"We're exhausted, David," Emma complained to her father. "Honestly, we just want to sleep."
"Emma, not everybody comes back from the dead," David replied as he folded Daniel's onesies as they sat in her parents' apartment. "This is something to truly celebrate."
Emma blushed at the thought that she had brought Killian back. That she loved him so much that she literally brought him back from the dead. Even though it should be just that simple, it really wasn't. Nothing was that simple for Emma. She loved him and she damn well knew that he loved her, but it didn't necessarily mean that he wouldn't abandon her like everybody else had in her life.
Even after everything Killian had done for her (he had died for her, for fuck's sake), Emma was still terrified of letting him in all of the way.
"Plus, it isn't my fault he hasn't gotten any sleep," David told Emma with a smirk playing at his lips. "You were the one who kept him up all damn night."
"Can you blame me?" Emma asked, resituating herself on the couch to face her father. "He died. For a solid minute, he was gone. I'm pretty sure you would've done the same if you thought you would never be able to talk to Snow again. So, don't try to make me feel bad."
"I'm not trying to do that," David responded, placing the last onesie in the laundry basket at his feet. "But at least you're letting him sleep now. This is the first time you left the hospital since yesterday."
Emma sighed and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I know. I just didn't want to. I only came because you practically forced me to come here."
David looked up at his daughter, taken away at the beauty she became, and smiled. "I know. You'll see him tonight. You should get some sleep before the party. God knows how long it's going to last."
"But, he's getting discharged today," Emma said, shaking her head. "I have to be there."
David waved his hand at Emma, dismissing her worry. "I got it. I want you to just take some time apart today until the party. And try to dress nicely. Make him shocked when he sees you. I want people to see that you're actually happy together."
Emma raised her eyebrows. "If I didn't know any better, it sounds like you're trying to make this really happen between us."
David laughed as he raised himself from the couch, grabbing the laundry basket from the ground. "Emma, even before you two left for the Enchanted Forest, he was in love with you. Maybe you should just give it a shot."
Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she continued to sit on the couch and she watched her father take the basket over to his bedroom. "I thought you didn't necessarily like him?"
David shrugged as he put the onesies into the small dresser beside the crib in the bedroom. "Things change, Emma. In Neverland, I couldn't stand him. But that was more because of the dreamshade in me. He's an honorable man, even though he doesn't quite see it. And well, I would have to be blind to not see the way he looks at you."
Emma began to blush again and she looked down at her folded hands in her crisscrossed lap. "So, I take it that this is your blessing, or whatever?"
David chuckled and looked over his shoulder at Emma. "Yes, this is."
Emma woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up in her bed at Granny's. And she let out a loud sob as she covered her mouth. The sight of seeing Killian's dead body was burned into her mind and it would haunt her every thought and dream, just as it had done during Emma's five hour nap (was that even a nap?). Emma tried to get herself to take a deep breath, but the sob choked her and she couldn't stop herself from crying.
She almost lost him. She felt him stop breathing. She saw the life leave his eyes. She saw that last smile still weakly stuck on his face. Emma wanted to forget everything about that moment yesterday, but she knew she never would be able to. Seeing Killian like that had been the one of the scariest things in her entire life, not too far behind when she thought Henry was dead all those years ago. Another sob broke through her as she thought that she had almost lost her home and that was something she knew she would've never found again.
There were two knocks at the door and Emma could hear David speak from the other side of the door. "Emma? You awake?"
Emma voice broke as she called back, "Dad?"
It wasn't even a second later that David came walking through the door and swiftly shut it behind him as he hurried over to his daughter. He wrapped the sobbing girl tightly in his arms as he sat beside her on the bed, allowing her to cry into his shoulder. David was never able to be there for his daughter, but this was his time to finally be there for her while she cried.
"What's wrong?" David asked her urgently, genuinely worried for Emma. He knew it had been a rough two days for her and he was afraid that she had just broke.
Emma tried to respond, but she couldn't regain her breath enough to speak, the sobs continuing to break through. So, David continued to sit there with his daughter, rubbing her back in assurance that everything was okay and that everything will be okay. He could feel her tears soaking into the thin button-down he was wearing, but David couldn't find a reason to care. This was all he wanted-being able to help Emma with whatever she needed-and he didn't care what that cost him, especially if it was a stupid shirt.
