Author's Note: So, this started with a one shot lemon, and instead I got the story of the ship in the background! I will (probably) post the original under a separate heading. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT!
Ice & Shadow
Chapter One
Who would've thought the pirate was an appropriate babysitter? Emma Swan thought as she leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold before her. It was not the first time Emma had been stunned to walk in and see her son and Killian Jones bent over the table, heads together as they considered their latest addition to their plans. Seeing them like that, talking in soft, serious, tones, made something in her chest twist, a sensation so strong it was almost overpowering.
Henry was beaming up at Jones, gesturing at what looked like a set of detailed plans. The boy had found a confidant in the reformed pirate; indeed, since the birth of baby Neal and the return of Marian throwing life into a flap, Killian Jones had turned in to the preferred babysitter in their little circle. Her eyes lingered on the pirate. Dashing rapscallion, she could almost hear him correcting in a whisper. Emma had to agree. He had pointblank refused to give up his clothing from the Enchanted Forest, reasoning that, as everyone in Storybrooke had their memories back, there was little point in him being anything but comfortable. She wasn't exactly complaining; Emma had no objection to his collection of vests, and she was a definite fan of the way his leather pants hugged his assets.
It should have been odd, seeing him sitting in the middle of their warehouse apartment. And yet he seemed to fit, here amongst the exposed cinder block and high ceilings.
"Well done lad," Jones was saying. "Once we've made up the rigging, we'll be able to build her up, right as rain!"
"Can't we do this using the mast trick? It would save a lot of time," Henry asked, eyeing the drawings on the table.
"Aye, we could, but then she wouldn't be complete. Whole. She'd be a false ship, she would," Jones replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought.
Emma shifted against the frame, trying to get some feeling back in her now numb shoulder. That small movement was enough to alert them both to her presence, their heads snapping around instantly, the pirate shifting ever so slightly in front of the boy. Caution and short nerves were a legacy no citizen of Storybrooke could forsake.
"Ah. Your Lady Mother has returned," Killian murmured, his posture relaxing as he stood to meet her gaze. His eyes feasted on her, drinking in every detail of her form and person. His mouth was all humor, the eyes all lust. Emma sent the pirate a quelling glare, only causing him to smirk as he stalked around the furniture to reach her, pausing just a hairsbreadth from ear before whispering, "Welcome home, Swan."
On the couch, Henry rolled his eyes. While a fan of the pirate, he was well aware that Killian Jones considered it his duty to fluster his mother on a daily basis. Henry didn't mind seeing his mother out of sorts; not everyone was able to throw Emma Swan for a loop. It was the displays of affection that Jones deemed essential to his tactics that Henry didn't want to witness.
"Mom, I'm going to the library," he said, nearly leaping from his chair in his haste to quickly vacate the premises. Pointing at the bottle and sketches, he asked the pirate, "Can I take these?"
Killian smiled indulgently. "Aye." He made no mention of being cautious; he knew the boy would treat their project gently. True enough, Henry handled them with a feather-light touch, easing them into his backpack before holding the bag in both arms.
"What are you going to the library for?" Emma asked, trying to focus. Killian was running the metal of his hook along the nape of her neck, a sharp, cold sensation as he toyed with a lock of hair.
"Research," Henry replied as he tied his shoes. Emma nodded, feeling the hook lightly trace its way down her spine.
"Make sure you're home by six," she forced herself to say, eyes staring intently at her son's left ear. "We're having dinner at David and Mary Margaret's." Henry nodded as he checked the bag one last time before zipping it shut.
At last he was ready. Pausing with his palm on the doorknob, he added, in the tone of a long-suffering preteen, "And Mom, please don't do anything to embarrass me in town." With that, he went, leaving Emma stunned and Killian chuckling darkly against her ear.
The door had barely closed before Jones had spun her about and lifted her hand to his mouth, turning it over to lay a kiss on her wrist.
"Well Swan, you heard the boy," he whispered into her skin, cutting his eyes at her. Emma felt a shiver trickle down her spine, and found herself being slowly backed towards the kitchen counter.
"He just said not to embarrass-" She began hotly, only to have Killian cut her short, pinning her to the wall.
"-in town, love," the pirate breathed, nuzzling the curve of her neck. "What I have in mind is most definitely not a public outing," he murmured, his hook sliding into the valley between her breasts to pull her shirt down, sighing appreciatively at the sight of her simple black bra before bending down to taste the skin just below her collarbone. Emma held her breath as he worked his way lower and lower, until the tip of his hook rested just below the fabric of her bra. Looking up at her, he grinned wickedly. "Savvy?"
Killian watched as her green eyes spat sparks, and then darkened. A moment later her hands were in his hair, kissing him with an intensity that set him alight. He angled his mouth to slash across her jaw, groaning as she bit his lower lip. He shoved her against the wall and lifted her against him, a raspy chuckle escaping as she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved his hook arm to support her weight, his other hand toying with the fastenings of their clothing.
"What's so funny, Jones," she growled, pulling his head away to get a better look at him. Even looking deliciously tumbled, Emma Swan managed to look down at him coolly. Her hair was in complete disarray, and her lips were swollen, but her eyes held him, searching. Looking for a lie.
Gods all help me, but I love a tough woman, Killian thought to himself, thanking his lucky star for the umpteenth time that day. He suppressed a moan when she squeezed him between her legs, prompting a response.
"I was just thinking about our current alignment, and my predilection for new challenges," he ground out, rolling his hips suggestively.
Emma looked at his dancing blue eyes, and bit back her smile. "I am not some challenge for you to win, pirate," she whispered into his ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and biting softly.
Killian thrust against her sharply and she jerked, her head almost snapping back into the wall before his hand caught it, digging into her blonde waves.
"You, Swan, are challenge personified," he hissed into her mouth. He swallowed her gasp as his clever fingers undid the final barrier between them, and they were lost, sinking to the kitchen floor in a tangle of limbs.
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