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Chapter 7
An Unread Story
Henry sat on the cold bench in front of the sheriff station, eyes staring at the moon, which was out despite the fact that it wasn't dark yet. His mother and grandfather were inside having a slight argument over who would be on call that night since both had made plans with their significant others, both assuming the other would happily take the shift. Henry had slipped out, not wanting to be part of the argument, to wait for his mother outside so they could walk home together. He pulled his coat closer into him shivering slightly from the cold breeze that had started to pick up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his gloves and placed the story book that he had been holding on his lap next to him on the bench in order to put on his gloves and pull his hat down tighter.
"Interesting cover," A voice said from next to him. Henry looked over to see a pretty woman sitting on the other end of the bench, running a finger over the cover of the storybook between them. Instinctively, Henry brought the book into his lap and suspiciously eyed the stranger.
"In my experience, when a book has such an intriguing cover, the stories inside are even more interesting. Am I right?" She smiled sweetly at him.
"Yea… Do I know you?" Henry asked warily, turning his head slightly to see if maybe his mother or grandfather was on their way out of the station yet. In Henry's experience, new comers to town were never good news.
"Oh no, I don't think we've had the pleasure." The stranger answered.
"Why have I never seen you in town before?"
"I just arrive the other day, I'm afraid I haven't seen much of the town yet."
"What do you mean you "just arrived"? No one can come in or out of this town. How did you get here?"
"Yes, that would be true, but I'm a mermaid."
"Oh, cool." Henry said relaxing slightly. He had met Ariel. She was able to swim from realm to realm and Ariel was a kind person, perhaps this girl is a friend of hers. "So what brings you to Storybrooke?"
"I…I am trying to find someone." The girl answered, for a moment Henry could see something in her eyes. Sadness?
"Well, you're in luck. My family… finding people is kinda what we do." Henry smiled proudly at her. She gave a weak smile back.
"I wish it were that simple… but I'm afraid I do not know if he will be happy to see me."
"Maybe who ever this person is has been looking for you too. Maybe he…."
"Hey kid?" Henry turned toward the glass door of the sheriff station to see his mom and grandfather walking out. David's head was down, phone to his ear trying to explain to his wife that he would not be able to take that midnight hike with her. Emma, a smile of success plastered on her face as she watched her father on the phone, was holding the door open to let him walk out so she could lock it behind her.
Henry stood, walking around the bench to meet his family at the bottom of the three stairs leading to the doors.
"Hey Mom, Grandpa. I want you to meet… hey what's you name?" Henry turned toward the bench only to see that it was empty, other than his storybook sitting in the seat he had just vacated.
"Who?" Emma asked, looking around.
"Um nevermind, there was this girl…. But I guess she left." Henry shrugged. "Are you guys ready for dinner?"
…
Killian and Emma sat on the plush gray couch, Killian sprawled out, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the other around Emma's shoulders but both feet firmly on the floor. Emma had curled herself up, pressed into his side, with the TV remote in hand as she rapidly flicked through the channels. Nothing was on.
"Love, how can you even know if you want to watch the bloody program? You barely leave it on for a second." Killian asked confused. He hated the damn tele-something-box. It was loud and bright, and could not understand why anyone would just go out and make a purchase because a moving picture told you to randomly in the middle of a show.
"I can tell," She muttered, sighed and finally just let a show play. She flipped the remote beside her and cuddled into him further.
"You know, if you are bored of this, I can think of a different activity that could occupy your full attention." Killian purred into her hair as he brought his lips to the top of her head. A second later, he found himself on his back across the large couch with Emma on top of him.
"Ok pirate, I'll play." She said, her voice low and raspy. Killian could feel himself grow hard as she straddled his hips. She leaned down slowly, capturing his lips. Killian opened his mouth to her, letting their tongues entangle and fight for control. He brought his hand up to her hair, brushing it back from falling all around them before moving down her shoulder, back, and finally to cup her ass.
Emma moaned and he roughly grabbed her bottom, breaking their now fevered kiss to take a breath. Sitting up, she smiled at him seductively, but almost melted when he grinned back at her, raising one eyebrow, looking only the way Killian could. Damn it, she thought, how can he be so fucking hot. Not to be outdone, she swiveled her hips, effectively wiping the smirk off his face as his mouth dropped open and he bucked his hips up into her center.
Happy with herself, Emma leaned back down to kiss and lick her way down his jawline and neck, biting at his pulse point. Sliding herself down to sit on his calves Killian's hand found its way back into her hair. Emma dragged her hands down his chest, feeling his lean muscles through his clothes. She wanted to strip him and spend hours mapping his body, but they didn't have that luxury. Henry would be home from school in exactly 20 minutes and she had been dying to do this one thing- and she just couldn't wait till tonight.
Emma's hands found Killian zipper. She quickly and expertly had the button popped open, zipper down, and hand reaching inside before Killian had a chance to process. She had just wrapped a hand around his erection when Killian's own hand flew down to her wrist.
