Our babies are going on their first date! =D While Killian and Emma are heading out for dinner and eat pasta (Lady & The Tramp-style squee) on the show, my version of their first proper date is slightly different - and will include tacos! So yes the story is now M-rated! ;)
And what about the Frozen characters? I promise I haven't forgotten them ;p Just wait for the next chapter!
Let me know what you think, reviews are more than welcome! =)
Songs featured: "My Invitation" by Sarah Slean / "Sail Away" by David Gray
Chapter 4: Stars
They'd spent the entire afternoon on the beach, simply enjoying each other's company as they shared pleasant anecdotes about their past, often making the other one laugh with some embarrassing tales. The air was crisp and there was a light breeze but the sun warmed their faces, as they sat next to each other with his arm encircling her waist, while they watched the waves crash onto the shore. Killian came prepared and brought one of those extra fluffy blankets from the ship with them, which he draped across Emma's shoulders the moment he fell her shudder against him.
He swiftly moved to sit behind her, allowing her to rest her back against his chest as he embraced her. "My hero" she cooed as she entwined her fingers with his.
Killian chuckled warmly, "Well lass, I did learn a thing or two during our first date. So least I could do was come prepared." and kissed the top of her head.
Emma smiled brightly and pressed her back more firmly against him with a contented sigh. She'd really enjoyed their afternoon together, doing normal things a couple would at the start of a relationship – and luckily this time minus the magical blunders!
"I wish we could stay here forever." She mused softly after they spent some minutes basking in silence.
"No you don't." quipped Killian with a wry grin.
Emma turned in his arms so she could face him "Yes I do!" she retorted. "I love it here. The sun, the sea, being in your arms, not having to worry about some evil villain or trouble in town…it's just perfect."
Killian's eyes softened and nuzzled her affectionately. He had to admit he felt the same way, as spending time alone together without distractions or problems had to be treasured. He tenderly brushed his lips against hers before deepening the kiss, begging her for entrance. Feeling his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, she granted him access and entwined their tongues in a sensual dance. They explored each other's mouth languidly as if they had all the time in the world. Her kisses tasted like strawberries and he just couldn't get enough of her. Emma gently nibbled his bottom lip, before peppering his jaw and neck with soft little kisses. The corners of her mouth tugged upwards, when she heard him moan after she teased that particular sensitive spot behind his ear, lapping her tongue along his earlobe, before she returned to kiss his lips. He tangled his fingers in her hair, while he kissed her back passionately. Sparks of pleasure coursed through her body and butterflies fluttered in her stomach, relishing the sensations he elicited from her. He gently pulled on her bottom lip before finally breaking for air, letting their excited breaths mingle as they touched their foreheads.
Emma rubbed her nose affectionately against his and cupped his cheek. "Like I told you, perfect" she murmured breathily.
Killian captured her lips for another sweet kiss before he locked his ocean-blue eyes on hers. "I was sort of hoping we could have another perfect moment later, if you can see yourself moving from this spot that is?" his lips curling in a warm smile.
Emma's eyes lit up. "Hmm, perhaps I could be persuaded…" she smiled coyly.
"Brilliant! Then I'm afraid I've to go." Killian abruptly moved away from her and stood up much to Emma's immediate surprise.
"Hey there pirate, you're not just going to abandon me here now, are you?" She pouted, hoping they could have spent at least another hour on the beach together.
"I'm sorry darling; I have plans that need my urgent attention."
Emma crinkled her brow and tugged on his trousers, "You're not time-sharing me with another girl I hope?" she asked in mock indignation.
Killian arched his eyebrow in amusement, "No… I can't say I do." as his cheeks flushed red. "Will you meet me back at the ship later, say 7.00 pm?" he asked nervously with a timid smile.
"Are you asking me out on another date, Killian Jones?" she beamed, loving the shy flustered expression which crossed his features.
"I suppose I am M'Lady…"
"Well then, who am I to turn down such a polite invitation?"
Killian's heart soared with relief knowing which surprises he had in store, "So you'll come by at 7.00 pm.?"
Emma stood up to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. "I will." Giving him a warm reassuring smile, while having the distinct notion he was up to something…
"Right, then I best be on my way – plans…" he stammered as he pulled himself away from her embrace.
Emma gave him a searching look before she tugged him back for another kiss. Killian smiled against her lips "Ems, you really really have to let me go, love. I'll see you later, alright? I promise it will be worth it." He winked, before he cupped her face and planted a final kiss on her brow.
"Okay" she said rather reluctantly, taking a step back.
Emma watched him walk away in rapid purposeful strides as she hugged herself, feeling the sudden chill in the air now he was no longer with her. Still wrapped in the blanket she made her own way back to the apartment and realised she was already missing him. She'd never been this type of person before, and it frankly scared her how much he seems to affect her. She was overjoyed the embarrassingly blushing phase was over, but she'd be damned if she turned into one of those horrendously annoying clinging type of girlfriends! Emma rolled her eyes, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she just wanted – almost needed to be around him. She was still in a subdued mood when Henry stepped through the door, about half an hour before she was meeting Killian.
"Hey, mom!" he greeted her with a hug.
"Hey, you! How was your day with Archie? Did you have fun?" She asked as she went to the fridge, pouring them a glass of juice to drink. Henry had wanted to spend some time with his old friend and trek in the forest with Pongo, as it couldn't hurt to chat about the past year with someone outside of his family.
"Yes, I did…" Henry gave her an apprehensive look as he checked out what she was wearing: dark jeans and a simple blue top.
"Mom, did Killian asked you out by any chance?"
"Yes, I'm meeting him in 20 minutes…" Emma raised her eyebrows. "Hang on a sec, how would you know? He just asked me few hours ago… and last I checked you weren't there." she exclaimed warily.
Henry sighed with exasperation, "Okay… Mom, don't take this the wrong way but you really need to change! You can't meet him wearing what you're wearing now – trust me!"
"Excuse me? This top wasn't exactly cheap and why shouldn't I meet Killian in jeans? I wear this all the time…" she told him, rather annoyed with his comments on her wardrobe.
"Exactly! Look… don't make me ruin the surprise, alright. Just wear something different… like a dress, a nice dress." He suggested candidly.
Emma's face softened "There's a surprise?" Ha! She knew something was up, though she had no idea her two boys were in on it.
Henry groaned, "Yes. Now go and change or you'll be late! I'm going to spend the night over at Grandpa's, so you know… don't worry about me, ok?"
"Yes, Sir! God, you can be bossy." she smiled while ruffling his hair on the way to her bedroom.
"Guess whose side I got that from?!" he shouted back, before settling down in front of the TV, waiting for David to pick him up.
Emma checked out her wardrobe and finally settled on a floral little number, with no sleeves and an A-line skirt; matching it up with cream pumps and a vest which came with the dress. She styled her hair in a fancy ponytail, added a bit more blush and a layer of gloss on her lips, before she presented herself in front of her son.