Emma took a deep breath and looked up at her father, her jade eyes still bloodshot with unshed tears. "Is K-Killian o-okay?"
David nodded immediately and kissed her forehead. "He's okay. He's great. He's at the apartment right now with your mother and Henry."
Emma let out a deep breath in relief. "Thank God."
"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" David asked, his lips still against her forehead.
Emma nodded against the lips and let out another deep breath. "Yeah."
David tightened his arms around her and let her head rest on his shoulder. David wanted to take away his daughter's worries, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy. She had seen her true love die. Even though he's alive and well, that's not a memory easily forgotten.
"I still have those nightmares, seeing your mom under the sleeping curse," David confessed to Emma and she shifted closer to him. "That's not nearly as bad as what you went through, but it does the same thing to me."
"That scares me, Dad," Emma told her father, not even bothering to call him by his first name anymore. She was home and she had finally accepted David as her father.
David smiled at Emma's use of the word 'dad.' He could get used to it. "Why?"
"Because," Emma began saying, but her chin began to quiver again with tears that were threatening to spill over. Emma took a deep breath and continued. "Because I'm afraid that he'll leave, just like everybody else."
David opened his mouth to respond, even it hurt him to know that Emma felt that way, but Emma raised her hand to stop him. "I know I shouldn't be talking to you about this because, well, to be completely honest, you and Snow are part of the reason for me fearing this. But, I just don't know who to talk to about this other than the man who basically invented true love."
David smiled wryly at his daughter, who was just looking up at him and for a moment, he saw her as just a seventeen-year-old girl, asking him about what to do with her first boyfriend. "Well, since you and Hook came back, I've been remembering a few things."
Emma chuckled and looked away when David gave her a look and it made David smile. "I remember a certain Prince Charles asking me to help save 'his princess.'"
Emma looked back at her father with surprised eyes. His princess?
"Before we got to saving this Princess Leia"-David gave her another look, to which Emma laughed at-"Prince Charles told me about how he had once believed true love didn't exist, up until he had met the right person. How he would go to the ends of the world, or time, for this Princess Leia."
Emma nibbled on her lip and looked down at her folded hands in her lap.
David continued on with a smile. "Truth be told, it was Prince Charles who convinced me that true love existed. Until then, I thought I would marry because of business. But, with what Prince Charles said, I was open to the idea of true love and I found her in your mother." David placed his fingers under Emma's chin and forced her to look at him. He met her eyes, which were beginning to tear up again. "Killian loves you. I told you this earlier, but he's loved you since before your little trip. Hell, I'm pretty sure he loved you since Neverland. Don't let your fear paralyze you, Emma."
David kissed his daughter on the forehead, hearing her sniffling from the tears that had been threatening to spill over. "You found your home, now let yourself be his."
"Thank you," Emma said, wiping away a lone tear that made its way onto her cheek. She looked up at her father, who was smiling at her, and shoved his shoulder, leading him to begin laughing. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm just proud of my daughter," David replied and kissed her cheek. "Now, I've gotta head back downstairs to oversee the decorations." Emma groaned loudly and David laughed. "Come on now, Emma. This is a celebration. Take a shower. The party starts in an hour and a half."
Emma sighed and rubbed her tired-again eyes. "Fine."
"You'll get to see your true love," David teased Emma and she flipped the bird at him, causing him to begin laughing. "Fine, be that way. Remember what I said, though. Dress nicely."
David exited the room and Emma plopped back on her bed, staring at the elaborate drawings on the ceiling. Emma took another deep breath, letting her mind forget about the memories of her nightmare-where she lost Killian again and he just wouldn't come back-trying to relax for what was going to be an annoying party. But then, she remembered that she would be seeing a healthy Killian and that made her dart out of bed to take a shower to wash away the past two days.
Emma stepped into the warm water and let it hit her back. She spent almost ten minutes in that shower (which was a long time for Emma), washing away the awful memories of thinking that she lost Killian because he was dead but she brought him back. She wanted to stop thinking of the blankness in his eyes, the oozing of the blood from his wound, the smile that had stuck on his face, but she just couldn't. That sight would be permanently burned into her mind and it would haunt her during her every dream. But, Emma hoped-just hoped-that Killian would be able to keep the nightmares away.
