Part 2:

The red sun crept over the tree tops to the east as Emma skirted through the back alleyways of the sea port, making her way back to the castle. It wasn't too far of a walk but usually she left before the sun came up. Now it had nearly risen and she still had a way to go.

Luckily no one had followed her out of the port and she saw no sign of royal knights. It was just as she reached the edge of the port city when she realized she'd left her cloak in the pirate's quarters on his damn ship. Not her new cloak, the one she'd stolen, the entire reason why she had crazy shopkeepers chasing her and royal knights (from her own kingdom!) supposedly on her trail. No she'd left her old tattered cloak, the one she always wore on her excursions, and the one she decidedly couldn't live without. Now she simply must go back to the pirate's ship to retrieve it.

A small smile played on her lips remembering the night they shared tangled in each other's limbs for the better half of the night.

She reached into her rucksack and pulled out the stolen cloak. It flowed through her fingers like golden water, shiny and liquid. Swinging it around, she wrapped it tightly across her shoulders and pulled up the hood. She was far enough outside of the city she could wear it now. No one would see her creeping back into the castle anyway.

And no one did see her. It was like she was invisible. Emma brushed off the weirdness as she shed her clothing, tucked the cloak away in her trunk and slunk into feather mattress, asleep in minutes.

~!~

When he woke that morning she was gone. His bed sheets smelled like sex, alcohol and lavender, like her. A distant memory tugged on his mind, a light press of lips to his forehead and a promise for another night with her. He wondered why she did not stay if she planned to come back. It mattered not, yet the prospect of seeing Swan again excited him.

Not easily does Captain Hook fall for a woman. Not in hundreds of years had he in fact (most of those years were spent in Neverland with a lot of grown men and demon children, but that was beside the point). Captain Hook did not fall for beautiful green-eyed blonds with legs for days and enough stamina to keep up with even him!

But in all those years, he'd never met anyone like this Swan. She was captivating from the moment he found her in that alleyway. He was drawn to her by some unknown magnetic force; it was absolutely strange and yet exhilarating.

The woman was a bloody siren and that was his story and he was sticking to it. If they just happen to find each other again then another round of hot sex was certainly in order but that was all.

He rose from his bunk, his legs felt like led as he dragged himself around the cabin in search of his leather garb. What he found was Swan's cloak. Bollocks.

~!

Climbing out the hatch of his quarters, he breathed in the crisp morning air. The sun was rising in the east and the port's merchants were getting a start on setting up for morning trade. The deck was deserted just as he'd planned; the crew was hulled up back at the tavern. He made his way there, spotting Mr. Smee draped over a wheel barrel in the alley way. He didn't have the heart to wake him just yet.

The Looking Glass Inn's back door was fortunately open. Upon entering the tavern, Hook spotted two men at the bar. One rather large man standing behind a smaller more petite man who was leaning onto the bar speaking to the owner, Tom. The small man's tone grew hush as Hook hung back at the door, unable to hear their conversation. Tom was shaking his head and the men were leaving when Hook approached Tom.

"What's that all about, eh?" Hook slid a few gold coins across the counter for the man's troubles of letting his crew stay there.

"That was the shopkeeper, Rakesh. They were looking for a thief; a young woman. Apparently she stole something very valuable from him. They're saying they've alerted the Royal Knights."

"But they haven't found anything?" Hook asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Tom simply shrugged his shoulders as he turned back towards the kitchen.

Bollocks.

It didn't take long for word to travel around the port city that a thief was on the run and the Royal Knights had been alerted. Hook racked his memory trying to remember if anyone else had seen her last night or better yet if anyone had seen them together. Was Swan wearing her hood the whole night? He couldn't remember. All he knew as he walked back to the Jolly Roger was that if anyone did know she'd been with him then they'd come after him, have his bloody head!

There was nothing he could do now. He didn't know anything about this woman, where she lived or who she really was or if he'd ever see her again. But something in his gut told him that if someone did come after her, he'd protect her until the end.

~!~

Emma dozed for a while, trying to sleep off the alcohol and sex hang-over. After the night they had it was a miracle she could even stand let alone walk all the way back to the castle. Never had she been so ravished by a man, her taste for him felt like it could never be quenched. Laying her bed, her mind danced with thoughts him. She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of his hand and hook on her.

