#this is so good like truly love that Tension Between Material comment & the Never Winking At The Audience

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Christmas With Joe Iconis: How the Songwriter's Annual Holiday Extravaganza Is Marking Its 14th Anniversary

Iconis and Family take the stage at 54 Below this weekend for their regular yuletide blowout.

David Gordon | New York City | December 10, 2024

For well over a decade, Tony-nominated songwriter Joe Iconis and his merry band of performers have spread yuletide cheer at 54 Below during his yearly Joe Iconis Christmas Extravaganza. As Iconis and Family gear up for this weekend’s 14th edition of the show (December 13), Iconis took the time to look back on the history of the spectacular and share how hard — but rewarding — it is to put together.

What inspired you to create the Joe Iconis Christmas Extravaganza, and how has it evolved in the 14 years since its inception? I’ve always had an unironic love of Christmas specials of stage and small screen. The Pee-Wee’s Playhouse Christmas Special is among my favorite pieces of art ever, yuletide or not. As a child, I fantasized about having a Christmas special of my very own. In college I’d go to see Charles Busch’s Times Square Angel, performed annually at Theater for a New Audience, and imagine doing something similar if ever given the chance. The Extravaganza — then called the Spectacular, a name that was altered after a cease and desist from Radio City in 2015! — was first performed as a one-night concert at Ars Nova in 2008. It was basically just a typical Iconis & Family concert with some Christmas covers thrown in and one or two scripted moments. I think we had 10 people in the cast which, at the time, was the biggest show I had ever done. It’s grown every year. More songs, more characters, more extravaganza. The show is now a full-scripted musical pretending to be a concert. There are characters that only exist in the world of the Christmas show and, this year more than ever, songs written specifically for the show. Writing the script is basically writing a new full-length musical every year. Can you share some favorite moments or performances that have stuck with you? Annie Golden, as the Rock and Roll Christmas Angel, sings the penultimate song, “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” every year. I’ve known Annie as long as I’ve been working professionally in the theater, and I can measure my life in her performances of that song. It’s a moment that is so special to me, and every year I watch her sing it and feel like the luckiest man in the whole world. I also loved the first time we ever did drunk Mrs. Claus [Lorinda Lisitza] and depressed Santa [Jason SweetTooth Williams]. They were the first scripted characters I ever wrote for the show, and they really opened up my mind about what the Extravaganza had the potential to be.

The show features a mix of your signature style and holiday classics. How do you approach blending those two elements in a way that feels unique every year? I have a natural affinity for art that mixes highbrow and lowbrow sensibilities, so the show has real uptown/downtown vibe. There can be an absolutely filthy exchange between the Krampus (Lilly Tobin) and Cyril Von Miserthorpe (our villain, played by Will Roland) one minute, and then a full-blown google-eyed production number that wouldn’t be out of place in a theme park production of 42nd Street the next. I like the tension of smutty material that feels wholesome and vice versa. The Christmas show is also a really nice opportunity for me to write material that is in conversation with present-day America. I wouldn’t go so far as to call the Extravaganza political theater, but I think it has more to say than you might expect. As previously mentioned, I’m a massive Charles Busch fan and the sensibility of the show is partially inspired by Vampire Lesbians of Sodom or Psycho Beach Party. My biggest thing is that the show isn’t cynical and it’s never ironic. We’re never winking at the audience. Everything comes from a genuine love of the characters, holiday traditions, and of scrappy, DIY theater. I’d like to think that the Extravaganza is the best “show you put on in your backyard with your friends” of all time.

