"You gave up your ship for me?"

Emma felt herself stop breathing and stared in wonder. He did what? For her? The Jolly Roger? The pained smile faded from his lips. His eyes were still dark with anguish - and something else. Giving up his ship. It must have been even worse than losing his hand. But she thought she could see much more than anguish in those blue depths as he formed his answer.

"Aye."

He didn't regret it and he'd do it again. Whatever it took. No price was too high. That's what he was trying to tell her - and finally - finally - she believed. He was waiting for her to process his answer, probably bracing for her to pull away yet again.

Instead, she leaned into him slowly, their eyes locked. She needed to show him how much things had changed. How much she wanted him. Had always wanted him. His eyes drank her in. She could see the lust and the same unnameable emotions she could feel coursing through her flickering across that gorgeous face of his. She felt his hand reach up to caress her hair as their lips finally touched. She let her eyes flicker closed with pleasure...it felt like magic. Like heaven. Like home. Her lips parted to deepen the kiss. Her world spun when their tongues danced across each other, gently exploring. Emma reached up to touch his check. That sexy scruff of his had always made her fingers twitch. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him.

She felt him pull back slightly and opened her eyes. The look she saw there made her heart stop. So full of heat and longing and perhaps a touch of disbelief. She wanted to see more of that. Her mouth turned up in a half-smile as she leaned in to kiss those luscious lips again. She saw him return her smile with a bit of relief. Their lips connected with a delicious frisson of electricity. They stayed fused together for what felt like hours, giving in at last to years worth of attraction. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right.

"Emma, Henry is wondering if he could stay...OH! sorry!"

They broke the kiss with obvious reluctance and turned their heads only slightly, lips still hovering close together as though magnetized. Mary Margaret stood on the patio before them looking surprised, contrite, and more than a little curious.

"So, SO sorry. You two go back to what you're doing." She cocked her head to the side and looked at them, smiling,her eyes shining. "I was just going to ask if Henry could stay with us tonight. David wants to take him to the woods for some training early in the morning."

"Uh, yeah. Of course", stammered Emma. Hook must have noticed how breathless she sounded - she could sense him smirking in that sexy way of his. Her mother turned away with a final smile, looking far too pleased, and walked back into the warmth of the diner. Emma rolled her eyes and wondered if there would be anyone in Storybrooke who didn't know about this five minutes from now. She could hear the bubble of happy conversation within fade as the door swung closed. Everyone she loved was safe and sound here, together. How could she have ever thought of leaving this place?

She turned her attention back to the ridiculously handsome pirate in her arms. He was looking at her with such tenderness. How could she have ever wanted to leave this man?

"You're smiling, love."

"I think...I'm happy."

He grinned and leaned in for another kiss.

She kissed him briefly and then pressed her forehead against his, nuzzling his nose with hers. "I really wish you had the Jolly Roger waiting for us at the docks right now," she murmured huskily.

"As do I." His words were soft. She knew how much the Jolly Roger meant to him. She ached for how much his sacrifice had cost him. Her distress must've shown on her face. As he once told her, she was a bit of an open book to him. "Ah, lass, don't. It was my -"

She cut him off with another kiss, more insistent. He responded with a moan and deeper strokes of his tongue. His hook hand wrapped low about her waist and pulled her toward him. She arched her back, bringing her breasts up against his leather-clad chest. God, that chest. She could feel the heat building, coiling low in her belly and making her limbs feel suddenly heavy. A sensuous tingling seemed to flow up and down her spine, radiating to her fingertips and toes. The ache between her legs had her desperately leaning forward in her chair. She couldn't get close enough to him. She wanted to feel every inch of him pressed against her. Inside her.

He tore away with a ragged breath. "Swan...Emma - you needn't feel obligated because I traded my ship. I want you to want me - want this - because you feel about me as I do about you." He gently rubbed his thumb back and forth across her cheek.

"And how is that you feel about me, exactly?" she said softly.

He took a deep breath. "You know the answer to that, Savior. I love you, Emma Swan."

She held his gaze for several heartbeats. With certainty, she knew she would cherish those words, delivered in that delicious brogue of his, for the rest of her days.

