A/N: A little later than I intended, but here it is!


It felt like Emma was trying to pull him into her, not that he was complaining. The pull of her kiss surprised him, but he took full advantage of what she was giving him. He tilted his head to get a better position in her mouth, and it felt like coming home. His memory of kissing Emma in Neverland did little justice for him. This was better than any memory or dream he had.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her pelvis into his, taking the moment one step further and making his desires known. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. Now that he knew she felt the same way about him, he wanted to make her feel just as good in the physical sense.
Emma ran her fingers along his arms, and he cursed the damn creator for his jacket. He wanted her now, and he was going to lose it if he did not have her. His fingers slid under the waistband of her pants, and he explored the soft and smooth skin he found above her bottom. Feeling her skin caused a sudden reaction, and his hips jutted forward into her on their own accord.

He felt Emma chuckle into the kiss before she released his lips. He hated feeling the loss of them and opened his eyes, searching for an answer in hers.

"Come on, we have to finish here," she said and smirked. "But when we do, well, that's when the fun begins." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked back toward the battle site. Hook stood there in awe for a moment before rushing after her. The sooner they finished here, the sooner he could have his fun.

It was dusk when he finally returned to his room at Granny's. He washed up in the magical waterfall called the shower, but his thoughts strayed to Emma. He had barely seen her after the kiss, and she disappeared before he had a chance to speak to her again.

Hook stood in the water for a long time. The droplets hit his skin and caressed it as they slid down into the tub. He wished that they were Emma's hands instead. He had been erect since she had kissed him in the clearing, and now that her feelings for him were uncovered, he knew that masturbation would not sate the sexual frustration that he was feeling. He needed her. Now.

He dried off and changed quickly with every intention of seeking her out to finish what they had started. However, what he found downstairs impeded that desire. There were many townspeople gathered in the diner, and they appeared to be celebrating.

"Ah! Here he is! The guest of honor – Hook!" David announced and lifted his beer mug toward Hook. "If it wasn't for this man, the Witch would still be terrorizing us and my daughter would be under a curse. To Hook!" he toasted.

"To Hook!" the crowd chimed and took a drink.

Hook felt a blush creep up his neck and heat his cheeks. He was uncomfortable with receiving praise, especially from so many people. The one person he did want was not there. He scanned the crowd again, but Emma's blonde hair was nowhere in sight. It took him forever to move through the mass. Everybody wanted to talk to him; everybody wanted to congratulate him. It was very overwhelming. When he finally confirmed that she had not arrived, he made up an excuse to escape. He took the steps up and entered his quarters, locking the door and leaning his back against in.

It was then that he noticed her standing in the middle of the room, staring at him in shock and with a guilty expression.

"Swan," he uttered. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you downstairs?" He had his own suspicions about her presence, but he wanted to hear it from her before hoping that they were true.

She smiled and glanced down at her feet. She was nervous. "I was going to come in, but it seemed like you were the man of the hour. I didn't want to take away the attention you were getting."

"Ah, but you would have been doing me a favor if you had." He stood up straight and gestured around the room. "As you can see, I needed a moment."

Emma's mouth dropped in a small "O," and she nodded. "Sure, I'll just go…" she trailed off and tried to leave.

Hook grabbed her arm and spun her around, pulling her into his chest. "I didn't say, 'I needed a moment alone.'" He leaned into her. Mere inches separated their lips, as he maintained the focus and completely absorbed eye contact. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" he asked and smirked, glancing at her lips longingly. He would have gone in for the kiss, but he needed her to say it.

She watched him, transfixed, as if her mind had taken a break from thinking. Hook noticed that it happened to her sometimes, particularly when he was in very close proximity to her. Her eyes strayed to his lips, and he had a guess of what she was thinking.

"Swan," he whispered, attracting her attention again.

She blinked and shook her head. "I- I came for you," she said shyly and looked down.

Now he felt guilty for pushing her. She was obviously shy about the situation, which was out of character for her. He was not used to this side of her after being constantly exposed to her confidence. He was unhinged at the thought of her being timid around him and wanted to do everything in his power to stop it.

