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Hope you're enjoying the story so far. 2 updates 1 day. I spoil you. No need to worry Hook is here and Emma is on her way.

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Killian normally found himself by the docks when he was lost in his thoughts, he just couldn't help himself. Dusk was his favorite time of the day. Ah, stood at the helm of the Jolly Rodger as the sky begins its dance of many colours. Emma maybe his home but the sea was in his blood and by gods he missed her.

It had been 3 months since he and his Swan, yes his Swan, (he was still in shock that she had started to let him in,) had returned from their adventure into the past. Overall it had gone rather well. Emma had been bold, courageous, bloody brilliant and stubborn, far too independent and heroic. He would still tease her about the last one, it as he was yet to decided whether it was a good or a bad quality to have. Despite a few mishaps here and there and rewriting how the 'Charmings' True Love story came to be, Emma had finally found her home. She was Happy. She was where she belonged. Henry had found some houses for Emma to look at so they could have a permanent place to live. They had both agreed that this was the one as soon as they walked in. A small little cottage by the beach. Killian still kept his room at the inn but he spent most of his time with them at theirs. He did think Emma had noticed but if she did she did nothing about. He felt his heart warm at this thought. He could live with being landlocked. He found it quite easy with Emma by his side.

They had decided that courting, or 'dating' as Henry called it, would progress at a steady pace. They would take their time being with each other, to get to know one another. He would not push, well not that much, he still was a pirate after all. Emma would say it was for Henry's sake but he knew better. The lad was thrilled that his mother was letting someone in, even more so by the fact that someone was a pirate. 'Cool' Henry had called it, which in this world was a good thing. The kid had even aided him with a few suggestions that were common place in this realm. Flowers and chocolate and other such things. Chuckling to himself, this land did have strange way to talk with one another but some of the customs could be tolerated.

'To be honest, I feel the same way' he thought to himself. He would not fuck this up. There had been many dalliances since Milah. Meaningless nights of pure lust and sex with a fair maiden or two. He would give them Captain Hook, firm plundering pirate with a cock to really give them something to scream to gods about. He would never pay for their company, every single woman would come to his bed wanting and willing. He just had one rule. He didn't kiss them on the lips. Those kisses, in his eye's, were saved for loved ones and he did not love anymore, not back then. Things would be different with Emma. Things are different with her. Gods even the mere thought of her name would bring a twitch to his muscle below his belt. He didn't want one night with her, he wanted many nights and then even more, every last one. He dreamed of nights were he could marvel at his princess. Take in every glorious inch of her soft alabaster skin, memorize every curve of her sweet breasts, firm ass, long smooth legs that go on for miles. Wishing to kiss the heat between her thighs, see her face and feel her as she falls apart around him. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear while she moans his name. No matter how much his mind imagined what her body would look like, he knew the real thing would be infinitely better. Pressure in his pants was starting to heighten.

Dame not now, calm down Jones.

On more than one occasion he had to calm himself or the town would know what the delightful sheriff did to him. So far, they had done lunch and dinner almost every day, choosing to get take out from Granny's most evenings and go at her house, away from prying eyes. He stole kisses were he could. These kisses were what life is for. The simple touch of her skin sent a burning to his core, feeding the fire of lust growing within him. If all he could for the rest of his life was kiss, he would be a happy man but when they did break, gods help him. Gods help her.

Their first kiss was all passion in the heat of Neverland. That one had caught him off guard. A constant fight for dominance. He didn't think she would actually kiss and not like that. He had hoped, he knew she had done it to prove a point and not because she had or knew she had feelings for him yet. He could tell that something had changed at that point. Their second kiss was outside Granny's. (He didn't count the one in New York and the one in the past. Both of those time they were not themselves, she did not know who she was and he did not deserve to remember his Swans lips.) He had told Emma how he came to reach her in New York. It was all emotion, trust and acceptance. Her lips had been soft and the lightest contact with them sent shear ecstasy to his whole body. There had been no battle. She had seen that he had never and would never leave. To her he was no longer Captain Hook but Killian Jones. They were just Emma and Killian. Captain Killian Jones the ego in his head spoke up. He may not have a ship but he was still a Captain.

The kisses that came after that night were sweet and chased like they had been doing it for years. They were longing and full of need, letting her know he was ready to move forward when she was. Heated and angry, soft and gentle, he could not think of a way that he had not kissed her. Secretly the ones he enjoyed the most were the ones that made him feel truly young again. Completely content to just kiss for hours on end, devoting his lips to every exposed bit of skin he could find, though he would never ever admit it to anyone except maybe her.

Killian heard the sound of someone walking down to the docks to him. The sense of familiarity washed over him like a breath of fresh air, the sound, the smell, the tingle throughout his body. Today was not going to be a bore after all.

'Ah Swan, how might I be of servi-' As he turned around, he stopped. How could he have been so wrong? This was not his Swan, in fact he couldn't recall seeing this lass anywhere in the town.

'Apologies lass, I thought you were someone else.' Scratching behind his ear in embarrassment, a slight rouge covering his cheeks. Killian Jones Bushing, He Did Not!

'No need Captain.' He noted the calm in her voice, the slow rocking in her tone and the small sigh at the end.

Killian looked upon her, appraising her further as she moved passed his right hand side, staring out at the sea to the horizon. Perching on a stack of crates, he studied her. She was small and slender but didn't look frail, the black eye and the way she was holding her wrist said she was hurt but it didn't seem to faze her. Tough Lass. Skin was not fair or dark, but a sweet mix of the two. Dark brown eye glistened in the light. Her movements were almost fluid with each action flowing seamlessly into the next. Light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, noting that it was tightly knotted, in a fashion, across the left side of the head, like rope. She wore white tight-fitting jeans that formed around her like a second skin. Dark navy flats matched a form-fitting leather jacket trimmed with red and yellow. It reminded him of the jackets gave to naval officers upon graduating, though this was worn in and weather-beaten, not unlike his own jacket. He smiled over the memory of the day Liam gave him his.

