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Part III
Savor the sorrow to soften the pain
Sip on the southern rain as I do
I don't look, don't touch, don't do anything
But hope that there is a you
The earth that is the space between
I'd banish it form underneath to get to you
Your unexpected love provides my solitary's suicide
Oh I wish I knew
"One Sweet Love" Sara Bareilles
Present Day, The Enchanted Forest
"Emma," Mary Margaret grabbed ahold of her daughter's wrist, "can we please talk about your nightmare?"
Emma sighed, she shouldn't have said anything, but the memories of Killian had been at the forefront of her mind for the past three days. "He's just a guy."
"I've never heard you speak of any guy, except when Henry asked about his father." Mary Margaret pointed out.
Emma trudged quietly beside Mary Margaret for a moment, letting Mulan and Aurora lead, "I met him in Central Park when I was chasing a bail jumper." Emma murmured. "He was just so lost. He was just like me. He had my back. He was there on my birthday. It was the first birthday I had someone." She continued, "I fell in love with him. We were a team. We chased bad guys together." She cleared her throat, "After six months he was gone."
"Gone?" Her mother asked.
"Like everyone else in my life I woke up one morning and the bed was cold." She closed her eyes and stopped moving. "There was a note on the kitchen counter saying his brother had found him and he had to go home, but we would find each other again. I moved to Boston two weeks later." She scoffed, "What a load of bullshit." She shook her head, "I cried for months after he was gone. It was nothing like the pain when Neal abandoned me. It was way worse." She shrugged, "I've just been thinking about him lately. I don't know why."
"You said something about the Enchanted Forest." Her mother prodded.
Emma sighed, usually this was where she shut Mary Margaret down, but something was bothering her, "He said he was from the Enchanted Forest. At least that's what I remember him saying, but it's been so long I'm not sure I'm remembering that correctly or not. He was in King George's Royal Navy, or something equally as weird."
"King George?" Mary Margaret frowned, "He was a ruler here at one time. There have been a few King Georges. It's a common name among royalty. You would have to be far more specific than that."
Emma looked down, "He could've read a book like Henry's. I always assumed he was crazy."
"But you fell in love with him anyhow."
"I didn't have a choice." Emma whispered, "I just, I don't know."
"Oh but I do." Snow whispered, "I felt the same thing for Charming." She smiled softly, "Your father." She amended.
"Yeah well, if that's true then this just proves that true love doesn't always last or win out." Emma pushed forward, "Can we not talk about this anymore?"
"Of course," Snow lightly laid her hand on her daughter's arm, "thanks for sharing." Emma just sent her a tight smile.
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Seven Years Earlier, New York City
Emma smiled down at Killian tentatively. Carefully, she set each of her legs on either side of his lap, straddling him. He let out a groan when she lowered herself onto his lap. Biting her lip, her eyes flicked to his lips then back up to his eyes. Emma was no stranger to any of this, but Killian seemed so hesitant, it made her wonder. Letting her head fall to the side, Emma asked, "Killian, how old are you?"
His hand reached up and gently ran across her cheek and through her hair, "Twenty-two."
She nodded, "Are you afraid, am I not, do you not," she took a deep breath, "do you want me?" She finally asked.
His eyes widened and he looked at her shocked, "Why wouldn't I want you? How couldn't I?"
She shrugged, "I don't know, you just seem so hesitant." She finally finished lamely.
He chuckled and ran his knuckles over her cheek, "Emma, love, in my realm a man of honor does not simply take a woman he's interested in courting."
Emma laughed, "Courting? Honestly Killian, you sound like you're from another century." Shaking her head she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, "I rather wish you would just take me." She murmured.
"As you wish, milady." Killian whispered against her mouth before suddenly rolling them over on the mattress, pinning her underneath him. He kissed her hungrily, with a fierceness she'd never experienced behind a kiss. His lips moved from her mouth, with a whimper of protest from Emma, and trailed down her jaw and her neck, alternating between licking and nipping at her exposed skin.
Emma's hands flew between them, flicking the buttons out of the buttonholes on his shirt, shoving it over his shoulders so she could run her hands down his chest, relishing in the feel of his chest hair under her fingertips. One of his hands cradled her head, angling it so he could have better access to her neck, his other slipped up her thigh, inching up the hem of her dress. "God, Killian." She moaned as he paused to suck a little harder on a patch of skin where her neck and shoulder connected.