Emma trailed her finger down the cheek of Daniel, who cooed in response as she held him in her arms. She smiled down at her baby brother, hoping that he didn't decide to spit up on her cerulean, button-down blouse. She decided to take David's advice-which she honestly felt probably came more from her mother-and try to at least look presentable at the celebration. After all, she was going to be seeing Killian again, even if it had only been six hours since she had seen him. But that entire time, she was nervous, waiting for the call from Henry or David or whoever that Killian was dead and that there was nothing she could do. She was waiting for the second shoe to drop, just as it always fucking did.
And that won't change until she saw Killian walk through that door and have him safe in her arms.
She hated that David came up with the idea of keeping her and Killian apart today, when only yesterday she thought that she would never see him again. But, when Emma saw Killian that night, it would feel fantastic and perfect. She looked at the little bundle in her arms and found herself excited for whatever the future could hold between her and Killian. If only she could get past her fear of not being good enough for him.
"David said that him, Henry and Hook will be here soon," Snow said from across the table, smiling at her two children.
Emma nodded, not showing her face to her mother because Emma knew that Snow would comment on how Emma was blushing. "Good. Hopefully this party doesn't go on too long."
"Do you want to spend some alone time with Hook?" Snow asked straightforwardly, taking Emma by surprise. Emma looked up at her mother with wide eyes as she continued to hold her younger brother. "Emma, I was there when you two came back. I saw what happened. Most of the town saw. I'm not blind."
"You don't sound particularly eager about it," Emma observed, keeping her voice level as she looked at her mother from across the booth.
Snow shook her head. "No, you misunderstood me. I'm very happy for you. Everybody deserves a happy ending, Emma. Especially my own daughter and her pirate."
Emma chuckled under her breath and met her mother's caring eyes. "Thanks, Mom."
Emma could see the tears pricking Snow's eyes at Emma calling Snow 'mom.' Emma smiled at her mother and Snow stroked her hand over Emma's arm.
"I'll take him back now," Snow told Emma as Snow stood from the booth. "They should be here any minute."
Emma stood and handed her younger brother back to her mother, smoothing her hands over her black pencil skirt. Emma took a deep breath and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, just as the door chimed. Emma looked past her mother, who had returned to her seat at the booth, and saw David and Henry walk in. Before Emma began to panic (but really, who would've not called her if something happened to Killian?), she saw her true love step through the door in unfamiliar clothing that honestly made Emma lose her breath.
Gone were his familiar leathers, the leathers that Emma had become so fond of and had honestly fantasized about (not that she would admit that to anybody ever). He was wearing straight-leg jeans, the kind that made his legs look beyond fantastic, and a button-down, deep blue shirt (that obviously had the top three buttons unbuttoned because that man clearly had no idea how to button a shirt all of the way) that made Emma weak in the knees. The black pea coat he was wearing over his outfit was unbuttoned, showing off the figure under the coat, and Emma kept her jaw from dropping.
Killian's eyes fell on Emma and he didn't even waste a second before crossing the room to the far corner where Emma stood and taking her into his arms. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms went around her waist tightly and the diner fell silent, every patron cementing their eyes on the new couple before them. Emma smelled in that scent of Killian's that always seemed to calm her and Emma could feel Killian do the same thing.
Emma smiled as she pressed her mouth to his ear. "What's with the new clothes?"
Killian chuckles against her ear. "Well, seeing as I was brought back from the dead, that I should turn over a new leaf. Maybe try and become accustomed to this realm's fashion, no matter how bloody strange it is."
Emma laughed and pulled her head back to look at her handsome pirate. "Still have the leathers?"
Killian raised an eyebrow. "Have a special fancy for the leathers, love?"
Emma began to blush. "I have a special fancy for you, Killian."
Emma saw the beauty of his eyes staring at her and Emma molded her lips against his. Unlike the last kiss they shared, this one was slow and passionate, but still full of fire and desire. Since they were in a diner full of people, Emma was able to somehow keep herself from going too deep into the kiss, but it still left her breathless when their lips parted.
"Come on, Mom," Emma could hear Henry call to her from by the front door.
Emma looked past Killian and saw her son standing by his grandfather. "Come here, kid."
