Killian stood facing the young princess. His cool blue eyes fixed on her steely orbs that were so full of passion and spark; they looked as if they could ignite at any moment. He had been right. Six months he'd been looking and he had actually found her, his true love. But now the masks were off, what could she want with him? She was a princess. And he… well, he was a vengeful pirate.
"Well, Killian? Was it you or not?" Emma kept her ground, holding her best posture, and tried to appear as strong as she could. She didn't want him to know how scared she was that she had been wrong, or worse, that she was right but that he didn't feel the same.
"Aye, lass. It was I," Killian said and swallowed the lump developing in his throat. He'd fought monsters, both animal and human. But losing her, it would be his end. "So, now you know. I'm sorry I'm not more. Guess you were hoping for your own prince charm-"
But she cut him off. She flung her arms around him and pressed her lips to his with such desperation as Killian had never known. Emma pulled back for a moment, holding his face tenderly in her soft hands and forcing him to meet her gaze. "I want you, Killian Jones. I've been searching the kingdoms for you for six months! All night long, I was hoping it'd be you." There was a long pause. "Please say something," Emma pleaded, reining in some of her initial hopes. Maybe she hadn't found him for such a long time because he didn't want to be found.
"Princess, I…"
"Don't. Don't make excuses for why it won't work due to status. My father was born a shepherd and was forced to be a prince. My mother was a princess forced to be a bandit. We are not a conventional royal family. So, if you are going to tell me that you don't want this, tell me, Emma."
"Don't want this? Emma I've looked for you far and wide, starting the moment I returned to my ship six months ago. I want you Emma, believe me I do. I'm just not sure I'm what you deserve."
Emma wiped the tear that fell away from his face. "Killian, let me worry about what I deserve. I choose you. I have chosen you every day since we met and will choose you for the rest of my days. The question is, will you choose me? Will you give us a chance?"
Killian couldn't believe that this woman, this princess, was fighting for him. He knew that he would fight for her too, for all of eternity. He couldn't find the words to say, so he kissed her. He kissed her and the electricity coursed through them as he deepened the kiss with all of the passion and love he felt for her. Emma returned the kiss, matching his enthusiasm and need without hesitation.
He picked her up and carried her over to the four-post bed. Carefully, Killian laid Emma down, making certain that he was never endangering her with his hook. He had never hated the blasted thing more than in this moment. He couldn't even offer Emma a man with both hands! But when Killian looked into her eyes, they showed him not the broken man he believed himself to be, but something else entirely. He saw a gentle, light-hearted man. He saw a devoted, honorable man. He saw a caring and just man. He saw a man who would fight for what he wanted. He saw the best of himself, and in that moment he knew that this woman would be his savior.
Killian helped Emma unbutton her gown, and slid it over her shoulders. She allowed him to pull the dress off of her, revealing the ivory corset and stockings underneath. Killian took a moment to appreciate the way the undergarments complemented Emma's golden curls and milky skin, especially in the candle and moonlight. He then went to work unbuttoning the stockings and rolling them off, one at a time, slowly as not to snag the silk with his hook.
Emma loved the feel of having his hands on her body again. The hook was, somewhat surprisingly, a very welcome addition. The cool metal contrasting his warm fingers, it was enough to drive her mad. She needed him. He slid the garter belt over her now bare legs, leaving nothing but her corset. Emma knew they had already been together, but this, this was different. This meant so much more.
Killian had started to snap through the ribbons of her corset with his hook, but sensing her nerves, Killian stopped and lifted Emma's chin so he could lock eyes with her. He lifted one of her hands and ghosted a kiss over her knuckles, just as he had on their first night together. Based on the beaming goddess before him, he had done the right thing.
Emma was truly touched by her Killian's gesture of reassurance. He had remembered how much it meant on Beltane, and he somehow could tell that she was nervous. But just like the night of the ritual, his simple gesture had put her at absolute ease. With a small smile and a nod from Emma, Killian shredded through the rest of the strings holding the garment together.
