Summary: “Guess that’s what happens when literally everyone on Earth spends every second cockblocking us.”
Warnings: Smut, language
Notes: Requested by @seethelovelyintheworld, a fic in which “every time they have sex, they both have orgasms right away.” I finished this before the premiere, and I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but I have no patience whatsoever, and figure some smutty fluff is due after such angst. So here you go!
It’s just on the cusp of midnight when Killian Jones finds himself walking down a quiet street in the center of town. The nights are growing longer, the sun colder, stiff breezes wafting in from the sea. Though he’d be content to turn his collar up against the weather, and allow his blood to warm his fingertips, he wears a long shirt with a high neck beneath his vest at Emma’s request. He’d also sunk his teeth into the thick, knitted wrist of a black glove, wriggling it down onto his fingers, and savoring the look on her face. It had been admittedly far less alluring when –
“Where’d you get that glove?” she says, reaching out to skim the palm of her hand over his hip. “And can I have the other one because oh my God, these are soft.”
“This glove lacks a partner, Swan, much like the hand it protects.”
“Then where – ”
He flushes, then, and covers with a kiss to the swell of her cheek. “From Madame Lucas.”
– but all the same, he’d not left the house that morning without several promising kisses to her lips.