You work with a close-knit group of performers regularly. How does that camaraderie shape the vibe of the Extravaganza each year and the characters they all rotate in playing? We’re like a big rep company. Some people swap roles from year to year based on availability. Some people swap roles for the hell of it. With each edition it becomes harder and harder to come up with new characters and material. At a certain point I always think to myself, “Have I said everything I have to say about Christmas? Am I tapped out?” And then I am, inevitably, inspired by my brilliant family of collaborators. The performers, for sure, but also the creative team, led by director John Simpkins and producer Jennifer Tepper. The work they do on this show is incomprehensible. People don’t realize how gut-wrenchingly hard it is to make these shows, from the planning to the rehearsing to the performing. You have to be deeply insane to keep doing it because it gets more and more impossible every year. But there’s just something in me that can’t stop. All I ever wanna do is make art that I believe in with people I love. The Christmas Extravaganza provides me the most batshit opportunity to do just that. How could I say no to that? What can audiences expect from this year’s show at 54 Below, and are there any surprises or special guests we should be excited about? I can’t give away any secrets but I will say that we have a brand-new opening this year that I’m excited about. It’s our first new opener since 2009. As per usual, I’ve written a few lines that may get me sued, so people can be excited to either be scandalized or delighted by those. In general, the show is definitely the most “anything can happen” performance that I do all year. Because the show involves so many people (between onstage and backstage, I think we’ve got 60+ people working on the show?) the show is rehearsed piecemeal in incredibly well-planned chunks. I would not wish the scheduling of Christmas Extravaganza rehearsals on my worst enemy. This is all just to say that because of the nature of this beast is rehearsed, the only time we are ever able to run it with the full cast is during the performance. There are always surprises and, often, they are surprises that people talk about for years to come.

[branlovestowrite]

Complicating Factors: Chapter 12

This is my WIP that I have been posting over at FanFiction.Net. I am reposting it here to help drum up excitement for the new chapters. And folks, this is the last repost, so the next chapter up will be new material! If you want to be tagged when that is posted, let me know.

Additional note, before you proceed: this chapter earns the M rating. This is date between Emma and Killian, and it concludes in the same way many dates in the US conclude. In Bed. Having sex. 

Complicating Factors

Rating: M for language and smut in later this chapters. This chapter has smut.

Summary: Emma Swan is a single mother trying to contact her ex and father of her child, Neal Cassidy. While she expected some awkwardness when meeting Neal’s mother, Milah Gold, she never expected the undeniable attraction she feels toward Milah’s younger boyfriend, Killian Jones. No Magic, Modern AU. Captain Swan.

Previous Chapters: Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Ch9 Ch10 Ch11

"So," Emma asked. "What's the plan?"

Killian smiled. "Well, much as I love your boy's company, I thought we might take advantage of our first dinner with just the two of us and visit a more 'grown up' establishment. Do you like sushi?"

"I do, though I don't know that I've ever had it beyond the kind they sell in the grocery store."

"Well, my dear, you are in for a treat. Several, in fact, before the night is through." He gave her a wink.

She couldn't help the flush that rose in her cheeks, but still gave him a wary glance. "Then what, Pirate? We return to your place for some pillaging and plundering?"

Killian audibly groaned at her comment, and she felt a rush of heat between her thighs.

"Well," he said, "I had thought we'd see a movie before we returned, but if you'd prefer to skip to more 'enjoyable activities', I could be persuaded to change the plan."

"What movie?"

"I found a revival theater playing The Princess Bride this evening. Seeing as it is your favorite, I thought that too good of an opportunity to pass up."

"It is my favorite," Emma said in a soft tone. "But I've never seen it in a theater."

"Then I think we must postpone our amorous adventure for a few hours so you can properly experience your favorite film."

"Really? I'm a sure thing. You don't have to woo me like this."

"Love, you deserve all this and so much more."

His comment left her speechless. No man had ever focused so much on her desires. She didn't know how to express her gratitude with words, so she opted for a physical expression. She wanted to lean over and kiss him silly, but he was driving, so she settled for a gentle peck on his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered as she pulled away, her hand skimming his thigh.

The tips of his ears were red, and his cool, flirtatious demeanor was down for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "I am happy to do this. And my motives may not be entirely noble. I imagined we might take advantage of the darkened theater to have a bit of a prelude to our later activities."

"You mean make out in the theater?"

His face broke out in a smile. "Aye, that."

"That's another thing I've never done."

"Truly?"

"Well, foster kids don't really get the luxury of movie dates. And I never trusted someone enough to put myself in a vulnerable position like that."