"Swan, you're so wet," he traced a finger through her folds, teasing her, as the cool metal of his hook found her hip. He hovered above her, watching her writhe at his touch.

"Captain, please." She panted when he slipped his finger inside, pumping gently, still teasing.

"Ooh, Swan, say it again."

"Captain, I need you—"

"Where do you need me, Swan?"

"I need you inside of me," she begged, carding her fingers through his delicious chest hair as they reached for his shoulders, pulling him close to her. Her mouth found his, seizing it and deepening their kiss immediately. Their tongues found each other tangling together. She sucked and bit his lower lip, eliciting a low growl from him.

Emma barely had a second to catch her breath as their mouths broke apart when she felt his length push into her in one swift motion. Exhaling the breath she didn't even know she was holding, she slid her hands down his back, cupping his perfect ass as he began to move. He slowly retreated, pulling out and then driving home. She pushed her hips into his, meeting every thrust as they swayed together. Their bodies molded to each other, fitting completely as one carnal instinct drove them both over the edge of desire.

Emma writhed at the memory, trying to control her moans in fear someone may walk in on her but she couldn't help herself as her fingers moved across her skin. Dipping into herself, she pictured his hook sliding between her folds, the cool, hard metal pushing against her.

~!

That night couldn't have come any sooner. She had watched the sun set in the west over the horizon from the tallest tower, counting the moments until she could escape the castle.

Now she was snaking through the corridors of the castle dawning her new cloak nearing the gardens. No one ever checked the gardens after sunset; it was her safest route out of the castle. She expected there to be extra guards on duty, maybe even a knight or two but she found nothing but the usual amount of security. The thought troubled her. There must be more Knights out in the village searching for the thief, Emma reasoned with herself. Whatever it was she hoped she'd brought enough gold to satisfy the shopkeeper so he would call off his search.

Clearing away the vines along the brick wall encasing the gardens, she began climbing her makeshift steps up the wall, but she might as well have been invisible because the guards that were there paid her no mind. Their attention still focused on the path in front of them. Her good luck, she thought as she tipped herself over the wall, landing smoothly on her feet, the cloak flapping around her ankles.

~!

As she neared the edge of town doubt began creeping into her mind. Maybe if she just left the cloak this would all end. She didn't need to keep it. But it was just so beautiful. No, she would pay for it like she planned, that was it. But she couldn't wear it otherwise she was sure to get caught. Emma turned down a side street, but as she passed a dark window something caught her eye. Or rather, the lack of something. She walked back in front of the window and she saw nothing. She had no reflection. The cloak still hung on her shoulders, the hood still fitted around her head and yet she saw nothing.

Then it finally sunk it. It was an invisibility cloak. She'd heard of these kinds of magical artifacts but never in this realm, let alone this kingdom, had she heard of it existing. Unclasping it, she pulled it off her shoulders and sure enough her reflection came into view. Well this just made things a lot easier, she thought as she made her way to the shop where she'd taken the cloak.

She neatly scrawled on some parchment, "for the cloak," rolled it up and tied it to the large pouch of gold coins she'd left in the mailbox. The shopkeeper would find it in the morning and in the mean time she'd find refuge with a certain pirate.

~!~

He'd been at the Looking Glass Tavern since sundown. He drank unaccompanied in the corner he'd sat in last night. Tonight it was not ale but a short glass of rum with a bottle on the side. He absentmindedly carved into the wood of the table when out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of a golden wave through the window. His mind had been someplace else, he probably just imagined it. But something pulled at his insides, an instinct telling him to go into the alleyway. The same instinct had driven him into the alleyway the previous night, the night that he met Swan. He kept telling himself it wasn't important, that if she came back again it wouldn't matter, trying to convince himself that he wasn't waiting for her to appear.

Ah, What the hell? He made his way to the back door to the alley. When he opened it, it was like a vision, how was it possible to already forget how beautiful she was? Because there she stood, Swan, in the dark alley, shining like the sun.

