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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 8 months

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Witchy Woman (3/10)

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art by @cocohook38

Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @anmylica, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4 , @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Author Note: Thank you so, so much to @ultraluckycatnd. I am sure commas haunt you in waking and sleeping hours.

“What the hell was I thinking?” Emma muttered to the clothing piled on her bed. The clothing offered no response. She wasn’t sure what she expected given this particular pile of useless clothing seemed incapable of being helpful in the ways that clothing should actually be helpful. None of the dresses seemed to fall right, the shirts seemed too professional or too casual, and the skirts merely mocked her with their soulless neutrals and business styles. She didn’t date and the clothing that refused to cower under her darkest glare was a testament to the decade she spent prioritising her career over most everything else.

A light knock on her bedroom door sent her heart racing. She whipped around to see Elsa pushing open the door a bit more. Elsa’s eyes widened at the scene before her. “Good. You aren’t nervous about tonight, then.”

“Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Elsa gave her a reassuring smile. “You’ve been protecting your heart for so long. Letting yourself be vulnerable with Killian isn’t going to be easy. But, I think it’ll be worth it.” She tugged a crimson dress from the pile and handed the hanger to Emma. “This one is perfect.”

“Thanks." Taking the proffered dress, Emma attempted a smile. "I wish I were as certain as you were…"

"I am not telling you what I saw," Elsa's tone was final.

Emma huffed out an annoyed breath and slipped the dress over her head. The red silk flowed gently to her knees, the deep plunge of the neckline and clenched waist was exactly the balance between flirty and sexy she was seeking. “It would be so much easier if this were actually a first date. There is just all this…,” she paused, searching for a way to summarise over a decade of yearning and regretting the decision she made, even as she continued to believe she’d made the correct one, “history.”

Elsa raised her eyebrows. “Is ‘history’ what you call over a decade of ignoring whatever it is that burns whenever you two are in a room together?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What happened to Aunt Ingrid was awful, but you can’t let it stop you from finding happiness.”

Their aunt had been a powerful witch who’d fallen for a vampire who was hungry for that power. He courted her, dazzling her with his adoration of her, showering her with gifts and praises, waiting for the day she would trust him above all others. When she surrendered to him and allowed him to drink from her, he drank even after she demanded that he stop. He kept drinking until he had consumed enough to make her powers his. At the loss of her power, Ingrid had become a hollow ghost of herself.

“I know,” Emma sighed. “Well, I think I know.” The fear of a similar loss still sat like a heavy boulder in her chest. Emma could not imagine a fate worse than losing her powers and having to navigate life without the constant companionship of her magic. The connection between her and the power flowing through nature all around her was as deeply a piece of her as the relationships with her sisters. Living without it would be like living without her heart.

Elsa made a small noise of understanding. “Killian’s a good one.”

“Yeah, I should probably put an end to his waiting.” Emma checked her reflection one more time before leaving to meet said vampire for dinner.

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Killian was seated comfortably in the booth tucked in the back of the busy restaurant. He was nursing a strong pour of spiced rum and watching busy tables in an effort to pass the time until Emma arrived. He watched the patrons as they enjoyed their meals; couples chatting about their days, urging each other to try a bite of their meal, and enjoying the restful quiet which accompanies people so familiar with each other they no longer feel threatened by the absence of noise or distraction. Closing his eyes against the yearning that gripped his heart, Killian took a long pull of the burning liquor to steady himself. Emma was late, but that was like her. It did not mean she wasn’t going to come.

I can’t take the chance that I am wrong about you. Her words from that night echoed in his head, clear as the moment she’d spoken them and ended their courtship without allowing him a single word to challenge her decision.

Yesterday, when she pushed her way into his office, he’d taken that as evidence she was ready to take that chance on him. After over a decade of working alongside her and adhering to her strict boundaries, even when she crossed them, he hoped that he’d earned her trust. But as another minute ticked by, he grew more certain she reconsidered.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

Killian brought his focus to the young man - vampire - now standing at the end of his table. “Another drink would be welcomed.”

“Right away,” the waiter lingered a moment. His voice lowered so only Killian could hear him. “Sire, there is a vamp outside that…”

“I’ll see to it,” Killian said, interrupting whatever explanation that followed. “Forget the drink,” he said as he stepped from the booth and paid for the drinks he already consumed. His jaw muscles jumped as he strolled toward the exit, annoyance rolling from him in waves. Emma hadn’t shown up, but he could think about that after he dealt with whatever asshole was causing trouble outside of the restaurant.