Emma wrapped her legs around the captain's waist, pulled him to the bed and flipped him onto his back. She then made quick work of his clothing. Now nothing was separating them. Not distance, circumstance, station… not even a thin sheet of fabric. Emma kissed his lips, and then started to leave a trail of searing kisses down his jaw. From there she made her way down his neck, his chest, and his hard stomach.
She paused for a moment, locking eyes with her once lost true love. She could hear the music and chatter from the party below in the background of their heavy breathing. Emma never wanted to forget a moment of this. She placed a kiss on the inside of each hipbone, causing Killian to gasp and tense a bit. Emma smirked. She had him right where she wanted him.
At the feel of her breath on him, Killian's hips bucked forward slightly. He tried to keep himself in control, but then her tongue was traveling along the length of his shaft and he went from hard to throbbing. He allowed his eyes to roll back into his head as her lips spread to take him into her mouth. Her movements were slow and drawn out, so that he could memorize every sensation. Emma began to move her head faster; Killian's hand wrapped in her golden curls urging her on.
Emma could feel he was close, so she pulled her mouth away, earning great protests from her pirate captain. Emma giggled silently. She straddled him, aligning him at her entrance, which was now thoroughly drenched with want. In one fluid movement he was buried inside of her, drawing a moan from both of them. Emma leaned down and kissed him, hard. She kissed him as an act of grounding herself before the intensity of what was about to occur.
And with that, Emma began to rock her hips. She found their rhythm smoothly and kept it as best as she could. Killian was drowning in her. He steadied himself by gently holding her hips between his hand and his hook. The feeling of him gripping her pushed Emma to increase the speed of her movement. Emma whimpered and Killian growled at the new sensation.
Emma was now thrusting onto him over and over. She had remembered the feeling of having him inside of her, but this was so different. She loved him, and he loved her, and so every moment was heightened. The way his shaft felt in her tightening walls, and his head massaging that sensitive spot so perfectly with every thrust. She was close, and by the way he was throbbing, so was he. Emma used every last bit of her energy making sure she rode him strong and true. They were nearing their climax and in a gasp as she hit her peak, Emma whispered, "I love you…"
And now Killian was right behind her in the descent into oblivion. She loved him. Killian hadn't been loved in, well, three centuries. He was a bundle of emotions: He was afraid of letting Emma down, he was spent and satisfied like never before, and he was still struggling with the question of what he could offer her, but he found the answer was quite simple. "I love you too, Emma."
That's all he needed to know for now.
Emma allowed herself to collapse beside him. She was so comforted by his warmth and his smell. He smelled like the ocean on a summer's day, a bit like some scented oil, sandalwood perhaps, and the slightest bit of rum. He was intoxicating, and he was hers.
"Killian?" Emma started, not wanting to leave the sanctuary of their afterglow.
"Yes, my love?"
"I hate to do this, especially now, but I need to know: Where does this leave us?" oh gods, she sounded like a schoolgirl.
"Where do you want this to leave us?" Killian said, stroking her arm to try and calm her.
"Well, I want you. I want everything with you. But I have duty and responsibility and family here and-"
"Emma, slow down," Killian chuckled. "I have no intention of sailing off without you, and I have no intention of taking you from your family or your kingdom, save for going on holiday. But my life, it's flexible."
"But you'd be happy here? Not pirating out in the open ocean, but trapped in palace life?"
"Darling, look at me," Killian tilted the princess's chin up so he could meet her eyes, "You gave me life again. If I went back to the way things were six months ago, I'd just be letting time slip by. I wasn't living. So my life, it has to be with you, whatever that means. I choose you."
Emma pulled herself closer to him, if that was even possible. Her mother had been right. This had been a night of new beginnings, opportunities, and choices. For the first time in a long time, Emma felt complete.
