"I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?" Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.

"Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It's mostly clothes anyways," The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.

They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.

"Sheriff Swan," She answered officially. "Oh, that was fast. Thanks I'll be there in two minutes," Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.

"Who was that, love?" Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.

"It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I'll be right back," She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.

"Are you sure you don't want be to come with you?" He replied walking towards her.

"No it's okay. I'll just be gone a second," Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.

"I'll miss you," Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.

"I'll miss you, too," Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.

Killian started to unpack them one by one, admiring her taste in novels when a folded piece of paper fell out of one of the book jackets and onto the ground. At first he thought it was a page from the book, but it looked much older and wrinkled than the paperback in his hand. He bent down to retrieve it, studying it carefully while unfolding the seemingly old note. Hook examined what appeared to be a number list with some things crossed off. It read as the following:

(- means it's crossed off)

1. Skinny dipping-

2. Threesome-

3. Mirror sex

4. Handcuffs

5. Role play-

6. Watch porn together-

7. Make a sex tape

8. Anal

9. Sex on the beach-

10. Sex in the woods

11. Sex with someone older than me-

12. Elevator sex

13. Strip tease

14. Use a sex toy on your partner

15. Ride someone's face

16. Have sex with an uncut man

17. Have sex in a twin bed-

18. Kitchen sex

19. Create my own sex position-

20. Third base at the movies-

21. Masturbate together

22. Have sex more than 10 times in one day

23. Have a g spot only orgasm

24. Have sex in someone else's bed-

25. Phone sex-

There were some numbers that Killian didn't quite understand, but he could make a pretty good educated guess based on the rest of the list. He wondered when his Swan made this fantastic piece of art. He read the list over and over, attempting to make some sort of sense to it when in walked Emma.

"Sorry that took a little longer than expected. I had to wait for your curly fries, they weren't quite done yet. I hope you didn't get too lonely," She teased walking through the entryway with two togo bags in hand. Swinging back around to close the door, her long golden tresses cascading down her leather cover shoulders.

"Not a problem, love. By the way, what does uncut man mean?" Killian casually asked, papers still in hand. Emma looked slightly stunned and confused. He was known for his curious tendencies, always trying to learn more about her world but it was kind of a weird question even for Killian to ask out of the blue.

"That was random," She laughed at him, setting the food down on the counter.

"Well it's number 16. Have sex with an uncut man," Killian read aloud, his loud booming voice echoing throughout the apartment. He watched Emma's face go from her usual pale glow to a deep red that spread down to her neck. She instantly made the connection, running over to him as fast as she could.

"Oh my God, where did you get that?!" She fretted, attempting to grab the list from her boyfriend's hand. He could tell that she was completely mortified, but there was still a shimmer a humor that he could see in her eyes. Killian chuckled as he watched Emma jump to reach the paper that he was currently waving high in the air above his head. When she finally caught it, he could see relief spread across her face.

"Oh don't worry, love. I have a photogenic memory. That list in all up here forever," He teased pointing to his head. Emma let out a childish whine before hiding her face in her hands. "Spill, Emma," Killian smiled teasing her while rubbing large circles into her back.

"What do you want to know?" She sighed, staring down at the page that she now definitely regretted making.

"Everything," Hook laughed, encouraging her to share.

"Well, I made this list back when I was just barely sixteen. Back when Lily and I were best friends. We were hormonal and obviously sex crazed teenagers and we read in a magazine that every girl should make a list of their most desired sexual fantasies. So we both made one. And until now I totally forgot it even existed. There. Happy? But now I wish I never would have made that stupid list cause now you're never going to let this go for all of eternity," Emma groaned, letting out a sarcastic cry into his chest.

"So you're saying that if there crossed off it means what? You've done it?" Killian questioned lifting a single eyebrow to her.

