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Present: The Jolly Roger
Emma woke up sweating and gasping for air. She sat up in bed. She had finally gone back to sleep last night, praying that the drams wouldn't come again but knowing they would. Her tank top was soaked. She peeled it off of her skin and wrung it out, sweat droplets falling to the wooden floorboards.
Sun streamed in from the portholes. It was morning. She let herself fall back against the bed. Emma could feel the stinging in her eyes from the oncoming tears. No she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't satisfy that man by crying. No.
None of these thoughts helped though. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks when there was a knock at the door.
"Emma, honey?" came Mary Margaret's gentle voice as she eased the door open. "Emma," her voice became distraught as she took in her daughter's awful state. "Are you alright? What happened?" She sat down next to Emma and took her hand in hers.
"I'm… I'm," she couldn't bring herself to claim that she was fine; Mary Margaret would know it was a lie anyway. "I'm terrible," she finally choked out. "Nightmares," She wiped away her tears, trying to regain her composure.
"I thought you had stopped having nightmares about Henry and Neal. Emma, none of this is your fault."
"They're not about Henry and Neal anymore."
Mary Margaret stared at her. "Then what? Who?"
Emma sighed. "It was a long time ago and a very painful experience that I'd rather not talk about,"
"Emma, I know it's difficult, but it might help to talk about it." Emma didn't respond. "Alright Ems, but if you want to talk, I'm here."
Emma sighed again. She slipped her still damp tank top back on and then shrugged on her leather. She headed out to the deck to get some air.
))) Captain Swan (((
Killian watched Emma. The memories had started creeping back in when Cora died and he remembered Emma now. "Emma Swanson indeed," he chuckled to himself. And yet Emma didn't remember him or at least seemed not to. She would have recognized his name- she would've recognized him.
It was true that he had only realized the truth a short while ago, but Emma hadn't had her memories washed away by Cora.
Somehow this knowledge pained him. All he wanted was to go over to Emma and kiss her the way he used to. He wanted to get rid of her pain. He wanted to make her remember. They hadn't left things at a good spot and as much as it hurt, perhaps it was a better thing that Emma didn't know.
Past: New York City, New York
Emma woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. She closed her eyes again and thought of the night before. It had been amazing. They had moved perfectly together. Their bodies fit like puzzle pieces. It was as if they had been made for each other. The man might only have one hand, but oh was he good at using it. And the things he could do with his mouth. Without a doubt, it had been the best one night stand of her life.
It didn't feel like her other ones. Jones wasn't a greedy lover. It seemed as if his only concern was to please her. Every time she had woken up after a one-night stand guilt washed over her and she left before her lover even awoke. As much as it scared her, she wasn't guilty this time. She hadn't run and didn't plan to. His arm was wrapped tightly around her stomach, holding her close to him and it felt right.
Emma felt eyes on her. She tilted her head slightly to see him. His blue eyes looked upon her warmly.
"Morning Emma," He leaned down and captured her lips with his. This kiss was gentle and loving.
She sighed and leaned into his chest. "Your quite a man Jones," She felt his body stiffen against her. She flipped over to face him. He looked over at her, quilt etched upon his face.
"There's something I should have told you last night,"
Emma couldn't believe she had done it. She had let herself fall for this guy and he was about to tell her that he was married. "There's someone else, isn't there?" she said, closing her eyes and biting her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
"No." he said. "There hasn't been for years. Emma please believe me," he caressed her cheek with his hand.
"Then what is it Jones?" she demanded, not knowing why she was getting so upset.
"Killian," he said quietly.
"What?"
"My name is Killian Jones, not Jones Brooster."
Emma relaxed for a moment before eyeing him seductively. "Was it my moans of the wrong name that got to you?"
"Hmm… I'm sure we could make up for it this morning."
Present: The Jolly Roger, Neverland's Surrounding Waters
She looked at Hook, steering the ship. What was it about him that brought those long hidden memories to the surface? Or maybe it was Neverland.
She allowed herself to think about her old lover for the first time. He had been so important to her then, but now- she couldn't remember his name or even his face. Years of pushing his image and voice out of her mind had successfully erased him from her thoughts. Until now.
It had been wonderful. She remembered the way he had held her and kissed her. The way he had made her feel. They had been so much more than 'Friends with Benefits'.
Past: New York City, New York
"So… is this how your one night stands usually go?" Killian stood in the bathroom doorway. He had on black jeans. He was still barefoot and shirtless. He was towel drying his hair as Emma got dressed.
Emma picked her clothes up off the floor, water droplets hanging onto the ends of her golden curls.
She slipped into the maroon dress and tried to zip it up. "Here let me do it," Killian walked over to her, seeing her difficulty. "So…um…how do you feel towards me?" He continued as he zipped her dress up.
Emma looked at the ground, not certain of how she felt. "Do you feel guilty?"
"You didn't answer my question," He turned her body around and tilted her head up to face him. "Surprisingly, I do not," He was telling the truth. "Do you?" he asked gently.
Emma thought for a moment. She looked into is much too blue eyes and knew she couldn't lie, not to him. "No, I don't,"
"Well, in that case, I don't think all of that counts as a one-night stand. And, in that case, would you join me for brunch?" he said with a mock bow.
Emma laughed.
"Please…"
"I'd be honored. But this isn't exactly appropriate attire for brunch," she said motioning towards the dress she was wearing.
"You're quite right. Where do you live?"
She shot him a look.
"Okay, so it's not a good idea to tell me, a stranger who is sexually interested in you, where you live. Is it close though?"
"No, it's quite a few streets over,"
"I'm sure you can borrow some of Jasmine's old stuff then," he grabbed a set of keys off his dresser and threw them to Emma. "Room six darling. I need to go ask Kyle for the day off. Meet me downstairs when you're ready," He grabbed a plaid shirt out of his closet and slipped it on, not bothering to button it.
"Wait," Emma grabbed his hand before he could leave. She could already fell herself getting attached to this guy, but she didn't know why. She knew it wasn't good. "Who's Jasmine?" She asked cautiously.
"She's 27, moved to Manhattan about two years ago- around the same time I started working here. She's Kyle's daughter. There was never a relationship between us. She just trusts me to take care of her dad while she's away," He had known just what she was thinking. He leaned in and kissed her. It was slow and gentle but contained the same love and passion as their heated ones. "Hurry down; I don't know how long I'll last without you."
Killian left. Emma leaned against the door. She sighed. He felt right. This all felt right. But last time had felt like this too… or had it?
Well that's chapter 3! I'm having so much fun writing this! You guys will get a few more chapters before it's over, but I only have the end left to write. Posting of the next chapters may be postponed however because of some sweet one-shots floating around in my head. Thanks for all the support! Please, please, please leave a review(I'm begging you) They really make my day. (: Please follow and/or favorite. If there's something you'd like to see in this fic or an idea/prompt for another fic that you'd like me to write, I'd be glad to hear them. I can't promise that they'll show up here, but I can try. Oh, and by the way, no Jasmine is not suppose to be 'Princess Jasmine' from 'Disney's Aladdin', they just have the same name. Till next time- Love and Hugs, Darlings (;
