A/N While this story begins with the Season 6 status of Hook & Emma's relationship, I'm disregarding OUAT's entire prior use of Neverland and Peter Pan. This is a completely different take on Hook in Neverland with the original Peter Pan story. I want to explore that world for myself, and I hope maybe you will enjoy reading and exploring it with me! (I also wanted an excuse to write a lot of CS fluff, so be aware that it's prevalent.) This is my very first fic for Captain Swan, and my second multi-chapter story, so I'm still learning! Feedback, reviews, and suggestions are extremely welcome!

I'm aiming to update at least once a week if not more often!

Ch. 1

He wasn't looking at her, so he didn't notice that her gaze was fixated on him. Emma stood still beside the bed, taking in the sight of Killian setting his trunk down on the closet floor. She was supposed to be clearing out a couple of drawers for him, but she was willing to allow that Killian made for a delectable distraction.

It wasn't just the view as he leaned down, which was admittedly was great, but also the sight of him with her wardrobe hanging up around him. Contrary to her earlier offer, it wasn't full of red leather, but it was full of her things, and he belonged there with her. She may have been living in the space already, but it wasn't until a few minutes ago when it began to feel like a home. Seeing Killian walk through the door with his things in tow, knowing that anytime he left it was only a temporary absence, sparked a settled feeling in the pit of Emma's stomach. While it was a new feeling, it was a warm one. She rather thought she liked it.

"See anything you like, love?" Killian had turned around and caught her eye. He raised a brow, offering her a knowing look. It was a look of confidence that she had not seen enough recently. Every moment together lately, nearly always in fact, had been fraught with stress and danger, and she didn't realized she was missing his cocky attitude until he turned it on her in full force.

"I do." She answered smartly. She walked towards the closet, and he leaned against the doorframe as she drew near. Emma stopped directly in front of him and slowly reached her arms up around his neck. Her eyes didn't meet his, and instead were locked onto the temptation presented by his mouth. Just as his lips parted and his head started to lower to hers, she snatched a small box off of the shelf behind him. "Got it!" She exclaimed, abruptly backing away. She aimed a teasing smile at him as she turned to saunter back to the dresser. Not a lot of ground was covered before his strong arm encased in soft black fabric and topped off with the steel of his hook reached around her waist and tugged her back against his solid form. His other came to rest low on her denim-clad hip, dragging her fully against him.

"Don't think I'm going to take that." His voice lowered and he whispered in her ear, "I'm not a pirate known to back down from a challenge." The timbre of his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and the fact that they were already home made the excitement she felt solidify and expand into something more. Her fingers grew lax, and the box softly dropped to the carpeted floor. She moved her hand to cover his around her waist, feeling his strength beneath the fabric. His lips touched the side of her neck, right over her pulse, and heat rushed through her. To reward him, her other hand reached back and threaded through Killian's hair, as if she could bring him even closer.

She arched her neck, giving him plenty of access.

"Henry?" She heard him mutter against the skin of her neck.

"At my parents until tomorrow." Her breath hitched as he hit a particularly sensitive area above her collarbone. "I'm pretty sure he was just trying to get out of helping you move."

"I'll just be grateful," was Killian's reply.

Killian's eyes flew open in the dark. He paused, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. Rather than the sensation of rocking on the water, his senses were filled with Emma. His arm was wrapped around her bare middle, and her hair overflowed her side of the bed onto his pillow. Refusing to wake her (when did she ever sleep enough?), he slowly turned his head to examine the rest of the room. Something had kicked on his pirate's instinct and dragged him out of sleep, but in the darkness the room appeared undisturbed.

Adrenaline still pumped through him, and his gut told him that something was off. Returning to sleep wasn't an option. Just as he began to contemplate his next move, Emma shifted in his arms. The feel of her silken skin beneath his fingers was almost enough of a distraction from his feeling of uneasiness.

"Killian?" she murmured sleepily, not opening her eyes. .

"Hush love," he replied, "It's nothing." At that moment, a cloud shifted and the moonlight entered through the window. A shaft of light glinted off something on the far side of the room, drawing his eye.

With slow, deliberate movements, he released Emma and leaned across her to reach down beside the bed. Emma felt the tension in him, and she stilled, then abruptly moved to sit up as she heard the sound of his steel blade begin removed from it's scabbard. With his arm already across her, Killian had a thought to press her back down. His protective instincts were on high alert, but he gained sense enough to know that Emma would have none of that. He was glad that he'd already made a nighttime place beside their bed for his weapon- he was feeling a tad vulnerable without his hook in place.

He knew the moment she saw what had caught his attention. Opposite the window, a piece of parchment was held to the wall by a wicked looking dagger. Emma made a sharp move with her hand and the room suddenly lit up like the noonday sun was overhead.

Killian smoothly stood up from the bed, obviously they'd decided against stealth, and grasped his sword. He turned slowly, absorbing every detail of the room. Moving with caution, he checked on the closet and adjoining bathroom. Both rooms were empty. He lowered his sword, and took a moment to be even more grateful that Henry was spending the night at the Charming residence before turning back to face Emma.

"What does is say?" She asked matter-of-factly as she held aloft the sheath for his sword. She had knelt up on the bed with the sheet draped around her. He was not sure he'd ever seen anything more tempting in all his days, and he'd had many. Jerking himself back into focus, he stepped closer and sheathed the blade. As she lowered it back to the floor, he also took a moment to shrug back into his pants. As far as he was concerned, one of them needed to be clothed if they had any chance of not falling straight back into bed.

It would still only take a word from her to make him forget about their obvious intruder, but he was determined to give it his best shot to stay on task, so he made his way back to the crudely delivered missive. He held the paper against the wall with his arm, and grasped the hilt of the dagger. He swiftly the blade from the wall. Killian was moving to put the blade between his lips so that he could grasp the paper when Emma's disbelieving voice came from just behind his shoulder.

"Seriously?" He looked and saw her behind him, and thankfully she'd thrown on a t-shirt. "You have no idea where that has been." She reached out her hand to take the weapon from him. "If you think I'm kissing you after a knife, dagger, or whatever from lord-knows-where has been in your mouth, then you have another thing coming."

"Well, we can't risk that." Killian sent her knowing look, while he turned the blade to place the hilt in her palm. He then turned his attention to the words on the parchment.

Hook,

Peter is mising. Neverland is slowly fallin into Winter without him hear, and we will not last much longer. We don no if you kilt him or not, but we hope you can live your perfect new life noing that we're doomed hear on this iland.

Forever,

The Lost Boys

Killian took a breath as he processed the contents of the note. Peter Pan had been the bane of his existence for an age. They'd been mortal enemies, and the old Hook would have had no response but laughter at the boy's demise. As it was, Killian could do nothing but picture the remaining Lost Boys, cold and alone, praying for Peter's return.

He could feel Emma reading beside him, and the guilt and weight of his past seemed to physically settle over him. As though she didn't have enough to bear, now he was going to throw the burdens of his past into her life as well.

As the concern set in, he felt Emma's arm snake around his waist. She flattened her open palm against the bare skin on his abdomen and stepped closer until he could feel her pressed against him. Her head turned and rested between his shoulders.

"I've always wanted to see Neverland."