Emma Swan could honestly say she never imagined herself in bed with Captain Hook. She sat atop of her love, riding him and enjoying every second of it. She pressed kisses along his sharp, handsome jawline, loving the way his dark stubble felt to her mouth. He was rubbing her back, touching her perfect breasts, letting Emma have full control. She had never had such an attentive lover, and he felt so good, fully inside of her. She was surprised he fit, he was large, he had better be for all the innuendo for his sword he had thrown around. He fit her perfectly, like he was made for her. Emotionally, he was what she needed as well. Someone who would never leave her. Killian always came back for Emma and he has never let her down.
Thank God Regina had Henry for tonight. Memories restored after the defeat of Zelena, Henry came to terms with everything that had happened, but he had to go through the painful process of mourning for Neal. He and Rumplestiltskin were able to bond over this. Both being unable to properly mourn Neal at the time of his death. Henry, however was now happily readjusting to life in Storybrooke.
"I never thought of how enjoyable activities on my own back would be, Swan," he smirked, rubbing her thighs. She leaned down and captured his mouth with her own, tongues wrestling with one another. She began to increase the pace at which she was rocking her hips, her head thrown back in ecstacy as they both came, him spilling inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, exhausted by the multiple rounds they went at.
"Well, I certainly feel your sword everytime," she smirked, curling up beside him, resting her head on his chizzled chest.
"It's a good thing the lad isn't here. Wouldn't do him very good to hear screaming like that," he smirked, stroking her back. Emma slapped his chest and looked up at him. "I love you," he whispered, gazing into her captivating green eyes.
"I love you too," she said. She drifted off into sleep, curled up at his side. Perfectly content with their life.
Two and a half months later
Emma had run to the door after she got the text from Ruby saying she was there. She opened the door and greeted her brunette friend. Had on the usual red short and a black tank top. She looked cautiously at Emma and handed her the paper bag.
"Any reason you couldn't get this yourself?" Ruby asked.
"Sneezy owns the pharmacy. Me purchasing one of these may quickly get back to my parents, and that at the moment is something I do not want. Thanks, Ruby, I owe you big time," she said.
"No problem. Good luck," Ruby said, departing the loft. Thankfully her parents had bought a home at the time of the birth of her brother, James. She was alone and could get this over with. Reaching into the bag she pulled out the little pink box.
Let's do this thing she thought to herself. Entering the bathroom.
The next two minutes were agony. Emma had missed her period for the past month and was late on this one. She knew she was being stupid, there were very few reasons women her age missed their period, but she didn't know how to react to the obvious assumption she had made.
Pacing back and fourth in her bathroom wasn't helping her. It made her even more anxious. She tugged at her black v-neck, looking at her swollen, tender breasts and the round shape her usually taught stomach was taking on. She pulled up the black leggings hiding the well, and looked down. Two blue lines stared reflected back at her. She was pregnant.