"So buddy, will this do, you think?" she asked rather nervously.
Henry beamed at her, "That's more like it! The princess is ready for her ball!"
Emma gulped hard "A ball… there's a ball?!" suddenly her heart started to race inside her chest, remembering their first dance in the Enchanted Forest.
Henry smirked "I'm not saying yes or no, you'll find out soon enough. It's time by the way. You should go, and don't forget to have fun!"
Emma kissed his cheek, "What would I do without you…"
"I ask myself that very same question on a daily basis." He teased.
"Hey! Watch it… Oh and don't stay up too late okay? You have school tomorrow."
"I know, I know… Now go and enjoy your date!"
Emma gave him a warm smile before she picked up her small handbag with her keys and phone, and made her way to the Swan & Jones with goose bumps and a crazy amount of butterflies in her stomach.
~~~K & E ~~~
"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" she shouted with a bright smile. Killian swiftly came up from below deck and extended his hand to help her aboard.
"Welcome aboard your ship, Your Highness." He winked as he brought her hand to his lips.
Emma stared at him open-mouthed, he looked handsome and sexy and most definitely dashing! Killian wasn't wearing his usual pirate outfit; instead he wore a white v-neck shirt with a dark blue vest and dark pants. It was very reminiscent of his Prince Charles outfit – minus the coat. She must have stared a little too long as he started to chuckle warmly. "You alright there, love?"
Emma shook herself from her reverie, "I'm fine! You look… you look very handsome." she blurted out before chiding herself. She was going to turn bright red again, she could feel it…
"And you Swan, are a sight for sore eyes." His seductive tone and hooded eyes did nothing to abate those butterflies!
As Killian led her up, Emma noticed he had lit the entire deck with beautiful lanterns, and cozied up the seating area with all sorts of soft pillows and warm blankets.
"You really did have plans, didn't you?" she exclaimed in awe, her emerald eyes shining with delight at the romantic setting he'd created for the two of them.
Killian scratched behind his ear, "Well, thought it was about time this pirate treated his beautiful princess to something a bit special."
Emma kissed his cheek. "I love it! And you're making me very hungry with those tantalizing smells coming from the kitchen. Hang on… are you cooking?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
Killian's lips curled into a timid smile, "I am. You sound a bit shocked, love. I promise I have done this once or twice before."
Emma shook her head, "I'm sorry… I'm just stunned you've done all of this, have gone through all this trouble I mean…" her voice faltered a little as she was feeling overwhelmed. No one she ever dated had ever surprised her like this.
Killian sighed and lifted her chin to make her look up at him, "Swan, it was no trouble at all; and secondly, you haven't even tasted what's for dinner yet! I mean, I hope you'll like it…" he said playfully, making her laugh. "And thirdly, who said dinner was my only surprise?" He teased arching his eyebrow.
Emma beamed at him as she could feel an exquisite warmth coursing through her veins, radiating from her heart. "Have I told you that I loved you today? I can't remember." before she pressed her lips against his.
Killian broke the kiss too early for her liking, making him chuckle at her expression. "Darling, I promise you'll have my full abiding attention later, but we need to do one or two things first!"
"Such as…?" she asked apprehensively.
Killian gave her a look, his ocean blue eyes dancing with mischief. "You didn't really think we'd stay docked, did you?"
Emma knitted her brows together, "You want to sail?! Really…?" wondering if it was such a good idea.
"Correction, love… you are going to sail." as he locked his eyes on hers.
Emma swallowed hard; memories of last week flooded her brain as she remembered losing control and making the ship fly. She didn't want this to happen again! One way to prevent this from recurring was of course to stay put, and not go sailing.
"Killian, I really don't think this is such a good idea…" she started nervously.
Killian interrupted her with a smug grin -"Too bad!" as he tugged her arm and gently forced her to follow him, and stand behind the ship's wheel.
"What the hell?!" she turned to face him in dismay.
Killian's eyes softened, "Sweetheart, I know you're scared and worried but you don't have to. She's a fine ship… she truly is, and she will listen and obey your orders as you are her Captain."
"But that's exactly why I'm so terrified. I don't seem to control what I want or think I want…" she told him with a forlorn expression.
"Emma, she will listen if you ask her not to do anything but sail. I promise." He smiled reassuringly as he kissed her brow. As if on cue the ship started to make a loud cracking noise.
Emma swiftly stepped into Killian's embrace "What was that?!" she asked in alarm, her senses in overdrive.
Killian laughed heartily, "That's her, she's just saying hello. Now why don't you two get properly acquainted while I undo the ropes?"
While Killian got everything ready to set sail, Emma stood awkwardly at the helm – unsure how she should greet her ship, let alone what he expected her to do there. "Umm… hi" she murmured, while she stroked one of the handles – causing the ship to make a funny tapping sound in response. Hoping she was listening, Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes "Ok, so umm… ship,it'd be really great, as in really really really great if you know, could stick to the water this time? Whatever I may think or am unaware I'm thinking… gosh I'm sorry this so awkward. Ok just do anything but fly, please? That'd be really awesome, especially as I don't want to endanger Killian again with my clumsiness… So yeah, that's my wish – um order. Could you do that for me, ship?" She asked nervously. The ship made another tapping sound, before Emma peeked through her eyes. "Okay… I hope that was a yes?" as she stroked the handle again, resulting in another clear tapping noise coming from the ship. Emma let out a sigh of relief, the corners of her lips tugging upwards as she saw Killian coming over to her.
"Alright, we're ready to set sail! All you have to do is steer the ship, I'll teach you about the rigging and how to adjust the sails some other time", he told her full of enthusiasm. Emma swallowed hard; she was really going to do this. "No need to look so nervous Ems, this will be fun – I promise!" Killian stepped behind her and correctly placed her hands on the steering wheel, before encircling her waist.
"Okay, so what should I do next?" asked Emma, once they were on open waters, her heart still thundering inside her chest.
Killian nuzzled her neck, the combination of his actions and the smell of sandalwood on him, making her shiver "Well, I really have to get back to the kitchen, so just keep steering on this course for a bit further..." He spoke softly, before kissing her temple. "You're doing amazing Swan, like I knew you would." he beamed with sincere pride.
Emma turned to face him with a playful grin, wrapping her arms around his neck "Well, I do have a fine teacher by my side." Killian's blue eyes lit up with mischief "Aye, the best I'd say." he jibed with a cocky smile.
Emma rolled her eyes, before she planted a quick kiss on his lips. "I'm starving, can't wait to taste what you're cooking down there."
"The first course is nearly ready." he smiled broadly, before stepping away from her embrace to get below deck.
Emma raised her eyebrows, "The first course… how many are there?" she asked gingerly.
"Just the four" he answered in a matter-of-fact tone, before disappearing below.