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Emma hurried toward the restaurant where she knew Killian would be waiting for her, halfway through his first drink. She was trying to think of a ridiculous excuse for her tardiness that would bring a smile to those deliciously tempting lips. There was a three-person pile-up in front of the library. Traffic on the sidewalk was unbelievable!

Between one step and the next, she was suddenly pulled off balance and slammed into the wall of the restaurant. Dark spots danced in her vision at the impact, but she could clearly see Neal's sneering face as he held her firmly against the wall, his fingers digging bruises into her arms.

She reached for her magic to shove him off, but it had scattered when her head hit the wall and she couldn't quite grasp it yet. She refused to give in to the panic that had her heart pounding in her throat. She needed to try to calm down and focus on pulling the threads of her magic back to her.

“Let go of me,” she demanded. Her rising anger and panic made her too flustered to accomplish more than an ineffective spark between her fingers.

“I am not letting you go in there,” Neal replied, calmly.

“You don’t have a say in this,” Emma snapped, still trying to get free from his grasp. He tightened his hold, forcing a grunt of pain to escape her.

“You are not going in there,” Neal replied as if he were talking a child down from a tantrum. He leaned in and she could feel the hot moisture of his breath against her skin; the sensation made her feel sick. She couldn't discern his intentions; did he mean to bite her? Kiss her? Was he going to threaten her again?

He whipped his head back suddenly, turning to focus on something behind him. Emma pulled her knee up in a quick, decisive movement that had Neal releasing his hold on her and bending in half as she ran blindly away from him.

She didn't make it far before she collided with a patron walking out of the restaurant. Their hands wrapped around her to prevent her from falling, but she flinched at the contact and they dropped their hands.

"Are you okay, love?" The accented voice pulled her back to the surface. Her mind and body calming, no longer drowning in the fear she'd felt moments ago. Her eyes started to burn with tears as the adrenaline flooding her system started to wane and she tried to nod in answer to Killian's question. Killian watched her quietly, the concern on his face unmistakable. "Let me take you home?"

Numbly, Emma nodded. Killian threw his coat around her shoulders, the sudden warmth and familiar scent of him surrounding her with unexpected comfort.

"Is this okay?" Killian asked, indicating his intent to place his hand between her shoulders to help guide her to the car. It was a casual touch like so many between them, almost habitual, but tonight it felt like a lifeline, pulling her back to safety. Again, she only nodded. They were quiet as they walked to Killian's sleek Aston, both on alert for any indication of danger.

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Other than Emma quietly asking him to take her back to his house, the drive was quiet. Killian hadn't stopped scanning for threats or glancing over to assess her injuries until they'd crossed the threshold into his den. He'd turned on the gas fireplace, despite the warmth of the evening, and laid a blanket on her as she sat curled up on the couch. It wasn't until she was holding a warm cup of hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon that he finally broke the quiet - Can you tell me what happened? He settled on the floor in front of her, watching her intently, but giving her as much space as he could with his instincts demanding he sweep her into his arms and never let her go.

"I was distracted. I didn't see him," Emma offered, quietly.

"See who?"

"Neal.” Emma continued, her words rushing out, skipping details. "When my head hit the wall, it messed with my magic. I couldn't throw him off."

A wave of anger at Neal and at himself for not being there crashed through him. While he would enjoy ending that pathetic creature's existence, Killian filed away the various gruesome images that accompanied that desire. He could not give in to his anger until he knew that Emma was okay.

He moved to sit next to her on the couch. When she didn't shy away, he gently pulled her into his arms. She relaxed into him, moments of the evening's encounter spilling from her in the same disjointed manner. Killian listened intently, saving his responses for later. Emma needed someone to hear her tonight. When she had time to process, they could discuss a few details that were nagging at him.

He held her firmly, keeping her rooted in the present where she was safely tucked in his embrace. They stayed together like this in a comfortable quiet for a while after she'd finished talking.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her softly.

A soft snore filled the room.