"Killian, I..." she paused just a moment before leaping over the edge. She knew he would be there, to catch her. "I love you." She sounded as though she couldn't quite believe it herself. She thought she would be more nervous to tell him how she felt. But she felt a radiating calm, a rightness, that she'd always been sure she'd never find.

He looked dazed, gazing at her in wonder. He shook his head slightly before standing up suddenly and pulling her with him. His arms were around her, crushing her to him as if he couldn't get close enough. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his. She felt his hand slide down her backside and press her to him. Her hips ground against him as her hand slid into that gloriously mussed hair of his. She smiled against his lips. She'd always wanted to do that. He somehow always managed to look as though he'd just climbed out of bed after a night of debauchery. It was deliciously sexy and she had spent a very long time trying her damnedest not to think about it. Now she just wanted to be naked in his bed as soon as possible, his head between her legs and her hands winding through his dark hair.

From the feel of his hard length pressing against her, his thoughts were running in a similar vein.

"Do you think we can get upstairs without anyone noticing?" she breathed.

"I'm on the verge of taking you right here, love. I suggest we risk it."

"I'm on the verge of letting you. Let's go."

She was sure that despite their best attempts at stealth, they didn't escape upstairs unnoticed. She found herself not really caring. There was only one thing in the world that mattered right now, and he was standing in front of her in her darkened bedroom looking for all the world like a dangerous, sexy, roguish pirate. A pirate - a man - who loved her and proved again and again he would never leave her. She moved toward him and heard his breath catch. She was standing in the moonlight streaming through the window, her hair glowing silver. He raised his hand to lift a lock and pressed it to his lips. "So damn beautiful, Swan."

He dipped his head to kiss her. She reached for his lapels and eased his duster off his shoulders. Staring hungrily at his chest, she unbuttoned his vest and let it drop to the floor too. She tugged his cotton shirt out of his breeches and lifted it, trailing her nails against his skin as she went. He hissed with pleasure at her touch. "Too many clothes, Hook," she complained as she started on the lacing of his breeches.

"Allow me, milady", he grinned as he made quick work of his boots and breeches. Emma made a mental note to buy him some clothing from this realm tomorrow that was easier to strip off him. She took the opportunity to kick off her own boots and jeans and turned to face him in her black lace panties and bra. It looked for a moment that her pirate might throw her down and ravage her right there on the wood floor, but at last he seemed to master himself.

"Like what you see, Captain?", she teased, as she ran her gaze over his naked form. She certainly liked what she saw. Damn. Running her tongue over her lips, she took a moment to appreciate his body. He was perfect. She could feel her wet core starting to drip down her thigh. Never had she wanted a man so badly, needed him inside her so badly.

No answer was forthcoming from Hook- instead he swooped to pick her up in his arms and stalked toward the bed. Suddenly he was licking her nipples through the thin lace of her bra, his stubble rasping against her soft skin. Arching her back as he ran his tongue inside one of the cups, she dug into his shoulders as he laved her nipple into a stiff, quivering peak. She felt like she could come just from this. The man knew what he was doing. She started to reach around to unclasp her bra, but he grabbed her wrist and suddenly her arms were pinned above her. Head swimming with pleasure, she bucked into him, trying to find that elusive friction she craved. Nothing had ever been hotter. Being ravished by this man and fucked into the mattress till morning had featured in her fantasies for so long. The reality was so infinitely more intense that she keened with pleasure. The point of his hook pressed into her belly button as he locked eyes with her. Holding still was difficult as he dragged it slowly upward until it slid beneath the lace between her breasts. With a quick flick of his wrist, her breasts were exposed to the cool air and he was gazing down at her hard nipples with a look of pure worship. Lowering his head he took one into his mouth and sucked and nibbled until she was panting for breath and writhing beneath him.

"God, Killian - I need you so much."

"All in good time, my love." Capturing the other nipple, he pressed his cock none too gently against her center. Her legs parted widely and she wrapped one of her legs around him, pressing him to her. It was his turn to moan. She knew he could feel how hot and drenched she was through the panties.

"Seriously, Hook - please..."

She was begging. She would keep begging until he gave her what she needed. The desire to run her hands over his body was unbearable but he gripped her wrists firmly.

