So, given recent events, I was delayed in procuring this chapter for you. I had a little depressing moment reading a very disturbing pm from one reader, who I have blocked. So anyone else doesn't like my story or some of the content... please express it nicely or just don't read at all. I don't like death threats. Again I am sorry for the delay. I appreciate every single one of you who left me with respectful and complementary reviews, so thank you for that! :)
This chapter is short but I it was fun to write and is important in the Lieutenant Duckling relationship.

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Emma doesn't see the girl pining for Lieutenant Jones again till that night at the tavern, where the crew is being treated to fine ale and a good homemade meal. The day's previous events had revealed that the Jones brothers may not be indeed loved by all. Many resent them based on their father's criminal past, and his cowardly actions of running from the law. Andrew and Ferdinand are just a few of the young citizens who alienated Killian and Liam, disliking them and their accomplishments.

After the not enjoyable encounter, both Emma and Killian were left with battle scars. The gash on the lieutenant's right cheek remains a permanent feature to his dashing physique, a reminder of what not to do during a fight. The swollen eye subsided, a compress of cold water mixed with herbs taming the redness and allowing function of his eyelids. Shirtless, Emma witness a rainbow of bruises tattered along his body, none indicating anything other than inflammation and irritated skin, nothing a little rest will not fix.

Emma faired a little better. As she defensively evaded most hits, thanks to her training as a princess, mild bruises painted her chest and arms, and a single cut along her chest, from when Ferdinand used the knife on her, lies between her cleavage.

Now they sit and laugh about their day as waitresses serve them meals fit for a king.

The bandit's mouth waters at the large plate piled up with cooked vegetables and roast cattle. It has been forever since she could indulge in a filling meal without worrying about going hungry again. Killian sits at the opposite end of the table from his brother, eating slowly and lightly conversing with those around him.

Now that she knows a bit more about him, she doesn't see him as close mindedly as before. He, like she, endured a rough past and though he may be uptight and incorrigible at times, the good freehearted man still shines through, the man Emma is beginning to be enraptured by.

The tavern's barmaids and wenches seem to be quite intrigued by the Captain and his men, their presence highly obvious to Emma as one touches her back gently.

"Why hello, lass." Norris, the man sitting beside her purrs.

"How could we help you lovely ladies." The Captain smiles, as one of them approaches them.

"Just wanted to see if you men needed anything at all." A redhead flutters her lashes at him. "It's so great to see our heroes back home."

"Well, as you know, I am married and my wife is all that I need." The wenches pout and Liam slaps a hand behind Killian's back. "But I won't deny my men a little company." The crew cheers and raises their mugs of ale to their captain.

"Liam." The lieutenant snaps at his captain, but the redhead already makes it to his spot at the table.

"Such a brave handsome man." She coos in his ear, and Emma tightens her grip around her fork. "Won't you let me take care of you?"

"I'm sorry, but I believe I'm too tired tonight." He lets the woman down lightly, not wanting to seem less of a man in front of the crew but not feeling the need to bed a harlot, as it goes against his code. He turns to set his blue eyes onto the very uncomfortable Emma Swan, a wicked idea popping in his head. "Jamison!" Her head snaps to his. "Care to entertain the lady?" His devilish smile indicates that he is doing this out of respect... a reward for helping him out earlier today.

"No thank you sir." She says a little too fast. The woman saunters over towards her.

"Aww com'on you scoundrel." Norris punches Emma in the arm. "Show her how us navy officers are." He is probably the most disgusting man she has ever met and that includes King George and Rumplestiltskin.

"It's okay... I...oh!" The redhead places her hands on Emma's shoulders and straddles her lap, scrunching up her brow for a split second, as she does not feel what she expects to.

"Not happy to see me sailor?" She mockingly sniffs, grinding herself onto who she thinks is a man.

"What's wrong Jamison?" Killian throws at her, with a smile she wants to just smack off. "Not man enough?" The crew bursts into laughter along with their lieutenant.

"Alright settle down men, don't pressure Jamison into something he's uncomfortable with." The captain says seriously, not liking how Emma is being belittled, he is a gentleman after all.

"Why wouldn't he be uncomfortable, cap'n?" Skinner calls out, with a laugh. Little do they know that Emma never backs down from a challenge.

And to think, I'm the crown princess. She groans.