Killian was filled with a sudden need to capture every detail of this moment - the weight and warmth of her against his chest, the softness of her hair tickling his beard when he looked down at her, the way his arm - currently draped around her waist - rose and fell with her steady breathing, the familiar sweet vanilla fragrance, the softness of her in sleep, and the freeing absence of the all-consuming yearning he'd been slave to all these years - and burn it into his memory.

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spartanguard · 1 month

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look who splashed up for a very special day!

Merman!Killian had to be here to say

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @cocohook38!!!!!!!!!

To the sweetest, most enthusiastic, supportive, crazy, wonderful coconut out there!!! I hope you're having the most beautiful day and getting all the nice, amazing things you deserve! LOVE YOUUUUU

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#happy birthday #cocohook38 #mermaid!killian #LOVE YOU JULES #killian jones #kj manip

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cssns · 11 months

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And now it’s time for our artists to shine! Please help me welcome @cocohook38 to the CSSNS23!!!

What’s your Tumblr?

@cocohook38 aka Jules'

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

long enough to never remember the answer to that question each years haha (almost 10yrs now maybe?)

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

Neverland kiss was the time I went from Killia-stan to KillianANDCS-stan lol

What drew you to this event?

the fun with peeps during CS events :3

What inspired your topic?

This year I'm going all in "let's do fanart for fic" sooo idk yet haha but who knows maybe there'll be some inspiration that'll popup along the way ^^'

What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

digitaaaaal lol But recently it's just going with whatever the mood is

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

have fun and create magical art

Jules always does such an incredible job with her artwork! She’s doing art for @booksteaandtoomuchtv dropping on August 8, @iamstartraveller776 dropping on August 12, and @grimmswan dropping on August 16! Everyone go say hi and welcome her to the event!

#GTKM #CSSNS23 #cocohook38 #gtkm interview

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piracytheorist · 1 year

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Character ask : Anya Chichi

Anya Forger

First impression: Oh she looks cute. Hope she doesn't turn into a plot device. Impression now: My adorable chaotic gremlin who has more agency and control in the story than her spy and assassin parents <3 Favorite moment: I think I'll choose the moment where she rescues the drowning boy in episode 11. She's kind and selfless enough to risk her life to save him, and she didn't even hesitate to jump into the pool like how brave is that kid! And since she didn't want to expose her secret she took it all upon her to act and save him herself. Idea for a story: I think it'll be wasted potential if we never learn about the scientists who created her and their motives, so I think a story of her being taken by them will be interesting, albeit sad, until at least her parents come and kick ass to save her. Unpopular opinion: I don't ship Damιanya and that seems to be quite the unpopular opinion in this fandom... Even if they're aged up and Damian actually treats her decently, I still don't think they'd make an interesting couple. Favorite relationship: Anya with Papa and Mama. Don't make me choose! Favorite headcanon: I genuinely wonder if Endo is ever gonna explain why she has those little hats on her head, and I think it would be hilarious for them to be just hair clips that she wears literally 24/7. So my headcanon for that is that Anya is just stylish!

Loid Forger

First impression: LOL that's a way to break up with your girlfriend. Is he just gonna be one of those boring protagonists whose only character traits is past trauma and being OP? Impression now: If anyone hurts him I will commit several felonies. But please hurt him I want the whump :3 Favorite moment: Bench scene after Yor kicks the living daylights out of him. The vulnerable moment of him remembering his mother and opening up to Yor about that because we know it's real and not for the mission is unparalleled. Chef's kiss. Idea for a story: Okay okay hear me out. We know that he's a very disciplined spy so if he's ever caught he has to be caught in the act. Mere evidence won't do because he'll deny any involvement to hell and back and be pretty convincing about it. So he has to be caught red-handed. And an idea for that is, he's disguised himself as Yuri because for Reasons he has to infiltrate the SSS offices, but then for some reason the actual Yuri appears there too. "Yuri" and Yuri fight, and an incompetent officer finds them, aiming his gun at them. Twilight is silent, but Yuri tries to convince the guy that's he's the real Yuri and he should shoot the fake one. The guy says that "Only a spy would act like that" and shoots. While that happens, within a split second Twilight thinks "I have to let him die. I have to get out of here. I have to let him die." But he just cannot do that because he knows how much it would devastate Yor to lose her brother... so he pushes him out of the way and takes the bullet instead. Maybe not anywhere too dangerous, like his arm or something. But it's enough to slow him down as he tries to escape, and he's finally caught while still wearing a mask with Yuri's face. You can imagine Yuri's shock and horror when he realizes it's "Loi-Loi", who is a spy and tried to infiltrate the offices and also saved his fucking life. Because as many lies as he's said, Yuri has absolute proof that this man really does love his sister. I want this to happen so much you have no idea. Unpopular opinion: I've yet to read the manga and anything that explores his backstory but I think it's easy to think he'd abandon his spy work after he realizes he loves his family and wants to spend his life with them. Which yeah it's what we want for him but I think his desire for peace tops even his love for his family. He'd rather break his own heart along with theirs and leave if it means he can keep working as a spy and protect the fragile peace. Which is why I feel that the story cannot end without Ostania's government falling, and the new, more democratic government either signing a secure peace treaty with Westalis or uniting under one nation. Favorite relationship: Loid and Anya. Look I love twiyor as much as the next shipper but the father/daughter feelz was one of the things that hooked me into the show so it's the one I want more of. Favorite headcanon: I once read a post talking about how people from Westalis may have a different accent than people from Ostania, and now I cannot get that idea out of my mind. I think it would be interesting to see Twilight suddenly drop all pretenses and start speaking with the accent he grew up using, allowing himself to connect with that old part of himself he kept hidden. I doubt they'd do that in the anime (and since I watch the Japanese version I don't think I'd notice the difference) but it's still a very interesting headcanon.