"Well," he said, as his right hand let go of the steering wheel and fell to her thigh. "I am am happy to provide you with yet another treat this evening." His hand slid under the hem of her dress. Though it was only a few inches above her knee, the touch felt erotic and Emma felt another rush of heat. "Can you handle it?"

"Oh it's on, Pirate," she said with a smirk. "The question is, can you handle it?"

He returned her smirk and squeezed her knee. They rode the remainder of the way to the restaurant in comfortable silence. Emma was struck by how natural this all felt. Although she'd spent much time with Killian in the past weeks, very little of it had been time alone. She wasn't sure what to expect, but found she was pleasantly surprised.

They parked and she unbuckled, moving to open the door.

He reached over and lightly grasped her wrist. "Stay right there, love."

She rolled her eyes. "Killian, I can open my own door."

"Swan, I know you can do anything you wish, but on our date will you please let me be a gentleman and open doors for you?"

"Ok," she responded with a small smile.

He gave her a quick peck on her cheek before opening his door and walking around the car. He opened hers and bowed with a flourish. "Milady."

She couldn't help the snort that escaped. "You can be such a dork sometimes."

He chose to ignore that comment and took her hand in his. They walked into the restaurant and he gave his name to the hostess. She smiled in recognition and immediately grabbed two menus, leading them toward the back. Several patrons sat along the walls near the door, waiting for a table. More than a few cast angry glares as she and Killian walked by.

Once they were seated, Emma gave her date a puzzled look. "Did you make a reservation?"

"No, this place doesn't accept them."

"Then how did we get a table so fast?"

"I may have a few connections."

"Is that so?"

He smiled and opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the approach of a young, well-dressed woman.

"Dr. Jones!" She said warmly. "I was so glad to hear from you this morning. It is so good to see you!"

"And you, Amy. Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you! We are very happy." She looked at Emma. "Will you introduce me to your friend?"

"Of course. Amy, this is Emma. Emma, this is Amy, a former student of mine."

Amy held out her hand and gave Emma a warm smile, which she reciprocated. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry I can't linger. I am in charge tonight. Please enjoy your meal and let me know if there is anything you need." She gave them another smile and then walked toward the kitchen.

"Former student?" Emma asked.

"Aye. Her uncle started this restaurant and she worked here as a server when she attended my class. Her parents were pushing her to seek a PhD, but she was obviously miserable. We had a few chats and I learned about her passion for this place and suggested she switch to the business school and focus on restaurant management. She later told me it was the best piece of advice she ever received. I believe she may be inflating my role in all this, but as a benefit she offered me a table here whenever I have need. I happened to run into her on campus about a month ago, and she reminded me. So I thought it might take advantage of the offer for our evening out."

Emma smiled at him. "You have such a wonderful effect on people."

"I have found my calling, love, and I merely wish to help others do the same."

Emma reached across the table and laced her fingers with his. She was having a hard time maintaining her walls in the presence of this man.

They ordered, getting two types of rolls Emma was familiar with, as well as some nigiri Killian insisted on. When the food came, artfully arranged on a platter, Emma looked warily at the slices of raw fish perched atop small mounds of rice.

Reading her mind, Killian pointed at one. "Don't make that face, Swan. You ordered Spicy Tuna and the Philadelphia roll, which both have raw fish in them."

"But it somehow seems different."

"It is. But with nigiri you can experience the true flavor of the fish. A restaurant can't hide behind the other ingredients. The fish must stand alone. And trust me when I say that the fish here is impeccable. One bite of this yellowtail and every other time you ate fish will pale in comparison. The flavors will meld on your tongue in a delightful dance that will leave you begging for more."

Emma sensed a flush in her cheeks as she listened to his words. She knew he was talking about the food, but couldn't help but draw a comparison to the other activities they had planned for the evening. She realized her silence was dragging on when he chuckled, and she quickly composed herself. "Okay," she said, "I'm sold. Let me try it." She moved her chopsticks to pluck one from the platter.

He stayed her hand. "Allow me, love. Sit back, relax your shoulders and close your eyes."

"Really? What is this, 50 Shades?"