Spurred on by her moan, Killian slid down one of the sleeves of her dress, letting his lips continue to explore her body. She clung to his shoulders as his mouth made its way to her now exposed breast. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her hips into his, "Killian." She whined, feeling the heat pooling in her belly.
He pulled back and grinned down at her, "Patience, love." He admonished her. "Patience."
She let out a whine, "Just take it off." She murmured.
"You really are an impatient lass." He grinned down at her wickedly as he pulled the dress off of her. His eye darkened, "Do you not wear undergarments in this realm?"
Emma laughed and tugged at the waistband of her thong, "This is an undergarment. And a bra wouldn't work with that dress." At his look she smiled, "Kind of like a corset."
Killian slithered down between her legs, "This is a piece of fabric." He murmured, his breath hot against her core, "It could rip so easily."
Emma moaned, "Then rip it already."
Killian arched an eyebrow at her, "A wanton thing you are, Swan." A moment later she heard the snag and tear of her panties and propped herself up on her elbows to see the proud smirk on his face as he dangled them in front of her. Rolling her eyes she flopped back, the tension doubling as she his fingertips dance on her inner thigh. She let out a deep, content sigh when his tongue placed a long, firm stripe through her folds.
"God, yes." She moaned. Her back arched when his fingers joined his mouth, curling in just the right way that they reached some unknown spot within her that had her seeing stars and screaming out his name with an incoherent moan as the earth seemed to shatter around her. "Fuck." She muttered as he crawled up her body, ostentatiously licking his lips.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled his fingers into her own mouth, holding his gaze as she sucked them dry, mimicking an action she now couldn't wait to try on him, "Bloody hell, Emma." He muttered.
Pulling his hips closer to hers she murmured, "In me. Now, Lieutenant." She ordered.
He grunted as the tip of his cock swept through her folds, "Ma'am, yes, ma'am." He murmured. He swept down to catch her lips with his as he slid in her. Emma's back instinctively arched towards him as her hips rocked forward. She'd never felt so stretched, so full, so cherished as she did in this very moment. "Bloody hell, Emma." Killian's forehead dropped to hers. "So tight, so good." He murmured.
"Move, Killian." She demanded, rocking her own hips to get a rhythm started. It was hard and fast and delicious. She loved that he could barely contain himself with her. It made her feel wanted and special and loved.
When they'd both spiraled out of control and were trying to control their breathing, Killian pulled her against him, "You are amazing." He whispered.
Emma nudged her nose against his shoulders, "You're not so bad yourself, sailor."
He laughed and pulled her close to him, "Thank you," at her look he whispered, "for saving me."
She shrugged, "I didn't realize how much I needed someone right now either."
"Well then it's a good thing I fell through that bloody portal." He murmured. She hummed an agreement.
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Six Months Later, New York City
Emma threw the red bandage dress over her head, "Is it horrible I'd much rather just stay home and curl up to a movie rather than chase this guy down?"
Killian laughed and stepped behind her to zip up the dress, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck as his hands skimmed up her back, "Not at all, love. In all fairness, though, I believe it is I who typically does the chasing."
Emma spun around to face him with her mouth gaping open, "Are you implying that I don't chase the bad guys down?"
He laughed and kissed her nose, "Yes."
Smacking his chest, Emma tried to muster up a glare that failed, "Jerk."
Killian laughed and grabbed her wrist as she moved away, pulling her back into him, "I like being the one who does the chasing. Besides, I wouldn't want you to ruin your dress. I do like taking it off of you too much." He murmured in her ear. Emma let out a breathy moan as his teeth tugged lightly on her earlobe.
"We'll never get out of here if you keep doing that." She sighed as he pulled away reluctantly. Over the last six months Emma had come to rely on Killian more than anyone in her life. Even more than Neal. There was just something about him that she couldn't get enough of, she wanted him all of the time. And his need for her seemed to be just as great. Emma never believed in true love, but this seemed to be as close as anyone could ever get. The best part of it was that he was here for her. All of the time. Through the tears from long talks in the night, to chasing down a bail jumper so she wouldn't have to run in her heels, to just cuddling on the sofa while watching a movie. He was always just there.
And she'd never had that before.
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"I can't believe I broke another heel chasing after another jackass." She muttered, taking off the matching heel and tossing both in the garbage can.
Killian laughed and set the pizza box on the kitchen table, "We'll get you a new pair tomorrow."
"It's such a waste of money." She whined.