(no manga spoilers please 😁)

Send me a character!

#spy x family #anya forger #loid forger #cocohook38 #ask and ye shall receive

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hookaroo · 3 months

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@cocohook38

Don't you dare! >:(

🫣😵

#evil coconut #cocohook38 #hehe #j/k can't wait!#still recovering from that other one

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killian-whump · 1 year

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Tumblr’s just messing with me now. I keep seeing reblogs of the same art by a friend of mine that I know I’m following still and I like the post when I first see it, regardless of who reblogged it, but I figure I’ll reblog the OG post when I get to it on my feed and then IT NEVER COMES?? I never see it?! And so I don’t end up reblogging it, and I forget about it until the next time THE EXACT SAME THING happens again and I’m like, “FUCK, THAT HAPPENED BEFORE, TOO” and I’m very confused.

#tumblr #is trying to keep #cocohook38 #from me #T_T

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kmomof4 · 1 year

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Thanks for playing, my dear! Sorry it took me a few days to get to! It's been an incredibly busy week!

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

I would have to say A Spy Finds a Home, the concluding story of A Family Affair. The series started tickling my brain not long after I wrote my first fic, but it was 2yrs before I actually started writing it. And it took me about a year to get all four fics written. The entire series is one of my personal favorites for my own fics, so I wish more people had read and enjoyed the series. But given that we are a CS fandom, not a Red Hunter, Outlaw Queen, or Snowing fandom, I knew that would be a very tall order before I wrote the first word of the other stories. I truly didn't expect anyone to read any of the others, so I am truly grateful for the folks who did. There were so many comments about the rift between David and Marco in Love Between the Pages that I wish more people had read at least the prologue and epilogue of ASFH, which explained and resolved it all, even if they weren't interested in Snowing's entire story. Thank you for the ask, babe!!!

#ask games #REAL fic writer asks #cocohook38 #asked and answered

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eastwesthomeisbest · 2 months

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❤️ Happy Valentine's Day ❤️

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@kmomof4 @snowbellewells @lifeinahole27 @cocohook38 @ilovemesomekillianjones @teamhook @resident-of-storybrooke

#captain swan #cs valentine's day #captain swan valentines #emma x killian #killian jones #emma swan #killian x emma #captain killian jones #emma swan jones

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colinoeyebrows · 1 month

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Colin O'Donoghue in Orange 🧡🧡🧡

Happy Birthday to the amazingly talented Jules @cocohook38 who is always full of life!! Here are some cheeky Colin O'Donoghue gifs (that sort of remind me of your personality 😜)! Grateful for your friendship! You've made my bday this year special, so I wanted to do the same, but from a distance 🧡. Hopefully, one day we can celebrate your bday in person too! Love you Jules!!!

#cocohook38 #colinodedit #colin o'donoghue #colinodonoghueedit #colinoedit #HAPPY BDAY JULES #mygifsxx #queue #SENDING LOTS OF LOVE YOUR WAY JULES #LOVE YOU JULES!!!