Emma was left astounded. Wow! She never had a four-course meal in her life, not even in a restaurant – as she wasn't one for the entire awkward 'formal-dining' ritual. She was about to step away from the helm to ask if he needed any help, when romantic music started to play from the stereo-boxes she failed to have spotted on deck. She shook her head with a wide smile, before she put her hands back on the steering wheel.
Right, sailing the course, Swan she reminded herself. Shame there's not an auto-pilot option she wondered, resulting in the ship to creak. Emma's eyes flew wide-open. "Sorry! Didn't mean to offend you, ship!" She exclaimed with trepidation. Abruptly the ship's wheel started to turn on its own accord, forcing Emma to let go of the handles – until it settled on the course set by Killian. Emma gasped in bewilderment, "Okay… so there's an auto-pilot option after all, I guess. Well that could come in handy. Thanks, ship!" The Swan & Jones answered back with a crack, making Emma giggle.
"Okay, so you and me, we're gonna get along just fine I think! Ahem especially if you can help me look good with our other Captain…" she winked with a smile. "But I don't think I can continue to just call you ship." Emma sighed, wondering aloud. It's clear the ship had a clever and witty magical personality, and calling her ship wasn't doing her any justice. Calling her Swan was out of the question, Jones would be too confusing with her dashing pirate on board, and S and J made no sense. However turning it round, you'd get J and S – Jess! "Jess, perfect! I'll be calling you Jess if that's alright?" earning Emma an instant response in the form of a flapping sail.
"Everything alright, love?" asked Killian with an amused expression. Emma beamed at him "More than fine, just having a pleasant conversation with Jess!"
Killian knitted his brows together in confusion, "'Jess'?" he asked hesitantly, his eyes searching for another person on deck.
Emma laughed warmly, "Sorry, I'm still the only one here! No, I've decided our ship deserved a nickname or shortened version if you will… so I decided on Jess and she seems to approve!"
"Oooh, alright! Jess it is, then." The Swan & Jones flapped her sails again, making both of her Captains chuckle. "We can lay anchor here, it's a nice spot for later." teased Killian.
"What's later?" asked Emma curiously, as she watched him drop the anchor.
"Not telling! You'll just have to have patience and see." He winked. "Care to join me for the first course, M'Lady?" asked Killian in a seductive tone, ready to lead her below deck. Emma's lips curved into an enchanting smile "I'd be delighted, kind Sir."
~~~K & E ~~~
The second she stepped below deck, Emma was unable to contain her excitement and sheer amazement. The whole place was lit with candlelight, a golden glow creating the perfect atmosphere, while the dinner table was beautifully laid out, and the delicious smell coming from the pots and pans, made her even hungrier than she already was.
"This is absolutely stunning… I don't know what to say…" she stammered, swallowing hard. Killian tilted his head, "You don't have to say anything, love." He smiled, full of relief that she seem to like what he tried to achieve with the place. Killian took her vest, before she sat down on the bunk-seat.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" she asked him casually, hoping he knew she wasn't just simply asking because he was doing this all with one hand.
Killian gave her a warm smile, "Thanks love, but I'm sure I can manage. Champagne?" Emma returned his smile, before he poured them two glasses. With ease, Emma watched him bring over the first course he'd prepared; scallops in a white wine and herb cream sauce with a baguette on the side.
"To us" Killian toasted Emma's glass. "To us" repeated Emma with dancing green eyes, brimming with love for the handsome man sitting opposite her, who was smiling nervously.
"If you don't like it, just leave it! Don't feel obliged to finish it, because of me, promise?" he stammered as Emma was about to take her first mouthful. Honestly what was he on about? It was the best food she'd ever tasted in her life! Killian looked on with a hopeful gaze, and Emma knew she had to put him out of his misery or he wouldn't be able to enjoy the dinner at all.
"Look here, Jones, you can't just hide a talent like that you know! You never once brought up you're an amazing cook, what's up with that?!" she admonished with a playful expression.
Killian scratched behind his ear, "I don't know…" he smiled biting his lip, sighing with relief.
"Darling, it's just delicious. Thank you so much for everything" as Emma grasped his hand and locked her eyes with his.
"My pleasure Swan, hope you'll like the rest as well. I've prepared turbot to follow, and chicken with a tarragon sauce for the main course, and a trio of desserts to finish." He recited the menu with a lump in his throat.
Emma had never seen him this unsure about himself, usually her pirate was full of swagger and charm. But this dinner obviously meant a lot to him.
"I'm pretty sure I will… but I have to ask, did you train as a Michelin-starred chef in France or something?" she asked in awe.
Killian gave her a baffled look, "Michelin-what?!"
Emma shook her head, "What I meant was, it's clear you're a very talented cook. Did you learn it at college, or just naturally skilled?"
Killian leaned back in his chair with a sheepish smile, "I guess a mixture of the two? I never got the chance to know my mother Caitlin, but she had a reputation in town of being a great cook, so my father always said anyways…" his voice trailing off a little bit at the mention of his father. "And yes, back at Naval College, I once served over 6 months in the galley kitchens – feeding hungry sailors twice a day. The on board cook taught me quite a lot, and before long he put me in charge of cooking and serving the meals for the officers. Which was always nerve wrecking! I really enjoyed it though."
"Hmm, your crew must have been very lucky with you on board" smiled Emma.
Killian shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "Before the Jewel of the Realm became the Jolly Roger, yes… but in truth you're the first person I've cooked for, in such a very long time." He gulped hard, not quite able to meet her eyes as a pained expression crossed his features.
Emma stared at him in astonishment, no wonder this entire evening meant so much. He'd stopped doing something he was talented at and enjoyed, when Liam died and didn't pick it up even when he met Milah. She let it sink in for a few moments, before she tried cheering him up.
"Well, next time we're eating with my parents, I'd love you to give it a go, and prepare something for us as well – you could have a competition with my dad. That'd be fun!" her eyes danced with mischief.
Killian's cheeks flushed, knowing what she was doing "Maybe I will" he said bashfully, before he topped up their glasses with Champagne.
Emma helped clearing up the table, taking no notice of Killian's protest, before watching him put the finishing touches to the second dish. Safe to say it was equally as good, if not better than the first one. Emma didn't mind cooking, but his dishes were something else. He could easily win those Masterchef programs on TV, she thought to herself. One handed or not, it didn't seem to matter one bit as she watched him wield the chef's knives with ease, as Killian took full use of 'the fake hand'. Meanwhile the lovely romantic music continued to play in the background.
"Main course will be ready in a bit." He smiled broadly, watching Emma sway on her feet.
You are what they call the human season
You are all the alphabet in one
You are every colour of confusion…
"Come on, dance with me Jones?" as she stretched out her hand.
Killian chuckled, "I fear you'll have to teach me the steps love, as this is no waltz."
