Hi loves, I'm back with a new little fic. This will be told in three parts, each part containing a different number of chapters. Just a little idea for Season 4 :) I hope you enjoy it!

Part One

He pushes, she pulls

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Conceal, Don't Feel
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If someone had asked her immediately after their 'dalliance', as he calls it, just why she had kissed Captain Hook, she'd have answered with excuses about pent up adrenaline and a good looking man. She'd have admitted to things that make sense to her, rather than the things that make her want to question everything she's ever believed about herself. Because she certainly wouldn't trust him, she certainly wouldn't have feelings for him. No. This was just about feeling good.

And he does feel good…

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"I did not!" she exclaims, as his lips assault her neck sending flickers of electricity through her body.

His hand glances up her side, thumb grazing the underside of her t-shirt covered breast, teasing her, "Oh but you did, lass."

She gasps when his fingers pull down the loose neckline of her shirt and his lips close around her taut nipple, "No, you definitely made the first move."

He smiles into her skin. There's no use arguing with her anyway, not when they're like this, wanton and hazy on any details. The extra shot of rum after dinner may not have been the wisest idea, but they enjoy this buzz, this tipsy sort of feeling and the way it makes them feel like they're youthful and clumsy, fumbling for each other in desperate happiness.

She pulls his head back up to hers and kisses him soundly while he unlaces his pants. She's grateful that she'd already removed hers before climbing into bed, and when his hand hurriedly pushes her panties aside and he's suddenly buried inside of her, she silently welcomes him home. Because it feels so right.

Even if she still has an argument to win.

"You're the one who used his mouth to bandage my hand," she pants between his thrusts, biting her lip when he hits that sweet spot inside of her.

His forehead sinks to hers, his hand running along her leg to hitch it higher on his hip, "Darling, that was not the move I was speaking of."

She smiles, raising her lips to his, "Ah, but it was a move, was it not?"

"Hmm, I suppose it was," he agrees remembering the way this beauty had taken a hold of his heart from the moment he'd set eyes on her. "I was powerless to resist your charms."

The brace on his other arm comes to rest under her hips, lifting her up and changing the angle of his thrusts dramatically. Her moan of approval nearly does him in, but he's a gentleman and he wants to make her scream first. His hand comes between them, thumb finding her clit with ease. It's been months of this pleasure bursting between them and since the beginning he's known exactly what to do to make her body sing.

Her eyes meet his from beneath hooded lids and she can feel him beginning to pulse within her. "Come with me," she whispers.

And he does. Hunching forward, over her, as he spills into her clenching walls. He continues rolling his hips through the aftershocks, their breathing erratic and their bodies exhausted and sated. He kisses her softly, lips lingering together, soaking each other up.

"You know," he begins, still surrounding every part of her, "It probably doesn't matter who made the first move, just as long as you keep letting me make them."

She smiles, her body unconsciously trying to follow him as he pulls from her, "Yeah, I suppose I'll keep you around."

He chuckles as he rolls over, reaching over to his trousers and retrieving a small pouch from the pocket, "Good. Because I have something for you."

A small ring falls from the pouch and into his hand – a pearl sitting at its heart, surrounded by a band of diamonds – its delicate simplicity is breathtaking.

Emma's eyes narrow at the piece of jewellery, her heart's pace speeding up before Killian even says a word. But when his eyes meet hers, she can read just what he's going to ask and, in this moment, every doubt possible flies into her racing mind.

Which is ridiculous, really. Because all she's ever wanted in life is validation that she is worth it, that the people she lets into her life aren't going to leave her. Everything she has always wanted is wrapped up in Killian Jones but as his lips form the question, "Marry me?" hers form the words, "I don't know."

And it doesn't make sense. Her words don't make sense when he's giving everything to her.

"I mean, I'm just…I don't…I…"

But even with crestfallen features, he reaches out to grasp her floundering hands in his one steady hand and soothes her through her minor panic, "It's okay, lass. I can wait. I will wait."