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 8 months

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Witchy Woman (5/10)

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art by @cocohook38

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @anmylica, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4 , @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

A big thank you to @kmomof4 for her cheerleading and sanity-checking.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of roasted potatoes and vegetables, hot oil sizzled and popped as Killian laid the sea bass filets in the pan, and the wine had rested. All that remained for the evening to begin was the arrival of a certain stubborn witch he spent a decade chasing. Humming to himself, he grabbed his glass from the counter and took a sip. Then, he turned the fish to brown the other side.

Despite the disturbing site that they investigated this afternoon, his heart was weightless with the joy of having his mate in his house. After waking up with her nestled against him on his couch this morning, he became fixated on getting her to return home; his vampiric instincts desperate to be surrounded by her scent and to provide her with all the protection that he was able. It was difficult to deny his protective instincts around her, especially after last night’s encounter with Neal.

After he made coffee for them this morning, they discussed the strangeness of the encounter in more detail. Killian was concerned that Emma hadn’t been able to sense Neal’s magical signature before he approached her. A witch as powerful as Emma was able to pick up on signatures from a considerable distance. Emma brushed it away as being too distracted to notice. But sensing magic was second nature to supernatural beings - he couldn’t shake the worry something more was happening. When he raised the objection that she had also been able to access her magic for a few moments, she had shut down the conversation - Leave it alone, Killian.

There was more to that exchange than Emma was seeing. She kept blaming herself, inventing weaknesses that he knew she did not have, for Neal’s attack. Even now, his jaw ticked and his fist clenched in frustration that she was blaming herself for that prick’s behaviour. He would have eliminated that worthless vampire after she had fallen asleep last night, but she made him promise that he would let her handle Neal.

“You left the door unlocked,” Emma said by way of greeting as she walked into his kitchen from the entry. He switched off the stove, put the fish filets on their plates, and turned to watch her approach and he was filled with the want to experience this every evening for the rest of his life. A plate with four chai cupcakes was in one hand, likely Mary Margaret’s handiwork, and a duffle bag hung from her shoulder.

Killian cocked an eyebrow. “Can I take your bag?”

“Erm, well,” Emma started, looking anywhere but at his face. She set the cupcakes near their dinner plates on the island between them and dropped the bag at her feet.

Squaring her shoulders, she looked at him and tried again. “I was, I mean, I thought just in case…”

“Just in case,” he repeated, his tone filled with feigned innocence. “Shall I take it to the guest room? Just in case the evening runs long?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but her face had turned a rich red that immediately became his favourite colour. “No, no need. It was ridiculous, Mary Margaret caught me leaving and…I will put it back in the car.”

Killian’s eyes were bright with humour. “Aye, that is likely for the best.”

He had picked up the bag and looped the strap over his shoulder before she could blink. He was clearly suppressing a smile as he walked out of the kitchen with it in the opposite direction of his guest rooms, in the direction of his bedroom. He was back almost as quickly as he’d left, the bag deposited, and a crooked smile on his face.

Killian didn’t attempt to hide the fact his fangs had descended at the thought of having Emma in his room and in his bed. His smile broadened when Emma had caught sight of them; it wasn’t the scent of fear that had filled the space between them and threatened to pull him under. Her arousal surrounded him and after over a decade of celibacy, the irresistible scent was driving him mad with desperation.

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“Swan.” His voice was hoarse with need and warning, and his blue eyes rolled with the bright starlight of magic, evidence that his control was slipping. Killian rarely let his vampiric nature free and Emma felt a shiver run through her body at the realisation that she was the reason it was surfacing now. He cleared his throat and leashed his self-control before speaking again. "Swan, if you were planning on eating then you need to think about something else. Your desire is," he took in a deep breath, "commanding me, love."

Eyes bright with challenge and humour, Emma reached toward the cupcakes between them on the granite island. She swiped a bit of frosting onto her finger and lifted her hand slowly toward her lips. Killian tracked the action but he stood completely, unnaturally still, battling to keep his control tightly in place.

“I’ll just have dessert.” Emma placed her frosted finger on the tip of her tongue. She kept her eyes on his; his shattered expression encouraged her further. She wrapped her lips around her finger and sucked it clean. She pulled her finger from her lips with a soft pop and a wicked smile on her face.