Henry smiled as he walked his teenage self over to Emma, where Emma held out her arms to him. He reached her and Emma put her arm over his shoulder. Before she could even ask Killian to open his arms, Killian wrapped his hooked arm around Henry's shoulder. Her heart warmed at the sight of Henry looking up at the man who became his father figure. Killian kissed Emma's forehead and brought Henry into the hug, tightening his arms around both Emma and Henry.
And that's when Emma thought about what her father had said: you found your home, now let yourself become his.
Emma put her mouth against Killian's ear, seeing the goose bumps that raised in its wake. "We need to talk later."
Killian looked back at her and nodded with a thin smile on his lips. She knew that Killian was probably thinking that Emma didn't want to go through with them being together. But, it wasn't like that. She just had to talk to him about how goddamn afraid she was about being with him. She knew it was going to be a hard and probably complicated conversation, but it had to be done.
"Alright everyone," David announced to the crowded diner, taking the attention away from Emma's moment, which she was grateful for. "Time to stop ogling. Let's eat!"
Killian laughed in Emma's ear and pressed a kiss to the skin just under her ear, sending flames throughout her. Emma didn't know if she could last through this party and a conversation that was definitely going to expose a whole lot of emotions without jumping this newly changed Killian. Something about his button-down shirt made Emma want to rip it off of him, but she did have at least a little bit of self-control.
But it was only an hour or so later when Emma felt that she couldn't prolong the eventual conversation. So, she tugged on Killian's hand-which she had refused to let go of the entire evening-and told him with her eyes that it was time for them to talk. Killian nodded sullenly as he bid farewell to Emma's parents. Emma met eyes with David, who nodded to her. David knew what Emma was going to do and dammit, he was proud of his daughter.
Emma slowly led Killian up to where the bedrooms of the bed and breakfast laid, ignoring the stares and catcalls from the people in the diner. She really didn't want Henry to hear the yells, but Emma was sure that David would explain to him what was going on. Emma hesitantly unlocked her bedroom door with the old-fashioned key that came with the rooms and swung the door open, leading Killian inside. Emma tried to ignore how the tension intensified the moment that the door closed behind Killian, but she could feel it.
"Emma," Killian said to her and Emma's heart began to pound. She felt Killian's hand on her upper arm and she wanted to lean into it, to forget everything that she had to talk to him about. But, dammit she couldn't. They needed to talk. Emma allowed Killian to turn her around to face him, where she was struck by how goddamn beautiful this man was in the dark of the room. "Love, what is it?"
Emma took a deep breath and stared into those beautiful eyes, those eyes that were as blue as the sea after a storm. She knew that she had to talk about this and there was no better time than the present. "I'm scared."
"About what?" Killian asked sincerely, his eyes softening at the pure fear in her voice, talking ahold of her hand.
"About this," Emma replied, motioning her free hand between the two of them. "You don't know half of the shit I've been through and I'm just-"
"Emma, we can take it slow," Killian interrupted her, his eyes staring into Emma's soul. "We don't have to immediately jump into this."
"But I want to, Killian," Emma confessed and she sighed, pushing her hair back from her forehead. She took in Killian's understanding face and she almost lost her self-control, but she regained her thoughts. "I want to go quickly. We know what we are, so I don't want to go slowly."
"Then what is it, love?" Killian asked, pleading with Emma to just tell him what she was thinking. It was killing Killian that he couldn't read her, unlike every other time he saw her.
"I'm afraid that you're gonna stop loving me one day," Emma professed to her love, unable to even look him in the eye. "I'm afraid that one day, you're going to leave me and Henry behind, just like everybody has."
Emma refused to look up at Killian, given what she just told him. She didn't want to see the look in his eyes as he realized she wasn't worth it. That she had never been worth it. That he should just leave her now and make it easier.
"Look at me," Killian said to Emma in a low tone. Emma shook her head as she squeezed her eyes shut with a tear slipping out (God, hadn't she cried enough today?). "Bloody hell, Emma, look at me."
Emma took a deep breath and slowly looked up at him, surprised at the pleading eyes that he was giving her. Killian noticed the tears streaming from her eyes and he took his hand from hers to wipe away the tears, just as he did in the Enchanted Forest.
"Emma, if you truly think I would ever do that to you, then you don't know me at all," Killian told her as he held his hand against her cheek.
