Hi Guys! Thank you so much for the favorites/follows. I'm so glad it got such a great response. (: Here's chapter two. This chapter does earn a strong T rating. It has implied sex, but nothing graphic. It is quite a bit longer than the last one as well. Please continue to review, favorite, and follow. Enjoy!
Past: New York City, New York
"Bourbon," Krissy said in a defiant voice.
"Well, isn't that a bit heavy for you Kristania?" an Irish accented voice came from the man behind the counter. His back faced them.
"It's been a rough week."
He turned around to look at them. He had brilliantly blue eyes. The color was indescribable. He had dark hair, cut short and stubble covered his lower jaw.
Emma felt herself have trouble breathing as she was suddenly attracted to the stranger. She mentally scolded herself. She had assured herself that she would never make the same mistakes as she had a few years ago.
Emma and Krissy sat down on the stools that lined the front of the bar. He handed Krissy the bourbon and turned to Emma. "And who may you be, lovely lady?" he took her hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles.
She felt a spark run through her body at his touch. "Eliza Swanson," she lied in a quiet voice. "And you?"
"I go by Jones Brooster." He paused and looked at her in a way that made her heart flutter.
"I'll have bourbon as well,"
As Jones walked away Emma turned towards a staring Krissy. "He is such a flirt," she said trying to push away her feelings.
"No… he's not!" Krissy said adamantly. "Jones is nice and easily the sexiest guy in this place. But no matter what women do to seduce him, it doesn't work! And yet you turn him on like that!" she said, snapping her fingers for emphasis. "Forget what I said about not getting involved with anyone. If you were ever going to get involved with anyone, Jones would be the guy. And at least to me, it is clear that you agree,"
"It was that obvious?" Emma groaned.
"No, you aren't easy to read, but I've spent enough time with you to know that it wasn't normal for you to let him kiss your hand."
"Thank God," she breathed.
Jones returned with her bourbon.
"Jones," Krissy started. "Where's Harry?"
"Why? Are you looking to become another one of his pregnant exes?" he smirked.
"No." she answered coldly. "Eliza is looking for him and no she is not one of his 'pregnant exes' and it is none of your business why she wants to see him."
There was a lapse of silence as they waited for him to answer. "Are you done yet?" he said with a look that left Emma barely able to stifle her laughs. "If you remember correctly Harry never comes into Kelly's on Thursday. My cousin tends to avoid his ex, Ann-Marie, who comes in every Thursday."
Krissy groaned. "Sorry Eliza," she said apologetically.
Emma felt herself start to panic. Tonight had been a total waste of time. Then she caught Jones intense look aimed towards her. She could feel her heart beat faster. Perhaps tonight didn't have to be a waste.
Picking up her glass she tilted it back and downed all the alcohol. She was going to need it.
Present: The Jolly Roger, Neverland's Surrounding Waters
Emma stood on deck of The Jolly Roger. It was freezing out, but the cool air always helped to clear her head. Her hair flowed out behind her with the breeze. She looked up towards the sky, a thousand glittering stars hung above.
"She truly was a vision," Killian thought to himself. He walked over to her. "Are you alright love?" he asked.
Emma started at the sound of his voice. She tried to smile. "Hey, Killian,"
They had grown closer. They called each other by their given names and both felt that they could confide in each other. They had both gone through such similar trials and they found that they could easily understand and help the other. However, they both still denied the irrepressible attraction they had for one another since they had first met.
"Nightmares again?" he questioned.
"Yep," she sighed.
"Do you want to talk?" he didn't push her or invade her privacy, but was there as support if she needed it.
"I'd rather not," She looked over at him. He was not what she had expected. He was gentle and kind. Right now though, she didn't want comfort. All she really wanted was to get drunk and in a bed with him. It would allow her to forget- even if it was just for a while. But that was not an option. No. She had a family and responsibilities. As much as she liked to think that it would only be another one night stand she knew that it would happen more than once. She could barely fight her attractions for him anymore and she could tell he felt the same. But he was a gentleman and honored her wishes. He didn't even ask her to trust him. There had been so many times that they had almost kissed, that Emma had lost track. But she was even more wary now that the nightmares had come back.
They were different from before. These weren't of Henry or Neal. They were of a time and a man who Emma had long ago blocked out. She couldn't remember his face or even his name. Both had haunted her for so long, but that was years ago. The dreams brought her so many wonderful memories, but with each one the pain flooded in anew.
