Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Once Upon A Time. ABC, Disney, A&E, and whoever else have that distinction. All opening chapter quotes are from "Till I Found You" by Freestyle. No profit is being made, and no copywrite infringement in intended.

AN: As I saw the question in a few reviews (thanks so much!), yeah, it's a story, so we all know the break-in wasn't as random as it seemed. Yes, it's connected to a character's past, although not necessarily Killian's, and yes, we will see the thief again. I don't usually give spoilers, but you caught me in just the right mood. ;) Enjoy! Oh, and the M rating is about to kick in. Just skim this part if that's not your thing. If it is, you're welcome.


Until I Found You

by Lady Callista

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"I never had somebody I could lean on.I never had a shoulder I could cry on

'Til I found you babe -'Til I found you."

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Chapter 7:

Killian woke at dawn to the delightful sensation of Emma in his arms. The delightful and very distracting sensation of Emma in his arms. They'd shifted during the night, as tended to happen, and he was curled around her back, his arms tight around her.

He'd been dreaming of her again, and let out a deep sigh as she shifted slightly in her sleep, rubbing against him and causing him to grow even harder than he'd been upon waking. He hadn't been lying when he said he was content to merely hold her, but he also wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any other woman and it had been a while.

Killian shifted to kiss the back of her neck, grinning fondly as she hummed softly in her sleep and shifted again, cuddling more closely into his embrace. Un-inclined to move, he tightened his arms minutely, just laying there and breathing her in, absorbing the perfect moment of peace. Halfway between awake and asleep, the echoes of his dreams still floating half-formed in his mind, he wished he could kiss her awake.

He imagined sliding his hand under her shirt, playing his fingers over soft, warm skin that would heat further at his touch. He dropped another feather light kiss on her neck, blinking as he felt the tickle of her hair along his cheek, another feeling he'd nearly forgotten. Killian wasn't sure which he wanted more, seeing that golden blaze spread over his pillow or having it curtain their faces, tickling his chest as she...

Bloody hell, he was harder than ever, and there was no way he was going back to sleep.

Before his mind, or his body, could get away from him any further, Killian slowly and carefully shifted back, holding his breath when she let out a soft protesting sound before settling back to sleep. He slipped from the bed regretfully, but consoled himself that he could surprise her with breakfast in bed.

Once he finished his very cold shower.

Always a light sleeper, Emma had woken the moment he slid away from her, but feigned sleep. She concentrated on keeping her breathing even, on quelling the slight bubble of panic she could feel building up in her chest. She knew it was ridiculous, he could easily be getting up to use the bathroom or get some water, but a lifetime of abandonment made even the simple things fraught with worry of double meaning or foreshadowing.

She sighed with relief when she heard the shower turn on. She knew he sometimes kept strange hours when he got lost in writing, she'd heard the rattle of the old pipes a few times around dawn. It had always woken her, but she'd stayed here enough to find the sound comforting, and at least once had drifted back to sleep dreaming of him naked in that shower.

Her thoughts started to drift there now, as she woke up a little bit more and realized he wasn't a floor up and two doors away, but beyond a single door. If that door was open, she'd be able to see him now, and Emma felt the heat flood her at the thought.

She knew the feel of his body against hers, although last night was the first time they'd fallen asleep, it wasn't the first time they'd cuddled on the couch. She knew his strength, both from the feel of his muscles when her hands wandered and that one exciting moment when he'd lost control. And she'd felt him when she woke, hard against her ass for a brief instant before he slid away. Part of her almost wished he hadn't.

Emma rolled onto her back absently, fingers trailing up to play over her breast as she remembered his touch there in the hours before dawn.

He'd been sound asleep, but she slept so lightly, and was so unused to sleeping with another person, that she'd woken almost every time he shifted. Not that she minded, it was comforting to have that reminder that he was there, and the nightmares she'd worried about, the nightmares that always came when she opened up about her past, hadn't visited her dreams at all.

