Based on a new prompt challenge from seastarved. You can find it on her tumblr page under the #CHPC prompt tag.

The captain stood on the deck of the Black Swan, the wind gently blowing open her black leather coat. The night was finally dark and quiet with most of the crew tucked in below deck as they made their way to the rendezvous point. It was a good position to be in after such a daring escape only hours earlier.

Emma turned to her first mate. "Ruby, why don't you take over for a bit while I check on our guest."

"My pleasure. I'll let you know if anything is amiss."

"Good," she replied. "Keep an eye in front of us and behind us. We can't be too careful."

"Aye, captain."

Emma nodded in approval and made her way across the deck towards the entrance to her captain's quarters. Opening the hatch, she was greeted with a warm light, a sign that there was at least one sailor still stirring below deck.

As she descended the ladder, her eyes found Killian Jones, hunched over maps laid out on her drafting table. His back was to her, giving her a view of the muscular shoulders and his tight ass. He worked with a rival ship, sure, but he was a friendly rival. There was no reason she couldn't enjoy the company or the view.

"Lieutenant."

He turned, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers and practically taking her breath away as he stood straighter. "Captain," he said. "I hope you've found your ship to be in order."

"Aye, I have. Thank you for caring for her while I was away," she replied. "Ruby, in particular, was signing your praises. I think you've made quite an impression on her, both as a sailor and a woman."

"While I appreciate the sentiment, I find my interest may be with another."

He gave her a sly pirate smile that made it very clear to whom he was dedicated to, and Emma wasn't about to object. But for the moment, she needed to think of her ship.

"I see you're checking on our route."

"Aye," he said, turning back to the maps. "We should make it to the South Islands by morning and can find shelter in this cove before continuing on tomorrow night to rendezvous with Captain Jones."

Emma turned and gave him a smirk. "Captain Jones?"

"Tease me all you like, captain," he said with a smile. "But I try hard to respect my brother around others, especially his peers."

"Well, I'll make sure he knows how respectful you are of his authority," Emma replied. "And I'll make sure to tell him how much I appreciated the help from his lieutenant."

Killian gave her a stoic nod and turned back to the maps. Emma took a step closer, partially to check the course he had plotted for them and partially to be near him. He smelled of sandalwood and the salt of the sea, something she had noticed as he stood at the door to the Evil Queen's cell when he helped her break out.

To be fair, it was her own fault that she got herself in that predicament in the first place. She was the one who had to improvise - and improvised incorrectly - when the queen's guard didn't follow their usual routine. She was exposed while the crews of the Jolly Roger and the Black Swan were able to complete their mission and grab the jewels from the royal treasuries.

Unfortunately, the success of their piracy plan came at a price: Emma's freedom. She was a liability and expendable. She knew it. She never expected anyone to come back for her. It was too dangerous, too risky. At least she trusted that her crew would be in good hands with Liam Jones while she perished under Regina's rule.

But it was Liam Jones who came to her rescue. Well, actually it was Liam who sent Killian to her rescue. Killian was the one who climbed aboard the Black Swan and helped pilot her back into port under the cover of darkness. And it was Killian who had orchestrated the rescue to get Emma out of the Evil Queen's clutches, using her crew in an elaborate scheme to break their captain out. That's why she was so surprised when she looked through the bars of her prison and saw blue eyes the color of the sea staring back at her.

She couldn't be in control herself anymore. She was strong and independent and the captain of a pirate ship. But she was also a woman with needs that could only be met by the strongest and most assured of pirates - and Killian had proven to be that.

As he stared down at the maps, his brow furrowed in thought, she pushed herself closer to him. He reacted immediately, his body going still against her own. She smiled, basking in the knowledge that she had this kind of effect on him.

"Killian, I want to thank you for going back for me."

"It was the right thing to do."

His voice had become husky and dark and it only encouraged her to continue. Her hand began to slink around to the front of his vest, her fingers caressing the silver clasps keeping it closed. She watched as he chest strained against them, his heart racing under her fingertips.

"Captain," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You can call me Emma tonight. You've earned that right after what you did for me."

His stoic professional manner melted away, his eyes quickly becoming stormy and filled with want and desire. "I hope that's not the only thing I've earned."

Emma shook her head. "No, you've earned more." She kissed his neck, just below his earlobe, eliciting a small moan from him. "So much more."

In one swift move, he turned quickly and gathered her up in his arms, his lips finding hers, his body pressing hard against her, the drafting desk digging into her back. She could tell he wanted her - needed her - as his hands began to roam her body and caress her curves. She reached behind her for the desk, using it to steady herself and keep her from falling deeper into his hold on her.

Then he pulled away slightly, his lips red and swollen in the dim light as he stared down at her in awe. Without taking his eyes off of hers, she could feel his hands slip under her black blouse, the skin of his calloused fingers warm against her back.

"I do hope you intend to pay me back in full this evening, Emma."

Her name on his lips sent a shiver down her spine, but her eyes never left his. "I'm not sure if I can make that promise, lieutenant, but I'm willing to try."

"It's Killian," he said in a dark voice as his hands began to unclasp the knotted braid in her hair. "When I make you moan with pleasure, I want my name on your lips."

Then he kissed her roughly, taking what he was owed, and she was more than happy to give it to him.