Emma Swan

"That sounds like a good plan. They need to feel your love and attention. They want just you and those sauces."

"Mince pies and Killian." She hummed, pressing her breasts out, smirking. "Look my breasts have missed your attention. They need to be sucked, licked and held."

Emma blushed very hard. "I like the sound of all of that. You are so great, love." She leaned into his touch more. Excited for this intimate moment ahead.

"I'm ready!" She took the lead like Killian wanted. Taking his hand and placing it on her special area. Nodding at the mention of sauces. "Maybe a cherry one...or orange?"

Emma smirked as she leant into his touch. "I think we could do a bit of both. But certainly sexy stuff right now. I love having your hands all over me."

Emma chuckled as she heard Killian coming down the stairs. She had been washing some dishes, so that she could make breakfast.

Leaning over, she'd kiss his cheek. "Good morning." She said with a nod. "Making the best porridge and hoping today will be good!"

Emma was feeling extremely aroused as he thrusted into her, hitting all of the perfect spots. She couldn’t get enough of him. Stealing kisses at every given opportunity and smirking too.

Emma rubbed her tummy gently and felt at peace. No one was going to hurt them. It was time to get on with life and do what makes you happy

“For my back, and for better positions.” She smirked and ran her fingers through his hair as he returned to her. He would kiss all over her body.

Emma smirked and they made love all night. Embracing each others flaws and insecurities. It was sure to give them the result that they would want.

“He seemed it.” She laughed and shook her head. “He was almost half way to his little castle near the beach, by the time I caught up with him.”

Emma proudly showed him the photographs with a subtle smirk on her face. She was curious to know how he would react. Hopefully it would be both funny and witty.

“Killian you’re so charming.” They both giggled and Emma would help to undress Killian. “The most amazing baby with the most amazing parents too!”

Emma giggled and would undress for him as they got onto the Jolly Rodger. Flinging her coat up on the deck. “Aye, aye, captain!”

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— moving about to grab the collection of photos that she wanted to show Killian.

Emma couldn’t help but give Killian a soft kiss on his lips as he touched her chin. There was just something so comforting but intimate about that moment. “Mhm.” She moaned softly. Then she pulled back and nodded. “Let me go and grab the photos then, I shan’t be a moment.” She said before —

Emma shook her head gently out of excitement, then she thought a little, biting her lip. “Maybe grab some extra pillows for comfort, just incase?” She suggested to him.

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The Saviour -- Emma Swan

#OUATRP.

Seasons 1-6.
Single Ship (Ship in bio).
Storyline Based Writer (21+).
Mainly writes on the timeline.
DMs open for: plotting, OOC talk.
Lewd content may appear on timeline.

Written by #Visceralscribe.

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“I would be so down for that.” Emma smirked and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, preparing for the night ahead of them. This was going to be so much fun.

me. I still barely believe it happened. But I’ve got photos. Somewhere. Maybe.” She winked. “Wanna see Sheriff Swan enforcing law and order in boxers and a badge?”

little, arms crossed, still grinning. “Some kind of enchanted laundry mishap. Magic and miscommunication. And yes, way before you showed up.”

She leaned in closer, teasing. “Honestly, I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t think you’d believe…

Emma laughed, shaking her head again with a sparkle in her eye. “Yes, everyone. Granny in her bloomers, Leroy strutting around like it was the most normal thing in the world. It was… a day, that’s for sure.” She leaned back a…

up her face. Straddling his lap, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “I’ve got a better idea for how we spend our night,” she whispered, her hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. With a quick glance at the kitchen, she chuckled. “Cereal’s not gonna cut it, either.”