"Only if you want it to be," he said, his grin turning wicked. "But for now, I want you to block out other distractions and focus simply on the flavors. Closing your eyes and releasing some tension will help with that." She complied. "Now, open your mouth."

She once again followed his instruction, and felt him place a morsel of fish in her mouth. Without prompting, she closed her mouth and began to chew. She felt him draw near, his breath hot on her neck.

"Slowly, love."

Never before had eating been an erotic experience, but when she focused on the food, she did indeed experience what Killian was talking about. The flavor was light and buttery. The fish melted on her tongue, leaving a slightly spicy, salty aftertaste. She involuntarily moaned after swallowing the bite. Opening her eyes, she met Killian's gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Wow" was all she could muster. His face broke into a wide grin.

"More?" She could only nod her head in reply.

The dinner continued in the same manner, intimate and sensual. When they left, Emma was half tempted to say they should skip the movie, but Killian was still showing restraint.

"No, love, I insist we attend this movie. Perhaps seeing Cary Elwes in tight black pants will whet your appetite for later."

He opened her door and she moved to sit in the passenger seat, but suddenly turned and grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"Thank you for dinner," she whispered after breaking apart.

He stood there for a moment, his arms encircling her waist. "You are a bloody temptress, love."

"Is it working?"

"Let's go see this movie. If we find we simply can't keep our hands off one another, we can leave early." He let his hands slip down and squeezed her ass as he rutted his hips into hers. "A little more delay will make the time when we come together that much more sweet."

"Tease."

"Patience, my love." He captured her lips in another kiss, and it took a moment for her lust-addled brain to register that he'd just called her his love. Her brain wanted to freak out. To run at his admission of love. Love equaled pain. She didn't want to be in love. But her brain was at odds with her body. Her body wanted to continue. To reach the moment when he would undress her and make good on his promises. She promised her brain to deal with the love issue tomorrow. Right now, she needed to get laid.

As they settled into their seats, Killian couldn't help but notice the change in Emma. She was still flirtatious, but seemed to be holding him at a distance, intent on controlling the pace. More than once on the drive to the theater, she'd tried to convince him to skip the movie and return to his apartment. Any comments he made of a more romantic nature were immediately responded to with a physical action. She was trying to cut off any discussion of a more serious nature.

He'd almost called her on this behavior several times, but stopped himself. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to fortify her walls. He only wished he'd known what happened to cause this sudden turn of events. Dinner had been a wonderful affair. She'd opened up to him. Shared some of her childhood experiences, and he'd reciprocated with some of his own. He'd told her stories of growing up with Liam and his travels diving shipwrecks.

Then once they left the bubble of the restaurant, everything seemed to change. He was baffled. What had he done? He resigned himself to watch the movie and hope that her mood improved before they left. As much as he wanted to seek a more intimate connection with Swan, he did not want their relations to be purely physical. He had no interest in being used. Sex without emotion was meaningless and Swan deserved more. He deserved more.

Cautiously, he reached his hand out and laced their fingers together. She looked over and smiled, though it did not quite reach her eyes. He was saved by the dimming of the lights and the start of the movie.

Of course, Killian had seen The Princess Bride before, but never in a theater. It was quite a unique experience. The audience participated, rhyming along with Fezzik and calling out 'Inconceivable' with Vizzini. Killian looked over at Emma, remembering his suggestion from earlier. She was engrossed in the film, her face in an expression of childlike wonder. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt that. Instead of pulling her in for a sensual kiss, he squeezed her hand. She squeezed back and leaned in as close to him as the uncomfortable chairs allowed.

When they reached the point that Roberts reveals himself to Buttercup, Emma looked over. There were tears in her eyes.

Killian reached over and cupped her cheek. "Emma?"

She shook her head frantically. "I'm sorry." She stood abruptly and ran from the theater.

Killian lept from his chair and hurried after her, their bag of popcorn tumbling to the floor in his wake.

"Emma!" He called immediately upon reaching the lobby. There was no one there but the lone employee behind the snack counter. She seemed to take pity on him and nodded her head toward the women's restroom.

Hiding again, he thought. I'd hoped we were past this.

