Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Once Upon A Time. ABC, Disney, A&E, and whoever else have that distinction. No profit is being made, and no copywrite infringement in intended. "Not Alone" belongs to the amazing Darren Criss.

AN: If you've been reading "You've Been Lonely Too Long," this is the continuation of chapter 8, as that story is T rated and this certainly is not. If you haven't read that, well, it's the night between Heart of Gold and Sympathy for the De Vil, and without the other story it's basically just Captain Swan PWP. So either go read that to have plot, or just enjoy the smut. Some of this first part will be familiar to YBLTL readers, but has been greatly expanded. (Oh, and Killian has seen TPB in this verse, and knows exactly what he's saying with As You Wish.) My first CS smut, but hardly my first lemon, although it's been a while. Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome and appreciated as always.

Here With Me

by Lady Callista

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"Baby, you're not alone, 'cause you're here with me, and nothing's ever gonna bring us down.

'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you, and you know it's true.

It don't matter what'll come to be, our love is all we need to make it through..."

-from "Not Alone" by Darren Criss

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"I think it's time to stop talking."

Killian's breath caught as Emma breathed the words into his ear, and the hand tangled in her hair tightened reflexively. He let out the breath with a gasp as warm lips trailed down the side of his neck, and when she nipped playfully at his collarbone Killian felt the fire roar through him. He carefully loosened his grip, hand cupping the back of her head to make sure it didn't impact the wall behind her as he fitted their bodies even more closely together, his left arm wrapping around her lower back to pull their hips together even as he pressed her into the wall and caught her lips in a heated kiss.

He felt the arms around his back tighten, felt her nails biting into his shoulder even through the leather of his vest, as he deepened the kiss further, their hips beginning to grind slowly together. For long moments, there was nothing but her.

His fingers played through her hair, and it was only as they caught on a leaf she must have picked up in the forest that he managed to think of anything but the woman in his arms. And just how much they had been through in the past overly long day.

Everything in him softened as he remembered the look in her eyes after he confessed that she was his happy ending, and his kiss and embrace gentled in response. He'd worried he would see fear, and had instead seen wonder and reciprocation, and remembering that look now caused passion to shift to tenderness.

In his arms was the most amazing and precious woman he had ever known, and sometimes he still couldn't believe that this was real. That he was allowed to have this.

Then the Jolly rocked softly beneath them and all the events that had brought them to this point came crashing back into his mind. Breathing heavily, Killian broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together as he whispered, "You're sure this isn't about anything but us?"

"Just us." Emma whispered, her fingers reaching up to slide into his as she drew his hand down from the wall, giving a tug towards his bed. "You know I appreciate how patient you've been with me, and I don't just mean about... uh..."

"Making love?" His voice was a low chuckle, but he resisted her attempt at moving them, keeping her pinned lightly against the wall, his fingers coming up to play with her hair again, tugging the leaf from it gently and letting it drop to the floor. He felt the soft smile bloom on his face as he watched an endearing blush creep up her cheeks before she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. He could barely hear her mumbled words.

"It's just, most guys wouldn't..."

"You know better than to compare me to others." He chided softly, stroking his hand over her back now, wishing she would meet his eyes again. They'd spoken of this before, and he'd thought he had assured her that he was not only alright with, but enjoying, the slow pace they were taking their physical relationship at. There was something to be said for treasuring each moment, each new intimacy. He wanted all of her, of course he did, but only when she was ready. Because it had to be perfect for her, or it wouldn't be for him. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over her cheek before murmuring in her ear, "Most haven't lived over a century alone. Or had a year to ponder what could have been, if only they'd had more time. Every day spent with you is precious, love, no matter what we are, or aren't, doing."

She pulled back to meet his eyes then, saying softly, "You told me before you didn't push because you were afraid I'd run, but I know it's more than that. You really care about my happiness, and you knew I needed time. I really didn't think you could do it, you know? I mean, you're all innuendos and suggestive comments, and the way you look at me sometimes, the way you kiss me, hold me... But you're not lying. When you say you're content with the pace. When you say our relationship makes you happy, even though we haven't gone all the way. It's the truth."

He hadn't heard the phrase gone all the way before, but it was rather self-explanatory given the context. "Sex is a fine thing, making love even more so, but there's so much more." He held her amazed gaze, baring both his heart and his soul in his eyes as he slide his fingers lightly down her side, dancing them softly over the side of her breast before taking her hand and lacing their fingers together. He remembered the first time she had laced their fingers this way and ghosted a kiss over her lips. "The slide of your fingers though mine, or your arms around me in comfort. Knowing I can touch your hair, or your cheek." He didn't release her hand, but pulled back enough to use his hook to carefully push her hair back over her shoulder before sliding it over the curve of her cheek. He saw her eyes widen even as her breath hitched; they both knew what it meant to him to be able to touch her that way, knew what it meant to him that she simply treated the hook, or the stump of his wrist, the same way she would have his hand.

Killian saw her eyes start to shimmer, and began caressing her inner wrist idly with his thumb, his voice growing husky. He saw the desire shoot through the emerald depths of her eyes as he continued, "Your warmth against me when we talk of everything and nothing. Knowing how to make you laugh when you need to, and how to sooth you when you're sad. Knowing I can kiss you whenever I desire."

