Emma still couldn't believe that it had been six months since her and Killians first date. It may not seem like a long time to most but Emma hadn't had a relationship last more than a few weeks at best. Everyone in her life usually used her and left before anything got too serious. But Hook wasn't like that. She knew that he would never leave her side if that's what she wished. He was the most loyal and caring man she had ever been with and he treated her like a princess. So Emma decided that for once she was going to be the one to surprise him for a change. She put on his favorite dress a picked up takeout from the Italian restaurant they went to on their first date. She bought a few candles and drove to his ship down at the docks to surprise him with a romantic dinner for two! Emma called her dad this morning and asked him to keep him busy for a few hours, giving her just enough time to set up before he got home.
Emma climbed aboard the jolly carefully trying not to get her kitten heels stuck between the floorboards. She magically opened the cabin hatch and made her way carefully down with her big bag full of food and surprises for the evening. She set up his desk into a romantic candlelit table fitted with a white linen tablecloth and champagne.
Emma peered into the mirror above his bookshelf, smoothing a stray hair back and adjusting her bright red strapless dress, Killian's favorite! Her hair was pulled back into a loose low bun with little curls that framed her face perfectly. And the whole look was complete with a pair of three-inch nude heels that Killian would do anything for. In his words, "You already have the best legs in all the realms so when you wear those too it makes it even harder for me to control myself." Emma giggled as she could hear him say it.
But she couldn't help but think she forgot something...Shit! How could she forget, matches! She knew it sounded dumb. Emma had magic so why couldn't she just light the candle herself? Well, she hasn't quite mastered the art of lighting a candle yet. A fire she can light no problem but something a little more controlled isn't as easy as it seems. The last time she tried it she almost burnt down the apartment so she sticks with a lighter for now. She knew Kilian had to have some matches somewhere around here. She his bookshelf first but no luck. She then searched in his desk drawers thinking that would be the next logical place to look. And sure enough, they were right there. Emma picked up the small box and started to close the drawer when she saw a stack of books piled on the desk. Why would he keep them in a drawer when he has a bookshelf right over there? She picked one of the novels up. It had a black leather casing with red engravings. It read, "The Romance of Lust, Vol l." Emma wasn't gonna lie she was definitely intrigued! She flipped the first book open and read a passage.
"Her close and tight-fitting white stockings displayed her well-formed legs, for while confined to the house during our morning lessons she did not wear drawers; so that in the position she sat in, with her knees higher than her feet on the already high fender, and her legs somewhat apart to hold her work in her lap more easily, the whole glorious underswell of both thighs, and the lower part of her fine large bottom, with the pinky slit quite visible, nestled in a rich profusion of dark curls, were fully exposed to my view. The light from the fire glancing under her raised petticoats tinged the whole with a glow, and set me equally in a blaze of desire until I was almost ready to faint. I could have rushed headlong under her petticoats, and kissed and fondled that delicious opening and all its surroundings. Oh, how little she thought of the passion she was raising." Oh my god, Emma thought to herself. This erotica, porn, or whatever you want to call it! She laughed out loud! Her tough pirate captain had a series of novels that would put 50 Shades of Grey to shame! She would never let him forget this one! Emma picked up the next book to see if it was just as dirty as the first!
This one was called, "The Nunnery Tales," Oh this oughta be good she thought to herself. She read another passage, "Before this device the beautiful young Emilie stripped, my eyes devouring her nudity. She was most curvaceous, her hips wide. Her breasts were full and pendulous and capped with rosy buds that swelled under my intense stare. Her milky thighs swept up to the mossy juncture that was of the greatest interest to me. The hair on her mount was thick and bushy; below this mass, there peeped a most delicious pink slit that invited penetration. I felt a stirring beneath my dress and longed to ram my expanding cock into that moist love nest. On this black altar then, which set off the dazzling whiteness of her skin most charmingly, Emilie knelt down, a victim for sacrifice, and after depositing the switch between her spread legs proceeded to her devotions. I was not altogether without experience in women's charms; for instance, I was more than intimate with a pretty seamstress, who lived on the top floor of a house in the Rue Joubet. She very sweet and loving, and liked nothing better than to be fucked. I'd also enjoyed my mother's young housemaid. While making her ladyship's bed one day, she was astonished, but not disagreeably I fancy, to find her petticoats abruptly thrown up from behind, and a hot, stiff cock thrust violently up her cunt and between her buttocks."
Emma's cheeks turned red and her eyes widened as a chuckle escaped her lips. A tinge of jealousy fueled with arousal swarmed her mind as she thumbed through the rest of the collection. After six or seven erotic novels she picked up a navy blue leather book with silver engravings that read, "Captain's Log" across the front center. Emma smiled thinking about her captain's days on the high seas. She opened the first page and found a handwritten inscribing on the inside cover.
For my favorite little brother who will no doubt be a captain of his own ship one day. Even though you're a bloody wanker sometimes I don't know what I'd without you.
Love you always, Liam
It made Emma smile, laugh and cry all at the same time. She wished that she'd been able to meet Liam. He really was the one person in his past that he truly loved and looked up to. Emma carefully flipped through his most prized possession, enjoying reading the little journalizing of weather patterns and course directions, but she noticed that this was just the front half. She turned to the back and saw more of a diary format. Her eyes began to mist when she read the next passage.