"If you change your mind Emma, I'm her,"
She looked up at him, not bothering to portray a false smile because he surely would see through it. She could see the concern in his impossibly blue eyes. She nodded and he walked away, but she could still feel his gaze upon her.
The dreams were of a blissful relationship she had once had. The only real one after Neal. It had not ended well though and it made her worry even more about a possible relationship with Hook. It was all too familiar and she wasn't going to let this pirate break her heart. She wasn't going to even give him the chance to.
Past: New York City, New York
She had only had two glasses and she could already feel the alcohol's effects on her. Somehow, she and Jones had been left alone in the billiards room. Now he was teaching her the art of pool.
She held the cue in her hands next to his. His arms wrapped around her. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. "It's a bit hot in her," she said, not sure if she was feeling hot because of the drinks or because of him.
"Yes, it is..." he responded while slipping her coat off her arms and letting it fall to the ground.
It was definitely because of him. Her skin burned as his hands touched her now bare shoulders. She wanted to think that it was just the alcohol making her feel this way, but she knew otherwise. She reached for her glass and took another gulp, supplying herself with more liquid courage. She turned around in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. Emma's fingers played with his hair as Jones wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
His tongue pressed against her lips, begging for entrance and she gave it. Their tongues tangled as Emma fought to enter his mouth as well.
It seemed to pass too quickly as Emma pulled away first, gasping for breath. She only got one quick breath of air though as he pulled her back into the kiss. Emma's eyelids fluttered closed and the kiss seemed to last forever, until it was suddenly over.
They both needed to breathe this time and again the kiss seemed too short. Jones didn't loosen his grip on her though.
"I think we should continue this somewhere else beautiful," he said in a low voice that made Emma's knees weak. "I have 'bout two hours left to work," he smirked at how her face fell. "But I can get someone to cover for me."
He scooped up Emma's coat and handed it to her as she intertwined her left hand with his right. They slipped out of the billiards room and into the bar. They reached the steep stairs and he turned towards the counter. Krissy sat there flirting with a blond bartender with thick black glasses.
"Dirk, cover for me will you?" Jones called out to the young man.
He stared at them in shock, just as all the other men in the bar did. There was a wicked smile on Krissy's face and jealous glares were aimed at Emma from the other women.
Jones paid no attention to these and led her up the stairs without waiting for Dirk's answer. They reached the top of the stairs and he stopped. "There's something you should know beautiful,"
"What?" the look in his eyes scared her. He seemed unsure and she desperately hoped that there wasn't someone else.
He reached his right hand over to his left wrist. He removed the prosthetic hand and looked to Emma.
"He was worried about that?" she thought to herself.
She wrapped her arms around him again and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his lips. It took a moment for him to respond, shocked by her actions. But he did respond. He wrapped his muscular arms around her thin body and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. His tongue entered her mouth and he searched it, trying to memorize everything about her. He could taste bourbon on her lips just as she could taste rum on his.
Finally, Emma pulled away, biting his bottom lip as she did so.
"Stop tempting me darling or I'll have to take you right here and now."
Emma gasped and drew away from him at his words, but didn't let go of his hand. "Well, I guess we'll just have to get to you apartment soon."
He led her to the third door and backed her up against it. He fiddled with his keys and put them into the door without turning them.
Meanwhile, Emma slowly undid the buttons on his black leather vest. It was the only thing covering his chest. Emma ran her fingers over his muscular chest and dark chest hair.
"Beautiful, there is just one more problem. You and I both know that your name is not really Eliza. So I can't very well continue to call you that,"
Jones slowly ran his stump up her side. Emma sharply drew a breath as her eyelids flickered closed. She lasted only a few more seconds. "Emma," she gasped.
"Emma," he growled deeply into her neck.
He opened the door and quickly closed it behind them. And the festivities began.
So that's chapter two. I hope you liked it! To all of you who favorite/followed thanks so much, I love you guys! I will try to post the next chapter soon. It will probably be about the same length as this one. Please review! (Or favorite or follow if you aren't already) I appreciate your support. I am sorry to anyone who thought this was going to be a really sweet and fluffy fic. I think the first chapter was rather misleading. I hope you liked it though, I know I did.(; Love and Hugs!