Hey guys! Just reread my story and realized I totally left you hanging! Things get pretty steamy in this chapter (it's rated M for a reason), if you weren't looking for that kind of story, I apologize. For those of you who have been waiting for this... enjoy! I hope I didn't disappoint!

He guided her to the docks, all the while Emma's eyes searched for the infamous Jolly Roger. He stopped and took a step out onto what appeared to be thin air. A few more steps and he had disappeared. Hook tugged on her hand and she stumbled forward, the ship coming into focus as she followed him aboard.

"It's beautiful." She breathed, taking in the fine carvings and majestic sails.

"Aye, Lass, that she is." Hook smirked at her admiration, "Would you care for a drink?"

"We just ate breakfast!" she exclaimed.

"Emma, I'm a pirate, it's never too early for rum." He explained as he opened up the doors to his captain's quarters.

It was dark, but he tossed open the drapes and lit a few lamps, casting a warm glow over the room. In the center stood a solid wood table with maps strewn across it, curling up at the edges. Built in cabinetry along the two side walls housed countless treasures, more maps and the rum and goblets which he had retrieved. Emma accepted the drink and raised the cup to hook in a silent toast. Her eyes wandered to his bed which lay under the back wall. It was built in, with curtain half closed, revealing messy linens and blankets where the captain slept. Not only slept, Emma thought to herself, finally taking a sip of the rum.

She sputtered and spat, Emma liked her liquor strong, but this was something else entirely. Hook chuckled and made his way to a bureau, bolted to the floorboards. His jacket was hanging off the back of one of the chairs, he must have taken that off when Emma was still taking in the room. Now he was turned away from her, working at the laces of his leather vest. He tosses it to the bed and the painfully pulled the loose, bloodied shirt over his head.

His back was muscled, Emma couldn't help but notice – couldn't help but stare, really. He pulled a new shirt out of his drawer and walked back to her. The light danced across his skin and her eyes spent as much time taking him in as she had his room. He had many scars, ragged and smooth lines decorated his skin. He watched her watching him.

"I don't have to put it back on, Love." he offered. Startled and waking from her trance she stared at his face, her defensive glare beginning to take hold of her features, but in seeing his expression, her aggression faded. What she saw in his face was something she was only beginning to recognize. She got the same look from Henry, and Mary Margaret and Ruby. He cared for her. Unsure of how to respond, she turned away – she was good at that. Gathering her thoughts she gulped down the cup of rum, grimacing at the taste, but glad to feel it. She turned back to him and he was right behind her, shirt on and looking at her with concern.

"It was just a joke, Lass" he soothed. "What's the matter?"

She shook her head, but with a stern look he coaxed an answer out of her.

"If you go after Gold – Rumplestiltskin – there's no way you could..." she trailed off but he knew where she was going.

"I've told you, Lass, I've got nothing to lose" but even saying the words he knew he never wanted to lose her.

"It's not about what you would lose!" she snapped, then looked down at the floor, "it's what losing you would mean to me."

She said it. The words he needed to hear. She was the great saviour and he was a lowly pirate, but she cared for him, he could see it in her eyes and now he heard it in her words. In one quick stride he closed the distance between them and pulled her into his kiss, wrapping his hooked arm around her waist and cradling her face in his hand. She softened into his body and wrapped her arms up around his neck. Their kisses became more impassioned, both hungry for more, but he was the one to pull back.

She stared up at him in shock and confusion. He searched for words but nothing came out. A look of hurt washed over her face as she retreated towards the door. She was almost through it when the hook around her wrist pulled her to a stop. He pulled her gently back inside and pressed her up against the wall, his forehead resting on hers, eyes looking straight into her soul.

"I..." he struggled to start, "I don't want to hurt you." She stared straight back at him and waited for him to continue.

"I know you've been hurt before, that's why you left me on that bloody beanstalk. You know I want my revenge. I can try to move on, like you. But I'll need your help." He brought his lips down to hers for a gentle kiss and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"Can you do that, Love?"

She nodded and met his lips with hers again, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist when the kisses grew deeper. He groaned at the strain on his still broken body, so she eased her legs down and broke the kiss to take him by the hand and lead him to the bed.

When he drew the curtains closed behind them it was dark, but their mouths found each other once again. Hands began to roam and Hook let out a groan and his hand slid over and cupped Emma's ass. Her pants were very tight and he loved watching her walk in them, now he got to feel her. His hand moved next under the fabric of her shirt, he'd already pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. His mouth moved down her neck and the kissed a path up her belly as his hand pushed the fabric out of the way. She had another garment enclosing her breasts and in the faint light he appraised it. Her breasts were glorious but wanted to be closer and had no idea how to get into the strange corset. Smiling at his struggle, she reached a hand behind her back and unclasped the bra, freeing her breasts and having them be immediately assaulted by his mouth, tongue and hand. She let out a moan as his actions caused her to arch her back, pressing her chest into his face, giving him full access to her throbbing, hardened nipples. His next mission was her pants, but first she had him take his shirt off.

She ran her hands over his bare skin, new bruises and old scars. She kissed his mouth and his hands fumbled at her waistband. Again she took control, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. He wasted no time in pulling them down and off her legs and wasted not a second in burying his face between her legs. Her cry of surprise quickly turned into cries of pleasure as his tongue and fingers coaxed her to her peak. While one hand gripped the sheets the other tangled deep in his hair, urging him on.

He could tell he had her teetering on the edge of her orgasm and his hand and hook retreated to free himself from the confines of his pants. She was practically begging him, whimpering and soaking wet when he plunged his length deep inside of her hot centre. The shock and size of him sent her over the edge, his name finally coming to her lips as she convulsed beneath him. Killian.

The sound of it broke his resolve to go take his time and he pounded his first few strokes into her before she'd had time to fully recover. He knew his body would be angry with him for all this movement, but he felt nothing but pleasure as he drove his throbbing erection into her ever tightening core and the sounds of her moans filled his cabin.

His peak approached as she ran her nails down his back, a soft squeaky moan escaping her lips with every thrust, she was getting close again and he tried to hold off but the tightening of her grip around his cock send him tumbling. He collapsed on top of her, spilling what he had inside of her and feeling the tremors of her second orgasm.

He rolled to the side, resting his head on her shoulder, listening to the pounding of her heart. She laced her fingers in his hair and played with it for a while.

"I won't leave you, Emma." He whispered to the darkness. Silent tears rolled down the sides of her face as she pulled him tighter against her and he wrapped his arms around her body. She believed him. She trusted him.