post-ep kitchen smut. zero angst; nothing but umm eating a fine meal on a fine kitchen table. enjoy!
Two Pirates, One Shirt
“Whatcha doin’?”
Killian smiled as he felt the press of warm Swan against his back. Her hands snaked across his ribs and up his chest, one mischievous hand finding its way into his robe and the other smoothing up to his shoulder.
“Oof.” She pulled him flush against her; he carefully lifted the last pancake from the pan, then flipped it onto the plate next to the stove before tossing the spatula aside.
“Isn’t it kind of dangerous re-enacting yesterday’s breakfast?” she whispered into his ear. The pressure of her hand on his shoulder made him bend his knees slightly to adjust to her height. He was rewarded for his thoughtfulness with two things: the raking of her nails through his chest hair, a thing he had come to adore, and her breath hot against his neck as she leaned up to nibble at his ear lobe.
“Something tells me your mother will be knocking for the rest of her life,” he laughed softly, his eyes closing as her hand began to wander down.
“What’re you doing wearing my robe?” she demanded softly into his ear before giving it a punishing bite that he felt down in his groin. He loved it when Emma was like this–rough and insistent. It had been happening a lot the past few days, and he could hardly contain the wonder he felt in it–a happily engaged Swan was apparently a frisky Swan.
two pirates, one shirt–a post-ep cs ff (explicit)
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