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Second chapter coming up, I hope you guys enjoyed the last one as I'm writing this before even putting the first one up!

Kiss From a Rose

3rd Person

The morning after his night with Emma is one he won't forget. They woke up together wrapped up in blankets and sheets, far too hot after their activities the night before however not willing to leave the bed.

Killian had realized he had been away all night and knew his family would worry, in fact he was quite sure they'd send out a guard to try and find him and scour the kingdom to ensure his safety.

Don't get him wrong; he likes the knowledge that he'll always be found if he happens to get lost for more than twenty-four hours. However, when he wants to spend the morning in bed with the woman he's quickly (far too quickly) falling in love with, he doesn't appreciate it.

Emma glances up at him when he sighs, frowning at the torn look on his face. "Killian?" She whispers.

Killian looks down at her, taking in how beautiful she looks in the morning, even with her hair a mess of fly away and stray hairs sticking up, her cheek having a little pattern on it from where she's slept with her head on his chest, a little pink but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Morning." He whispers back, leaning down and pressing a careful, loving, kiss to her nose. "How did you sleep, my love?"

She smiles softly, her fingers coming up and playing with the chain around his neck, seeming fascinated. "Better then I have in my entire life." Emma presses a kiss to his chest.

"I'm glad, love, I would hate for you to be in any discomfort." He whispers sweetly, more sweet than he ever has in his entire life and he's rather concerned with how fast he's seeming to change to make her happy, not that he minds.

He'd move mountains to keep her smile on her face.

"Mh, and how did you sleep?" She asks, littering kisses to his chest, slowly moving until she's half on top of him, cuddling up closer.

"Probably as perfectly as you did." He assures her, stroking her back, and nuzzles his nose into her hairline. "However, I do have to go."

Her head immediately snaps up, looking at him as if he's just ripped out her heart, broke it in half and stomped all over it. "What? Why?" She asks, worry and panic evident in her voice, like she believes she's done something wrong.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." He whispers, pulling her closer gently. "I don't want to, but my family will be worried, that's all." She seems to breathe out a sigh of relief, and he knows he should probably tell her the truth, that he's a royal and his family were the kingdoms rulers, but he can't find it in himself to break this moment with her.

"Will you come back?" She asks softly like she doesn't expect him to.

"This afternoon." He assures. "I'll meet you back here, don't you leave." He whispers, before glancing at their clothes on the floor. "Or maybe do, get yourself some food, I'll leave some money here-"

"You don't have to-"

He silences her with a kiss, making her hum softly at the feeling. "I want to." He whispers after, nudging her nose with his, smiling. "What's wrong with me treating you after last night?"

She giggles softly, kissing him gently once more. "Mh, okay, you may buy me breakfast, or rather, you may leave money for it, should I get you something?"

"No, that's okay, my parents will probably have the cooks making me something by the time I have one foot in the door." He kisses her again gently, pulling the sheet over her so she won't get cold.

Emma quirks an eyebrow at him, seeming confused for a moment. "Cooks? Exactly how rich is your family?"

Killian chuckles, his thumb stroking her rosy cheek. "Rich enough that I can spoil you after what you gave me last night."

"What I gave you last night?" She whispers, seeming confused, like she can't think of what she gave him. "What did I give you?" She thinks for a moment before giggling. "Oh, my first time you mean, you don't have to treat me for that, you treated me enough last night." She presses a kiss to his lips again gently, and he knows that when he comes back it'll be hard to keep his hands off of her.

"Not nearly as much as you deserve, Emma Swan." He pulls away gently, making her whine at the loss of him, kneeling on the bed as he begins to get dressed.

"Don't go." She pouts softly, taking his hand gently and pulling him to her. "Stay with me, maybe we can do some more of that treating from last night?" Emma blushes like she didn't know what came over her.

"As much as I want to." He nuzzles her nose, lacing up his trousers quickly. "I can't, I really want to, trust me I do." He kisses her again, going to pull away but she just drags him in for another kiss, and then another.

"Please." She pouts, kissing him again.

"I could never deny you." He whispers, kissing her back, pushing her to lie back on the bed.

"Really?" She giggles; tugging at the laces of the trousers he only just did up, sounding surprised and delighted.

"Mh, sod my parents. My Swan needs me."

By the time he gets home he only plans to grab some breakfast and alert them he's alive before leaving again, but just as he's getting changed to meet Emma, wanting to be clean and freshly dressed, there's a knock on the door.