She'd mostly just fallen back to sleep after cuddling as close as she could get. The man was a toucher, and although she'd always been awkward about casual touching or more often outright rejected it, she couldn't seem to get enough of his.

She'd just enjoyed the warmth and drifted back to sleep, except for that one time. His hand had shifted from being wrapped around her waist to cupping her breast, and Emma had shifted back unconsciously as even just that light touch sent heat flooding though her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and the heated kisses were growing harder to stop. If just the way he kissed was any indication...

Emma's train of thought took a rapid detour when she heard the first muffled moan come from the bathroom, and she thought of how hard he'd been against her before he left the bed. He hadn't left because he regretted it, he'd left because he wanted her, but instead of trying to take advantage had let her sleep. Once again the thought spiraled up that she wished he hadn't, and this time Emma didn't give herself time to question the heat, she simply rose and walked to the bathroom door, letting her pajamas fall to the floor as she went.

Granny and Ruby would be back in a few days and the living situation would change, not to mention that two of the eight weeks she had with him were already gone, and she wanted more than cuddling in the dark.

For an instant she considered knocking, considered how she'd feel if he just walked in on her doing what she was pretty sure he was, but he'd made it clear he wanted her, and left the ball in her court. He clearly wasn't going to push her, but while she wasn't quite ready for a home run, the tension between them was ready to snap, and the idea of him naked and wet only a room away was just too tempting to resist. The door wasn't locked, and the last of her hesitation faded away as she cracked the door open and the low moan became clearly recognizable as her name.

She could see him through the glass walls, but he hadn't noticed her yet, and Emma couldn't help but take a moment to just appreciate the spectacular scene. She had a sideways view as he was facing the shower-head, the water cascading over his chest, one hand braced against the wall and the other moving lazily over his hardness. His head was tossed back, his eyes closed, and when he let out another moan Emma slid into the room and closed the door behind her, wondering if she had ever seen a more beautiful sight than him lost in fantasies of her.

Lost in her daze, she didn't even realize she was moving until her hand was on the glass door and she was pulling it carefully open. Killian's eyes snapped open the second the door did, eyes widening in shock as his hand stopped moving.

Any embarrassment at being caught jerking off in the shower vanished at the heat in her eyes, and the clear message in the fact that she was standing naked before him, rather than either staying in the bed blushing, or seething, or fleeing the room.

"You're not going to call security, are you?" Emma whispered, a blush heating her cheeks although she stood confidently.

"I'm not a bloody fool." Killian whispered, his eyes taking her in but making no move to touch her. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, all soft curves and pale skin, a fine mist already pearling over her chest from the water's spray. He'd been dreaming it was her hand on him, that she was with him exactly as she was now, but his imagination hadn't been close. "I'd intended to take a cold shower, but my mind was still in my dreams. Although you're more beautiful than even my best fantasy. Tell me what you want, love."

Emma took a deep breath, moving fully into the shower and pulling the door closed behind her, her eyes locked on his, the tension and desire between them almost palpable. "I just thought you might need help washing your back."

His cock twitched at the almost purr in her voice, and when she stepped under the water with him, hands sliding up his chest and leaving a trail of fire in their wake, his hands slid over her in return, hips to waist and back again, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts and watching her eyes heat further. "I want you in a bed the first time, I want to worship you as you deserve."

"But we both need this now."

"Gods, Emma..." He meant it that he wanted her in a bed, but his control was fraying as she began dropping soft kisses across his chest, her hands sliding down to his hips, thumbs tracing narrow hipbones, stopping just short of where he ached for her touch. His hands froze against her sides as she tilted up to brush a kiss to the underside of his jaw, one of her hands curving around to cup his ass and pull his hips hard against hers. "You're going to make me forget I'm a gentleman."

"I'm the one who jumped into your shower naked." Emma whispered back. "I'm okay with waiting for a bed, just let me..."

She trailed off, kissing him softly, and for a long moment they only stood under the warm spray, bodies flush against each other as the kiss deepened.