Emma leaned into the touch, reveling in the feeling of his callused hand against her face. "I know you wouldn't. But-"
"You clearly don't know that I wouldn't," Killian interrupted again and let his hand drop, urging her to look at him again, since she had glanced away for a moment from his gaze. "Emma, I've followed you everywhere. I've followed you across realms multiple times and you still think I could do that to you? Love, I know you've been hurt before, but you need to trust me."
Try something new, darling. It's called trust.
That line, which seemed to be from another time, echoed in Emma's mind. She did trust Killian: she trusted him in Neverland to save Henry, she trusted him when he came to get her in New York, she trusted him in the Enchanted Forest (the second time; the first time didn't exactly leave them in a good place with each other) and she had trusted him with her heart when she gave him True Love's kiss to save him from dying in the Enchanted Forest. He had never done anything to tell her not to trust him (except when he kinda kidnapped Henry, but she had done that before so she couldn't pass judgment). She knew that she irrevocably loved him, but she was terrified of really letting him in.
Emma nodded and looked down. "I do trust you. You know that." Emma took another deep breath and looked back into those eyes. "But, I need to know that you won't leave me like everybody else has. That you won't abandon me."
Killian took a step forward, palming his hand against her cheek again. "Emma, I will always come back to you. I will always stay."
And she knew that was the truth. He fucking came back from the dead to her, for her. Sure, Emma was the one who kinda did that, but he still came back. He always came back. He came back when he drowned and he came back when he legitimately died. He was always there and Emma was being so stupid, thinking that he would leave her. He never left her. And Emma knew in that moment that he would never leave her. Not if he had any say in the matter.
"Emma, say something," Killian said, panic lacing into his voice.
Emma looked at him with a new light in her eyes, something that Killian had definitely noticed and smiled at. "You always come back. You're always there."
Killian smiled, a boyish, heartwarming grin. "I will always be there, love. Until the day comes that you decide that you don't want me anymore, I will always be there."
Emma shook her head with a smile spreading on her lips. "Sorry to disappoint, but that day will never come, Killian."
Killian smiled even wider as Emma took a step toward him. "I will never be disappointed with you, Emma Swan. I will never tire of you. I am yours and will always be yours."
And with that, Emma grabbed the lapels of Killian's coat and pulled him into her, pressing her lips against his. Killian groaned from the back of his throat and wrapped his hand tightly into her hair, just as he did in Neverland. Emma forced his lips apart and traced her tongue along his bottom lip, to which Killian moaned loudly into the empty room. Killian, in response, slowly stuck his tongue into Emma's mouth, tracing along her teeth and tasting her everything. Emma had obviously kissed before (she had a kid, for fuck's sake) but goddamn, she was never this aroused.
Emma forced the coat off of Killian, making Killian unwrap his hand from Emma's hair. She missed the warmth of his hand on her, but as quickly as it was gone, it was back. Emma gripped Killian's upper arms, feeling that his shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, and she almost tore at the buttons to rip it off. Emma knew that Killian didn't know how unbelievably attractive she finds button-down shirts rolled up to their elbows on guys, but dammit he was going to find out.
"Slow down, love," Killian teased Emma as she reached the final button of his shirt, feeling the smirk against her lips. "I think your parents are having Henry stay the night at their place, so we have all night."
Emma giggled (ew, why did she giggle?) against his lips. "I just need your shirt off, okay?"
Killian's smirk spread wider as he leaned his head back to look at a deeply blushed Emma, quirking his eyebrow up (which did unspeakable things to Emma). "Why?"
Emma sighed. "It's stupid."
"I doubt it, love," Killian responded, that stupid smirk still on his face.
Emma sighed again and brushed her hair from her face. "Who rolled up your sleeves?"
"Your mother," Killian responded dumbly, not seeing the point to the question. "I can't exactly do it myself."
"I'm gonna have to thank her later," Emma whispered breathlessly as she pulled Killian back to her lips.
Killian stripped himself of his shirt, then wrapped his arms around Emma's waist, pulling her close to him. Emma gripped his hair tightly at the nape of his neck with both hands and pulled him closer to her, not leaving room for Jesus. Killian nipped at Emma's bottom lip and she let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Killian didn't mind it-obviously-and deepened the kiss when she parted her lips. There was sucking as Emma tried to taste Killian and as Killian tried to do the same with her. Emma wanted to push herself closer to Killian, but that was physically impossible.