Shaking his head, Killian pulled her into him, "It's okay. It's worth it. You look bloody amazing in them." He pushed a strand of hair out of her face, "You look bloody amazing in everything." He murmured.
"Hm," Emma looked up at him through her lashes, "And what do you like me in best?" She asked.
His eyes darkened, "Nothing." He whispered in her ear, before his tongue flicked out to a sweet spot of hers behind her ear.
"Then that's what I should be wearing right now." She spun around, her hand reaching for the zipper. Lowering it slowly, she watched the way his eyes followed her every movement. Never in her entire life had she ever had anyone look at her the way Killian did. It was something she would probably never get used to, but always, always cherish. She could live her whole life with him and be more than content in their shoebox apartment in New York City chasing down bad guys. All because he was here.
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Killian woke to a tap on his shoulder. Rolling over he let out a groan, "What?" He muttered. Opening his eyes, he almost expected to find Emma standing over him, but instead she was still wrapped in his arms. Looking behind him, his eyes widened, "Liam?" He whispered.
Liam smiled softly at him, "I see you've made yourself at home here, brother."
Gently rolling Emma more to her side of the bed and making sure she didn't wake, he stood up and grabbed his boxers, "How did you find me?" He asked quietly.
"I met a fairy on my last journey." He whispered. "We have a new mission from King George, Neverland. Now that I've found you I want you to come home with me. Do this with me." Liam pulled him into a hug, "I've been so lost without you, Killian."
Killian nearly melted at the contact. He'd missed Liam so much it had nearly killed him. Turning he looked at the sleeping form of Emma in their bed. He didn't belong here. Not really. He belonged in the Enchanted Forest, with his brother, on the Jolly Roger. His heart nearly broke at the thought of leaving Emma behind in this world. The world, no matter what realm, was a hard place to be in when you were all alone. And she'd kept him from being alone.
"Brother, we need to go." Liam urged him.
"But Emma?" He whispered.
"Will understand that you don't belong here." Liam continued.
"I think," he sighed, "I think I belong wherever she is."
"Then bring her with us." Liam moved to wake her.
"And what will she do in the Enchanted Forest? Wait tables at a tavern?" Killian shook his head, "She's much too good for that." He sighed, "And I can't have her waiting for me while we sail across the realms." Hanging his head in resignation, Killian moved to the kitchen and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. He wrote her a note explaining everything and promising to see her again one day. They would find each other. He would always find her.
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Emma sighed and rolled over, "Killian?" She reached out, "Killian," She called out again, "I had the worst dream that you left me." Sighing she felt out again. His side of the bed was cold. Sitting up she looked around, "Killian?" Frowning, she stepped out of bed and walked through the small apartment, her eyes finally landing on a piece of paper on the counter. Rolling her eyes, she figured he'd stepped out for something.
My Emma,
It pains me to write this note to you, but I just couldn't bear to see the pain in your eyes. I've never wanted to do anything more than make you happy, but we both know this realm is not my home, it's not where I belong. My brother, Liam, has found me and has a way for the two of us to travel home to the Enchanted Forest. I must leave with him. He is my family, and I can't abandon him. I want you to know that I love you and I will find you again. I will always find you.
Love,
Killian
Emma stared at the paper and re-read it three more times before a hysterical sob tore through her throat.
He'd left her.
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Present Day, The Enchanted Forest
Emma stopped next to Mulan, "This is your camp?"
Mulan frowned, "Something is wrong, there is always a sentry stationed here." She drew her sword and stepped forward. Emma, Mary Margaret and Aurora followed cautiously behind her. "My God." Mulan whispered.
"Ogres did this?" Emma asked.
Mary Margaret's face paled, "No, not ogres. This was Cora." She glanced down at one of the hundreds of bodies at their feet. "She ripped their hearts out."
Mulan swallowed thickly, "Let's see if she left any supplies." The four moved through the bodies quickly. Emma trying not to focus on the mass carnage.
"Mulan! Emma! Snow! There's a survivor!" Aurora's voice drew them all to her.
Moving the pile of bodies on top of the man, Emma reached down and helped pull him up. She stumbled backwards as her eyes connected with a stunning pair of blue ones, her mouth falling open on its own accord.
He stared back, neither of them registering Mulan and Mary Margaret's questions about who he was or how he survived or Aurora's words of comfort. "Emma." He whispered finally.
She shook her head, willing any tears to stay at bay, "Killian?"
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XOXO
MAS