her waistband, tugging her shirt free before pressing her back against the cool metal.

“Nowhere.” She smirks, gasping as he stops fussing with her shirt and drops his mouth to her breast, his tongue pushing her bra out of his way. The metal at her back is a direct contradiction to the heat of her body, ratcheting up every second as Killian works her over, her heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through her veins. They shouldn’t be doing this, meeting in dark corners and supply closets all over the ship – someone is going to catch them, and then they’re going to really be screwed.

And not in the fun way that has her seeing stars as Killian lifts her and buries himself within her, his pants still hanging off his hips as they barely manage to undress only enough to get what they want.

But she can’t stop. He can’t stop. They’re in the middle of the ocean, out to sea for the next four months with two behind them, and it’s a big ship, but it’s not that big. And really, the sight of him in uniform shouldn’t do things to her, not when she’s surrounded by hundreds of men in uniform, hell, she wears the uniform herself, but on Killian…

Well, it’s part of the reason they’re currently panting together in a storage room out of the way of the rest of the crew.

His low curse is a damp, hot breath of air against her throat, and Emma groans as his thrusts lose their rhythm, jerking against her as he gets closer and closer. But Killian is an officer and a gentleman, and despite the fact that he’s very obviously about to come undone, he shifts his position, his kiss swallowing her gasps as he turns his attention to her.

Her legs are jello when they hit the floor, her boots thudding quietly with her pants still hanging off one ankle. He’s deliciously disheveled, his hair a mess, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, wrinkled where Emma grabbed a fistful of it. She arches an eyebrow at him as he begins to reassemble himself into the proper Navy officer he’s meant to be, her breaths still short.

“One of these times, I’m just going to sneak into your quarters,” she tells him, running her eyes over his body and licking her bottom lip with all the innuendo he’s usually directing at her. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you naked, as delightful as this is.”

He kisses her hard in response, and it’s a very near thing that she undresses them all over again, but they’re both due on deck in ten minutes, and it would not do to be late. “Love, I’d like nothing better than to have you naked in my bed. Come by at twenty-two hundred. Robin will be on shift.”

“And if someone sees me?”

He grins, his hand slipping over her hip to palm her backside with a healthy squeeze. “You’ll find a way, darling. We always do.”