"You want me to go see if she's okay?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"No, but thank you. She needs her space."

He waited. After 10 minutes elapsed, he purchased a beer. After 25 minutes, he bought another.

"You gonna be okay here? I need to take my break."

"Aye, yes, I am fine. Thank you lass."

She grabbed her phone and a pack of cigarettes and walked toward a door marked 'Staff Only.' Killian's head sunk and he took a long pull from his beer.

The bathroom was nice. There was a cozy couch tucked away near the entrance, and Emma had taken residence there. Killian was outside. He'd be worried, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She fiddled with her phone, pricing out the cost of a cab vs a rideshare. She googled the theater and tried to find a floor plan, hoping there was a way she could slip past the lobby without him seeing her.

The thought of leaving that way made her feel incredibly guilty. He was a good man. He deserved better than that. That didn't change the fact that she was terrified to face him. She'd tried to focus on the physical, but his tender looks and gestures spoke to the emotion she was trying so hard to avoid. He may have not meant to call her his love, but it was obvious that he was falling for her. Her own feelings were a mess. She didn't know if she loved him. She honestly wasn't sure she had the capacity for love after Neal.

Emma knew if they continued on this course tonight, Killian would confess his feelings.

He'd been texting her. She'd ignored them. Every passing moment increased her guilt and her fear, and she felt immobilized.

The bathroom door opened and her head shot up. She was sure her expression was akin to a deer caught in headlights. Her features relaxed slightly when she recognized the theater employee that had been working behind the refreshment counter. She met Emma's eyes.

"You're here with Sexy Blue Eyes out there, right?"

In spite of her emotional turmoil, Emma cracked a small smile. "I was. I think I blew it."

"Why're you hiding? He hit you?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'm just an emotional mess."

"Still not over your ex?"

Emma scoffed. "I'm over him. I just don't know if I can move on."

The employee perched on the arm at the opposite end of the couch. "What's wrong with Blue Eyes out there?"

"Nothing. He's perfect. Too good to be true. That's the problem."

"You're worried something's gonna happen? The other shoe will drop? That it?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"So, lemme get this straight… instead of watching a movie with Mr. Sex-on-a-stick, you're hiding out in this bathroom on a couch with more than a few cum stains because you think maybe someday he might possibly do something to hurt you?"

Emma stood quickly and shook with disgust. "Really?"

"Oh yeah, honey," she laughed, glancing down at the worn fabric. "Some kinky shit happens in here when people think no one's watching."

"Gross. Now I need a shower."

"So get out there and get Blue Eyes to take you back to his place and take one with you. Cause if you don't, I will." She stood up and walked to a stall, effectively ending the conversation. Emma glanced down at the couch and gagged a little before she grabbed her purse and stepped out the door and into the lobby.

Forty minutes had now elapsed. The movie was nearly over. Killian was at a loss as to what to do. He contemplated calling Ruby and asking her to call Emma, but remembered she was watching Henry. It was late and lad was likely asleep, but would Ruby be as well? He was just picking up his phone to dial when he saw Emma emerge from the ladies room.

"Emma?" He asked, standing from the bar. "Are you okay?"

She walked over to him and stood close, lacing his hands with hers. "I'm sorry. I got spooked."

"Why?"

"You said my love."

His first thought was that was it? That's what scared you? But he held his tongue. She must have been satisfied with his silence as she continued her explanation.

"I don't know that I'm ready for love, Killian. We've only known each other a few months. The last man I was in love with was Neal, and you know how that ended. I'm terrified of getting hurt again."

"I can understand that, but you should know that this isn't easy for me either. I just got out of a ten year relationship. Even though I knew things weren't right with Milah, I stayed because I was afraid of being alone. She dumped me and shoved me out on my own. I wasn't ready for another relationship." He moved closer, his lips just a hair's breadth from hers. "But I know that I don't want to miss a chance to be with you because I'm scared. You are an amazing woman, and this connection between us is worth exploring."

In one fluid motion he closed the gap between them and captured her mouth with his own. The kiss, meant to be tender and reassuring, quickly turned frantic. Her lips were soft and warm against his own, her body soft and pliable.

