The next morning, the murmur of voices from downstairs woke Emma and she stretched, moaning softly at her achy muscles. Her intention had not been to sleep with her boyfriend with her parents downstairs, but there had been too many emotions exchanged last night and despite them both being exhausted, they'd given in to the desire that had been gradually building up between them. And though Emma had thoroughly enjoyed herself, muscles she hadn't remembered existed were now aching in protest. But she ignored them and rolled over to snuggle into the warm pirate next to her, whose arm went around her waist. Emma slipped a knee between his in an effort to get even close.

"Good Morning, Swan," Killian said, his voice deep and husky with sleep.

"Morning," Emma mumbled back. She slowly opened her eye and blinked a little as they adjusted to the sunlight peaking through the blinds and met his deep blue ones looking back at her. His hand was trailing light patterns on her naked back. "You don't think they heard us last night, do you?"

"I can't imagine," he assured her, "everyone seemed pretty tired."

"I hope you're right," she said. "I really need my own place." She snuggled closer and rested a hand on his chest over his heart.

"So you keep telling me." Killian chuckled and kissed her lips lightly. "I suppose we ought to go down for breakfast." He moved his hand to play with the hair that had fallen over her shoulder.

"I suppose," Emma sighed. "But you're so warm, and it's cold in here. And we finally have a quiet moment, that I seem to recall someone telling me I'm supposed to enjoy."

"Aye, and that still holds true." Killian brushed her cheek with the back of his hand before cupping it and brushing his thumb across her face. "But I don't want your parents to worry, and," he flashed her that signature grin that made her knees weak and her stomach tighten, "I'm quite certain your father is waiting for me downstairs with his sword drawn."

Emma laughed softly. "I don't know. Despite his over-protective-dad act, I think he's coming around. He was the one who suggested you stay here last night."

"True," Killian admitted with a shrug. "But if he'd known we'd be, how did you put it, 'pillaging and plundering',' I'm not sure he would have been so accommodating."

"No, but I'm a big girl," she replied with a smirk, her hand sliding down his chest, across his toned stomach and lower, "I can do all the pillaging and plundering I want."

Killian's member twitched as her hand brushed it, but he used his hook to gently remove it, lift it over her head and pin it to her pillow as he rolled her onto her back and he leaned over her. "Aye, love. But if they didn't hear you last night, they certainly will now," he said and bent his head, placing his lips on the pulse point in her neck.

Emma moaned as, despite his warning, Killian kissed his way along her neck, down her shoulder, and lower to latch onto a breast, giving it a suck before running his tongue along her sensitive nipple. "Killian," she said, "my parents…"

He just grinned at her. "Just be quiet love, and they'll never know." He leaned forward to place a kiss behind her ear and his hand moved to her core, finding her already warm and hot. "Besides, you're clearly ready for some more plundering," he whispered huskily in her ear before sliding into her. "And it's bad form to leave a lady wanting."

This time was rushed and urgent, unlike the night before when they wanted more time to enjoy each other. This was frantic, hard and fast, and they both had to contain their cries of passion so they didn't alert the whole loft they were awake and being naughty.

A short time later, when they finally emerged downstair, freshly showered and looking refreshed just as Snow was placing a plate full of pancakes on the table.

"Good morning," she greeted them with a bright smile.

David was already seated at the table and looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "Morning," he said, smiling at Emma but his smile faded a bit when he looked at Killian. "Didn't think you'd be here this morning, Killian," he said. "I figured you'd go back to Granny's once Emma's got home."

"He was asleep when I got here," Emma said. "It seemed mean to wake him up, so I just let him sleep."

"Aye," Killian replied. "Having one's heart ripped out and controlled by the Dark One rather takes a toll on a man."

"I suppose so," David replied matter of factly.

"Did you sleep alright?" Snow asked, jumping in to try and break the tension. "I hope the baby didn't wake you, he got a bit fussy early this morning."

"No," Emma replied, a slight blush coming to get cheeks. "We didn't hear him."

"I believe we both slept quite contented," Killian said, giving Emma a wink.

Her blush deepened and her eyes widen in surprise. He was not making innuendos about them in front of her parents. She shot him a look before turning to her mother. "Do you need any help?" She asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Sure," Snow answered. "I'll get the rest of the food if you set the table."

Emma followed her mother to the kitchen and went to the cupboard where the plates were kept, pulling down four of them.

"So," Snow said as she spooned the scrambled eggs out of the pan they were in and into a serving bowl. "You seem to be glowing this morning. I take it everything is good between you and Killian?"

"Mom!" Emma exclaimed, shutting the cupboard door harder than she meant too. "Yes, everything is fine," she said. "Better than fine, but I am not having this conversation with you." She moved to the drawer the silverware was kept.

"What?" Snow asked innocently. "You are literally glowing this morning, it must be your magic. So...I just assumed you and Killian had finally worked things out. I wasn't implying anything."

"Right," Emma smirked. "And what do you mean I'm glowing? I'm not..." Emma looked down at her hands and saw that her skin did seem to have taken on a slight sheen, almost like she'd been lightly sprinkled with pixie dust. "Crap!" She swore and blushed bright red. "You don't think David saw do you?"

"I don't know," Snow replied, grabbing a plate of bacon and the bowl of eggs. "But I won't tell if he didn't. Just promise me you'll be...you know, safe."

Emma rolled her eyes and turned to exit the kitchen with the plates and silverware. "We are definitely not having that conversation."