The silence between them was making Killian uncomfortable, he hear he sharp intake of breath as she leaned against a lighting pole for extra support. She was more hurt than he initially thought. He could not shake the feeling that he knew this women from somewhere in his past.

'I see the sea soothes you, Miss...' trying to pull her from her thoughts, lingering on the last word hoping to draw a name out of her.

'Oh...well...Captain what would you like to call me?' That knocked the air out of him, surely the town knew that he and Emma were together. Wow ego big enough pirate. She winked at him goading him to play along with her. In the past he would have risen to that challenge, but he didn't, he was a bit taken a back. He caught her eyes, she was on the verge of breaking into laughter.

'You can call me Joy, ….I suppose.' Killian relaxed more raised an eyebrow questioningly, leaning back into the crates. I didn't feel like a lie but...

'So, what do keep yourself busy with these days Capti-'

'Killian.' he interjected.

'If we are on first name terms lass, call me Killian.' Since Swan had chosen him, he had tried with varying degrees of success to get the town to call him by his given names. Most moved to Jones or Killian with no fuss but others were harder to convince. The Crocodile, it would seem would call him Hook for the foreseeable future. ' I keep well enough helping out the Lady Swan when needed. Learning this realms contraptions.' Surely this was still magic, just different magic. 'It does seem that being a pirate is not a profession considered within this town.'

'Did you have many adventures?'

A child's excitement filled her empty grey eye's, I'm sure they were brown not a few moments ago, he could not say no to her. Killian regaled her with the tale of the ferocious storm at sea near the kingdom of Prince Eric. With only 3 crewmen and himself, they had managed the night with their lives intact. He had out run a curse to find Emma, single-handedly, but when Poseidon is angry, having more than a hand and hook had its advantages. The story about the time that he and Tink got so drunk on Neverland never failed to put a smile on someone's face. Yes yes laughing at my expense. When he woke up he had lost his hook, it took almost 3 weeks to find it. He was so angry. Smee had never feared for his life, all because a little snigger fell out when the Captain informed him of his misadventure. His favourite was when two new young member of the crew had gone aboard to take their share of the plunder. They had picked a larger truck between the two of them, shocked to find them full of beautiful, expensive dresses. 'I made them wear one for the rest of the day to teach them to always check before you take.'

A smile reappeared on her face, a small spilt on her mouth spilt further. She winced. Other than that, she had gasped, Oooo'ed and Ahhhh'ed in all the right places. Killian thought a few times that she was doing it prematurely as if she had heard the tale before, unlikely, he must have imagined it. Still, he did not feel on edge but there something in the air, thick with something.

Sitting there for some time now, there was very light in the sky. The lights in town were coming on. Shame the ones on the dock had not worked for a few weeks. He needed to remind Regina to pass some of the town budget his way as he was running the docks. Luckily there was enough moonlight so they could still see quite well.

'You talk like it was your home, your ship, …. sorry she was your home, I know how sea folk can be with the gender of their ships.' She had noticed that he was about to interrupt and guess what it was about.

'Do you miss her? The Jolly Rodger I mean.' She asked tentatively. Killian was not used to people outside of his new family wanting to know about him. Convinced the town just put up with him for Emma's sake. Something about the way she spoke reminded him of a family member, he searched hard to remember if this was what it was like with Liam. He lowered his head. He did need to talk to someone about the Jolly. Someone who he would not make feel guilty if he spoke too fondly of her.

'Yes Joy, I miss her. Out there, the spray in my face, the creek of the wood beneath my feet telling me everything I need to know about the sea beneath her. The freedom that come with it. To wake up at dawn and let the wind take you.' The smile on her face was the most honest look he had seen her give in all the time they were talking. She understood.

'Ah my ship, she was beautiful. The feel of her between my hands, she knew my every move, we weathered every storm, fight and flight.' Killian pause and took in a deep breath. 'I would do what I did again.' No need to go into too much detail, as the trade of his beloved Jolly had spread through the town like wild-fire. He told Swan her mother could NOT keep a secret.

'Emma is where I belong and no treasure is worth more to me than her.'

Killian saw the lurch she made at the last comment it seemed to exacerbate the cough in her chest she couldn't pass. Her coughing became worse, pulling her hand away he saw that there was blood in her hand. Most likely broken ribs, very tough lass, I know how you feel. He stood up and moved next to her, raising his hand to take her arm.

'Come on lass you need to get you some medical attention. I'll wager by hook you have a few broken ri-'

!WHAM!

The moment his hand touched her, his eye's fluttered. He was hit with a colossal wave of emotion. How could he not recognise her? Gods, how was she a she? He need to know. He needed an explanation.

'Captain … I... I have to…..cough... this was... got to go'

She ran off. Killian stood rooted on the spot. When he thought today was not going to be a bore, this was not what he had expected. How was she here? How was she like this? What the hell had he done to her? He had promised him to keep her safe. Why had she just not told him who she was? Was she scared? The last part on the conversation was him say Emma was his only concern. 'Fuck.'

His legs were moving, though he could not recall when started. He need to find Emma she would know what to do.

He had to tell her.

She was running out of time.

He pulled the phone that Emma had given him for emergencies. Press the button he knew would call her.

'Swan'

'Killian is everything ok.'

'Granny's 15 minutes please.'

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