Emma giggled, "No, it isn't" as she let his arm encircle her waist, held his fake hand in hers, wrapped her other around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
"This is cosy" he remarked softly, the scent of her perfume: jasmine and rose simply intoxicating. He kissed the top of her head as they slowly started to move to the music.
Love me for
Stupid reasons
I like those most…
"That's the entire point of a slow dance." She smiled against his chest, before gazing back up at him.
Damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet
Keeping pretty words between my teeth and
Sweet confessions underneath my tongue
"Been meaning to ask all night how you've come to settle on these songs."
"You don't like the music?" he asked anxiously.
"I do!" Emma was quick to reassure him. "It's just not what I expected…" she answered tentatively with knitted brows. For sure she thought he'd prefer anything other but the modern world songs, but apparently she was dead wrong.
A coy smile tugged his lips upwards, "Your boy helped me out a little bit with that, actually…" he confessed.
"Oh, so that's why he knew you'd asked me out?" She exclaimed.
Killian bit his lip, "Henry made me listen to all sorts, and those ones I liked best I guess – other than classical pieces of music, but they can often sound a bit too formal I think."
Drowsy contemplation
Do I let you in
This is my invitation
But how do I begin?
Emma brushed her lips against his, "You've given this night a lot of thought, haven't you?" she marvelled.
Killian pressed their foreheads together, "Like I said earlier, my Princess deserved something special." He murmured before capturing her lips. She kissed him back passionately, until the ringing of the timer broke the spell.
"Sorry love, we'll have to continue this later – or else the whole place will smell of burned chicken…" he told her in an apologetic tone.
"Well I'm counting on it!" she kissed his cheek, before sitting back at the table. Emma poured them some wine, while Killian got the main course out of the oven. She enjoyed their dance, but damn her pirate could cook up a storm. "Okay, you either share your recipes or you might just have to put up with me and Henry, begging you to cook for us every day: Your choice!"
Killian laughed heartily, "Maybe we can cook something together?"
"That sounds like a great plan!" She quipped with a tilt of the corners of her lips. This was bound to be a lot of fun Emma thought, as she already imagined the two of them in the kitchen of her apartment. With a sudden pang in the pit of her stomach, she realised only two weeks ago she was eager to pack her bags to New York. And if a certain someone hadn't made her see sense, she'd have missed everything. Of course their relationship was new and exciting, and quite a bit scary too, but she could already visualize a future for them. She could see them being happy together and have fun, even though they were bound to have fights at some point, which was natural. Emma could no longer deny that the feeling of being loved by him, was the best feeling in the world. And she stupidly almost threw that chance away.
"Are you alright, Ems?" concern crossed his features, as he traced circles on the top of her hand. She'd gone silent on him, and failed to notice he'd asked her a question.
Emma shook herself, "I'm sorry, what? Yes I'm fine…" trying to keep her voice steady.
"I was just asking about dessert. Do you want it now or shall we go up on deck for a bit first?" his tone still full of concern.
The deck, fresh air to clear her mind, that's just what she needed! "Going up deck, sounds good to me."
Killian gave her another searching look. (Damn it, she was truly an open book to him.) Trying to return to the mood she was in a few minutes ago, she gave him a reassuring smile before making her way up.
~~~K & E ~~~
Without her vest, she could really feel the chill in the air. Emma quickly made her way to the pile of warm blankets and pillows at the seating area, and wrapped herself in a couple, before Killian joined her. Meanwhile he'd switched off the lanterns, and instead placed a couple of tea-lights around them. He finally sat down next to her, after he went to get Liam's book as Emma had affectionately called it.
"This is really nice." Emma murmured in the crook of his neck, as he'd wrapped his arm around her waist. Killian's lips curved upwards when he felt her snuggling closer. "Look up." He spoke softly, a rush of excitement coursing through his veins as he waited for her reaction.
He wasn't disappointed, as Emma gasped aloud, rendered entirely speechless by the beauty of the sky above. She'd never seen the stars shining this brightly before. No awful city light pollution here, as they were so far out at sea. "Killian, this is amazing!"
He scratched behind his ear, "I'm just lucky the clouds decided to stay away tonight." He chuckled warmly, enjoying the marvelled expression on her face.
"Can you teach me, where and what is what? I always wanted to learn, but never really got round to it…"
Killian opened up the book to show her some star-charts. "I actually needed some help with those as well, since some of the constellations are slightly different than in the Enchanted Forest. But the planets and galaxies remain the same of course."
Emma scrunched up her nose in that adorable way of hers "Of course. Just to remind you that apart from the basics, I haven't really got a clue about anything else. So I fear you'll have to start from the very beginning."
"There's nothing wrong with the beginning, love" he winked. "Okay let's lay back down on the cushions, shall we?" They moved to a more comfortable position, able to view the night sky all around them. Killian took her hand in his, and pointed out the planets of the Solar System, a couple of moons, the recognizable Milky Way and the distant Andromeda Galaxy. Followed by some fascinating facts about the Pleiades or the Seven Sisters constellation, and the importance they held back in the Enchanted Forest, with the descendants of the Greek gods still fighting over the names. Emma took it all in, loving the way he spoke so passionately about one of his favourite subjects. "I hope there won't be a pop-quiz after this, because it's quite a lot to remember…" she joked.
Killian ran his tongue across his lip, "I hope I'm not boring you?" he asked disquietedly.
Emma made him face her and cupped his cheek, "I love you. This is by far the most enjoyable night I've had in like forever. I can't thank you enough for everything Killian." The lump in her throat was back as she swallowed hard, feeling tears prick in her eyes.
Killian saw the love for him shining in her eyes, making his heart soar. She spoke with such sincerity, it overwhelmed him. Of course he'd hoped she'd have a good time tonight with him, their first real proper date. But most of all he'd wanted tonight to be all about her.
"I love you too, Sweetheart. And I've to thank you as well for, you know… I just enjoy being with you, Emma." Little sparks of warmth radiated across her chest, and soon enough their lips met in a searing kiss. Their hands started to get busy, roaming over each other's bodies, while the kiss deepened. Emma had already managed to undo all the buttons of his vest, loosened up his shirt and was about to tackle his buckle, all while he continued to tangle his tongue with hers, before he abruptly broke the kiss.
"What's wrong?" she asked him breathily, locking her eyes with his.
Killian smiled lovingly while cupping her face, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." He truly didn't want to stop what they were doing, but centuries being at sea told him they'd best make their way below – fast. "A storm is brewing, that's all… we'd better return below deck."
Emma blinked a couple of times and looked up at the sky, which was still sparkling brightly with not a cloud to be seen. "A storm? Are you sure? Because the skies look pretty clear to me" – she remarked incredulously.
Killian chuckled, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I could hear scepticism in your voice, Swan. Haven't you learned to trust me by now?" tilting his head to one side, arching his brow.
Emma rolled her eyes, "I suppose I should give you the benefit of the doubt, pirate…" as she reluctantly stood up, and helped him clear up the deck.