He sighs, opening it expecting to see his father or mother lecturing him on being out all night, but is pleasantly surprised to see his elder brother instead. "Liam?"

"Killian, I'm glad you're home." He smirks, walking in, all excited like he wants something. "So, who is she?" He asks as Killian closes the door, leaning on the wall. "The woman you spent all of last night with and most of this morning?"

"There's no woman." He denies softly, buttoning up his shirt in the mirror, ignoring his brother.

"Then why, when you came in this morning, did you have your trousers laced up wrong and were quite happy, happier then any man should be in the morning, so…whose the girl?"

Killian bites his lip, glancing at Liam. "I do love it when you and Elsa visit, prying into my personal life, truly, it's irritating-"

"But what kind of sibling would I be if I didn't? A crap one."

"I gathered that you believe that's true." Killian sighs, sitting on the end of his bed. "Alright, fine, there is a woman, a very…interesting and wonderful woman…I spent the night with her."

"How scandalous." Liam fakes shock. "I guessed that, but tell me about her, you're besotted with her, come on."

"Okay, she's called Emma." Killian tries to think of what to say, wanting to list everything about her and tell his older brother his feelings for his Swan but he fears he' moving too fast, that he'll sound stupid. "She's gorgeous, she's got this long blonde hair, it goes right down her back, frames her face to make her look like a queen, or an angel, like a halo."

Liam clicks his tongue, waving his hand for Killian to continue.

"She's got these beautiful green eyes that sparkle in the light or when she's happy, they're so amazing when she's happy. She's so amazing when she's happy. Emma smiles with her whole face, and that's how you know when she's really happy, her nose scrunches up and her mouth smiles so wide and she has the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. She was so interested in everything I was saying too, she seemed to actually listen, like she actually cared, she laughed and smiled and asked questions. She asked me more intellectual questions then those awful princesses that father and mother keeps pushing me to."

"She sounds lovely."

"Emma is, she's perfect, and I'm not just saying that." Killian smiles to himself at his memories of the night before with her, and Liam obviously notices because he seems more interested in Killian's words. "I…when I'm around her, I feel interesting, I feel like…she cares. And I care that she cares, and she listens and doesn't just think about when I'll stop talking so she can talk next, she listens, no one listens to me."

"Oi, I listen, git."

"Sorry." Killian shrugs, thinking about Emma. "And she's smart, Liam, so smart, smarter than I am. Although she can't do things like read and write, she has common sense and she can read me like I've never seen before and I want to give her everything, I want to be able to teach her the things I have, like to read-"

"Wait, she can't read or write?" Liam raises an eyebrow. "Killian did you spend the night with a common girl? With one from the…village that shant be named?"

The village that Liam speaks of is the one that most reformed criminals are sent to, the one where women are allowed to sell themselves on the streets and no one bats an eyelid, a place where men and women can take what they want so long as they do it in their own village, and they can't do anything about it. It's a place Killian hates to pass through, because he'll never stop there, never. It's so awful and he hopes he never has to go, hopes that he can keep Emma away from there too.

"No, she's from the Farmers Village, she was an orphan who was sent to work on a farm and in a tavern at night."

"A tavern wench? You picked up-"

"No!" Killian stands up, pacing around, trying to figure out how to explain it. "She was working, but she wasn't like the others, she was dressed respectively, no paint on her face like the other women wear, not pressing herself against men for money, no. She was just placing tankards down and walking away, and rejecting men, I even saved her from a man who tried to touch her, before I met her she still-"

"I imagine I don't want to know the end of that sentence if it's 'she still had her virtue' because I feel like the poor woman wouldn't want me knowing that."

"You're probably right." Killian flushes red, shrugging. "Sorry. I got carried away, I-"

"Oh I know the feeling, I was the same when I met Elsa, you're falling for this girl, aren't you?"

Killian glances up at his brother, nodding slowly, and sighs softly. "I don't know what to do…I kind of didn't tell her I was the future monarch, I just said I came from a wealthy family."

"Oh you idiot." Liam sighs, face palming for a moment before glancing up at him. "Well…you have to fix that, especially if you're to propose to this woman-"

"Whoa, no." Killian immediately stops him. "I can't propose! I won't drag her into this, do you realise what the public would do to her? She's sweet and loving and hasn't got a bad bone in her body, she got excited over being able to write her own name, the public would hurt her, they'd ridicule her."