Killian unwrapped his good arm from around Emma and Emma nearly whimpered at the loss of him, but Emma changed the whimper into a moan as he began to unbutton her chiffon top, his fingers moving quickly through the buttons.
"You're good with your fingers," Emma commented with a glint in her eyes.
Killian's eyes matched hers as he undid the last button. "You have no idea, Swan."
Emma laughed against Killian's mouth as he kissed her again and helped her shed her shirt. And for a moment, Killian stepped back to admire the view of Emma, even though she was still wearing her bra and her skirt and her heels (God, her feet were killing her). Emma stepped out of her heels and met Killian's hungry gaze. She nearly lost her breath at the lust that she could almost feel coming from Killian's eyes.
"You're beautiful, Emma," Killian whispered like he had just seen God.
Emma blushed deeply, because of course she was staring at the perfect man standing before her with his dark chest hair and his slender body, marred with scars from his three hundred years. "You aren't too bad yourself, pirate."
Killian smirked and gathered Emma in his arms again, twisting her to the right and walking her backward over to the bed. The bed met the back of Emma's legs and she ungracefully plopped down, drunk on Killian. Killian met Emma's lips again, running his tongue across Emma's bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth, which made Killian deepen the kiss and pull her face closer to him, his good hand wrapped at the nape of her neck. Emma reached for the button of Killian's jeans and quickly forced the jeans off of him, to which Killian gingerly stepped out of the pants while continuing to kiss Emma.
Emma traced her fingers along the boxer briefs that Killian was wearing and smiled against his lips. "When'd you get the new clothes?"
"After I was discharged," Killian said simply, slightly stilling at the memory of him nearly being dead. "It was your mother's treat. But these underwear are bloody uncomfortable. I don't know how you people deal with it."
"I'm really gonna have to thank her," Emma responded against his mouth as he nudged her further up the bed.
Killian followed Emma onto the queen-sized bed, hovering over her on his hands and knees. For a minute, he pulled away to unclick the hook from his brace, but he returned with even more fervor than before. All Killian could think of was how this was finally happening-his dreams coming true at last. Killian stood up from the bed and before Emma could protest, he met her eyes and slowly tugged off the skirt, exposing her skin and curves. When he finally got the skirt to drop to the floor, Killian stood there, his arousal very prominent in his briefs, and stared at the sight before him. Emma thanked God that she wore matching underwear for once in her life as his gaze fell on her breasts, which were covered by a black, lacy bra.
"You're a bloody siren," Killian said as he crawled back over Emma and held himself over her.
"Is that necessarily a good thing?" Emma asked as she kissed Killian softly. "I mean, that means that I trick you into drowning."
"Emma, if you were a true siren, I would gladly drown for you," Killian whispered against Emma's lips.
Emma moved her hands from Killian's hair to his back, trying to get him to slowly lower himself on top of Emma. And as soon as he lined his body against hers, Emma could feel his hardness against her, which made things very difficult. Emma tried to reach down to release Killian's growth from his underwear, but he moved an inch away from her hands. Emma looked up at Killian, who was looking at her like she was everything.
"You first, love," Killian whispered against her lips and Emma felt weak-so, so weak.
Killian laid himself to the side of Emma and trailed his fingers down Emma's stomach, causing Emma to lose her breath. Killian nudged Emma's head to the side and began kissing and sucking on her neck, causing Emma to seriously have problems and Jesus she needed him now.
"Is this fine, love?" Killian asked genuinely, continuing to kiss her neck.
Emma gulped and nodded. "God, yes."
Killian chuckled against her neck as his fingers found their way under Emma's underwear, where he was met with wetness that could trump the sea. He groaned into Emma's neck and gingerly slipped one finger inside of her, pumping his finger in her slick folds. Emma gasped and he began to move his finger faster against her, then used his thumb to stimulate her little bud. It wasn't even a minute before Emma was writhing on the bed, just waiting for her release to come. Killian slowly inserted a second finger inside of Emma and she moaned loudly into the empty room, making Killian harder than he had ever been before.
"Getting close, Swan?" Killian asked, looking at his true love's face.
Emma couldn't even speak, so she just merely nodded. Killian smiled widely and with his now hookless arm, he put his arm underneath Emma's head and pulled her into a kiss. Killian took his fingers from inside Emma and began rubbing her furiously, chasing her release. Emma began moaning into Killian's mouth as she felt her insides clench, telling her that the climax was near.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Emma gasped out against Killian's lips. "Killian, don't stop."