"That's more like it," came a voice from behind them, and he turned to see the employee who'd been so kind when he first followed Emma.

Emma flushed but made no move to pull away.

"Come on, love, let's go finish the movie."

They re-entered the theater and took new seats, their previous ones being covered in popcorn. They'd missed a significant portion of the film, but neither seemed to mind. As soon as they'd settled, Killian resumed devouring Emma's delectable lips. Her teeth grazed his lips as she carded her fingers through his hair. He responded in kind by blazing a trail down her neck, sucking hard at the juncture of her shoulder and collarbone. His hand lifted to her breast, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples into taut peaks. She lifted her hand to the opposite breast, mirroring his motions. He felt the bulge in his pants harden further as he witnessed his Swan pleasuring herself.

"Keep going, Swan. I want to see you touch yourself all over." His voice was raspy and sharp as he whispered in her ear. "I want to watch you fuck your pussy with your fingers and pretend it's my cock filling you."

"Oh Killian. I need you."

"Yeah,? Where do you need me love? What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to fuck me until I cum so hard that I pass out."

"You naughty minx. Let's go."

As they exited the theater, Inigo told Rugen "I want my father back, you son of a bitch" and all the other patrons erupted in cheers. Killian wanted to join them, but his cause for celebration seemed too interested in getting him home to rip his clothes off.

She couldn't keep her hands to herself the rest of the journey home. In the car she leaned over, giving him an eyeful of cleavage as her hand massaged his throbbing erection. He felt so good in her hand. She couldn't wait to undress him and experience the full weight and feel of his cock. He was big. Thinking of how he would fill her up made her squirm in her seat, desperate for relief for her soaked, aching pussy.

"We have several more minutes before we are home, lass. Why don't you start with a warm up?"

"Oh yeah? What'd you have in mind?"

"You can start by taking off those panties and giving them to me."

She smiled mischievously at him as she lifted her hips and shimmied her way out of her underwear. She set them gently in his waiting hand. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"You smell incredible. I want to taste you again."

"You have to drive."

"I do, so you're going to help me. Hike up your skirt. I want you to touch yourself for me."

The way he instructed her was not demanding, but still incredibly hot and she squirmed again involuntarily.

"Don't squirm, Love. Touch yourself."

She obeyed, pulling her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. She slid down in the seat, spreading her knees as far apart as she could. Her hand trailed down her stomach until her fingers met her aching clit. She rubbed it vigorously, spreading the wetness that had been building all night. The relief of her pent up arousal was intoxicating, and she whimpered out loud.

"You are so fucking beautiful. Fuck yourself, darling. Pretend you are riding my cock."

She obeyed, quickly pushing two fingers inside. She ground down on her hand as her thumb sought out her clit.

"That's it. Good girl." Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over and covered her hand with his own, guiding her ministrations.

She felt so wanton and daring. They weren't on a busy road, but they also weren't the only drivers out. Anyone driving next to them would have no question about what they were doing, and she found she didn't care. The prospect of being caught only seemed to enhance the sensations.

Her other hand came up to toy with her breasts, pinching her nipples. She continued to ride her fingers until she couldn't take it anymore, spilling over the crest of her first orgasm for the night.

"So damn gorgeous. Let me have a taste, darling." He brought her hand to his mouth and greedily sucked her fingers.

She remained slumped down in the seat, breathing heavily until he finally pulled into the lot behind their building and parked the car. The minute he turned the engine off she surged forward and caught his lips with her own. She could faintly taste herself on his tongue, spurring her desire. He kissed her back fervently, his lips firm on her own. She let herself get lost in the kiss for a moment before pulling away and touching her forehead to his own.

"Let's go upstairs."

He gave her a wicked grin before he literally hopped out of the car and ran to her side to open the door. She quickly pushed her skirt back down and slid out of her seat.

The elevator had never moved more slowly, and they had the sad misfortune of not being alone on their ride to his floor. However, once they were safely inside his apartment, he pinned her to the door with his hips, grinding against her center.