"Let you what, love?" He husked in her ear as they both finally had to breath, pulling back enough to see her eyes as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over the already hardened peaks and heart beating faster as she trembled for him. Her blush had him tilting his head curiously even as his fingers trailed over her collarbone, marveling as he got an answer to how far down her blush went.

"Let me wash your back."

Killian knew that wasn't what she had been about to say, but he was hardly going to object. He kissed her softly once again before turning to face the shower-head, bracing his hands on the wall as she gave his ass a squeeze before he heard the snap of his shower gel being opened.

Her hands glided over his back a moment later, sliding smoothly over his muscles, massaging lightly as he had done to her the night before, and a loan groan escaped his throat at the soothing yet arousing touch. His desire pounded full force through him, and he clenched his hands where they were braced against the wall, thrilling in her touch and willing to let her do whatever she wanted but desperate for her in a not so innocent way.

"Is this really all you want, love?"

Emma's hands froze for a brief second at the whispered question, but she immediately started them moving again, her touch sliding slightly lower to the magnificent ass she had admired in jeans a few too many times. She knew he'd felt her hesitation, but his silence showed his willingness to pretend she hadn't heard, and it was the way he always gave to her this way that gave her the courage to whisper softly, "Let me watch you?"

Killian groaned low in his chest at the hesitant question, he'd never been shy about desire and the heat that roared through him at her bold request had him spinning to face her as quickly as he could in the shower and pulling her lips against his in a brief but meltingly deep kiss.

Before he could lose himself in her he pulled back, his thumbs brushing over her nipples again before settling on her shoulders, lightly urging her a step back. "You like to watch?" Her eyes flashed up to his and then down again, and he caught the slightest hint of embarassment in them. The way she bit her lower lip confirmed it, and Killian ran his thumb along her lips as his fingers feathered over her neck. "If you think I've a problem with this, think again, love. Show me how to please you in return."

Emma's eyes snapped up at the deep, almost dangerous timber of his voice, the tone of almost command that still hinted at a question at the end. His pupils were blown wide, the ring of sapphire around them deeper and darker than she'd ever seen, and her heart pounded as she moved back a little more, hissing as her back hit the cold glass wall, her hands coming up to play with her nipples as he'd just been doing.

"You're going to be the death of me, love." Killian breathed, his eyes flicking over her as he resumed stroking himself. "I was imagining that you were here with me, your hands on me, my eyes and hands filled with your softness and warmth. If you knew the dreams I've had..."

"I've had a few of my own." Emma whispered as she watched him, her body humming as she dropped one of her hands between her legs, a wicked glint in her eyes the only hint before she raised a foot up to the ledge, resting more of her weight on the wall behind her as she slid her fingers back and forth, moaning as she imagined it was his fingers gliding over her and dipping inside.

His eyes were locked on her fingers, his hand moving faster now, and when she spread herself for him he almost lost it then and there. "I'll have to ask you not to judge my stamina on this one occasion, but you're bloody spectacular, lass, and I've a bit of a head start."

"That just means you'll be able to give me a hand." Emma's giggle turned to a moan as she watched him squeeze himself, his back arching, and she dropped to her knees without thought, removing his hand and sinking her mouth down on him before he could ever register that she'd moved. His entire body tensed, one hand still braced against the wall as the other fisted in her hair. She flicked her eyes up to his totally wrecked face, hands coming up to squeeze his ass as she hummed low in her throat.

"I repeat, the death of me." Killian huffed when he'd caught his breath, he'd barely kept himself from spilling the instant she closed around him, it had been too long and he wanted her too much. He'd also been damn close before she even stepped into the shower. He realized belatedly he was gripping her hair like a lifeline, releasing her at once and bracing both hands against the wall. "What happened to taking it slow?" His voice was a curious whisper, clearly once again allowing her the option of pretending not to hear.

She pulled back slowly, eyes sliding up to watch his face as she hollowed her cheeks briefly before pulling back. "Change of plans. You're really not objecting, are you?"

