Chapter Title: Sleeping Arrangements

Title: lessons

AUTHOR: obisgirl
Rating: nc-17
Characters: Killian/Emma

Summary: Fairytale land – AU. Emma is a princess on the verge of becoming a woman but wants more out of life than what her parents can give her, so she makes a wish to be swept away which translates into being kidnapped and sold at a slave auction to one Captain Killian Jones.

A/N: The Evil Queen's curse never happened. Beta'd by zeldabel.

Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are property of Disney and Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. This fanfic is for pure entertainment.

Less than ten minutes later after trying to go to sleep, Killian hears a loud splash and someone call for an ore to help someone who's jumped overboard into the cold waters. He doesn't think much of it until he hears one of his men refer to the person as a girl and he rushes above deck, searching the bow for her.

Luckily, he spots Emma not too far away, barely staying above water but quickly failing.

Killian orders his men to raise the plank. His men scramble to put it into position but it's too late: Emma's already pulled down by the current. He runs to the side and dives into the water, searching for her.

Everything is dark except for a few places that are illuminated by the moonlight.

He feels a vibration disturbing the water and he rushes towards it, finding Emma unable to breathe properly, waving her hands to keep herself afloat. He grabs her waist and swims upwards until he reaches the surface and swims back towards the ship. He helps her find the ropes and starts climbing, helping her until she is dropped on board, coughing up water.

"You stupid, naive, incredulous girl! What the bloody Hell were you thinking? You could have drowned and killed yourself!" he screams.

Emma's still struggling to remove the water from her lungs and glares at him. She did this on purpose to get his attention. What an idiotic thing to do, even for a princess.

He relents after a moment and barks an order to one of his crew mates, giving her space. Killian kneels down in front of her and places his hand on her back, hitting it, forcing up more water until her lungs are totally clear.

"Thank you," she gasps.

"You're welcome," he retorts, "and you bloody don't ever do that again,"

She manages a smile, the mischievous glint returning. "Don't ever walk away from me again," she counters. "and I won't feel the need to take a nightly swim,"

"All right," he agrees, helping her stand, "You're going to need new clothes while these dry,"

He escorts her back to his cabin and sits her down as he scrounges about for something for her to wear. Ten minutes later, he still hasn't found anything but he can hear Emma start to shiver and he comes over to her, removing the blanket from underneath her and wraps it around her body.

"My clothes?"

"I'll continue looking," he manages and leaves her, opening his closet and that's when he spots it: it isn't a dress like the one she's wearing but it'll have to do for now until he find something else proper. He turns back to her, clothes in hand and gives it to her. "I know it isn't as pretty as your current dress but it's all I have at the moment, love. But I'll try and find you more clothes later,"

Emma takes the clothing and goes behind the divider against the wall as Killian sits down at the mirror dresser, which he had angled years ago to give him the best possible view of anyone dressing behind it. He can see Emma trying to unlace her wet dress but failing miserably, unable to get a firm grip.

"Do you need some help love?" he calls out.

"Reluctantly, yes," she says.

Killian stands and walks behind the divider, facing away from her and starts unlacing the back of her dress. It isn't until he starts seeing the pale of her skin that he slows down unlacing her, his eyes traveling the smoothness of her skin. Five minutes later, he is nearly done unlacing her but instead of moving away, he stands still staring at her back.

He wants to reach out and gently touch her skin, place his fingers on it and discover how soft it really feels. Emma can still feel him behind her and a breath hitches in her throat as she starts to pay attention to his haggard breathing.

She collects herself after a moment. "Are you finished?" she asks.

Killian steps back, bowing slightly. "Yes, m'lady," he affirms but still doesn't move away completely. "If there's nothing else, I'll let you continue changing,"

"Yes, that's enough, thank you," she whispers back.

He bows once again and takes his leave of her but instead of going back to the mirror dresser, he stands in the corner, waiting for her to come out. Another five minutes later, Emma steps out from the divider, carrying her old wet dress in one hand, wearing the clothes he provided her with.

The sight of her takes his breath away. He likes blue, it's one of his favorite colors but until that moment, he hadn't realized why he liked blue so much. Emma's a vision, dressed from neck to bottom in a knee length loose fitting sparkling ocean blue sleeveless dress. He got it from somewhere, where he couldn't remember but it fit her perfectly.

Emma gives him her nicely folded wet clothes and he takes them from her, setting them aside for the moment, unable to take his eyes off her.

"You're staring," she comments.

"You're stunning, Emma," he breathes.

Emma examines his clothes and notes that parts of it are still damp. "You should change too," she suggests, smiling, "Don't want my teacher to get sick either,"

Killian looks down at his clothes and then back to her. "I'll manage darling," he offers, "It isn't the first time I've had to rescue a woman taking a nightly swim,"

She stares at him and her gaze is unrelenting. "I'll change," he says and goes behind the divider, removing his

clothes while Emma slips underneath the covers of his bed. The dress is comfortable to walk in but uncomfortable to sleep in, so Emma starts removing it. When she can hear him almost done changing, she removes the last of her clothes and makes sure the blanket fully covers her.

"Um Emma," he calls out. "I hate to bring up bad news but my wardrobe is very limited and I – could you turn

around love?"

Emma turns over, facing the wall and knocks on it, letting him know it's okay. Killian exits the divider and stops short, seeing her in his bed. "Emma, what are you doing?"

"Hyperthermia," she mutters, "The best way to avoid hyperthermia is to lie with another person and rub against them until their normal body heat returns,"

"Rub as in – " he starts, "Are you naked under there?"

She shrugs, smiling and blushing a little. "If I am, would that bother you Captain? There's seriously no point in both of us getting sick because then we would unable to continue our lessons,"

"You have a point, lass," he manages and slips into the bed as Emma makes room for him, her back still turned away from him.

As he tries to get comfortable, Emma can feel him brush up against her and she feels a rush of intense pleasure. He stops moving suddenly and she turns around and faces him. "This is a very unusual situation that we're in," he observes, "Normally, when a woman is naked in by bed we're doing other activities to entertain ourselves,"

"Captain," she starts.

"Killian," he corrects, "If I get to call you Emma, you can say my name; it's Killian,"

She smiles at him. "I guess I don't have to ask what those activities would include," she teases and shifts slightly so she is closer to him, almost hugging his upper body. "Is this okay?"

"It's fine," he manages, though he is quite aware that this sudden closeness is affecting him differently than he would have expected. He can feel her inches away from him and suddenly, his hearts starts beating fast. She is, to his knowledge, unaware of his condition.

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