"Yeah," She confessed, still buried into the crook of this arm. He could tell that Emma was pretty motified by the whole ordeal but for him it was kind of exciting and arousing. Granted they had only been intimate for a week or so now, but he couldn't wait to cross off a few more items for her list. He was intrigued but also feeling fairly jealous. What other man received the pleasure of completing these activities with his Emma?

"You mean to tell me that Emma Swan has had a threesome?" Killian hysterically began to chuckle. So much that his abs started to hurt! "With who? Do I know him?" He questioned, on the verge of tears from laughter. Emma pressed her lips together and avoided eye contact at all cost. Crossing her arms she stared at the ceiling and sighed. Her silence gave her answer away and confirmed his suspicion. "Neal?! You had a threesome with Neal? When? And with who?" Killian's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Yes with Neal it was his idea and I was young. So young, it was with some random girl that we picked up in a bar. It was his fantasy not mine. I didn't even really want to do it," Emma reassured her boyfriend who was still smiling and laugh at her expense. "Wait so you're not mad?" She asked while her pirate still was giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Mad? Of course not! Emma you should never be ashamed of what you want or desire. And if I can help give you that it would be my pleasure. It would be my honor to help you cross every item off this list. In fact I think we could even extend this little list of yours. If you want of course. I think a woman who takes what she wants is incredibly sexy," Killian admitted, slowly making his way behind her while he pressed sensual kisses to her neck. She felt his hook and hand slowly slid around her waist, pulling her in tightly against him.

"And you don't think these ideas are too scandalous?" She smirked, already feeling the answer to her question against the crease of her ass. The whole ordeal obviously was a huge turn on for him to respond this quickly.

"I'm a pirate, love. Your wildest fantasies are my Saturday night," Killian teased while nibbling the soft skin of her ear lobe. "So what do you want to cross off first?" He wondered giving her a sexy smirk paired with an eyebrow wiggle. The question going straight to Emma's core. Killian could feel the intense heat radiating off her body.

"Well, I've kind of wanted to tackle number 23 but no man before has been quite up to the task, but I think you may be able to," She challenged him, flashing him a saucy smirk. Emma knew that her leggings were probably borderline soaked by now.

"And what's number 23, love?" Killian quipped playing with the seam of her top as his calloused hand teased her soft skin. Emma's abs hardened when she felt his fingertips nudge further up her torso.

"Having a G spot only orgasm. Oh that means…" She began, thinking that there was no way her 17th century boyfriend had any idea what a G spot was. Hell, it was just recently that she figured out what it was!

"I know what it means love," Killian cut her off before Emma made any botched attempt at explaining it to him.

"You don't know what uncut means but you know what the G spot is?" Emma lifted an eyebrow giggling in disbelief. A smile plastered on both of their faces as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet subtle scent of her perfume.

"Priorities, love. And not only do I know what it is, but more importantly I know where it is…" And with that Emma felt a bolt of pleasure shoot right to her clit. Even though she was a grown and very sexually mature woman, Emma was always a one night stand kind of girl. Which usually never resulted in much satisfaction on her end. It was just enough to scratch an itch. Nothing less and nothing more.

The longer relationships that she did have with Neal and Walsh never really yielded much enjoyment. Neither one of them really clicked with her sexually. There always seemed to be a lot of fumbling and Emma learned that it was easier to fake an orgsam then to lay there for hours while watching them try. But Killian in their short time being intimate had gotten her close a number of time. He always put her pleasure over his, making sure that she came one way or another, but Emma wanted to know what it felt like to be pushed off the edge without touching her clit. It was a completely foreign concept to her. She couldn't even do it herself. At one point she even thought there may be something wrong with her until she read in a magazine that it wasn't all that uncommon. That's what landed it on her list to begin with. There were a lot of adventurous things on Emma's list but this wasn't really one of them. And she hoped that Killian was able to deliver.