Kissing between her breasts, he finally released her arms and pulled himself down her body, laving a trail with his tongue and lips down her stomach until she could feel his breath just over her most sensitive part. It was agony. He ran the point of his hook lightly over her clit and she nearly screamed from the sensation. His mouth pressed down suddenly in its place and she could feel his tongue sliding against the bundle of nerves. "Oh god, I'm going to come if you keep doing that..." she whispered.

He began to pull her panties down and she lifted her hips to help him. There was nothing between them now. Lowering his head, he pushed her legs further apart and took a moment to admire her wet, pulsing core. "Swan...you are so fucking gorgeous, woman." and then his tongue was on her, licking slowly up from her dripping folds until he found her clit. A few delicate licks and she was bucking into him. "So close, Killian, keep...yes...like that..."

One and then two fingers slid into her slowly, pushing them deep just as he sucked her clit against his tongue firmly. She was done for. The most intense, furious climax she had ever felt ripped through her entire body and she clenched tight around his fingers. Her hands gripped his hair while she bucked against him desperately. He rode her through it with his tongue against her, groaning appreciatively. "You taste like ambrosia and you're bloody beautiful when you come. Gods, I want you Emma."

"I want you inside me, Killian. Now." She pulled him up to her. She was still rippling with aftershocks from that spectacular orgasm. Now she wanted him to fall apart in her arms. Taking his length in her hand, she slid her fingers up and down his cock, which she found quite impressive and very, very hard. His eyes closed and his jaw tightened when she teased a drop of cum from his tip and slid it around the head.

"Love, I'm not going to be able to make this last if you keep doing that." He was keeping his eyes shut tight.

She placed the head of his cock at her entrance with one hand and arched her hips toward him. She cradled his face with the other. "Killian - I want you..please", she murmured softly. He opened his eyes as he slid slowly inside her slick heat. Her sheath was still rippling from her first climax, clenching him rhythmically as he buried himself to the hilt. He stayed still for a moment as they locked eyes. She pulled him down to kiss her and whispered I love you, eyes shining. Hook seemed paralyzed for a moment, overwhelmed. And then he was kissing her with such force and passion she never wanted it to end. They didn't even notice a flash of light and a whirl of wind that swept through the room as they began to move together.

She was close again, this time with her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. He sat up, pulling her with him onto his lap, so they were face to face. Emma was grinding her clit against him, reveling in how deep he was inside her. His cock seemed to find a spot she didn't even know existed, and it was sending her higher into glorious oblivion with every thrust."Come for me, love. I want to make you come, Emma" he ground out against clenched teeth.

His words spurred her higher, his voice so incredibly sexy. "Come with me Killian come inside me please yes oh I'm coming, yes, yes, YES, KILLIAN!" she threw her head back as she rode his cock with abandon. Her climax seemed to never end. She gripped him tight against her as he shuddered and exploded within her, spurting hot wave after hot wave of cum deep into her womb.

They didn't speak or move for a long time, just holding each other. Emma ran her fingers gently through his hair. Her sex was still rippling and squeezing his softening cock. Hook pulled back and kissed her gently. "A man could get used to this, love. Bloody incredible." Emma smiled as she lay back on the pillow, pulling him with her so they remained joined. He hesitated to put his weight on her but she wrapped her arms and legs about him and pulled him fully against her. She sighed in satisfaction at the sensation of their skin touching and his weight on her. "Hmmmmmmm."

"Can I take it I've lived up to expectations, Swan?"

She could hear the smile, the boast, in his voice. "Hmmmmmm." She seemed incapable of speech at the moment. She cleared her throat and tried again."You could say that."

"We're just getting started, love. Give me a moment to recover and we-"

There was a knock at the door. One of the many things Emma had come to appreciate about Killian Jones was the impressive variety and creativity of cursing he was capable of when the occasion called for it. She agreed wholeheartedly - this definitely called for it.

"This had better be a DIRE emergency" she huffed, her tone threatening severe repercussions for whoever was on the other side of that door. She saw Hook smirk appreciatively out of the corner of her eye.

"Sorry to bother you, Sheriff." She recognized Grumpy's voice. "I was just heading home from the party and noticed something as I passed the docks which was...odd...and I thought you and, er, the Captain, should both come take a look."

Emma and Hook exchanged glances. "What was it, Grumpy?" she asked as she slid from the bed and searched for her panties. Why couldn't this town let them have even one night to themselves?

"It looks like...well, it looks like it's the Jolly Roger."