"I'm not a fool." He whispered, cupping her face in one hand while the other stroked over her wet hair. "And I can't say I haven't dreamed of this, love, but you don't have to..."

"But I want to." She interrupted him, the soft echo of his words when he'd bought her dozens of flowers. Emma was surprised to realize that although she usually avoided going down on a guy when possible, and merely saw it as a means to an end when she did, she really did want to do this. She wanted to hear the way his breath caught, see those piercing cobalt eyes grow stormy and dark with desire. He'd been so patient with her, and so understanding in always letting her make the first moves, so always in control that she wanted to see him lose that. She wanted to see him fall apart, wanted to know that it was because of her.

"As long as it's only about us." He husked, his thumbs tracing over the apples of her cheeks.

"No nightmares. No yesterdays." Emma said softly, dropping a kiss on his thigh as she brought one hand up to play with him, loving the contrast of soft and hard. "I woke up when you left the bed, and I... I heard the shower and started thinking about you naked and I just... I'm not scared of wanting you anymore. I want this, Killian. I want you."

"Oh, love..." His fingers stroked over her cheek as her eyes met his, and he saw just how far her walls had come down. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Her only response was to kiss along his hipbone, pulling back to lick a circle around him before beginning to bob her head.

He was close again within minutes, part of him wanting to prolong the sweet agony and the rest of him just wanting to let go. He whispered a warning and she only hummed around him.

Emma could feel the tension in his body, see it in the way his hands were fisted where he braced himself against the walls. She squeezed his ass before letting her fingers play between his legs, and when he fell with her name on his lips, she worked him through it until he pulled his hips back with a deep groan, flashing him a satisfied smirk and rising to her feet. The blissed out look of wonder on his face made her almost forget her aching knees.

It took him an instant to recover, swaying under the water, and then his hands locked around her hips and she was pinned to the wall as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

"I believe it's my turn to wash your back." Killian breathed in her ear as he began trailing kisses down her neck, one hand cushioning her head from the glass wall as the other trailed over her waist. "And I honestly don't know in this instant if I'd rather watch you or touch you."

"Both works for me." Emma whispered, twisting in his arms to put her back to him.

He only used his hand to brush her hair over one shoulder as he continued to trail kisses over her shoulder, sliding his hands over her back and around her waist. "Touch yourself, love." He murmured in her ear before nibbling at the lobe and back down her neck, loving the breathy moan the touch always coaxed from her. His eyes raked over the front of her body as her fingers returned to her core, one arm wrapping more firmly around her waist as she trembled in his arms.

Emma leaned back against his solid strength, his lips brushing over her temple as the move forced him up from her neck, and then he was whispering in her ear, that husky, melodious voice telling her she was beautiful, telling her how he'd dreamed of touching her. His hand played over her breasts for a long moment, and she could feel his eyes watching her fingers where they slowly pumped back and forth between her legs. She twisted her head to kiss him, the desire and heat flaring brighter when his hand slid from her hip to join hers between her legs, his mouth opening to her as she let her hand fall away as his took up the gentle motion.

"Killian." She gasped his name as his fingers slid deeper, still keeping up the rhythm she had set even as his other hand urged hers up to play with her breasts. Any hint of embarrassment was long gone as she rolled her nipples between her fingers, moaning as his fingers sped up and he slid them back into a deep kiss.

"You're so stunning, love." Killian whispered when she broke the kiss, panting for breath as he found the angle he needed, crooking his fingers on every stroke, desire thrumming through him as her moans grew higher and closer together. He'd never seen anything more beautiful than Emma lost in her passion, and if this was the explosion from just them touching each other he might just have to revisit his idea on her being the death of him.

He was already half-hard against her ass, but his sole focus was on her, needing more than anything to see her fly, to know that she was just as affected by him as he was by her. He moved his hand faster when she started to tremble in his arms, securing his hold on her waist as he flicked his thumb over her. Once, twice, and then with a cry she was shattering in his arms.