It was Emma who leaned up to kiss him as he finished the sentence, a soft, emotional kiss that said everything he could see on her face. When she pulled back she breathed his name softly, again trying to shift him to the bed.

He only continued to murmur in her ear, "Seeing in your eyes that you care for me, and being allowed to see the parts of you that are hidden from others. Dozens of other things large and small. Things I've not had since Milah, and in some ways craved more than sex though I never thought to have them again."

Killian felt her tense briefly and then she was pulling back. He felt the flood of fear along with the sudden chill as she put space between their bodies, but she only drew back far enough to place her free hand over his heart. "We have them now." He felt her squeeze his hand before releasing it, and then both of her hands were undoing the top button of his leather waistcoat. "We can have everything now."

"You're sure, love?" He breathed even as his hand slid up her side until his thumb brushed the underside of her breast.

"There's nothing but us tonight." Emma smiled, feeling the heat course through her body at the desire swirling in his eyes. "No bad memories of the past, no worries about the future." She continued slowly undoing the buttons, fingers occasionally brushing the soft material of the shirt underneath. "I want to let it all go, just for a few hours. There's so much out of my control right now, and I don't know what will happen at dawn, but I just, I just want a few hours to think of nothing but us. I don't want to wait anymore, Killian, I just want to be with you."

Killian's hand slid back down her side as his eyes heated further, and then his hand and hook were on her ass and pulling her against him once again, proving just how much he wanted her in return. "As you wish." He whispered before lowering his head to kiss her.

He swallowed her gasp, wondering briefly if it was from his words or from the hardness now pressing against her belly. Then she was kissing him back, moaning into him as their hips began to grind together again. He felt her hands pushing at his shoulders, at his vest, and released her for long enough to let it drop carelessly to the floor. He felt her fingers at the buttons of his shirt, and took a deep breath as he finally let his hand slide up to cup her breast. "Gods, love, you don't know how long I've dreamed of this. I only wish we had more than a few hours."

"We'll just have to make the most of them." The last few words came out on a sigh as his fingers found her nipple through the thin grey shirt, and he felt her fingers tremble against his stomach as she finished with his shirt buttons. "Although I did imagine a slightly bigger bed."

He smiled as, even now, the easy banter they had always had flowed through her teasing voice. "Oh, it gets bigger, love." He tossed her a wink and his most cocky grin, kissing her again before pulling back and asking almost casually, "Give me a hand?"

She grinned, rolling her eyes at the innuendo even though the hint of confusion he could see in them. But she followed without comment as he crossed to the bed, and he chuckled at her sharp intake of breath as he just as casually let his shirt slide from his shoulders and flutter to the floor. "Enjoying the view, love?"

He turned with a smirk, which widened when he looked back at her and realized her eyes were actually on his ass, not his naked back. Her eyes rose to his, but rather than blush as she often did when he caught her admiring him, Emma's eyes heated in challenge. Before he could ascertain her intention, her arms had crossed in front of her to grip the bottom of her shirt, and in one smooth motion she pulled off the grey tank and tossed it to the side.

He almost forgot to breath as his eyes focused on the lacy corset, no, bra, she had said they were called bras, that concealed her breasts from him, and he reached out to trace a finger along the V of her cleavage, fingers playing with the lace that was so expensive in his world yet so common here that it was placed on garments that were barely seen.

"Enjoying the view, pirate?"

He smirked at the teasing tone in her voice, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgement of her turning the tables on him. Then his hand slid up to cup her cheek, and the mood shifted in a heartbeat. "You're so beautiful, Emma."

Now she blushed, and he kissed her softly, reverently, the curve of his hook sliding over her lower back and causing her to shudder in his arms."Now, help me, before I lose all patience and decide we can deal with the small bed."

He saw the shudder go through her at the huskiness in his voice, and flexed his willpower to pull away from her and turn back to the bed. Under his direction, they stripped the blankets and mattress from the bed, and her saw her curious gaze on the hinges that were revealed. With a grin he screwed in the legs and with her help unfolded the bed, seeing her eyes widen as she understood. The two mattresses from the narrow bunk went side by side now, and he tossed a blanket over them both.

He deliberately pushed aside all thoughts of how long it had been since he opened the bed like this. It had been built after Milah joined him of course, but he pushed that aside as well. As his princess had said, no dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. He had only to meet her eyes as she tossed the pillows on the bed for his mind to be wiped clean of anything but her.

He sat on the bed, catching her hips and pulling her to stand between his legs, dipping his head to kiss the softness of her stomach as his fingers slid under the waistband of her pants. "Slow or fast, love?" He slid the curve of his hook over her core as he nibbled on her hipbone, and felt her tremble against him. "What's your favorite dream?" His fingers inched the stretchy pants lower so that his lips could trace over the curve of her hip. He'd thought that, after waiting so long, their first time would be fast and frenzied, but now that it was happening he wanted only to draw it out, to worship every inch of her and show her just how much she was loved and cherished. "What do you want?" His fingers slid along her inner thigh before dancing teasingly over her core as he nipped at her hip again.

"You, Killian." She breathed, hands running through his hair as she shifted until she knelt over his lap, catching his hand and resting it over her heart. "I want you."

TBC...

AN2: So I know it's short, but I figured you'd rather have half of it now then wait until Wed when I'll have the time to finish it. And people who wanted to read more than I show in chapter 8 of the other story, but don't want to read the full M scene, can just read this first part. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed!