I'll always find you

stay the night

Summary: Set post 4x12. Fluffy smut.
Word count: 2,408
Rating: M
This story contains strong language and some mature content.
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"I think Henry has finally fallen asleep." Emma said with a huff as she stepped into her bedroom closing the door quietly. She shucked off her leather jacket and moved to hang it up in the closet. "His light's off."

Killian was stretched out on top of her bed, his arms tucked behind his head as he watched her move around the room. "Lad's quite ensconced in finding the Author I suppose. That or he's reading his comic books."

Emma scrunched up her face as she turned to look at him, "It's more likely that he's studying the story book. He hasn't touched the last stack of comics I ordered for him." She peeled off her sweater, tossing it on the floor by her dressed.

"Hey. You're taking all the fun away from me." He remarked, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Killian stretched his arms above his head, before moving to where she was standing. "Maybe I wanted to take that off."

Emma laughed, leaning back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "Is someone frisky tonight?" She grinned up at him, brushing her lips along the curve of his jaw.

"Figured we might as well have one last night without monsters." Killian clenched his teeth together. "I've got a bad feeling about bringing them into town." His brows knit together and he looked away.

Emma frowned. "You and my parents both don't seem thrilled about that." She pulled away from his hold, turning around to face him. "Is something wrong?" She questioned softly, touching his cheek. "You've got that look."

"What look? Aside from Storybrooke finding itself under siege again? No, nothing's wrong." He slid his hand down her side, resting his hand and hook at her hips. "The fairies are free, the bat beast was eradicated... let's hope we get to enjoy a few more days of calm." Killian brushed his lips along the curve of her neck. "But if we only have one more night without beasts, I'm taking everything I can."
Emma poked him in the chest. "Listen here buddy, if I can be optimistic, it's time it rubs off on you."

He cocked a brow. "Depends on how one goes about having it rub off on them." He smirked, pulling her closer to him, his hand moving down to cup her ass. "Because I can think of one way of rubbing you off."

Emma rolled her eyes. "That wasn't even clever Killian." She grinned up at him, pushing at his chest playfully. "That's as bad as buckling the swash or whatever I said earlier."

"See, but that was quite cute, lass." Killian winked at her, before leaning down to kiss her. He still felt tense beneath her hands, but it slowly faded away as they sank into the kiss and he backed them towards the bed.

"You're pretty cute yourself, but that still wasn't up to par with your usual wit." Emma smirked at him, she couldn't let his cocky, smug, attitude get too out of hand. Could she?
Killian had a point though. It was only a matter of time before the calm was over and they were thrown back into the thick of the storm. She'd grown quite fond of how their days had been spent over the last six weeks.

The first week or two had been spent with lunch dates and romantic dinners, which slid into evenings finding places where they could be alone. Slowly they grew bolder and he started spending most of the night in her room, completely under her parents' noses, but she knew they knew. They just never said anything. How could they not know? It was painfully obvious, at least to her.

Emma nipped at his bottom lip as the backs of his legs hit the edge of her bed. "So, Captain, if tonight is our last chance to have our fill of each other, what are you going to do about it?" She dragged her nails over his exposed chest, her fingertips playing through the dark hair that vanished beneath the v of his shirt.