She'd have slid to the ground if he hadn't been holding her up, his fingers still playing over her, working her down gently even as she continued to shudder in his arms, feeling boneless, still tingling all over from the rush of what was probably the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. And that was with only his hand.

Killian wrapped himself around her back, kissing her neck softly as his fingers slid from her warmth, gliding up over her stomach to cup her breast. "The reality is better than any dream."

Emma shivered as he almost growled the words in her ear, she was still half-floating in the afterglow, and for the first time since Neal felt no need to pull away. In a way, they'd already been more intimate than this, she'd told him things she hadn't spoken of to anyone other than a few close friends. He understood her, and despite only knowing her for two weeks somehow knew her better than even those close friends.

No, she didn't want to pull away, but she didn't want this to get lost in anything but the physical either. This was about fun, not about the tenderness she could hear in his voice. She couldn't let herself fall for him, because she knew he wasn't staying. "Some of my dreams have been pretty good."

Killian chuckled as Emma breathed the words out, still trying to catch her breath, and slid his hand from her hip down to her core, knowing she was still overly sensative and only cupping her softly, his other hand squeezing her breast and drawing a soft gasp from her. "Shall we take turns fulfilling each others?"

He was rock hard again, pressed between her ass, and let out a low groan when Emma deliberately shifted against him, which turned to a chuckle when her stomach let out a loud rumble.

Emma blushed in embarrassment, but Killian's only reaction was to drop a gentle kiss on her neck, making sure she could stand before reaching back to turn off the water. "I was planning on bringing you breakfast in bed, but perhaps we could go forage together and then decide how to spend the day."

"I thought we were spending it in bed."

Killian chucked as she blushed again, and pulled her against him for a soft kiss before they both got out and began to dry off. "I certainly wouldn't object, but we don't have to rush this, love. There's something to be said for anticipation."

"There is, but..." Emma glanced down, suddenly nervous, and jolted when he placed one of Granny's soft white robes around her shoulders. "Why are you the hesitent one here?"

"Because I want to make sure you won't regret it." He said softly, coming around to hold her eyes even as he took both her hands in his, squeezing them comfortingly.

"How are you even real?"

Killian chuckled self consciously at the wonder in her voice, stepping back and dropping her hands to scratch nervously at his ear. "I just don't want to be another person who hurts you, Emma."

"You won't be." Emma couldn't help but back away from the sincerity in his voice, the caring, and she reminded herself again that it was just a few weeks of fun. He couldn't hurt her, because she knew he wasn't staying, because she knew this was just a fling, and hell, she'd never had a fling in her life and he was hot, and funny, and just easy to be around, and... "We're just enjoying ourselves for the time you're here, remember?"

Something like hurt flicked through his eyes, but before she could even begin to question if she was right the look was gone, and he was grinning at her as he pulled on the boxers and jeans that were sitting on the counter. "And did you enjoy our shower, love?"

"Just as much as you did." She grinned back, tying the robe around herself before moving into his room, intent on heading down to her room to grab some clothes and then getting breakfast. And seriously debating if she just wanted to fall into bed with him after, or if she wanted to spend the day with him first, and then, after dinner...

She had just opened the door to the hallway when she heard it, the echo of footsteps on the stairs along with her name being called. She felt Killian coming up behind her, clearly unaware they were about to have company, and his arm wrapped around her waist just as Ruby's head cleared the stairs.

"We came back as soon as we heard about the break in, Emma, where are..." Ruby cut off, her eyes going wide, and Emma let out a soft groan, not knowing what to say. After her initial shock, however, Ruby knew exactly what to say. "Killian Jones, I presume?"

"Killian, meet Ruby Lucas." Emma said in resignation before turning to Ruby with a sharp gaze. "Do not let Granny up here!"

To her credit, Ruby nodded at once, although her eyes were just as sharp. "You. Me. Stories." And before either of them could respond she clomped back down the stairs.

"Well, this is going to be fun." Emma sighed. It seemed their time alone in their own strange little bubble was over.

TBC...