Killian couldn't help but smirk when a strong blast of wind hit the sails just when they were finishing up, making Emma knit her brows together, slightly annoyed he was right – AGAIN. "No need to be so damn smug about it, Jones." as she walked past him, carrying the book in her hands to go below.
Emma took one look at the messy kitchen, and wondered if she could possibly make this work…"Jess if you could help me with this, even a tiny bit I'd truly appreciate it…" She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and wished for clean dishes and everything put back in the cupboards. White light swirled around her, and by the time Killian stepped down, the entire kitchen was left spotless.
"Bloody hell, love!" exclaimed Killian dumbfounded. Emma was feeling rather pleased with herself. "Well, since you cooked and we dined like kings; least I could do was the washing up…" she told him with a wide triumphant smile.
"That's… well that's really kind of you." He grinned, happy and ever so proud she'd tried out her magic and overcame her fears.
"Do you want that dessert now, love?" he asked as his arms embraced her from behind, while nuzzling her neck. Emma's breath hitched, sensual tension was electrifying the air between them, and she wanted nothing more than continue what they'd started on the deck. "You know… I'm rather full, but I do have another kind of dessert in mind. One that include nightcaps, if you'd like to join me?" she said smoothly.
"Quite the invitation, a pirate is unable to refuse Miss Swan" – His seductive tone was sending shivers down her spine, and as she turned to face him, she saw his blue eyes blown with lust staring back at her. She was about to crash their mouths together, when she clumsily dropped the book she forgot she was still holding. "Damn it! I'm so sorry Killian!" she exclaimed in a tone full of worry, thinking she'd damaged it as loose pages scattered the floor."
Killian was quick to reassure her, "No damage done, love. They were loose already" as he helped her picking them up. Emma noticed they were sheet music but not of the printed sort, recognizing Liam's and Killian's elegant hand. Emma arched her eyebrows with interest "Did you compose music together?" She asked while showing him one of the pages.
"We umm… we did" – He stammered with a sheepish smile. "Well at least we tried to anyways…"
Emma tilted her head, the corners of her lips tugging upwards. If he tried in the same way he tried to cook, she had a feeling her modest boyfriend had probably composed an entire symphony. "What instruments do you play?"
"I played the piano, but that was more Liam's instrument as I preferred the strings. The violin was my favourite, and I always had one at hand in my quarters, so to speak, until… you know… Can't quite manage to play one-handed" – a rather forlorn expression crossed his features, while he tried to sound light-hearted.
"I'm so sorry Killian…" Emma said empathetically.
Killian shook his head, forcing a smile "Don't be, love. It's quite a trivial thing anyway, and of no importance."
Emma watched him carefully, realising he opened up quite a lot to her during the past day, starting at the beach. She knew the loss of Liam and Milah had affected him greatly of course, but she'd never stood still before what the loss of his hand had meant in terms of sacrifices…Only because she was so used to see him with the hook or the fake hand, she never for a second thought or saw him as someone 'disabled' – (the man disarmed and fought an entire garrison of the Queen's armed guards on his own, after all!) Yet tonight he allowed her to see a glimpse of his vulnerable side, and she knew that mustn't have been easy.
"I just wished we could listen to it… I haven't heard it played in quite a long time…" he murmured softly, as he gathered more of the pages together.
Emma's face lit up with excitement. "Give me just a sec!" she beamed at him, as she searched for her phone. Killian gave her a quizzical look, watching her tap her fingers rapidly on the screen of her cell. "Aha, there you are! I knew I still had that app stored somewhere."
"Pass me those pages will you?" Killian raised his eyebrows, completely baffled by what she intended to do with the sheet music. Snap, snap, snap…he could hear over and over again, until Emma seemed happy having turned over the last page, and taken a final snap. "There all done! Just a few settings…" Emma hit play, and laughed warmly when the sound of the first few notes filled the room. She watched Killian closely, his face a picture of astonishment, not quite believing his own ears.
"Swan, is this some kind of witchcraft?" he swallowed hard, locking his eyes on hers, while the waltz he composed with Liam over 300 years ago played in the background.
Emma cupped his cheek with a loving smile, "Can't take the credit for this one, my Darling… you've to thank apple."
"I think I know exactly who to thank… and it's definitely not a fruit." He quipped back with a broad grin, which lit up his eyes and made Emma giggle. "May I have this dance, Miss Swan?" He asked sweetly. For a brief moment Emma imagined herself back on the dance floor in the Enchanted Forest. The living room section couldn't compare to the size of a ballroom, but there was still plenty enough space for Killian to twirl her around in his arms.
When the final note had played, Killian bit his lip nervously, "I hope it wasn't too awful… it was sort of modern when we composed it, but you know…" Emma gazed at him in wonder, brushing a stray strand away from his brow. "It's beautiful… and you prove to be quite a catch, you know that? Who knew the formidable Captain Hook was such a lover of art and science, a musician and a terrific talented cook." Emma smiled softly, waiting his reaction.
Killian started to blush, "You forgot, I'm also devilishly handsome…" arching his brow with a cheeky grin.
Emma ran her tongue over her bottom lip, "Yeah, I suppose those baby-blues of yours aren't too bad…" she teased.
Killian inched closer, feeling his warm breath on her face as he seductively whispered "Are you sure that's all you like, love?" in her ear, sending thrills of anticipation straight through her core. Emma was still stunned he could so easily switch from almost embarrassingly shy to simply oozing sex in matters of seconds. Time for distractions were over, she wanted him.
~~~K & E ~~~
She answered him back by pulling him even closer, crashed their mouths together and started to kiss him with abandon. Killian tangled his hand in her hair, deepening the kiss even further as Emma's nimble fingers got busy undoing the buttons of his shirt. "That shirt needs to come off, pirate!" she breathed. "And you have to lose that dress, M'Lady." He pulled on her bottom lip, and manoeuvred them inside the Captain's Quarters. Moving his hand from her hair in search of frankly anything to undo her dress, he failed miserably while Emma was freely roaming her hands under his shirt; getting fed up with the buttons. "Swan, how the devil do you get out of that dress?!" he groaned. Emma's lips curled upwards, "Invisible zip to the side…." she said breathily. "Lose the shirt…" she told him, as she kicked her pumps away and let her dress pool down to her feet, revealing her strapless white bra and matching lacy underwear. The dimmed lights in the cabin cast a golden glow on her skin, as she enjoyed watching Killian's awestruck expression. "See something you like?" she giggled, letting her hair down before settling down on the bed. Killian ran his tongue across his bottom lip, quickly discarding that damn shirt and boots, before he joined her.