She leaned on the counter to reach again for the cupcakes, coating her finger in more frosting. His hook captured her wrist and his hand gripped her hips, holding her in place, his sapphire and starlight gaze holding hers as he guided her finger to his lips, slowly, allowing her every opportunity to stop him.

Emma had no intention of stopping him.

He closed his lips around her, his tongue sweeping off the frosting and circling the pad of her finger in an explicit reminder of all the incredible things that tongue could do to her. The sensation of him sucking lightly and her memory of his mouth on her neck, on her nipples, and on her clit made her clench her thighs together to ease the sudden ache.

A strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a plea, escaped her when he scraped his sharp fang against her finger. He relinquished it with a satisfied, “Mmm, delicious.”

“Mary Margaret makes the best frosting.”

“I wasn’t talking about the cupcakes, Swan.” He pulled her closer to him with the hand still snug on her hip. He brushed his lips softly against hers in both question and invitation. Emma's heart raced as she closed the distance between them, placing a demanding kiss on his lips and providing him with her answer.

She tasted the frosting that lingered on his lips as she deepened their kiss further. She pushed her body against his and felt his cock pressed between them. Keeping her body tight to him so her movements would provide some friction against his sensitive head, she rolled her hips against him. A low groan rumbled through him at the action. Breaking away from her lips, he kissed and nipped his way down her neck to her shoulder.

“Emma.” His voice was broken and his expression was shattered. She vaguely registered that her posture was requesting and welcoming a vampire to drink from the vein. She was confident that he would never take what she didn’t offer; her heart still fluttered excitedly when he scraped his fangs lightly over her skin.

His hand slipped under her shirt, flames sparking wherever his fingers touched. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, sucking at the other through the thin fabric of her shirt. The flat of his hook continued to apply pressure against her hip, keeping her pressed firmly against him.

“Killian.” She moaned. Her mind was too jumbled with sensations to say anything beyond his name. He was there to provide her with all she wanted - his lips and fingers exactly where she needed them.

He was everywhere.

Still, she needed more.

Killian lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He smiled wickedly at her. “I have dreamt of having you needy in my arms and my name falling desperately from your beautiful lips for so long, Emma.”

She made some incoherent noise in response as she ground her hips against him. The resulting friction gave her a little reprieve from the tension building in her body. “I need…”

“Mmmhm, I know.” He carried her toward his bedroom. Kissing and nipping desperately at her neck, throat, shoulders, and anywhere else to which he could gain access as he walked.

Once they had crossed the threshold, he set her down gently on her feet. She whined in protest. Killian chuckled lowly as he made quick work of her belt and the buttons on her jeans. She pushed her jeans down hurriedly as he tugged them off, both eager to carry on what they had started in the kitchen. Killian tossed her jeans off to the side, kicked aside his own trousers, and swept her back into his arms, her legs wrapping tightly around him once more.

They came back together with desperate kisses. Emma raked her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to her to deepen every kiss. Killian tightened his arm around her, his strength and warmth providing her comfort that she hadn’t realised she needed and had missed for so long. She wanted him to surround her and fill her so completely that everything else would cease to exist.

“I need to hear you, Emma,” Killian demanded, voice low, into her ear. His cock was teasing as he rubbed his head against her clit.

She laid her head back on the wall, rocking her hips, desperate to pull him in deeper. Killian held her up, hook refreshingly cool under her left thigh, preventing her from being able to take in any more of his hardened cock. He tsked. “Love, give me what I need. I will give you your every desire.”

His voice sent a wave of pleasure through her body, the promise something she knew he could and would deliver on. “I am yours.” She rolled her hips and was rewarded with a magical flash in his blue eyes accompanied by a groan she felt more than heard. “I belong to you, Killian.”

“Aye, that you do.” He flashed her a heartbreakingly beautiful smile. His pupils were blown wide with only a thin, bright ring visible around them. The creature within was slipping the tight leash he always kept on it; her words of surrender and acceptance, after all of these years without them, pulled out the most primal desires from the powerful vampire holding her against the wall. He slammed into her, arm wrapped tightly around her hips to hold her steady as he set a demanding, almost punishing, pace.

Her head fell to his shoulder, her breathing erratic as she felt her body tightening around him.

