A/N: Thanks for all of the really kind feedback and for reading this story! It's taken a few days to update, simply because of all of the other stories I'm juggling, but hope you like this next chapter. As promised, there will be smut.

Following Killian as they walked hand in hand through the busy streets, Emma felt the strangest sense of right. She had no idea where they were headed, genuinely no clue but there was no doubt that where he led, she would be happy. Right now, all she could really think about was his reaction and that incredible kiss. She'd been brave and that bravery had been rewarded. It was a bubbling sort of joy deep in her gut that kept a smile plastered on her face despite the chill in the air tonight.

"We're nearly there," he looked over to her and suddenly the chill was gone. The look in his eyes was warm enough to keep her going no problem.

"And where is there?" She asked.

"Have a little faith, love. Trust me." With that he was turning down a side street and they were standing in front of this out of place manor house. How could something this grand be standing just past Kenmore square? And how had she never noticed it before? Then Killian was opening the gate in front of the house and leading her through.

"Killian, I don't know if this is a good idea." He squeezed her hand lightly.

"Not to worry love, I have the key." As he put it into the front door and then entered a code into the side of the door Emma finally noticed the plaque hanging on the door. JNS Trust Greenhouse. That was strange - Emma hadn't noticed a green house from the street. Then the door was opening and Killian flicked on the lights and Emma's breath caught. The tasteful front of the building looked like a place trapped in time. Everything was Victorian in style and immaculately kept. Ripped from the pages of a novel or the set of a period film, the house was separate from the rest of the world. As if surrounded by some sort of magical barrier, it repelled the hustle and bustle and instead supplied this quiet sort of calm and wonder Emma found invigorating.

"It's gorgeous, but why are we here?" Killian smiled and raised her hand to his lips before leading her through the house to the back where the namesake actually resided. Inside the room, lit only by the full moon and small twinkling lights, Emma felt like the Princess in some magical fairytale. This place was too beautiful to be real and was filled with a plethora of gorgeous flowers, some she knew, most she didn't. She let go of Killian's hand to move around and see the different blossoms, reveling in the foreignness of such an excursion.

"It's the first of many JNS Trust endowments for the city. The space will open in a few weeks time to the public. Our way of giving back to a place that's made us feel nothing but welcome." Emma nodded. Clearly their business was doing far better than she'd anticipated if they could afford to buy something like this just to donate it. It was so beautiful though that the generosity seemed even more extravagant. At the very center of the huge space was an unexpected display that incorporated a huge variation of flowers made into…. Was that a Swan?! It had to be a coincidence right?

"Do you like it, love?" Emma nodded but struggled to find the words. He'd made this for her? But he was heart broken wasn't he?

"I don't understand," she said bluntly.

"I stumbled across this house the night that we first met. Do you remember?" Emma nodded. Mary Margaret had invited Emma Ruby and Belle with her to dinner and the north end to meet David and Killian and Will. The night was filled with easy conversation and the spark of attraction. They'd wandered from the dimly lit café to Mike's Pastry and grabbed dessert. Emma thought that things were finally looking up. He made her want like no one else had. But at the end of the night he left and the next day Mary Margaret mentioned a girlfriend in New York. It was then Emma had realized that this was one sided and she'd felt like a completely and utter idiot.

"Leaving that night made me restless. I couldn't sleep so I started walking and I ended up here. It was in disrepair, but underneath the sad, shoddy façade I saw what this place had been – what it could be again. There I was staring at a blasted building thinking how painfully I could relate. I've been on my own a long time Emma. It's easier that way, but that night you made me hope that maybe there was better than a life of loneliness." He moved closer to her and his hand stroked up her arm. Her heart was nearly bursting out of her chest. His words were perfect, they sounded just like her thoughts except the biggest problem. Remembering made her step back and try desperately to throw her walls back up against the only man who could seem to tear the down.

"You were with someone else, though."

"Excuse me?"

"Your girlfriend in New York."

"I don't know what you think you know, love, but I do not nor have I ever had a girl friend in that blasted city." Emma blinked up in surprise. What the hell?

"But Mary Margaret said there was someone there. She worked for a hedge fund or something and then tonight she told me you guys broke up." Killian shook his head.

"That would be Will, love. Will had the Wall Street girlfriend with the heart made of ice." Emma's thoughts were going a mile a minute. She was replaying each conversation with Mary Margaret and now realized she couldn't remember Killian's name ever being said specifically.