"You are so beautiful, Emma." His hooded ocean blue eyes locked with hers, the way he looked at her so reverently and said those words, made her swallow hard and her heart clench. She moved her hand to the back of his head, tangling itself in his hair, and put the other across his chest. "I love you, Killian Jones" – and captured his lips in a tender kiss, tongues dancing a sensual dance, while his hand started to explore every inch of her body. It was almost embarrassing the way he got her body to respond to every single touch and caress. Certain she'd already drenched her underwear, feeling the wetness pool between her legs, as he ignited sparks of pleasure to course through her veins. Unlike her dress, he managed to unhook her bra in one fluid motion, "So beautiful" – he murmured with admiration against her skin. Her breath caught in her throat when he trailed featherlike kisses from the column of her neck down to her collarbone, dipping into the valley of her breasts. Taking one hard peak into his mouth, lapping and laving with his tongue, he paid equal attention to the other; alternating between brushing the nipple with his thumb and teasing the sensitive flesh of the underside of her breast.
Emma gripped his hair, wrapping the other around his back; her core was aching to be touched as he kept winding her up tighter and tighter – her hips pushing upwards of their own accord, desperate for some friction. The feel of his scruff on her skin, was sending shivers down her spine, as he moved downwards to nip and kiss her smooth stomach and hip, his hand stroking her side – knowing this was a particular ticklish spot. "Don't you dare…" she gasped in a warning tone. Killian looked up and gave her a cheeky grin, he was mapping every curve of her body to memory, every response to his touch, enjoying finding out what she liked. He teased the area just above her underwear, the anticipation that he'd finally touch her where she needed him most, sent more heated shockwaves of pleasure to her center.
"Killian…" she whimpered (Did she just?!), as he moved further down to stroke her smooth leg, caressing the underside of her knee. "Something wrong, love?" He shot her an innocent look, while he ran his tongue over his lips. (Damn that pirate of hers, he was going to make her beg) "I need you" she begged through clenched teeth (Damn it, he would pay for this!).
Killian planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh, making her squirm "Patience love, we have all night." He winked. Emma huffed in dismay, he may well have all night, but she was about to combust! "Jones, I swear if you don't take care of me right now… I will" she challenged.
Killian reluctantly crawled back over her body, "Spoil-sport" he breathed, before capturing her warm inviting lips. Emma molded her body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, loving the way his hard, hair-covered chest pressed against her soft breasts. She rolled her hips purposefully against his, seeking out the friction she so desperately craved, as his hard member still confined in his trousers, rubbed against her clit – making him hiss with pleasure. "Point taken, love" he conceded, before nuzzling her neck.
He lapped and thumbed her nipples, taking his time to move back down, making her bite her lip and shudder. "Please, Killian…" she pleaded. "Shhh… I know" he soothed. He slowly pulled her underwear off and spread her knees, before gently running his finger up and down her wet folds, careful to avoid her most sensitive spot. "So wet for me, Emma" he spoke seductively. Emma was already too far gone, even the lightest of his touches made her grip the sheets.
He carefully slid one, then two fingers inside her wet heat, eager to coax another reaction as he pumped his fingers, stretching her, and softly started to rub her clit with his thumb. "Please don't stop…" breathing heavily. "Feels so good… so so good…" Killian watched her carefully, she was an absolute vision with her blonde sunshine hair spread like a halo over the cushion, her emerald eyes blown with lust, blush spreading from her breasts to her cheeks and her kiss-swollen lips – curving his fingers inside her just right, made her cry out with intense pleasure. (She couldn't care less if she was heard in Storybrooke)"How are you even real?" she panted in a broken sob, wondering how it was possible he managed to tune her body like one of his violins from the get go. Killian was smart enough not to look smug, while he increased the pressure on her clit by swirling his tongue, tightening the coil inside her even further, "Oh fuck… I can't… it's too much…" she moaned, arching her back. Killian felt her walls cramping around his fingers "That's it love, come for me…" as he continued to tease her sensitive nub.
Emma felt the familiar pressure building in her stomach; he'd managed to wound her so tightly, she simply couldn't fight her impending orgasm any longer. "Just let go, Ems" he cajoled. With a final stroke of his tongue against her clit, she gave in to the exquisite pleasure, feeling white-hot heat coursing through her entire body as she fell into the abyss. She keened and bucked her hips against his hand and his sinful talented mouth, while he gently eased her through it, prolonging her pleasure, before her toes curled and her body slumped down in a boneless mess.
Killian greedily lapped up her juices, tasting honey and just her, while becoming aware the confines of his trousers were growing increasingly too tight. "Everything alright, lass?" he asked with an impish smirk, as he covered her body with his. Emma opened her eyes, still trying to catch her breath, and saw he was staring back at her with eyes almost black with lust. Watching her fall apart like that, had made him even harder than he already was. Emma kissed him languidly, tasting herself, before she peppered his jawline with light kisses, while her hand palmed him – eliciting a groan from him. "I am, but I think you could need some help…" she teased with a playful expression.
Her warm mouth closed over his earlobe, as she gently tugged it with her lips, causing a shiver to run down his spine. She knew bloody well how sensitive that spot was, and how his body responded whenever she did that. Killian closed his eyes and gasped, as her nimble fingers had unbuckled his trousers, and her hand found its way into his boxer shorts. Emma's lips curved into a coy smile, watching his reaction to her ministrations. She grasped him, instantly enjoying the silky feel of him and began to stroke his shaft up and down alternating the rhythm and pressure, whilst trying to learn what he liked best. She continued building up his arousal by using her fingertips to circle its head with feather-light touches, spreading the pre-cum. "Gods above, Emma…" he groaned. "I don't want you to stop… but if you don't, I don't think I'll be much use to you, love" swallowing hard, as the pleasure built up rapidly. Emma brushed his brow, and rubbed her nose affectionately against his. "Now that would be a shame…" she murmured, while reluctantly removing her hand. Killian let out a deep breath, unaware he'd been holding, before he captured her soft lips in a passionate kiss. Her hips were already pushing upwards again, feeling his erection brush against her core, until he abruptly felt her stiffen underneath him.
Killian broke the kiss and gazed at her with concern, "Something wrong, Swan?" Emma gazed back at him with a forlorn expression.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! NO, bloody hell… NO! WHY, no HOW she corrected herself, HOW was it possible she only took her PHONE and her KEYS with her, heading for a date with Killian? HOW could she be this stupid, not even anticipating there was a good chance they'd find themselves in the current situation, sooner rather than later? WHAT the hell was wrong with her?!
Her head was spinning giddy with love and lust, and her heart was racing. This was not just embarrassing, but fucking unfair!
Emma swallowed the lump in her throat, "Killian we can't… I'm so sorry."
Killian saw how visibly upset she was and smiled reassuringly "Don't be love…" He was about to roll away from her, but she held him back.
She cupped his cheek and locked her eyes on his, "No! no, no it's nothing like that!" she blurted out. "I want you, I want you so much, Killian"
"Love, you don't need to explain…"
"But I do!" she said desperately. "I forgot to bring protection…" she told him in dismay.
