( she's taught him a little more than just a few expletives, that's for certain. she's taught him how to get back toward a path that's straight instead of crooked. she reminds him to make the right choices, even though they're hard. she's shown him how to be good again, even though it's very true he's not exactly graceful at it yet. compared to that man she met under a pile of bodies and the one she left at the top of a beanstalk, he's changed a great deal, and all of those changes do have her as a motivation. not just to be with her, either; she'd told him once that he could be a part of something, that he could have a place, and he wants nothing more than that. he's working to earn it, and it was only later that he's learned that he wants more than just a place.
he wants a place with her. call him demanding, but he's willing to fight for what he wants. wait as long as he needs to. he's existed so long on his own and not wanting anything aside from a death satisfied by revenge. now he wants home, a place, someone that matters to him... all things that Emma has reminded him that he used to want a very long time ago.
it's true, he's not going to run. he's spent a lifetime running, and now he wants nothing more than to hold still and slow down. he's tried existing without her and he knows that's not a life he wants any longer. the hotel has only punctuated how true that is. so if this changes anything, they'll find an answer. they always do. their fears tend to be their highest hurdles yet Emma has reminded him they're worth making. if she can make those reminders to work when it's easier to give up, then he can too.
he hopes she's not going to regret this. gods, nothing about that look in her eye as she lets him sink sinfully deep in her mouth doesn't scream regret, now does it? no, she looks like she knows exactly what she's doing and even more she's devilishly pleased by how lost he is to her. ironic, really, because he's been showing her all the ways he's lost to Emma Swan for more than a year, now, and usually they seem to scare her more than anything. still, if she wants to be proud of this, bloody hell, she should be. he's done this before, to the point honestly getting head is a bit dull. yes, it feels nice, but it's more exciting to explore someone new. what he likes never changes, he preferred the thrill of earning orgasm from a woman. men tended to be easy to please, for women finding the right spots and the right speed and touches was always different, with every partner he's had. and Emma seems to be taking the same intent explorative quality to getting him off, when really she could have finished him just as easily with her palm if she'd wanted to.
no, she wants this, she works him with intention and passion, she finds a rhythm and sticks to it, when he makes a noise or his grip tightens at a particular touch — an unexpected graze of teeth or the way her tongue curls under his head, or the way she tightens her mouth around him just so for a fleeting moment — she makes sure to do it again. he's just as much a slave to her as he's always been but it's entirely more obvious now, with his hips lifting toward her attentions even as he tries to stay still, eyes falling closed in waves of sensation even though the last thing he wants is to miss a second.
she's going to ruin him. she wants to, perhaps, with that pleased hum around his dick, and his head bounces off the wall as his head falls back with a dark noise of approval. he doesn't notice the flicker of pain in the rush of everything else. his breathing is ragged as he tries to cling to whatever inch of control he has left. it's meagre and as much as he wants to pad this out forever, he knows it's impossible. ) Emma... ( he can't keep on like this, not with the combination of being so aroused after he was through with her and the intentionally gradual way she's worked him, not to mention; it's been quite some time since he's had sex, oral or otherwise. he doesn't count his own hand, because this is so much different than that.
he's greedy and wishes he could hold out longer, but he can't... and she deserves a bit of a warning before he breaks. )
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he wants a place with her. call him demanding, but he's willing to fight for what he wants. wait as long as he needs to. he's existed so long on his own and not wanting anything aside from a death satisfied by revenge. now he wants home, a place, someone that matters to him... all things that Emma has reminded him that he used to want a very long time ago.
it's true, he's not going to run. he's spent a lifetime running, and now he wants nothing more than to hold still and slow down. he's tried existing without her and he knows that's not a life he wants any longer. the hotel has only punctuated how true that is. so if this changes anything, they'll find an answer. they always do. their fears tend to be their highest hurdles yet Emma has reminded him they're worth making. if she can make those reminders to work when it's easier to give up, then he can too.
he hopes she's not going to regret this. gods, nothing about that look in her eye as she lets him sink sinfully deep in her mouth doesn't scream regret, now does it? no, she looks like she knows exactly what she's doing and even more she's devilishly pleased by how lost he is to her. ironic, really, because he's been showing her all the ways he's lost to Emma Swan for more than a year, now, and usually they seem to scare her more than anything. still, if she wants to be proud of this, bloody hell, she should be. he's done this before, to the point honestly getting head is a bit dull. yes, it feels nice, but it's more exciting to explore someone new. what he likes never changes, he preferred the thrill of earning orgasm from a woman. men tended to be easy to please, for women finding the right spots and the right speed and touches was always different, with every partner he's had. and Emma seems to be taking the same intent explorative quality to getting him off, when really she could have finished him just as easily with her palm if she'd wanted to.
no, she wants this, she works him with intention and passion, she finds a rhythm and sticks to it, when he makes a noise or his grip tightens at a particular touch — an unexpected graze of teeth or the way her tongue curls under his head, or the way she tightens her mouth around him just so for a fleeting moment — she makes sure to do it again. he's just as much a slave to her as he's always been but it's entirely more obvious now, with his hips lifting toward her attentions even as he tries to stay still, eyes falling closed in waves of sensation even though the last thing he wants is to miss a second.
she's going to ruin him. she wants to, perhaps, with that pleased hum around his dick, and his head bounces off the wall as his head falls back with a dark noise of approval. he doesn't notice the flicker of pain in the rush of everything else. his breathing is ragged as he tries to cling to whatever inch of control he has left. it's meagre and as much as he wants to pad this out forever, he knows it's impossible. ) Emma... ( he can't keep on like this, not with the combination of being so aroused after he was through with her and the intentionally gradual way she's worked him, not to mention; it's been quite some time since he's had sex, oral or otherwise. he doesn't count his own hand, because this is so much different than that.
he's greedy and wishes he could hold out longer, but he can't... and she deserves a bit of a warning before he breaks. )