But she was a tidal wave, washing over him, destroying his ability to stand straight, to think straight, to do anything at all. And then they were kissing, lips crashing together in a violent need to devour each other. His back pressed into the brick wall as the light from the bar blinked out with the crash of the closing door. He pulled her flush against him, his hand and hook straining to touch every inch of her. They were breathless and wearing too many clothes.

"Swan," he croaked, his voice husky from disuse. She exhaled into his neck, but she did not release him from her grasp.

"I had to see you again." She sighed into his ear, her hot breath chilling him beneath his coat. He fumbled to untangle himself from her and found her hand. Grasping it tightly he guided her wordlessly into the black night.

~!~

Emma's back was pressed firmly into the cabin wall, Hook against her. Their bodies molded together becoming one entity as their mouths searched each other hungrily. Exploring each other, slowly and anxiously all at once they were fused together. His hand scoped her bodice, ridding her of the corset she'd worn as her own hands worked against the laces and buttons of his ensemble.

They crashed together like waves in a sea of desperate desires and hungry hearts. When Emma saw him again, walking through the tavern doors she craved to not only feel him again but to actually know him. To know his mind and body and what drove him. She knew the rumors and tales of a fearsome captain but she wanted to peel back those layers. And those thoughts scared the hell out of her. The idea of knowing someone so intimately was a foreign concept to her. After years of her parents pushing her on eligible lords and princes she'd lost sight of the deeper meaning of really loving someone. Really giving your heart over to another person, do what they will.

Not that that is what's happening here, Emma reminded herself as they moved across the room. And then they were on the bed, clothes abandoned on the floor. Lying beside her, hot lips trailing her collar, she felt his hook skim the length of her hip; a breathy moan escaping her as the cool metal found the spot he was looking for between her legs. Winding tight circles through her swollen lips she was losing all control. Legs twitching, fingers twisting in the sheets she could feel him smirking as he urged her on, begging for her release.

"Cum for me Swan," he growled, plunging a finger inside her as his hook still wound through her. Gripping his shoulders, holding on dear life she felt the skin melt off her bones as he moved inside her. The world turned upside down, shuddering and shaking she was gone. Blinking in and out of existence the light around her flickered as she was pushed over the edge, crying out in pleasure.

"I need you, Captain. Inside me now," she panted.

And he was on top of her again, her legs spread inviting him in. Hitching her leg up on his shoulder he finally sheathed himself inside her. His hips cranked hard, drawing himself out and sinking back in at an agonizingly slow rate. Measured and calculated his movements propelled them together as a force of nature. Her mouth froze in a permanent o as they climbed higher and higher.

Her hands brushed through his delicious black hair, one on his head another on his chest, Emma pumped them in rhythm to their thrusts. She could feel him stiffen inside her as he neared his end.

His pace quickened as he reached between them, his hand finding purchase on her hip while his hook made contact. Circling her folds with the blunt edge she was on teetering over a cliff again, the dam inside her breaking, crumbing around her. Screaming out, she finally found her liberation, an earthquake shattering her core. Hook pulled out immediately, his cock hard in his hand pumping between her legs as he reached his climax, coating her breasts with his release.

Falling almost gracefully next to her, his body molded against her, slick with sweat.

"That was –" gasping for air, he fumbled next to her, "Swan –"

"Emma." She breathed, eyes closed, wiping away the sweat on her brow. "My name is Emma." She didn't know why told him.

"Emma." That's why she told him, she loved the way her name sounded on his lips. Hook propped himself up, gazing at her. "You are brilliant." He swiped a cloth across her chest, cleaning her off and she smiled to herself.

"Who knew you could be such a gentleman, Captain?"

"I'm always a gentleman," He smirked.

Remembering the previous night's activities and everything they'd just done, she agreed. "Yes, you are." She amended.

"And it's Killain. Killian Jones." He sighed, collapsing onto his back next to her.

"Killian," She swirled the syllables around in her mouth, tasting them on her tongue. "Just who are you Killian Jones?" The question fell from lips before she could even catch it. But she couldn't take it back. She yearned to know. She drew circles on his arm, waiting for his response. Just when she thought he wasn't going to answer he did.