She meets his gaze, breathing calming as he rubs gentle patterns into the skin of the back of her hand, "I'm sorry, Killian. I want to, you know? But baby steps."

"Baby steps," he repeats, lying back down next to her and slipping the ring back into its pouch. He kisses her forehead and she snuggles in close to his chest, her fingertips grazing over his heart.

"I love you," she whispers into his skin again and again as they fall asleep. But even still, she wishes she knew how to love in the way he does.

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The night had been warm with him tangled up in her, their legs entwined, his arm draped across her semi-naked form, her hand resting on his bare chest, but when she awakens in the morning, she has to pull the blankets tighter around her to keep herself from feeling the chill, even with the summer heat pushing in around the town.

Reaching her arm out across the bed finds it empty and cold, devoid of any trace of her pirate. It's not the first time that he's been gone when she's awoken, but it's the first time she's felt a sinking weight in the pit of her stomach. When they had fallen asleep the night before she'd thought that they were okay – not perfect, but okay – however, now, she's unsure.

They'd found a sail boat for him about a month back, just something big enough that he could keep his few possessions there and spend some time with his first love – the ocean. It was certainly not the Jolly Roger, which had been blooming with character and his own unique style, that had centuries of stories in its solid wooden planks, no, this boat was just a means of storage and a way to set sail when the seas beckoned to him, but Killian Jones called Emma his home now. She had joined him aboard a handful of times, but right now, she's not sure if she'd be welcome to even visit him.

Her eyes catch the little leather pouch that is sitting back on the table on his side of the bed and, eventually, curiosity gets the best of her and she's just got to see the ring again.

It doesn't scare her half as much as when he had tried to give it to her last night and she even finds herself slipping the delicate band onto her ring finger and smiling at the way it seems to just fit her. Every part of her pounding heart wants to marry Killian. "Yes," she says, almost practicing for when she will say it to him, "Of course."

But, just as simply, her doubts close in on the corners of her mind and she has to rip the ring from her finger before she has a panic attack.

It shouldn't be like this. She loves him completely, she doesn't doubt that, but there's just something niggling in the back of her mind, something reminiscent of countless years of betrayal and heartache.

Before she can let it get the better of her, she sits the leather pouch back down and climbs out of bed. It's about time she started readying herself for the day.

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Emma's practically running into the station by the time she arrives, already ten minutes late. "I'm sorry, dad. Had to drop Henry at school, then thought I'd swing by Granny's and the line was crazy," as if punctuating her sentence, she sets a coffee down on David's desk, "I thought I was on time, but…"

He cuts her off, "You don't have to lie, you know?" He's grinning when he stands up from his seat and picks up his coffee, "I know you didn't have Henry last night."

She sighs, visibly hunching over, "How much do you know?"

"Enough to know that you're not wearing a very specific piece of jewellery on your finger." He looks pointedly at her left hand, "You said no?"

She should have known, really. David and Killian had been getting on rather well of late, "He told you?"

"Not the result, but he did ask for my blessing a few days ago."

"And you gave it?" she'd have thought it would be harder to get approval out of her father.

"Of course. I've never seen you as happy as when you've been with him."

It's a kind of shocked silence that follows David's words, as though the idea that she gets a happy ending is so completely foreign to her. And in reality, it always had been that way. An unattainable myth of an imagined future. But now it doesn't have to be that way. Yet she's still wearing herself out by keeping her walls somewhat constructed.

"I said I needed to think about it," she says timidly, "It's a big step."

David nods, "That it is." But the way he says it is almost patronising, as though he already knows the outcome of Emma's stubbornness. In truth, he's faced it all before. Denial of true love only strengthens it in the end; he and Snow are perfect examples of that.

Choosing to change the subject to something slightly easier, she tilts her head in the direction of the holding cell, "What's going on here?"

The woman in the cell looks up at her mention, her eyes sad and remorseful. She's gotten herself some clothing from this realm – simple jeans and a flowy blue blouse – but Emma recognises her almost immediately as the second person she had managed to bring back with her from the past.