"Seriously?! Well why the hell was Mary Margaret telling me about Will when it's obviously you I like!" The outburst had Killian pulling her in for another kiss and this time Emma gave over completely. He was free, or rather he was hers. He'd done this for her. He'd built her this little oasis in the middle of her city, a magical garden in the midst of the concrete jungle. Then he was pulling back and his forehead was pressed against hers as he spoke softly.

"You fancy me then, Emma?"

"I just sang you that ridiculous song in front of a bar full of people and you're really gonna ask me if I fancy you?" He laughed.

"My apologies, lass, clearly you're as crazy for me as I am for you."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" She asked. Surely he'd known.

"I saw how hard it was for Dave to be torn between two cities, only spending half of his time with the woman he loved and I didn't want to force the same sort of arrangement on you. I wanted to make sure that when I asked you, I'd have everything to give. And now I do." Emma didn't understand.

"So you're moving to Boston full time?"

"Aye, love. There was nothing keeping me in New York. My heart's been here for months." Emma pulled him in by the collar and kissed him again. Her hands made their way under his shirt and as she felt the bare skin covering defined muscles she shivered. She wanted way more right now than this green house would allow.

"Does this house have bedrooms?" The shakiness she anticipated sounded more seductive than Emma would have thought possible and she watched as his eyes darkened with desire as he gave a quick nod.

"Good. Show me."

"Are you sure love. I –" She pressed another kiss to his mouth, this one softer, filled with reassurance.

"I've been waiting for this for months, Killian. I need this. I need you." That was all he needed and the next thing she knew he had her swept up in his arms only adding to the same sort of fairytale feel she'd had earlier. She playfully hit his chest.

"I can walk you know. I'm not some helpless maiden."

"No, helpless you are not, Emma. But you are a goddess and deserving of everything. Let me give this to you." Her throat tightened with emotion and she felt tears threatening to well into her eyes but she nodded silently and then he was off leading her up the stairs to the second floor which was as beautifully restored as the first. The room he led her to was beautifully furnished, but most importantly, it was home to a large bed which was about all Emma needed at this point. When he placed her back down on her feet, she immediately reached to her side and unzipped her dress. As she stepped out of it she felt a surge of confidence at Killian's reaction. His face told her that he was simultaneously in awe and turned on. Not a bad combo for her ego.

"Lose the clothes, Jones." Killian quickly complied but his eyes still held a sort of laughter. She knew deep in her gut that he preferred control and the thought of him exerting it over her in bed made her hungrier for him. Nevertheless he stripped in front of her and she grew hotter, wetter. The anticipation was killing her and she couldn't keep from touching him anymore. She pulled him in for a scorching kiss with hands roaming and the feel of his hands on her exposed flesh set her blood thrumming with a dizzying beat. She felt so much and yet not enough. Then he was maneuvering them to the bed and removing her white lace bra.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Emma."

"You've been imagining me, huh?" Her attempt at continued seduction sounded far breathier than she wanted, but Emma needed to keep talking or she'd completely lose succumb to her lust.

"Constantly, love. And it's left me with a few ideas of how to pleasure you." His hand traced lower and then he was playing with one of her nipples. The pressure was so good and she moaned urging him to continue. Next thing she knew the other was in his mouth and she was unraveling fast, caving to the sensations. His hand trailed down her stomach until it traced the seam of her very flimsy lace panties. Her breathing was rough and staggered. Then he removed the nipple from his mouth and started talking again and the gravely tone only stirred her into more of a frenzy.

"Are you wet for me, Emma?"

"God yes." He smiled and his fingers made their way to her center pulling another loud groan from her. His thumb circled her clit and she felt lightheaded from the bliss his touch ignited.

"Fuck you are so tight, love. I need to get you ready." The words barely processed and then he was working her with his fingers towards an orgasm the likes of wish she'd never had. No one else was able to make her feel this wound up and then she was spiraling into release and the fact that he'd done it all with his hand made her flush. Sex like this didn't exist for her. She was hardly a virgin, but getting off took time and effort and a lot of her own work. For him to understand her so thoroughly felt cosmic. Words like perfect and fated danced around in the back of her mind but were replaced by the lingering sensations that coursed throughout her.

How the hell was she going to survive the rest of him if he was this good at basic foreplay? She didn't have long to consider that fact before he was kissing her again and then trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck past her breasts and down her stomach. When he kissed the inside of her thigh she practically squeaked and then he was there and she was watching with rapt attention as he sucked and licked her.