"I have been Captain Hook for so long, love. Sometimes I don't know who Killian Jones even is."

"Does Captain Hook behave the way you have with me?" She asked, her tone playful, yet her chest was suddenly tight, almost afraid of the answer.

Again, he propped himself up on his elbow, head in his hand while his hook drew across her belly, inciting a roaring heat inside her. She willed herself to tame the blazing fire as she watched his thoughtful brow.

"You are unlike anyone I've met in a very long time." His gaze flickered to hers and for a fleeting second she caught a glimpse of the dormant suffering swimming in his deep blue eyes. Glancing away her eyes flashed across the tattoo on his arm. It simply read "Milah" and suddenly she understands.

"Who was she?" her fingers traced the edges of the ink.

"She was my love. And she was stolen from me. " Cast down, his eyes trailed her body without really seeing her. "She was taken by a monster." His gazed darkened, hardened at the memory. Emma stroked his face, bringing him back to the present.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. He didn't say anything for a long time but simply circled the curves of her torso.

"I spent a very long time consumed with revenge. When I came back to this land, the Enchanted Forest, a few years ago I learned that the monster that killed her was gone. Disappeared just like that. No one has seen or heard of him since." He finally looked back up at Emma, meeting her enthralled gaze. "I spent so long allowing rage and revenge to fester in my heart. What did I get? An Empty and wasted existence." He spit out the words, bitter on his tongue.

"So what happened when you came back? When you couldn't find the monster?" Emma breathed.

"Well I'm still a pirate, love." He flashed a vacant smirk but somehow Emma knew better. Behind that pirate swagger was a man filled with self-loathing and guilt. He blamed himself for her death. "And of course, drank myself into oblivion." His eyes were nearly blank and so broken Emma's heart ached for him.

"But then something happened." He spoke again, his voice penetrating Emma's swirling thoughts.

"And what's that?"

This time when Killian answered his eyes were different, bright even. "I met you." He said simply. He didn't have to explain it because she knew what he meant. When they'd met it was like a switch had been flipped, the light had been turned on in her life.

Reaching for his face, hand cupping his cheek Emma searched his gaze. "You're full of surprises Killian Jones." She smiled.

She'd pealed back the layers to this broken, handsome man and she was feeling the tug of guilt at her own absence of truth. She was a princess for goodness sake and yet she was falling hard for this pirate. And he for her, if tonight were any indication. And somehow the prospect didn't feel so scary anymore. It was easy to be with him and she felt exhilarated and safe all at once.

She'd have to tell him eventually. But maybe not right now. Tonight Emma was enough.

"I want to show you something." She spoke after a few minutes. Emma rose from the bunk and padded over to her pile of clothes, retrieving the cloak from her rucksack. "Remember this?" She sat back down on the bed, fingering the liquid material.

"Aye."

"I think I've discovered why it's so valuable and why the shopkeeper was so desperate to get it back." She twisted the cloak around her shoulders, securing it in place and heard a sharp gasp from her bedmate.

"Bloody Hell."

Emma looked down at where her body would have been but she was just a floating head, having been completely swallowed by the cloak her body was invisible. "It's some kind of invisibility cloak. Have you ever heard of or seen anything like this on your travels?"

He silently surveyed her, eyes roaming the blank space in which she was no longer visible. Finally lightly shaking his head he answered, "I've heard tales of such a magical artifact but never seen anything like it. It's extraordinary."

"Here," She pulled the golden cloth from her shoulders, fluidly wrapping it around his, he too disappeared. She shuffled around his collar and pulled the hood up, covered his head completely. "Now you're invisible. That's incredible."

At that moment the door to the cabin burst open, two men emerged brandishing monstrous swords.

Emma screamed at the sight immediately covering her naked body and jumping to retrieve her clothes that littered the floor. She felt Hook move beside her but he stayed hidden, she silently implored him to stay invisible as the men approached.

"YOU!" The first man, the man she recognized as the shopkeeper whom she'd stolen the cloak from, shouted in her direction. "That's her!" he yelled to the second man. "You're coming with us, thief!" They seized her arms, just as she managed to pull her dress over herself, and raged back out the door, Emma as their hostage.