"So, what? What exactly are you planning on doing?"

"I don't know!" Killian sighs, pacing around. "She's…exactly what I want, she's perfect, but if I were to propose, ordinary people, people who she probably knows, would come at her with a vengeance she's never seen from people."

"So you've just taken her virtue, left her unable to marry and what? You're to leave her now? I didn't peg you as that sort of man, Killian-"

"I'm not! And I'm not going to just leave her." He sighs. "I'm going to tell her the truth, and I'm going to teach her how to do these things, and after…then maybe I could propose, but she…. she may not feel the same."

"She gave you her first time willingly, I think she feels the same. Wait, it was willing, right?"

"Of course it was! What do you think of me?" Killian rests his hands on his desk, thinking. "I could never hurt her, she's my Swan, and if anyone hurt her…I'd…well, I wouldn't be held accountable for my actions."

Liam nods slowly, watching his brother. "You love this woman, and if you want to give her these things before proposing marriage, I can understand, but only if you promise me that you won't leave her, I don't think you would but I won't have you being one of those men who plays women for their own greed."

"I promise you, I will never leave Emma Swan."

Emma's face lights up in only the way hers can when she spots him walking in the door of their safe haven of a room at Granny's inn, the only woman in the kingdom who he trusts not to blab to his parents about Emma yet. "Killian! You're back." She smiles wider as he comes closer, kissing him gently.

"I told you I would come back, didn't I?" He whispers on her lips, kissing her back gently. "But, before you get too happy, I have to tell you something."

"You're married?" She frowns. "You killed someone?"

"No and no again, it's nothing…awful, it's just. I didn't tell you something last night, and I should have, and I can't go on without you knowing." He tells her softly, sitting down on the bed and taking both her hands in his own.

"Okay, you're worrying me a little, is everything okay?"

"I…well…I'm Killian."

"I know." She laughs softly, squeezing his hand.

"Prince Killian." He swallows, and the blood drains from her face. "As in, the next ruler of the kingdom in exactly three months and four days."

She stares at him for a moment, seeming shocked, her eyes searching his face, before she slowly turns her head to see if anyone is behind her, looking back at him again. "Oh it's a joke, it's so funny." She starts to fake laugh, like she's convincing herself. "It's funny, so funny." She leans in closer. "I don't get it." She whispers.

He looks up into her eyes, his seriousness evident in just that look, and she takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"I get it." She whispers after a moment, still shocked, but starting to find her words now, understanding. "I get why you didn't say, you didn't know me, and I could have been out for your title or anything. I get it." She looks away, sniffling softly. "You're now telling me and I get it, you don't want me when you have some princess lined up, I get it."

He frowns, cupping her cheek in his hand, his thumb stroking away her tears, not wanting her to cry, especially not over him. "No! No, never, I want you, Swan. Don't you doubt that, I just…I couldn't lie to you anymore, I like you and I want to spend more time with you."

She sniffles. "You do?" She smiles softly, leaning closer; obviously relieved he still wants her. "Thank God."

"Of course I bloody well do, I'm…I'm falling for you, Swan." He admits, stroking her cheek. "And I want you to come with me, I want to bring you back to the castle, I want to teach you all the things you don't know but should know, not because I like you but because you deserve to know how to read and write, every person does, male or female, poor or rich, orphan or with parents, and you deserve the world."

"You really want to teach me things?" She whispers. "Have me at the castle?" She seems shocked when he nods. "You're so amazing, Killian, but what about your family?"

"My brother is informing them as we speak that I wish to bring you to the castle, and while my mother may protest at first, she can't protest with the king, so don't worry, and even if she tries, my father will calm her down."

She looks up at him, blinking back her tears, taking a deep breath before practically lunging herself at him pushing him to lay flat on his back on the bed. "Thank you." She kisses his lips gently, smiling wide. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She bites her lip, kissing him again and again.

Killian runs his hands up her back stroking her blonde tresses, smiling wide at how happy she is, always wanting to keep her that way.

"Your hearts desire, Swan, I promise that's all I want you to have."

A week after Emma officially moves into the castle, into the room next to his, they've spent most of their time in the library with him teaching her how to read, showing her all the classics and great literature.

She's enthusiastic and he's patient, she's eager to learn which he enjoys, he loves telling her all of these things that he's inferred from the book or text, telling her all about it and about moods and how to imagine you're in the book.