It was the basis of so many of her late night fantasies but the real thing was in the process of incinerating her. What would be left after this much exquisite pleasure? How the hell did people just get up and live life when this sort of magic existed? She didn't know and she didn't fucking care. He was using his tongue to satisfy her clit then his fingers were back pushing her to a second release that made the first one seem tame. At another time she might be embarrassed at her calling his name and thrusting towards his face in an attempt at more friction but she couldn't conjure the emotion now. This man was a god and knew everything she liked, every spot to savor and focus on to make her cum and she couldn't feel anything but lucky as hell. Now, however, it was time to turn the tables on him. She wanted him to feel as helpless and sated.

She pulled him back to her for a kiss and used the motion to push him onto his back beside her. Then she was straddling him and running her hands along his chest.

"You're not the only one with fantasies, Killian." The responding growl from deep in his chest prompted Emma to take his cock firmly in hand and start to work him.

"Fuck, Emma I won't last with teasing."

"Who said anything about teasing?" Then she moved lower, trailing kisses down his body as he had to her and watched him as she took him into her mouth. There in his face was that same sense of shameless abandon she'd felt only moments ago and it fueled her to take him further.

"Bloody hell, love I'm going to cum." She heeded the warning but continued on and watched as the man she's come to love found the release he'd no doubt been waiting for.

"That was – that was-"

"Amazing I know," Emma said as she lay beside him but then he was moving on top of her and she was genuinely surprised.

"We are far from over, Swan." Emma noted that he was getting hard again already and she was more turned on then ever. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table that he assured her had been meant for a later date and she laughed. They took their time exploring each other and getting each other worked up all over again and then he was there, filling her and making her feel whole in a way she'd never known before.

"Killian, don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Never love." With his promise and the accompaniment of his thumb stroking her clit she was lost and he followed. They lay there together, both incredibly happy and finally feeling like the world was as it should be when he said it.

"I love you, Emma." The words flooded her chest with raw energy but it wasn't fear. It was ecstasy.

"Good." She burrowed into his chest and treasured the warmth of his skin and how perfectly she fit in his arms. "I love you too." The tightening of his embrace made her feel safe and whole and Emma wished this sense of belonging never went away. She wanted tomorrow and the next day and the one after that. For the first time in her life, she wanted forever.

Emma woke to sunlight streaming in the large room and saw that Killian was still sleeping. She took a moment to luxuriate in the feel of his arms around her, and the even rise and fall of his chest. He looked so peaceful in sleep and her fingers itched to brush back the lock of dark hair that currently fell over his forehead.

This was the part where historically Emma started to panic. If history was to repeat itself her legs would be shaking, her mind would be restless and the urge to flee would be strong. So strong that it would carry her from this bed, from this house and back to her loft in Cambridge Square. Not today though. Today she felt like leaving would physically pain her. She doubted anything could tear her from this bed, from this man.

"Don't be a fuckin moron, Smee! You're afraid of heights. Get off tha laddah."

"The job says window cleaning and I'm damn well gonna do it, Tink!"

What the fuck? Emma thought to herself. Those voices sounded like they were right outside. Then she heard a thumping against the wall and was near positive that they were. She pulled the sheets tighter around her.

"Killian. Killian!" He startled awake.

"Emma?! Emma, love, what's wrong?" He was blinking away sleep and sitting up on red alert now. She whispered.

"Did you hire people to clean the windows?"

"Aye love, but they shouldn't be here until…" he looked at his phone on the bedside table, "oh fuck, right now." At that exact moment the man Emma had to assume was Smee appeared before the window and Emma watched as the small, round man looked inside, saw the two of them and very nearly fell off of the ladder.

"Shit! Abandon ship. The boss is in!" Emma heard the painfully fast pace the man made his way down at and watched as Killian ran a hand through his hair, still a little slowed from sleep. She started laughing and couldn't stop until she was giggling like a little girl. The moment was embarrassing. This wasn't Killian's home – it was going to be a public building soon. But God it was so funny Emma couldn't stop. Killian was laughing too and when Emma told him what she'd been thinking just before he'd woken up it only made her laugh more. Finally after a few moments, they decided that politeness (and a normal level of human decency) required them to get dressed and get out of there so the groundskeepers could do their work.

"Sorry about that Mr. Smee." Killian scratched his ear in a gesture Emma had come to understand signaled his embarrassment. The man merely turned red and incoherently rambled about it not being a problem. Meanwhile Emma looked over to his female companion and was shocked. She knew this woman. They were neighbors!

"Tink? Tink is that you?"

"Emma? What are you doing here?"

"Honestly-" she moved closer to Tink so only she could here, "getting caught sleeping with your boss by your friend over there." Tink's mouth dropped open.

"How do you know Captain Hottie?"

