Disclaimer: I do not own or claim any rights to these characters or places. I am simply borrowing them to play with.

AN: This is my first fanfic so please be patient. As I am so new to this any/all reviews or messages would be happily received.
It is rated M for potential language and smut to come. Warning I write all my drafts by hand before typing them up so until I am in a routine my updates may be sporadic. I hope you enjoy :)

Love Is An Open Portal

Chapter One

A Year On

Emma

"Has it really been a year?" Killian asked, stabbing another blood red strawberry with his shining hook.

I sighed as it dipped into the bowl full of molten chocolate. Seeing how content even feeding me made him, I couldn't help but reflect on the year of pure bliss we had shared. The unusual peace of Storybrooke was a welcome change for the whole community, I especially.

"Yes, I believe it has, and you still feel the need to do everything with that goddamn hook!" I said, giggling like a schoolgirl as he brushed the cool metal against my sensitive neck.

"Now Swan I thought you enjoyed many of the things I do with my hook," he replied, holding my gaze just long enough to bring to life memories that caused a gentle pink blush to colour my cheeks. Looking down at my hands I heard him chuckle at my obvious discomfort. "After all this time I love that I can still bring that signature flush to life." He whispered, his warm breath brushing against my chilled forehead as he slowly leant forwards to plant a singular kiss, right between my furrowed eyebrows.

Despite knowing that he purposefully embarrassed me I couldn't help but avoid contact with his perfect crystal eyes. I released a small sigh as I has come to the conclusion that, as my awkwardness has always only fuelled his love, I may as well get used to him abusing it.

"Now, dear Killian, it is bad form to make a lady blush," I joked nudging him in his leather clad chest in mock disapproval.

"That is very true Swan, and if you miraculously turn into a lady I promise to apologise profusely." He replied throwing a strawberry straight at me, splattering sticky pink juice all over my face.

Laughing I licked my lips and retaliated, unfortunately missing my target, and so watched as the fruit exploded against the woodwork. Chuckling at my poor throwing skills, he caught me distracted and tackled me to the deck before stealing a quick kiss on my nose.

"For I am afraid if you were a lady I would not feel right doing this," he muttered just as I felt the sharp, distinct chill of metal against my chest.

I flushed and looked down to see his hook slide down the front of my new blouse, ripping away buttons and stitches alike. I struggled to catch my breath as a gentle parade of kisses trailed the clothing wreckage down my body. I felt myself slipping into the dense pools of his sapphire eyes when reality (in the form of a length of rope rubbing against my prickled arm) took hold once again. Pulling myself away was rather unsuccessful as he mirrored my every move; one person's mouth never further than an inch from the other.

"Excuse me Captain, but I do not believe that the deck of the Jolly Roger is the right place for this sort of fraternisation," I said, doing my best to keep a straight face. He simply laughed and pulled me, like a child, into his lap.

"That, love, is why Gepetto's newest masterpiece was christened the New Jolly Roger," with a wink he leaned closer, his breath warm against my hair. "On this ship, this is exactly what the deck was designed for. But first: presents!"

"Hook!" I exclaimed with a heavy sigh, "I thought we had agreed not to spend any money on each other?! I'm saving for Henry's birthday and…" Silenced by his moist lips against mine, I obediently shut up and allowed him to talk.

"I know Swan; I too am saving for your boy's birthday. That is why my present to you is just that…" he grinned as he pointed to the mast at the heart of the ship.

Confused I stood, and pulling my tattered blouse across my chest for warmth, tiptoed over to the seemingly bare pole of wood.

"I'm sorry, I…" my initial words of bewilderment were cut short as I finally caught sight of the cause of his glee; my present. A simple carving of a heart with the words 'Swan's forever' engraved in the centre. "Killian it's…" I turned away before the tell-tale tears in my eyes and the pink on my cheeks could portray my true feelings. Suddenly I felt his strong, familiar arms encase my shaking body.

"Oh Emma. I am truly sorry if this was too presumptuous of me. I simply wanted to show you that, no matter what, my heart belongs to you." He gently turned me to face him- softly kissing my head. "And to tell you that you will always find yourself welcome on any ship of mine: whether it is the New Jolly Roger or the Old."

Unsure of how to reply I circled his neck with my goose-bumped arms, pulling him closer.

"Killian. I love it- no. I love you." I felt my heart beat against the confines of my ribcage as I whispered those three words for the first time. Delicately I took his hand (and hook) pulling him, apparently in shock, back towards our date. "Close your eyes. It's time for your present." As I bent down to retrieve the petite box, I turned to see his azure eyes baring a whole in my ass. "Oi! No peeking pirate!"

He simply grinned in reply and obediently closed them.

"I apologise. The view was just too good to miss.

Laughing I elbowed him in the ribs in acknowledgement. Just as I was about to place the ornate box in his outstretched hand, there was a blinding fuchsia flash across the sky. Blinking under the harsh glare, my eyes soon adjusted to see that a fluorescent cyclone had appeared over out town square.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, dropping the present in the rush to find my other shoe. "Killian open your eyes for fuck's sake!"

"Calm down Swan; it's only a present," he said, slowly opening his eyes, confused by the sudden change in light.

"No, you idiot," I said, turning him around to face the cause of my distress, "that!" I watched as his mouth plummeted and his pupils dilated. Gripping his hand so tight it began to turn red I felt that familiar fear begin to sink in.

"Is it..." he started turning to allow me to bury my face in his comforting chest. I feel his caring lips touch my hair as I tilt my face to meet his eyes.

"Yes Hook. It's a portal."