Killian's brows knitted together in confusion, "Protection? From what… is it like a spell?" he asked gingerly.
Ha! A spell… if only she could trust herself, but no that wasn't an option. Oh God, now she had to tell a 300+ year old what the hell a condom was… She could almost cry!
"It's protection against certain… diseases… Not that I think you have any of those, or I for that matter…" she added quickly. Her cheeks were flushing red-hot, as she started to bite her lip.
"Right. I see…" he smiled sheepishly.
Frankly she would sleep with him, if it was just about that (against better judgement) but the second reason was her main concern. But how the hell was she supposed to explain that one, without hurting his feelings in some way…
Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she started, "…and it also prevents… babies, I mean getting pregnant! It's… it's not that I don't want your child… our child… a child of ours" shaking her head (she was so messing things up!) as she watched Killian's reaction with trepidation. "I mean, I do… I'd love to, someday… just you know; not… not right now…" she stammered nervously.
Killian raised his eyebrows, "WOW, love" he breathed dumbfounded, before averting his gaze and started to reach for the bedside table.
"I've upset you didn't I?" she admonished in a small voice.
He opened up the drawer and casually took out a box labelled Durex, "Is this what you were after?" Killian couldn't help but chuckle heartily as Emma's expression turned from deeply embarrassed to livid.
"You fuckin' son of a bitch!" she shouted, punching his chest. "You let me make an utter fool of myself!" her eyes blazing with anger.
Killian tilted his head, blue eyes dancing with mischief "Pirate… remember?" he laughed. Emma rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Though I've to say, I had no idea you'd given us so much thought already, love." He looked straight at her, all amusement gone in a blink of an eye, making Emma shiver. "Yes, well…" her features softening, realising she admitted candidly she would like to have a child with him… someday. She hadn't actually given it that much thought before, but being honest with herself – the idea of raising a child with him didn't scare her in the slightest, which as it happens, freaked her out immensely.
Killian brushed a strand away from her face, and cupped her cheek "Sweetheart, raising a child with you, our child… would be a very special journey indeed." His blue eyes were brimming with love and adoration, as the corners of his lips tugged upwards. She could clearly hear the emotion in his voice and she swallowed hard. "But… let's take this one step at time. No rush, remember?" Emma answered his smile and nodded, before he brushed his lips against hers.
"Do I even want to know, how you came by a full box of condoms?" she quirked her eyebrow, making him grin widely.
"Probably not…" he admitted awkwardly. Emma really didn't need to know, her son had casually put a box in the shopping cart when he helped him out, saying "When it's getting serious, you need one of those..."
"But just so you know, I didn't plan this whole evening… to umm end up in bed with you… I mean, we'd either sailed back, or I'd taken another bedroom…" Emma shushed him with a soft kiss, "I know…"
~~~K & E ~~~
Killian quickly discarded his trousers and boxers, before settling back down on the bed. "What?" he asked bashfully, noticing Emma was staring at his chest.
"Just wondered where you got that scar?" tracing the faded line on his left side a few inches below his heart.
"Oooh that… I got into a swordfight with Blackbeard." He answered with a wide smile.
Emma's mouth gaped open, "As in the legendary notorious pirate Blackbeard?!"
"Notorious that's for sure, but he's real… or was anyway." Killian was eager to switch the subject back to them, and not to dwell on his past… or his scars for that matter.
Emma watched him adjusting his brace, and made him face her, "You can just unclasp it, you know…" she told him softly.
Killian shook his head, "It's not a very pretty sight, love."
"Hey! I love all of you… you've got to believe that Killian, if nothing else." She told him adamantly. "May I?" He gave her a curt nod, as she moved to help unclasp the brace attached to his shoulder.
Killian shuddered and closed his eyes when he felt her feather-light kisses on the scarred tissue. He swallowed hard, sure she'd be repulsed by his stump – he certainly had been more many years. "Ems… you don't have to do that…" his voice was barely a whisper thick with emotion.
Emma continued to kiss and circle patterns with her thumb over the scars left by 'The Crocodile', as if she wanted to heal him. Completely overwhelmed by another wave of love for this amazing beautiful woman, who'd taken a leap of faith and loved him back – he gently made her stop, and crashed their mouths together, covering her body with his.
The kiss was messy and hungry, a clash of lips, tongues and teeth – he poured everything into it, his love, trust, devotion… Emma's hand tangled itself in his hair at the back of his head, as she kissed him back with abandon. When they finally broke for air, their warm breaths mingled, heart thundering inside their chests, trying to catch their breaths – the way he locked his ocean blue eyes so full of love on hers, was almost too much to bear, as a warmth like no other coursed through her entire body.
She wrapped her arms around his back, while Killian showered her with kisses, her brow, eyes, nose, chin, before kissing her neck – knowing which sensitive spot would make her shiver. He palmed her breast, while teasing the rose-coloured peak of the other with his sensual tongue and lips, before paying equal attention to her other breast, loving the sweet taste of her sensitive skin. He was amazed she was so responsive, to even the lightest brush of his lips. Pleasure was shooting straight through her core, as the pressure already started to build in her stomach. She could feel the wetness between her legs, aching to be touched. And as if he could read her mind, he moved his hand from her breast to her wet folds, unable to keep from smiling "So wet again, love…" he hummed. Emma breathed heavily, stifling a moan when he started to softly rub circles over her clit. (Damn him, she was so sensitive) "Killian…" she whimpered while lifting up her hips, as he easily found that spot inside her again. She made him gaze back at her, and cupped his cheek "I need you, Jones…" trying to catch her breath. He fluttered his eyelashes against her face, before tugging on her bottom lip "I need you too, Swan. Care to help this pirate out with the contents of that box?" While focusing on preparing Emma, he'd grown painfully hard – anticipating to join their bodies together, and the feel of her around him. Emma took a wrapper from the box, shred the foil, and with expert hands rolled the condom over his shaft. Killian hissed when she cupped him, and began to stroke his length with her other hand. "Emma…" he groaned. One look into his eyes, and she knew he was too far gone – just like she was, as she clenched her thighs together. Though next time she'd make sure to have her wicked ways with him, because this, was certainly not going to be a one-time-thing!
He gently made her lay back down, tangling their tongues in another hungry kiss, before he positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly and carefully he pushed inside, inch by inch he buried himself to the hilt. She was so tight and wet, he sucked in a breath – trying to keep himself from plunging in and out of her, before she had time to adjust to the feel of him. "Are you alright, Emma?" he asked with concern. She brushed his sweat-slicked brow, before wrapping her arms around his back. "I am… just… just give me a sec" she breathed. She felt gloriously full, with his length stretching her to the point it was balancing between pain and pleasure. After a few moments she experimentally lifted up her hips, giving him silent permission to move. He started with deliberate slow and deep strokes, which felt like a caress before he picked up the pace, changing the angle of his thrusts until he found a rhythm which suited them both. "Gods above love, you're tight… so bloody tight." He breathed, as her walls gripped him like a glove. Emma met him thrust for thrust, the pressure inside her ever building. She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust even deeper, making her moan in pleasure when he hit that spot, again and again.