Entry 1
I woke up today feeling different. Something I haven't felt in a long time. All this anger and resentment seems to have floated away and I'm not quite sure why...I've had the same emotions for the last century, every morning when I wake I feel angry yet determined. Today, even if it was just for a moment I felt, well fine. Like I could breathe for the first time in my life. Only one thing has been on my mind since Milah died and that was to kill Rumplestiltskin. But I woke feeling like maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't. If I just lived instead of fight everything would eventually be okay. I just don't know why today is different than any other day? The only difference is this Swan girl, Emma. All she's done is hold a knife to my throat, leave me for dead and insult the hell out of me but I dreamt of her last night. For decades all I've dreamt of was killing the bloody Dark One but this morning I woke up hard as a rock and the feeling of her lips on mine. I can't get her out of my mind. All I can think about is if and when I'll ever see her again.
Emma couldn't believe that she made that much of an impression from the first time she met him! She thought that for him it was all about sexual tension and innuendos but he actually felt something from day one. For some reason that meant more to her than anything. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help from reading the next entry.
Entry 2
I can't stand to see her hurting like this. For the first time in centuries, I have the Dark One on my deck and all I can think about is what I'm gonna do to those sons of bitches who took Emma's son and caused her this pain.
Entry 3
I almost lost her. My heart hadn't hurt like that since I watched Milah die in front of me. When the prince pulled her out of that cold, dark, mermaid invested water my heart stopped. I told her to take my cabin tonight, that she'll be more comfortable there. Now all I can think about is her lying in my sheets and hoping that I could be there to comfort her too.
Entry 4
Ever since that kiss that Emma and I shared, every second of my days have been consumed by that same fiery lust that radiated from her. Every time I see her I feel my leather trousers get a little tighter. I feel horrible because the only thing I should be thinking about is Henry and how to get him back. But every time she walks by me the smell of vanilla and coconut lingers in the air. And when the sun hits her hair ever so perfectly it brings out the golden goddess that she truly is.
Entry 5
Seeing her and Bae together is like a knife through my heart. She kissed me but that's when she thought he was dead. Why would she want a one-handed broken pirate when she could have the father of her child? The kiss we shared was most likely a moment of weakness on her part. How else would she kiss me? I don't deserve her... I just wish I would have savored our kiss more. Memorized the taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin on mine and the curve of her breast against me. But I've decided to back down. Even though I want her more than life itself, I can't ruin another family. Pan was right. She'll never want me like she wants him.
Emma was nearly balling at this point. Hearing how he truly felt during each of these moments in their relationship was heartbreaking. She wished more than anything that she could go back in time and talk some sense into herself and reassure him to not give up hope.
Entry 6
I thought to say my goodbyes to Emma and her son was utterly terrible, but what hurts more is finally being able to see her for the first time in a year and her not even knowing my name. That was like getting my heart ripped out of my chest all over again.
Entry 7
I hate lying to her like this. The thing I want to do most in the world I can't do or it will ruin her life and most likely end in everyone's death. The worst part is I think she's finally starting to see me as more than a pirate. And now I can't do anything about it! I just want to kiss her... When I break this curse the first thing I'll do is do just that followed by killing that bloody witch!
Entry 8
If I had to be stuck in an alternate universe with any person in all the realms I'm glad it was Emma. Seeing her in that red dress I knew that I had fallen in love with her. And watching her snog my former self-ignited lust and anger all at the same time. I just wish she'd kiss the real me, the me that would actually remember.
Entry 9
Finally after a year of dreaming about the pleasure of making love to her it happened. And the best part was when I woke up she was still there. And even better not only was she still there but I woke up with her lips wrapped around my cock. There will never be a better feeling than her wrapped around me. If I could only taste one thing for the rest of my life id want it to be her.
Entry 10
I almost lost her again tonight. I thought her lost at sea in Neverland was the scariest moment of my life but that was before I got to listen to her slowly freeze to death trapped in a wall of ice while her father and I got to watch, completely helpless. All I could do was hold her close to me hoping I wouldn't lose her. Emma's fine now but I've never been more scared in my life. I learned though to never take the woman I love for granted. I will cherish every moment I have with her for however long they will be.
Entry 11
I can't believe she was the one to ask me on a date! At least I think that's what they call it? Either way, she is allowing me to formally court her. I just wish I could be a whole man again. A man with two hands instead of a hook. She says she doesn't mind it but I can't see how any woman would… Regardless I know just the place to take her! Belle even helped me find some more suitable clothing. She said that I should blend in a little more now that I'm here in Storybrooke to stay. I just wish I still had the Jolly. I would love to take her sailing and watch the stars from the deck. Perhaps another time but right now I can't wait to show Emma the real Killian, not Hook, but Killian Jones.
She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Emma couldn't believe the pain and misery that she put him through. She just assumed that most of the flirting in the beginning was fueled by lust but he truly loved her from the start.
Wait, Emma thought to herself. "He said that he loved me," she whispers out loud. A grin appeared upon her face as her eyes lit up. Emma couldn't believe that he actually used that word. Not only did he use it but he felt this way even before their first date! That word wasn't really in Emma's vocabulary. Because every time she said it they would leave her. But this time was different. She never felt the need to suppress it. Maybe she never said it out loud but she knows how she feels! She knew with 100% certainty that she was in love with Killian Jones.
"There you are, love! Your father said I could find you-" Killian was stopped in his tracks. In front of him was the woman he loved holding a book that he had bared his soul completely.