"Captain Hottie, that's a good one. I can tell you all about it later. Maybe sometime when I'm not mid walk of shame." Tink laughed but nodded.

"Perhaps you'd like to introduce me to your friend, love." Killian said behind her and Emma grinned.

"Oh right! Killian Jones this is Tink. Tink this is Killian." Killian extended his hand and Tink took it amiably.

"Tink, quite an interesting moniker." Tink laughed.

"My parents named me Olive, which I hated. Like really hated. Then I hit high school and figured out I was good at tinkering with machines. The name stuck." Killian nodded.

"I never knew that," Emma mused and Tink raised an eyebrow.

"You thought my parents named me Tink?" Emma shrugged.

"I definitely never would have guessed Olive." Tink's fake shudder at the mention of her name drew a laugh from the group but then Killian remarked on the lateness of the hour and he and Emma made their way past the gate and back into the city beyond. She held onto his arm as they walked and leaned against his shoulder.

"Thank you for last night," Emma said. He stopped and pulled her to his chest, his thumb swiped at her cheek and his smile felt warmer than the sunlight on her skin.

"Thank you, Emma. But I should warn you, now that I have you, I'm inclined never to let you go." He waited a beat to see her reaction.

"Do you see me going anywhere?"

"No, Swan." Then they were kissing again, ignoring the passing people and the blaring of the Boston traffic. When they pulled apart, Emma felt a tingling of sadness.

"What's wrong, love?" He looked genuinely concerned and held her just a little tighter as if she may slip away.

"I don't want to say goodbye." He released a breath he'd been holding in relief and she tilted her head in question.

"That's not a problem. We simply won't. It's well past time for breakfast and a gentleman never leaves his woman hungry." He kissed her gently before taking stock of their surroundings and eventually flagging down a cab. When the driver asked where to, Killian instructed him to head towards the medical district.

"The place is up on the right. It's called Granny's."

"You know Granny's?" Emma asked

"Um, yes. I take it you do too."

"Granny is Granny Lucas, as in Ruby Lucas."

"Small world."

"And getting smaller. Look who's here already." Emma looked out to see Mary Margaret, David, Ruby and was that the hot cowboy bartender? Way to go Ruby! And she knew a way to go was in order, because, like Emma herself, Ruby was still in last night's dress. As Killian settled with the cabby, Emma called out.

"God this city's really gone to shit." Her friends turned towards her and she watched as both Mary Margaret and Ruby jumped up and down, audience be damned, and started squealing like little kids.

"I knew it, I knew it! Tell me everything!" Ruby demanded.

"How about later, when he's not five feet away?" It was only then that the two of them seemed to realize Killian was here too. Instantly they calmed down and looked the picture of cool but Emma knew underneath they were still dying for details.

"So you finally got your shit together, Jones. Took you long enough." The comment from David wasn't meant for her ears but Killian's response made her flush with pleasure.

"Perfection doesn't happen over night. And in Emma I've found perfection."

"Your boyfriend is adorable," Ruby mused louder than strictly necessary.

"That he is," Killian quipped and Emma let out an exasperated sigh. Then she turned to the hot bartender.

"Graham right? Graham this is my boyfriend Killian." Killian's grin only grew wider as he extended his hand to Graham who happily took it.

"Oh I know who you are. Took me damn near twenty minutes to get Ruby to stop gossiping with Mary Margaret when you left and ask her back to my place."

"You're proactive. That's good. You'll need that with Ruby." Ruby seemed about to chastise Emma but the blonde demanded grilled cheese and onion rings immediately and the six of them headed in. They were seated right away by Granny herself and it was only then that Emma thought to ask about their missing BFF.

"So where's Belle?"

"She and Will left right after you guys did. Something about a midnight movie at that artsy theater over by Emerson." Mary Margaret was beaming at the fact that all of her friends now seemed matched up. Meanwhile Emma looked to Ruby who lived with her. Surely she would know more.

"She said it went well. Actually her words were 'fantastically well' but she was just waking up when we got here so I'm bringing her chocolate chip pancakes back." Emma smiled at that and then reached for Killian's hand under the table. He leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"I love you, Emma." She whispered it back just as one of the servers was bringing by their standard drink orders. One coffee and one hot chocolate with cinnamon and whipped cream per person. Mary Margaret raised her mug of cocoa in the air.

"To fantastically well."

"To fantastically well," the others replied and as Emma clinked her glass against Killian's she had that feeling again, like she'd found home.

Post-Note: I know I said this would be a 3 parter, but I've been struck by some inspiration and am debating extending it a bit. The ideas can either be incorporated here or saved for another story. Thoughts?