Killian delights in teaching her how to read and seeing her pick up books and wanting to read fills him with joy, it shows him that she's interested in everything he's saying, that she wants to learn more.

A week after she's been in the castle, his mother begins to warm up to her, initially rather rude, though not meaning to be, and unimpressed, he's not sure whether she meant to come across as mean as she did, but he knows that Emma did cry to him about it all.

She'd knocked on his door quietly, stepping in with tears falling down her face, and he'd immediately taken her into his arms without hesitation. It wasn't unusual for Emma to come into his room; she did every night and left every morning with him at her side.

But he didn't enjoy her crying because she was scared his mother hated her enough to kick her out of the castle and ban her from seeing him.

She was terrified of losing him, and he felt the exact same way.

However, she needn't worry because as of the day after, with no prompting from him (but probably from his father), his mother approached Emma with a kind smile and the offer to teach her how to cook.

Emma knew the basics, of course, she couldn't survive if she didn't and the orphanage taught her the basic things, the menial things, how to survive on barely any food and live to do the exact same thing every single day. But his mother had strict rules on cooking, no matter who you are you should know how.

Whether you're poor or rich, common or royal, it's a valuable skill to have and she didn't let her sons go without knowing how, so why would she not teach the woman her son is falling for too?

Emma had come into his room that night far happier and much more enlightened, with some sort of recipe written down for her from his mother, and Emma had asked to learn what the words were from him so that she could make it for her.

He'd done as she'd asked and the next evening they'd made it, and Emma had seemed so proud when she placed the food in front of his mother.

His mother had been quite impressed, and after she'd finished she had told Emma that she fit in perfectly, making Emma far happier then she had been before.

Within a month of Emma being there, his brother and father have been teaching her how to use a sword in case she needs to protect herself, Killian himself has taught her far more then she knew before about reading and she read to him when they go to bed every night. Her and his mother cooked with the chefs most nights, with Emma wanting to know as much as she can, and she helped them cook the meal of the night.

After his first taste, Killian has to say he's impressed. "This tastes divine, you made this?" He asks softly as his family also digs in.

Emma nods slowly. "The cooks and I did, with your mother's very helpful tips, she truly is quite the woman, she helped me with everything." She smiles and takes a bite of the food.

"Mh, nonsense, you did this, Emma, you should be proud!" His mother exclaims softly, smiling, obviously liking Emma more then she lets on. She happens the think the woman is the perfect match for her son, she couldn't be happier she's there.

"Thank you." Emma smiles, before eating some more and he watches her face contort, frowning a little. "Does it taste okay to everyone?"

"Perfect." Brennan, his father, smiles at her, eating some more just to prove how good it is, seeing the look on Emma's face. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

Emma swallows and bites her lip. "It just doesn't taste the same as I made before, but maybe it's because the cooks helped more before…"

Killian glances at her, frowning a little. "I think it tastes lovely, Swan, are you feeling alright?"

His mother eyes her like she suspects something. "If you don't feel well, no one will judge you for going up to bed, is that what you want?"

The blonde glances up at him and then the rest of the table, biting her lip. "I'm sure it'll pass, maybe its just the heat from the kitchen, I'll stay, it would be rude to leave," Emma states softly, taking her wine glass and sipping it, immediately wincing at the taste.

"Swan, honestly-"

"I promise, I'm fine." She offers him a small smile, but she looks too pale to him, far paler than normal and it makes him worry.

"You're not." He whispers softly. "Let me take you upstairs to bed, please?" He bites his lip. "Just so I don't worry, you can just lay down and I'll leave you alone."

Emma sighs, nodding slowly. "Okay." She whispers, slowly standing up, seeming a bit unsteady on her feet, but Killian takes her arm to help her.

They walk slowly to her room, but she insists she wants to go to his, not wanting to be alone when she wakes up, which immediately makes Killian worry even more.

"Swan, you have to be ill." He helps her to bed, pulling the covers over her. "You aren't eating your favorite meal, your dizzy and nauseous." He lists her symptoms with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now rest."

"I do feel tired." She whispers softly, settling back on the pillow. "Thank you for caring, I've never felt this way before, I don't really get sick, but this one is strange." She says softly as Killian strokes her hair back slowly.

"I will always take care of you, Swan."

Chapter two is finished! :) Thank you for the lovely comments I've recieved so far and lets keep them coming?