Suddenly he stilled, and the intensity of his gaze overwhelmed her. "You Ok, handsome?" she panted, her lips curving in a timid smile, as she moved her hand to the back of his head to tangle in his hair. He just had to take a moment to savour their intimacy, because she was perfect. He'd wanted to go slow and make it last for as long as possible, but in truth the tension was too much, she was too much. "Emma… I don't think… I can…" he started in a broken sob, catching his breath.
"Killian, it's alright… I won't break, I promise…" Knowing what he was about to say. She pressed a feather-light kiss on his lips, "Please move…" she murmured softly.
He kissed her collarbone, nuzzling the crook of her neck, before he set a more furious pace – his thrusts growing in intensity every time he buried himself in her. He was losing himself to the pleasure, as she writhed underneath him and cried out his name when he adjusted the angle, which made him brush over her already too sensitive clit with each purposeful plunge.
"I'm so close…" She breathed, feeling about to tumble over the edge.
Killian could feel her walls flutter around him, as the tension was spiralling out of control. "Then let go, love…" he panted, brushing his lips over the most sensitive part of her neck. Just a few more strokes were enough to watch her fall apart again. Her orgasm skyrocketed with such force, she felt like she journeyed to the galaxies and back. Weightless and breathless, she held onto Killian for dear life – sure she'd leave marks, as she surrendered to the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.
Her walls gripped him like a vice, as he felt the waves of her orgasm course through her. Unable to hold on any longer, his thrusts became sloppier as he was about to reach his own climax. And with a final push forward, he followed her into the abyss. "Emma, Emma, Emma" he repeated softly like a mantra, in the crook of her neck. She felt him pulse inside of her, before he slumped down. His weight was almost crushing her, but she didn't care – she kissed his shoulder and stroked his back, wishing she could keep him close. That special warmth she'd felt earlier, was again coursing through her veins, making her feel drowsy with love and happiness. Meanwhile Killian startled from his orgasmic daze, suddenly realising he was pushing her into the mattress. He pulled out of her, and rolled to his side with a boyish smile, trying to get his heart rate and breathing back under control. Emma instantly felt his loss, after feeling so complete with him inside of her.
"I love you Emma Swan…" he murmured through hooded eyes, as he rubbed his nose affectionately against her. "And I love you… very much" her voice thick with emotion, before she captured his lips for a tender kiss. The smell of sandalwood, jasmine and sex filled the air of cabin, as a powerful wave crashed against the hull of the Swan & Jones, closely followed by lightning strikes seen through the sky-light.
Killian sighed, and kissed her shoulder "And there's our storm…" Emma shivered, "Do we've to sail back to Storybrooke?" she asked apprehensively.
"No… we should be all right here." giving her a reassuring smile. "You alright, love? He asked with concern, his hand moving to her brow to check if she had another fever.
Emma shot him a look, "Don't confuse a fever with the afterglow… I'm just… a bit shivery. Do you've a shirt I can borrow or something?"
Killian discarded the used condom in the bathroom, before opening the middle drawer of his wardrobe, and pulled out a clean white cotton shirt.
"Admiring the view, are we?" his brow arching up with amusement, as Emma watched him with green lidded eyes, her tongue sweeping across her bottom lip. (Christ he was gorgeous. Taut muscles, those abs, his chest hair leading a trail to his manhood and that ass. If she wasn't feeling so tired, she'd most definitely be up for round 2!)
"Well if your own girlfriend isn't allowed to… who else is?" she retorted with a playful expression.
A broad grin which lit up his eyes, crossed his features "Does that mean I'm your boyfriend?" he asked gingerly, passing her his shirt.
Emma pulled it over her head, quite a large size as it reached down to her knees, while Killian re-joined her.
"Excellent deduction, Jones. You'd make a great deputy, you know that?" she teased.
Killian bit his lip, "Okay that's quite enough from you, Miss Swan!" he exclaimed merrily, as he pulled the covers over them. "Alright, come here…"
Emma snuggled against his chest, holding onto his stump as his arms encircled her and sighed contently. "I love you, don't ever forget that." She murmured.
He softly kissed the top of her head. "And I will love you till the ends of the world, or time…" His lips curving upwards as she snuggled even closer, before he switched off the lights.
The comfortable silence enveloped them both for a little while, and Killian was about to wish her good night, when he suddenly felt her tensing up in his arms. The night sky above lit up with more electric blue flashes of lightning, followed by the loud rumble of thunder. After the third loud crack filled the cabin, he was positive he could feel her trembling, and in response tightened his arms around her.
"It's just a storm Emma, it will soon pass love." he reassured her gently.
"Huhuh" was all Emma could murmur against his chest. Her heart was pounding, paralysed by fear. She'd been scared of thunderstorms for as long as she could remember, but her fear had spiked while she was in foster care. Whenever there was a storm, it always brought back painful memories of the scared little girl forced to sleep in a room at the top of the house, hiding under her bed until the roof tiles would stop shuddering and the rumble outside would cease.
Killian had been faced with countless of storms and knew by heart which ones were highly dangerous, just by the crashing sounds. They may be out at sea but he saw no reason to sail her back to the docks, they were quite safe. The princess laying his arms, tightening her grip on his shoulder thought so otherwise, as the cabin lit up with the lightning strikes – swaying and rolling on the waves.
"Everything is ok Emma, we're safe I promise. The ship is magical remember? Jess can handle the lightning all on her own." A small tapping sound, answered their Captains, while another shiver ran down her spine.
He saw real fear in her eyes when she looked up to him, making him wonder if there was a story behind it, or if she still suffered some kind of trauma after almost drowning in the waters of Neverland. He didn't wish to pry however, knowing she'd tell him whenever she was ready. Somehow he opened up the most tonight, and that was all thanks to her. He hoped in time, she'd be able to do that as well, but it shouldn't be forced.
Killian kissed her brow "It's going to be alright Ems, I'm right here sweetheart… I'm right here." He murmured. Emma swallowed hard, unable to stop holding him close.
In a bid to get her to relax and forget about the storm raging outside, Killian began to sing a ballad while running his hand lightly up and down her back.
Sail away with me, darling
I put my heart in your hands
Sail away with me
What will be will be
I wanna hold you now…
Emma didn't even realise she was falling asleep, Killian's beautiful singing voice working it's magic and making her dream of sunny skies and blue seas, sailing on the Swan & Jones….
Killian sighed with relief when she loosened her grip, and could hear her even breathing. "Good night, my love." He whispered against her hair. The storm above their heads was abating, as the thunder and lightning moved further inland. "Watch over us, Jess…" he ordered quietly, before he drifted off to sleep.
~~~K & E ~~~