David takes a sip of his coffee, "Elsa's gotten herself into a bit of a mess again."

The young queen shakes her head profusely, flakes of snow falling from her in her movement and vanishing into thin air, "I didn't mean to harm anyone, I only thought I saw my sister and I…I couldn't stop it."

David continues for her, Elsa's voice cracking as tears spring into her eyes, "She couldn't control the outburst, ice shards through windows all the way up Main Street. It was an absolute mess this morning but, thankfully, we have magic here. Blue and Tink had it fixed up in no time."

From the holding cell, Elsa's voice rings out again, "I swear I'm trying to keep it under control. I just need my sister and I have no idea where she is."

Emma remembers all too well the feeling of being left alone in a harsh and unfamiliar world, forced to grow up way too fast just to support herself. And more than that, she remembers being in a cell just like this one and feeling like the world is caving in around her. It's nice to see that David actually left the barred door open and just has Elsa in there to calm herself down rather than to punish her.

At that, David claps Emma on the shoulder and walks past her, "I've gotta go check out a situation down at the docks, you'll be okay here, right?"

She knows that he's going to go and check on Killian and it actually makes her feel better that he won't be alone today, "Yeah, of course." She turns her attention to Elsa as her father leaves and smiles in, what she hopes is, an encouraging way, "We're going to find your sister, okay? It's kinda what this family does."

…

It turns out that the Snow Queen is quite pleasant when she's calm and not throwing blades of ice all over the place. She explains that her magic is unrefined and unique, that she's never met anybody else with her abilities and, because of that, she was punished and cursed to live a life of solitude at Rumpelstiltskin's wish. Her power was great and The Dark One wanted nothing threatening his own strength.

"I want to thank you," she says, before standing up and walking from her cell, "for listening to me and for trusting me to go free. Many wouldn't."

Emma smiles, seeing something of herself in this young girl. She's lost and alone in the world and just looking for that place or that person to call home, "Just be careful out there."

Elsa nods, no snow to be seen from her movement this time, and leaves the station.

The day passes by without much affair after that. David returns, assuring Emma that Killian isn't mad at her but just needing some time aboard his boat, and together they complete a pile of paperwork that had been neglected since the Wicked Witch had been in their lives.

When it's time to go home, Emma bids her father farewell outside the station and tells him she's going to make her way down to the docks to see her pirate.

"You'll still come for dinner, right?" he asks, pulling his jacket on. It may be summer, but a certain chill has entered the air this evening.

"Yeah, Henry should be at yours already; he said he was going there straight after school. I'll get Killian and we'll be up." She smiles and waves and pulls her jacket tighter around her body as the wind picks up.

The sound of David's footsteps fade into the distance as she makes her way down towards the docks. The sun is setting and the shadows of the boats in the bay are long, but she spots Killian without a problem, his steps carrying him towards her with a knowing smirk on his face. His talk with David must have really helped.

She smiles back, her pace picking up at the sight of him. But there's something else. She pauses, turning around to face the sound that is approaching her from behind. It's sharp and cool, and then all at once Elsa is running towards her with pale blue hands glowing with magic.

"Emma, I can't stop it!" She's hysterical and panicked, her whole body shaking, "I keep seeing her, I see Anna everywhere. But she's not here. She's never here." Her words are desperate and jumbled.

"Elsa, you need to calm down. Breathe." Emma takes tentative steps towards the Snow Queen, her hands held out in front of her in a small kind of defence.

"I can't," she yells over the sounds of the ice storm, swirls of snow caught up in strong winds that are all too much for her to handle and control.

Emma throws a glance over her shoulder to see Killian running towards the scene and takes comfort in that before stepping further into Elsa's blizzard, "You can. You can stop this. I will help you find Anna, we can do that together." She feels her own magic pooling in her limbs, an overwhelming need to protect the people around her from the wintery storm making her body nearly vibrate with light magic.

She can hear Killian's footsteps chasing towards her, can see Elsa losing control in front of her, the wind whipping around her ears in furious gusts…

And then it is silent.

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Thoughts?