Without any warning Killian spun Emma around and his lips were on hers in a second. Tugging on her bottom lip, Killian demanded entrance which Emma was happy to give. Her body felt like it was on fire. Every molecule of her being was on edge and completely aroused. She felt his hard aching member press against her stomach. A wonderful reminder of that satisfying stretch that ripples through her whenever he's inside her. Soon Emma's red leather jacket and white tank top were thrown to the ground and all she was left in was her lace bra and jeans. His thumb hooked itself around one of her straps, easing it down her shoulders. He softly brushed the pad of her fingers over her hardening nipple, creating puckered peaks through the fabric. She wanted desperately to tell him to get on with it and end this torture for both their sakes, but Emma was unable to form a coherent sentence. Killian was still mostly dressed, too clothed for her liking. But before she could move to remove any of his garments, Emma was being lifted onto the kitchen counter, knocking random utensils that were previously lying on there. This position allowed them both to be more face to face, almost feeling a higher level of closeness or intimacy.

He kissed his way down her neck, stopping just below her collarbone. It was a place that Killian knew made her fall to pieces in just the short time they were together. Emma groaned as she felt his hand and hook make its way behind her back. She knew his intentions when he started to fumble around trying to unhook her bra. Wanting to speed up the process, she too reached behind herself, aiding with the garment before tossing it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. A rush a nervousness flooded through her. What if she can't come? She's never done it before. At least not like this. Not even when she tries it herself. Is it her? Is there something wrong with her? If he doesn't succeed will it be awkward between them? After all they hadn't been together for very long.

"Emma, darling, I can hear you thinking. There are no villains, no nagging parents, and no responsibilities here. It's just you and me," Killian smiled, staring into his Swans eyes.

"Sorry," Emma mumbled, leaning her forehand against his.

"Don't apologize, love. Just let me make you feel good," He vowed as she hooked her legs back around his trim waist. Emma felt herself being lifted once again while getting lost in yet another soul shatter kiss. Hook carried her across the apartment and up the stairs to her room.

Playfully, he threw her on the bed with a light bounce. She let out a carefree giggle which seemed so out of character for her. Emma watched him slowly remove his newly bought wardrobe piece by piece. She had the perfect view to admire how every muscle in his body rippled as he took off each article. God, she would pay money to just watch this man undress. Soon all he was left in were his boxer briefs that he still wasn't quite used to wearing yet. Emma was still breathing pretty hard, her cheeks all the way down to her breasts were flushed a light tinted red from her arousal. Her golden curls cascaded down the tops of her shoulders.

Killian leaned down, slanting his lips over hers once again. She let the sensation take her, already feeling an ocean between her legs. Emma dragged him closer, pulling him on top of her, running her fingers through his dark locks, both dueling one another for dominance. Hook kissed down her neck all the way to her perfect breasts. He took his time sucking, biting, and licking each one. Paying extra attention to her pink nipples. Blowing cool air on each of them until they were hard over sensitive points and Emma was gasping for air. Killian made his way down further until he reached the seam of her jeans. Carefully he single handedly popped the button to her pants, pulling them down with his hand and hook until only a thin blue strip of fabric covered her center.

"I'll never grow tired your silky skin, or your gorgeous legs, or the way you smile with your eyes when you walk into a room," Killian growled, ghosting down her body. "You Emma Swan are what men refer to as timeless," He moaned from between her legs.

"You don't have to flatter me you already got in my pants," She smiled, biting her bottom lip while glancing down admiring her lover's ministrations. Hook continued to nibble the insides of her thighs, working her up, pushing her higher and higher until she felt as if she might implode from all the built up sexual tension.

"I want you to tell me everything you feel. Don't be afraid to tell me what you like and what you don't," He ordered while pulling her lace panties down using his hand and teeth. Killian could already see her arousal glistening down her folds. A soft moan slipped out of her lips as Emma felt his teeth graze her perked nipples. He took a supple breast into his mouth, sucking it lightly while he used his hand to massage its twin. Her hands instantly flew to his hair once again. Emma's back arched attempting to get as close as she could to Killian wicked mouth. Suddenly his lips were being pulled back to hers. It was a messy and needy kiss, but neither of them could bring themselves to care. Emma could feel his clothed member that was still confined in his boxers against her stomach, which only increased the burn and desire for him. She was desperate to feel him inside her but she could tell that she was gonna have to wait a while for that.

Killian made his way back down her body, stopping briefly to pay extra attention to each breast before stopping between her legs once again. He slid a single finger through her slick folds, parting them slightly. Slowly and with great care he then inserted one digit into her aching center. Emma whimpered at the intrusion. Gradually Killian massaged her inner walls, experimenting and listening intently to what felt good. It didn't take long for him to soon figure out exactly what she liked. Hook added another finger into her slippery sex adding more constant yet satisfying pressure.

"Fuck," Emma whined, loving the stretch of the second digit. At a leisurely pass Killian continued to pump in and out of his Swan while he kissed the insides of her arousal coated thighs. The heavy breathing and high pitched moans were music to this pirates ears. Emma was worked up almost to her breaking point. Everything that Killian was doing was magic, but it wasn't quite enough. She felt as if a any second she could fall off the edge, but something was holding her back. Emma was teetering, so close to finally letting go when Killian pushed his two fingers up quickly over and over again. It was almost as if he was tapping the tops of her walls, massaging the aroused muscles. After mere moments Emma fell off the cliff. An intense wave of pleasure continued to wash over her, shaking her entire body. She had never felt anything quite like it before. Her whole body felt as if she was flying. Emma's breathing was still erratic and she could almost swear she could hear her own heart beating.

"Get inside me right now, pirate," She growled, dragging him up from between her legs. She ripped off the last piece of fabric that separated them and in the matter of seconds Killian was sliding into her aching center with ease. She reveled in the satisfying stretch that only he could provide. His fingers were heaven, but his cock was paradise. After only mere moments of mingled moans and the squeaking of the floor boards, Killian lifted her up slightly encouraging her legs to lean flat against his chest and her feet propped over his shoulders.

The position change deepened the angle, intensifying both their pleasure. It was a sensation Emma had never quite felt before and she was so glad that it was Killian that was the first to give it to her. Hook could feel that she was close. Every thrust created a rippled effect. Her inner walls fluttered around his member, testing his stamina. He so desperately wanted her to fall one more time before joining her on the other side. Killian increased his speed, pounding into her at a punishing pace.

Emma fisted the sheets in her hands as she came once again. Her eyes flew shut. She could have swore she saw a bright white light followed by stars that flashed before her eyes. Her walls clamped down on him as she came, pulling him down with her. Killian came with a shout, filling her up with his seed. They both slowly came down from their highs as Killian fell down next to his Swan, doing his best not to crush her.

"You found it," She smiled staring up at the ceiling, the euphoria still coursing through her veins.

"Did you ever doubt I would. After all, I am a pirate. Finding buried treasure is kind of what I do," He chuckled into the crook of her neck, kissing the skin still exposed. "And hey you never told me what uncut means," He wondered as Emma snuggled in close between the sheets. She instantly giggled remembering their previous conversation.

"It's another word for uncircumcised, or in other words what you are," She explained pointing downward. It took him a moment to make the connection but finally Emma saw everything click in his expression. Killian reached over to her night side table picking up her list along with a pen in her draw. She watched him cross off two items with a smile.

"I'd say it was a pretty successful night. We killed two birds with one stone," Hook noted while continuing to admire the rest of the unchecked items.

"I would have to agree. I even think you earned the right to pick the next number off the list," She suggested, giving him the bedroom eyes once again.

"I would be beyond honored," Killian grinned, looking as if he just won the lottery. Emma would never say this out loud or even admit it to herself but what she felt in this moment was love. It was a feeling in her heart that she hadn't felt in nearly a decade but she wanted to hold on to it as long as she could.

"What about you? Do you have a list?" Emma flirted wanting to lighten the mood as she played with the coarse hair on his chest.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Killian replied.

"Maybe I would."