"I want. You. Inside. Me," she panted out between breaths as he assaulted her neck with his teeth and tongue.

"All in good time, darling. But first I want to taste you properly." He caught her by surprise as he slid his arm under her knees and hauled her bodily to his chest. Her hands moved to encircle his neck, seemingly of their own accord. He carried her the short distance to the bedroom and gently laid her down. Sinking to his knees and grabbing her legs, he pulled her so that her ass was parallel to the edge of the bed. He maneuvered her knees to straddle his shoulders and leaned down to lick a long stripe along her aching cunt.

Only one other man had done this for her, and his skills in this arena were sorely lacking. Killian, on the other hand, was highly skilled and seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. He settled into a rhythm, sliding two fingers into her while his lips and tongue attended to her clit. Emma could feel her next orgasm approaching, her body winding tighter and tighter. He pushed a third finger into her throbbing heat and pumped erratically, never letting up on her clit. She ground her hips into his fingers and lost herself in the sensations.

All at once the coil in her low belly snapped and she came hard. "Killian!" she cried so loud she was certain the neighbors could hear everything. His fingers slowed but did not stop and his attentions to her clit became gentle as she rode the waves. As she came back to herself, she realized her hands were vigorously rubbing through his hair. He looked up at her, his face shiny with her essence and his hair mussed in an incredibly sexy way.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded. "I need you to fuck me right now."

"As you wish."

It was impressive how quickly he rid them both of their clothes. When he was naked, Emma had to pause and take him in. He was an incredible specimen, with lean, taut muscles rippling as he knelt next to her on the bed. His chest was covered in a dusting of soft, dark hair. She'd always thought hairy men would be one of her turn offs, but on him it looked sexy. She bit her lip as she thought about how good it would feel rubbing against her nipples. And his cock. Oh his cock. He was bigger than she'd expected. She couldn't stop herself as she reached out to encircle her hand around his girth. He felt so good. The smooth, velvety skin contrasted deliciously with the rock hard muscle underneath. She leaned up and wrapped her lips around the tip, tasting the small bead of precum that pooled there. She moaned around him and sucked, bobbing her head to take in more of his impressive length.

His hands came to her shoulder and he pushed her down toward the bed. "Another time, lass, I will gladly let you continue that, but for now I want to feel you wrapped around me." He leaned over to the bedside table and fished out a foil-wrapped condom. Opening the packet and sliding it down his length, he moved to settle between her legs.

Emma lifted her hips and he positioned himself at her entrance. He slid in just a little and stopped, allowing her to stretch around him. The sensation was incredible, but not enough. "More," she cried and he obliged, pushing his girth into her waiting heat. But she could tell he was holding back. "Killian! More!" she pleaded, and he thrust the remainder of the way, fully sheathing himself inside.

She moaned loudly in response. It burned, but it was such a delicious burn. He held himself still to allow her muscles to stretch around him. After a moment, she adjusted. "Move," she pleaded. "I need you to move."

He complied and pulled nearly the entire way out before plunging back in. He set a punishing rhythm, and it was everything she needed. Her body was so sensitive after her first two orgasms, and it didn't take long before she felt the stirrings of her third. His hand found her clit and he rubbed her as he continued the pistoning motion of his hips.

"Oh my god, Killian, I'm gonna come again."

"Let. Go. Love." he said between thrusts. His usual eloquence had been reduced to be nearly caveman-like, and that somehow was what did her in. She keened and melted into the bed as wave after wave of passion washed over her. He followed her only a moment later, crying out at his release.

She wasn't sure how, but she ended up tangled in his embrace, covered in sweat and panting for breath.

"That. Was. Incredible," she said, her breath still uneven.

He smirked and squeezed her shoulder, tilting his head to place a gentle peck on her temple. "Killian Jones never leaves a woman unsatisfied."

All she could do was smile as she settled deeper into his embrace. She was exhausted after three orgasms. She knew they needed to take a shower. She should start thinking about when to go back up to her apartment. But all she wanted to do was sleep. Her eyes closed of their own accord and she let sleep take her over, nestled in the cocoon of Killian's warm embrace.