"Don't plan to, love," Killian whispered back.
And in just two more motions of his fingers against her clit, Emma was writhing and gasping soundlessly, her orgasm hitting her hard and quickly. It seemed to be minutes before Emma came back to Earth, grounded back in the hotel room with her pirate. Emma tried to regain her breath as she met Killian's lusty gaze. She knew that he was hard as a rock, since she could feel it against her leg, and that seemed to make her recover from her climax.
Emma quickly flipped over and reached for her wallet that was sitting on top of the nightstand by her bed, becoming distracted by the lazy kisses that Killian was planting on her back. Before she decided to just jump him and say 'fuck it' to any type of consequences (of the pregnancy kind), she found the condom that she kept in her wallet, fresh from when she left New York City with Killian (because hey, she wanted to be prepared in case anything was going to happen). Emma flipped back over to meet Killian, holding the condom up to his face.
Killian's eyebrows furrowed. "What the bloody hell is that?"
"It's called a condom," Emma explained, her voice suddenly weak since she now has to explain to him what it does. "It-well-it goes over your…ahem…penis during sex to prevent pregnancy."
Killian's eyebrows raised. "How interesting."
"Well, I'm not exactly prepared for another kid, at the moment," Emma told Killian honestly. "So, if we do this, we wear this."
Killian gulped and asked quietly, "Do you want to do this?"
Emma flipped to her side, facing Killian head on. "Killian, I almost lost you yesterday. For the longest minute in my life, I thought you were gone." Emma felt her voice grow thick and Killian stroked her cheek with his hand. "During that minute, my life was over. The chance I had at a home was gone and my heart was broken. I had lost my true love and I felt like there was nothing for me. But somehow, you miraculously came back to life and I have to take that as a sign. I have to take advantage of this second chance. I want to do this not only because I know it will feel fantastic"-Killian smirked at that-"but it'll feel perfect and I'll finally know that I'm home."
Killian pulled Emma in for a soft, but passionate kiss, much like the one they had in Granny's. Killian wiped away a tear that Emma didn't know had escaped and kissed her cheek.
"Your word is my command, Emma," Killian whispered against her lips and took the condom from her hand. He looked at the wrapper and furrowed his eyebrows. "Actually, you may need to help me, love."
Emma laughed and sat up on the bed, taking the wrapper from Killian's hand. She kneeled beside Killian and tugged on his underwear, which allowed Killian's erection to spring free. Emma stared it at dumbly, kind of marveling at how large it was (wow, she probably looked like this was her first time) and carefully ripped the wrapper off of the condom. But before Emma slid the condom over Killian's shaft, Emma took Killian by surprised by taking him entirely in her mouth.
"Oh God, Emma," Killian said simply. Emma looked up at his face as she bobbed her head up and down and saw Killian's mouth completely open. Emma twirled her tongue around the shaft and Killian groaned. "Emma, I'm not going to last long at all if you keep doing that."
"Well," Emma said as she removed her mouth from Killian, "you did say we have all night."
"Emma, please," Killian begged and Emma took that as a plea to slide the condom over his sensitive dick.
So, Emma did as he asked and Killian looked down, rather impressed at the invention. Emma looked up at him as she slowly stripped off her underwear and her bra, to which Killian just stared. Emma couldn't even put words to the look in his eyes, but the best descriptor was hunger. Killian pulled Emma up to him and settled himself over her, his erection resting on the inside of her thigh, causing Emma to shiver in anticipation.
"You're perfect, my love," Killian whispered against her neck.
"Killian," Emma whispered back, but the inflection made it sound more like a question. So, Killian looked back at her.
"Did you change your mind?" Killian asked, moving his body up to just hover over her. "If you don't want to, it's fine, Emma."
Emma shook her head. "It's not that." Emma's eyes darted over to the brace that Killian was still wearing. Killian gulped, knowing what she was asking. "Killian, I love you. It's simple. I don't care about the hook or that you're missing a hand. I love you fully."
