#itty bitty bits

“Slowly now, Swan.”Emma’s pulse sped a pace, his deep warning rasp doing nothing to calm her nerves (or her arousal for that matter) as she gently lowered herself into his lap and this was possibly the worst idea that they had ever had but it was too late to turn back now.Sure, sex in a jacuzzi had sounded fun, that is, until they realized that the only jacuzzi at their hotel was outside… twenty feet away from the pool outside and of course Captain freaking Hook would find a way to convince her to try it anyway.Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was such a bad idea.His thumb traced circles at her hip, his palm pressing her down with a gentle insistence and her stomach fluttered with nervous apprehension when she felt him there.“That’s it, love,” he breathed, his own voice shaky with his own want; he pressed down harder and-“Oh god,” she arched and bit back a gasp when she felt him slide inside of her, a slow, hot stretch that had her gripping his thigh for dear life.They were really doing this. God, she loves him.

It’s merely a laughable coincidence that it happens to be his favorite color, but it’s nothing of the sort that new bits of lingerie of that exact shade seem to make their way into her wardrobe on the days that she walks by a particular shop while running her errands.

Emma had never considered navy her color, but it's his, and the way his breath catches in his throat when she casually disrobes those nights to show the stark contrast of dark blue against creamy white skin, well, maybe it’s her color after all.