With one hand, she latches onto the back of the woman's scalp, pressing her face towards her, kissing her with false enthusiasm. The men around her hoot and cheer at her lip lock with the wench, as if that would settle the uneasiness it brings. It is not as if she has not kissed a girl before, her teenage curiosity causing her and Grace to experimentally peck , when drinking with friends at a tavern, but she never made out with one, and quite frankly she is into men. Emma pulls away from the wench, not wanting to give her the wrong idea and not wanting to allow more time for germs to transfer, knowing very well that many a men have visited that mouth.

The woman dismounts from her lap probably still upset that their little happening did not stir something in the nether region of Mr. Jamison, while Emma turns her head to her cheering crew, Norris and Skinner both smacking her on the back and yelling profanities as complements. Even Killian seems to be proud, raising his eyebrow and laughing along.

"I must say, I did not think you had the gulls to do that. Well done on your first kiss boy, scandalized even me!" He teases.

"Why am I not surprised about that?" Emma shoots back with a smile. "Did I teach you a little something Lieutenant?"

"I think you taught all of us something lad." The Captain interrupts, white as a sheet. "You're not the innocent boy we thought you were." Emma merely shoots her perplexed captain a winning smile.

"Killian!" A female squeal fills the air causing Emma to shudder, for she knows the woman behind the voice. Olivia. "I was hoping that I would see you this evening." She comes behind him and smoothes her bony fingers over his broad shoulders, and Emma grits her teeth in anger. The smile he gives her is one of those perfect ones that he would shoot at Emma when smug.

"Olivia, my dear..."

"Oh, so that's why you rejected me." The red head, who was still lingering about, still confused by that kiss with Emma, grins seductively. "Fancy yourself that one, do you Lieutenant?" The girl looks touched.

"Would you like to sit down my dear?" Killian asks politely, he is stiff again, Kaleine's speech of his shyness around woman popping back into mind.

"I would love too, Mr. Jones." She beams, and Emma is simply sick to her stomach.

He pulls up a chair for and grins shyly, acting like a true gentleman that Emma just wants to punch.

She does not know why this is bugging her so much, why the sight of Killian and Olivia eats away at her. Sure, she is attracted to her superior, but she does not have any feelings for him what so ever.

None.

None at all.

The girl slides her hand over his, holding it, intertwining their fingers together as he continuous to talk and laugh with her. Their words do not register to her all she can focus on is her disgust on the sight.

What are you doing Emma?

Don't let the captain and his wife's words get to your head. You don't like the lieutenant. He's... a stupid, arrogant, pompous ass... who saved your life and is the most attractive thing in your vicinity... he looks so cute when he's all flustered... imagine how he would look at you if he knew... you could make him blush...

"Y'okay Jamison?" Skinner asks beside her.

"I'm fine." Emma growls, still glaring daggers at Olivia.

"Oy, I think yer jealous." Benji smirks from two seats down. Killian, Olivia and the captain for them to overhear them.

"Oh yeah, he's jealous." The twin, Mannie laughs. His voice cracking due to puberty. Emma snaps her head to them, her murderous stare now concentrated on them.

"Well, I'd be jealous too."

"Wouldn't want my enemy having a girl like that." They tease.

"Lieutenant Jones is not my enemy." She defends.

"That maybe the case, lad." Norris jumps in. "But yer glare was all too knowing."

"She is pretty."

"Very."

"The things I'd do to her." Norris licks his lips.

"She's not pretty." Emma says in disgust. Her mind then drifts to Killian's face.

"Lovely eyes."

"Bright like the stars!"

"Dull and boring." His baby blues flash in her mind.

"Sweet voice."

"Like an angel."

"Sound ev'n better screaming my name.

"Too deep." Deep with an accent thick as honey.

"And what about that body?"

"Thin."

"Flexible I hope."

"Firm and muscular." Emma moans. The twins and Norris look at her perplexed. Her eyes widen as she quickly cuts at her remain meat. "I'm not jealous. I don't like him... her." The guilty attempts to look unstirred are interrupted as Olivia laughs aloud, running her filthy claws along the lieutenants firm bicep. "Excuse me." Emma bites her lip and rises from the chair, needing to break free from the intimate display before her.

"Mr. Jamison, where are you off to?" Captain Jones asks concerned, as he can sense her uncomfortable position.

"Just tired Captain." Emma manages to pull off a smile, aware of Killian's eyes now boring into her. "I'm going to retire to bed early, is all."

She pushes in her chair and walks to the doorway, when her path gets intercepted by the woman with kiss swollen lips.

"Need any help?" The redhead licks her lips.