"Emma," he began, caressing her arms and pulling her into his chest. He placed a kiss on her forehead and spoke into her hair. "I don't want you to be pressured. Whatever you want. Whenever you want."

He felt her arms come up and wrap around his waist. It was their first hug. It felt magnificent. He breathed her in, and everything in the world felt right. Just knowing how she felt about him made his heart soar, and he would wait another three hundred years if she needed it, even if every moment of it pained him.

Emma pulled away but kept her arms around his waist. "You've been patient with me. You've been wonderful and a great friend, but we both know that it isn't enough for either one of us." She gave him the same smirk that she had given him in Neverland before she pulled him in for a kiss.

"Are you sure, Love? I am a Pirate after all," he said, pulling back slightly and swallowing down the butterflies that suddenly appeared in his stomach.

"Aren't you the one who has been chasing me?" Emma asked, wrinkling her forehead.

"Well, yes, but I always assumed that my attempts would be futile," he confessed. As much as he wanted to believe that she felt the same, that shadow of uncertainty always kept him company.

"I thought you were sure," she said, taken aback.

Before he let any more doubt creep back into her mind, he replied, "I hoped." He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. "It seems as though it was with good reason."

Emma smiled at him and slid her hands around the back of his neck. "Let's do this."

"As you wish." He leaned into her and captured her lips in one swoop. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he used the opening to begin undressing as they were kissing. It proved to be harder than he thought.

He fumbled with the buttons of his vest. His hands shook with anticipation, and he could feel his palms sweating, making his fingertips slippery and unable to grasp the buttons. She must have felt the distraction in his kiss because she pulled away.

"Are you nervous?" Emma half-laughed as she asked.

"No!" he said, undignified.

"Here, let me help," she offered.

"I can do it," he pouted, offended.

Emma swatted his hand away and took up the task. "I know you can do it, but I want to do it," she told him. He had no problem with that explanation.

He felt the pressure she was applying on his torso all way down to his manhood. When the brush of her fingertips caught his skin, it felt like he was on fire. He licked his lips as his eyes focused on her biting her lip gently. He wished her teeth were biting his lips or any other part of his body instead.

When she finally finished, she ran her hands up his chest and pushed the vest and jacket off his shoulders. They fell to the floor with a "thud," and he kicked them out of the way. He was standing in front of her, half-naked, and now it was her turn. He spun her around and pulled her buttocks into his crotch. He used his hook to brush her hair out of the way as he began kissing her neck from over her shoulder as his hand made its way to her stomach. It snuck under her shirt and reached up to her chest. He felt some odd type of corset trapping her breasts, but he was quick to discover that it was hardly an impediment.

His hand moved beneath the corset and began fondling her nipples. He rolled one between his fingers and gently pumped one of her breasts. She gasped and fell back into him, her arse creating a painful friction on his erection. Emma groaned and brought her arms up over her head and back, caressing his head and bringing it closer to her. She turned her head, and he found her lips again.

He let his hand trail down and play with her naval until she whined for his full attention. Hook put a little bit of space between them so he could pull off her red, leather jacket. She did not wait for him to take off her shirt though. She did it herself in one fluid motion. She turned to the front, and he was presented with an excellent view of her breasts encased in the small corset. He had to admit, the sight got him harder than he was, an impossible feat he had been sure. Now, it seemed as though every inch of newly exposed skin only added fuel to his desire.

Emma stretched her arms behind her and unclasped the corset. The straps slid down her arms, and the cups separated from her body, falling to the floor. She shoved them aside with his jacket.

"Bloody hell" were the only words out of his mouth before she pulled him into her and resumed that desperate kiss. He felt her pebbled nipples press into his bare chest. She rubbed them back and forth against him wildly, using his chest hair to gain the friction she needed. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once and was beginning to feel frustrated that he could not. He mourned the loss of his left hand for not being able to feel the skin of her back on those missing fingertips. Emma paid no attention luckily.

His thoughts strayed back to the task at hand as he felt her nimble fingers undo the straps of his breeches. She made quick work of them, managing to untie them enough to sneak her hands into the back of them to grab his buttocks.