Killian took a deep breath and sat back, resting on his knees. He reached to unbuckle the brace that crossed his chest and Emma noticed that he was shaking. He was terrified to show Emma the stump that lied underneath and Emma knew that it was probably for the same reason that Emma was afraid of letting him in: that she would see that he was a broken man and that she didn't love him enough to deal with that. So Emma, in an effort to prove to him that she truly loved him, sat up and helped him take off the brace. Emma met Killian's fearful gaze and slowly removed the brace from his arm. He shut his eyes because he was afraid of how Emma would react to seeing a stump, to seeing that he would never be fixed or whole again.
But, what happened next completely convinced Killian that Emma was in love with him.
He felt the press of lips against the stump and he opened his eyes. Emma was holding the stump to her lips and pressed another kiss against it. Killian let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding and pulled her to him again, leaving a searing kiss on her lips. Their mouths and tongues moved together as Emma leaned back down to lay on the bed and Killian situated himself over her, resting on his elbows just by her head.
"Are you sure you want this?" Killian asked again, to be sure.
Emma nodded and whispered against his lips, "I've never been surer about anything in my life, Killian. Other than the fact that I love you."
Killian led his penis to hover by Emma's entrance. The tip just brushed against the entrance and Emma moaned loudly, causing Killian to grow even harder (which Killian didn't know was even possible at that point). Killian took a deep breath and pushed himself slowly inside of Emma, watching Emma arch below him as she took him in. He slowly, sweetly, filled Emma up and she couldn't have enough of him inside of her.
"God, Emma," Killian groaned from above her, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
It took Killian a moment to regain himself and he slowly moved inside of her, filing her deliciously with each movement. Emma grinded her hips against his and Killian gasped, telling her that she was doing something right. She continued to grind herself against him and Killian met her with just as much passion, kissing her deeply and tracing his tongue all over her, from her lips to her neck to her perfect breasts. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, it just being all too perfect. But soon, Killian began to shudder above her, telling Emma that he was nearing his own climax.
Emma grinded her hips against him again and she began to see stars behind her eyes. Killian gasped and continued to move, his hips jerking back and forth in uneven movements, chasing his own release.
"God, Emma," Killian rasped her name and she had to admit, her name never sounded better than it had on his lips as he pushed himself to his finish.
"Please, Killian," Emma whispered into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "Finish for me."
Emma scratched her fingernails down Killian's muscular back and grinded her hips against him again. With that movement, Killian stilled inside her and Emma could feel him pulsing inside of her, spilling his contents into the condom. Before Killian could move, Emma wrenched his beautiful head down to her lips and she kissed him, her tongue tracing the roof of his mouth and he groaned.
"You're going to be the death of me, Swan," Killian whispered to her as he remained inside of her.
Emma smiled at Killian. "The feeling's mutual."
Killian slowly pulled himself out, leaving Emma to gasp at the sudden emptiness, and he looked down at the now used condom. "That's bloody disgusting."
Emma laughed as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Well, that's what you're going to have to deal with until I decide I want more kids."
Killian smiled at Emma. "But you do want more kids?"
Emma smiled at Killian and she felt herself blush. "Someday."
Killian smiled even wider and looked back down. "What do I do with this, Swan?"
Emma laughed again, throwing her head back. "Toss it in the trashcan over there"-Emma pointed to over by the dresser-"and grab a tissue from on top of the dresser."
Killian made a weird face as he rose from the bed and walked over to trashcan, leaving Emma a rather great sight to see.
"If you wanted to stare at my ass, Swan, you needed only to ask," Killian said from over his shoulder as he took a tissue from the box on the dresser.
Emma blushed and moved from the bed to grab her pajamas, which were in a pile on the floor beside the bed. "Shut up."
Killian chuckled and turned around as Emma tossed him a pair of Henry's shorts. Killian raised an eyebrow and Emma rolled her eyes.
"For you to sleep in," Emma responded as she crawled back into her bed, pulling the comforter over her.
Killian quickly slipped on the basketball shorts (which looked way too good on him, why the hell was he so goddamn attractive?) and found his way back into the bed. Killian pulled Emma over to him and she rested her chin on his shoulder. Killian kissed her forehead and Emma wanted to stay like this forever. Now Emma knew something for sure:
She was truly home.
And when she woke up in the morning, wrapped in Killian's arms, she realized that she didn't have her nightmare.
And she didn't have them ever again.
Because she had Killian and he would always come back.