"Why would I need help getting to bed?" Emma snaps. "What are you going to do, tuck me in?" She pushes pas her, making her escape and leaving the wench to stalk some foolish pig. She doesn't mean to sound harsh, but with Olivia drawing nearer to Killian and their affectionate display, Emma cannot stand the presence of this woman. The only person she wants closer to her is Ki... no not him are you crazy?


The rooms the captain has rented out for the men and her are identical in their small space and grimy smells, though this establishment is one of the finer ones Emma has lodged in. Not including her castle of course. Liam was kind enough to assign her to her own room, packed with a single bed and a small windowing bearing a nice view of the town. The bed sheets are worn yet smell of fresh lavender, the soft fabric smoothed out under her bare legs as she sets herself within, in only her over sized navy shirt. Slowly she undoes the buttons and peels off her bindings, unwrapping the scrap fabric gently as her breasts begin to reshape, a redness growing due to the pressure. Her hand pulls off the ribbon holding her hair back and the short locks fall just at the nape of her neck.

She does not know why the tears begin to flow. Maybe it is because she still has not done anything to free her family, to free the dwarves and the huntsman from George's grasp. And to top it all, she now works for him, settling in with the men preparing to fight for him.

Perhaps she could confide in Liam, ask h to let her off at Regina's kingdom so she could seek Red or Granny, the faeries. Even good old Roland could help her. Hell, even Liam could be an asset, being a captain and all. But telling him that she is the daughter of Snow White and Prince David might not be the wisest choice.

The crew would get a kick out of that.

She is not simply a girl... she's also a princess. Their rightful princess.

What would Killian think?

Who cares what Killian would think, he has no say in anything.

Yeah right, you'd love to see him gawk at you in a ball gown.

No I would not. He is just a pretty face, I don't need his gawking.

You want him drooling at your feet, not giving Olivia a second glance.

Oh please, he can go and marry her for all I care.

You would care...

I don't like him.

Yes you do.

Yes I do.

Damn...

"Jamison!" The man haunting her thoughts barks through the locked door, forcing Emma out of her stupor.

"Yes Lieutenant?" She replies, scrambling to get her bindings back on as swiftly as her nimble fingers allow. Adjusting the shirt again, she sprints to the door and opens it up by a crack.

"Are you alright?" He looks at her peculiarly. "May I come in?"

"I would let you... but I'm not wearing any pants." He raises his eyebrow at her and she smiles nervously. "Nothing is wrong sir. Just getting ready for bed."

His stance completely softens, blue eyes shining brightly almost cerulean.

"Jamison, I think you have earned the right to call me Killian by now." He's treating her like a friend, which is what she wants, but for some reason a void still lingers within her at his request.

"Right... I think I'll stick to Jones." Might as well resume their friendly banter.

He smirks, bastard.

"I wanted to thank you, for what you did earlier. Not many would have fought with me." It's no longer playful but sincere and sweet, the way his fingers nervous scratch behind his ear

"You're my lieutenant... it was my duty..."

"Yes, but you defended me with your sharp wit as well." He chuckles. "So thank you."

"You are very welcome Jones." Emma smiles.

"Well, you better get your sleep Jamison... we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, King's orders."

"May I ask where?"

"Our captain wishes to keep that a secret, not even I know."

"Then I shall see you in the morning Jones."

"Until the morrow Jamison." Killian nods his head. "Good night."

The door shuts gently, closing Emma's view of her gorgeous lieutenant. Her pink lips curve upwards and her teeth bite lightly on the lower but fail to suppress the content sigh that follows. A rough scrape against the door causes her to wince slightly as her sore body slides down against it, bare legs forming goose bumps at her more recent encounter with the man.

Despite the inner angel within her attempting to cage up her hunger for this man, she can no longer deny her attraction to him. He is no longer the irritable uptight lieutenant, but a man of honor who sees her as nothing but a potential friend. Deep down, she does seek this amiable relationship with him, a solidifying bond that keeps her in his good graces, yet she cannot curb the want... the need for more. Every time she is within his presence she has to maintain a neutral stance.

She must control her tongue from flirting with him.

Her emotions from smiling and emitting happiness around him.

Her eyes from appreciating him.

Her body from touching him.

And her lips...

From kissing him.

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Also, to the anon who asked... Emma is a crew member, but aboard a royal vessel she is also a naval officer since she is trustworthy and can fight. The only people who are JUST crewman are the cabin boy and those who simply clean or cook.
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