“Good, Emma.” He didn’t let up the pace, murmuring soft and encouraging words in between them as he slammed into her.

She pulled at him, desperately, she needed to be closer to him. As the tension low in her stomach grew, she let out a throaty sound, a mixture of a moan and his name.

She wasn’t sure what she’d meant to say, but Killian seemed to understand.

“That’s it, love, let go. I’ve got you.” He held her tightly, following her over the edge once he felt her shatter around him.

They stayed like that, his arms tight around her, cock softening inside her, forehead resting against hers, until they were able to steady their breathing. He slowly withdrew and she whimpered at the separation.

“Oh, I am far from done, love.” He took her over to the bed they hadn’t quite made it to before and settled her onto the fluffy duvet. “But, I need you laid out before me for this next part,” he said with a salacious glint in his eye.

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After becoming thoroughly reacquainted with one another and reheating the very cold meal they previously abandoned, Emma fell asleep curled in Killian’s arms. They rested, tangled together all night. He woke before her and pulled her close.

He held her tight, basking in the feel of her soft body pressing against his with every breath she took, and drew in a deep breath in hopes of drowning in her scent before the light of the morning could tear them apart. He could not recall a time he had felt so content. At this moment, he was certain he had everything he would ever need or had ever needed in his grasp and he feared letting go. For if he did, he suspected the mirage would fade away and reveal that he dreamt it all.

In her sleep, she rolled further into him. Her elbow jabbed painfully into his side with the movement, pulling a shocked noise from him. She didn’t wake; he hadn’t expected she would. Waking Emma was nearly impossible, but she wasn’t a peaceful bed partner. She often jabbed sharp elbows into tender bits, tickled his legs with icy toes, threw her arm into his face, wrapped the blankets tightly around her like a cocoon, and muttered the strangest strings of words; but, he would endure it all to keep her tucked beside him.

Unfortunately, time doesn’t halt to permit even the most powerful vampire to capture every detail of the few perfect moments he is granted. As if mocking him for such sentimental thoughts, the morning arrived sooner than was fair bathing his room in bright, warm sunlight. He muttered low curses at it in a failed attempt to scare it into submitting to his will. It, of course, continued to fill his room.

Killian gently nudged Emma’s shoulder. She didn’t stir. He lightly touched her side, lingering on spots he knew were ticklish. She grunted in her sleep but didn’t wake. Chuckling to himself, he rolled over so that he was on top of her and kissed her firmly on the lips. She melted into the kiss, releasing a soft sweet sound before her body stiffened as if she were preparing for a fight. Her eyes popped open in surprise when she realised that she was held too firmly to strike her assailant.

“Good morning, Love,” Killian greeted her. Her body relaxed beneath him. He released his hold on her and kissed her gently on the forehead. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she pulled the blankets tight over her head. Killian pushed off the bed and padded on silent feet to the kitchen.

When he returned with a cup in hand, Emma had already resumed sleeping. The aroma of cocoa and coffee with a touch of cinnamon swirled around the room and a low hmmm rose from the blanket pile in the middle of his bed. Followed shortly by the appearance of her hand grabbing blindly for the cup he held. A soft smile pulled at his lips and the humour danced in his words as he spoke. “I’m not giving you this until you’re sitting up.”

She clawed out from her position, grunting dramatically at the clearly herculean effort it was taking, her face a mask of annoyance and frustration until she was repositioned. She shot him a look - are you happy, now? Offering her the full mug, he slid onto the bed next to her. A warm, soft emotion filled his chest as he watched her slowly come alive with each sip.

“Will you spend the day with me?”

She rewarded him with one of her rare full smiles. His breath caught at the sight of it.

“Depends,” she answered.

He cocked an eyebrow - oh, really?

“What’re we doing?”

“Good.” He pushed off the bed and started toward the large pass-through closet adjoining his bathroom and bedroom. “We have to get going or we’ll miss it.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet,” she called from the bed.

“Didn’t you?”

He could feel the eye roll from the other room. Emma not declining his offer or making one of her flimsy excuses to keep her distance between them was the same as her agreeing, and they both knew it. She didn’t reply to his teasing question, but he could hear her moving from the bed and crossing to the dresser where he’d laid out the clothes from her duffle. His heart was light, a smile on his lips and that warmth still filling his chest as he dressed for his second, first date with the woman he had loved since the first, first date.

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