Hook chuckled into the kiss, but that chuckle turned into a moan as she brought her hands to the front and began touching his penis. He broke the kiss, suddenly needing extra air, and nuzzled his face into her neck. His breathing became labored as her hands were doing wonders to him, stroking, pumping, and fisting. She was driving him crazy. He reached his limit shortly after and pulled her hands out. She watched him remove his boots and breeches, and he stood before her naked and wanting.

Emma licked her lips, giving him one of her looks, and unbuttoned her own breeches. She slid them down her legs and toed off her boots. A small triangle of black fabric covered her pelvis. He would be lying if he said that he did not find it attractive. He was really beginning to appreciate the benefits of modern undergarments, but at the moment, it needed to come off.

He used his hook to catch the fabric and slowly peeled it down and off her body. It was only then that he allowed himself to look at that piece of heaven that he was about to find between her legs. The hair there was blonde like the golden locks on her head, and it was trimmed neatly.

His body reacted to the sight, bringing his hand forward to cup her. He fingered the folds there, finding them slick with her wetness. Emma grasped the balls of his shoulders as she spread her legs apart and allowed him to explore the entrance to her vagina with his fingertips, using his thumb to stroke her clitoris. It was such a tight fit and even tighter still when he felt her muscles clamp around his intruding finger.

Emma brought her lips up to his neck and began kissing her way along his jawline and to his lips. She backpedaled, moving them to the bed. He slid his finger out of her and brought his arms around her, caressing her back. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she pulled him down with her. As his body settled on top of hers, the weight of his body pressed his penis right into her there, and he could not wait any longer.

Hook lifted up onto his forearms and knees, creating distance between them. Emma opened her mouth to protest when he aligned at her entrance and penetrated her. Her stomach clenched as she held back the noise threatening to escape her throat, and she let out a heavy sigh. It was almost too much for him. The feeling of being inside of her was better than any fantasy he had. She had a vise around him, and it was not just around his penis. She had completely taken over every part of him, and this was merely a physical manifestation of Emma being everything in his life.

He wanted to stay still and fully appreciate the feeling of just being in her, but his body was having none of that. His hips began to move against her, only heightening that tension building up in both of them, but he wanted her to be just as satisfied as he was sure to be. He shifted the weight of his upper body to his left arm to free his right. His hand sought out her breast, finding it and playing with her nipple, as his lips caught hers again.

Emma's hands stroked over his back and lowered until they were cupping his buttocks again. She used the position to give her the added leverage of pushing her hips up into his. It was that little extra that caused the pleasure to transition to the beginning of the buildup.

He separated from her lips and faceplanted into the bed next to her head.

"I- I'm almost…" she babbled from her newly released lips.

Hook picked up the pace, his hips pumping into her faster and harder, until he could hear her breath catching with every intake. He felt the walls of her vagina clamp and release around his penis, and he only had to hold out a few more moments. It was proving to be impossible as he pictured how hard Emma was slamming up into him.

That's when he finally felt her whole body tighten and jerk underneath him, and she came. Hook pumped into her a few more times, but the tension in his balls only held out for a few seconds until his own orgasm peak for what seemed like ages, and finally, it washed over him.
His body felt boneless, like that blue Jell-low he had in the infirmary. He did not want to squash Emma with his body weight, though, so he tried to roll off of her. She groaned and pulled him into her tighter. He smiled into the side of her head and kissed her temple, silently thanking her.

As terrific as the sex was, he was still reeling that she loved him and believed him to be her True Love. It was a strange feeling, getting everything you wanted. It did not feel real, as if he would wake from this perfect hallucination at anytime. But the person beneath him was very real, as was their bodies pressed against each other, her smooth skin with his rough. She was a Princess, the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, and he was Pirate. The Princess and the Pirate.

For some reason, he thought that it was funny, and he let out a bark of laughter. Emma turned her head and looked questioningly at him, bemused but clearly sated.

He burrowed his nose in her hair and smiled. The Princess and the Pirate – it sounded like the perfect fairytale.