"Emma, W-What are you doing?" He stammered. Emma didn't reply, but instead defiantly pulled his cock out from his jeans, giving it two pumps. Killian's head fell back, his hand now gripping her shoulder. Emma brought her mouth down to the underside of his cock, and dragged her tongue from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the top.
"Oh lord… Emma, love, stop." Killian said the words but Emma sensed no real meaning behind them.
"Why?" She asked innocently, bringing her lips around the head of his cock and giving it another swipe of her tongue.
"It.. It isn't right, sweetheart. You shouldn't… I should be the one… I didn't mean for you to do… ohh," He groaned as Emma, without warning, swallowed him down to the hilt. She dragged her lips and teeth along his shaft, ever so slightly as she released him, giving his head a kiss.
"Do you not want this, Captain? I can stop if you don't." She teased, circling her fingers around his cock again, pumping it lazily. "Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about this?" She brought her mouth down around him again, licking and teasing him. He'd be a liar if he said he hadn't thought about this, a lot. Emma on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. Emma straddling his face as she took him deep in her throat... he had had a lot of lonely nights, just him, his hand, and his wild imagination since he had met her. And now she was on top of him, trapping his legs, as she willingly and enthusiastically used her mouth on him.
"Oh yes, darling. You have no idea." He managed to say, as she smiled, knowing she had won. Emma pulled at his pants slightly, as Killian raised his hips for her, but instead of taking them all the way off, she slid them down just far enough to release his balls as well. She quickly removed her shirt, knowing the view she'd give him in just her bra would drive him insane.
And then Killian was lost as Emma did unspeakable things to his body. Her hands were everywhere he needed them, one massaging his sack, while the other pumped the base of his dick. Meanwhile her lips and tongue were bringing him to heaven as she worked the top half of his cock. Killian tangled his hand in her hair, as she bobbed up and down, no words describing the pleasure pulsing through him. Every so often, Emma would shock him by ducking down and taking his balls into her mouth, licking and sucking them, before returning to his cock.
After a while, Emma's paced started to quicken, her hand and mouth twisting as she pumped and sucked him, the hand on his balls, pulling them down ever to slightly. She was doing things to him, that he had never experienced before and he was at the brink quicker than he would have liked. His hand tightened in her hair and he just managed to warn "Love, I'm going to…" but Emma was relentless. Killian grunted, bucking slightly into her mouth as he pulsed. Emma stilled her movements, letting his orgasm finish, before swallowing his release. She made to move off of him as he winced, now oversensitive. Sitting up she licked her lips.
Just as he was about to reach for her jeans, they both heard the sound of stomping feet coming up the stairs in the hall way outside. Emma was off Killian, shirt on and in the kitchen, so quickly he could have sworn she'd used magic. Killian pulled his pants up, tucking himself back inside, and was fully present, sitting on the couch like nothing had happened just as quickly.
A secondly later, the key was in the door and Henry was bounding inside, throwing his backpack down and greeting Emma and Killian.
"Hey Mom, Killian." He said a little too
happily. Turning to his mother he asked, "Mom, did you do it?"
Henry turned to Killian, who sat behind him
, missing the blush that flared across Emma's face.
"Umm.."
"Come on, Mom, just ask him!" Henry said shaking his head. "Fine, I'll do it. Killian, Mom and I wanted to know if you'd live here with us."
Emma looked at Killian over Henry's shoulder for his reaction. Killian sat there, cocking his head to the side like he hadn't processed the question.
"Live here? Are you sure about this Henry? Emma?"
Emma and Henry had spent the night before having a mom and son night. Henry only spent a few nights a week with Emma and voiced his concern to her that now that she didn't live with his grandparents anymore, he worried about her being alone most nights.
"Henry, I'm the sheriff… and the savior. I don't think you need to worry about me." She laughed him off. Henry just rolled his eyes at her, in a very Emma like fashion.
"I'm not worried about you getting attacked or anything, I know how you get when you're alone. You get sad, and I don't like when your sad. Besides, I know how happy Hook makes you and I know he'll protect you." Henry confessed to her. Emma sat stunned for a moment. How could her son be so perceptive? Emma did struggle with the rare times she found herself alone.
At first she had reveled in her alone time, it was rare and always too short. But as she finally found herself at home in Storybrooke, she started to dread those times and found excuses to hang around Grannies or the loft, or even Regina's office. When she was alone with her thoughts, she'd relive the worst moments of her life, like watching her mother died in the past, or Killian die in the alternate universe, or how she felt when she though Henry had died when he ate that apple turnover. She spent her entire life alone and she had been able to deal with it, but now that she had people she loved, people who loved her, she spent her alone time worrying about them. She spent her alone time wishing she wasn't alone.
Emma snapped back to reality when Killian stood from the couch taking a few steps to stand in front of Henry.
"I know you guys care about each other, and I'm not here all the time. I need someone to look after my mom." Henry said sticking his hand out to Killian, "So what do you say?"
Killian glanced up at Emma, who bite her lip and nodded.
"Thank you lad, I'd be happy to live here with you and your mom, as long as you'll have me," He shook Henry's hand, bumping his shoulder affectionately with his hook.
"Awesome, ok I'm going to get started on my homework. Mom, don't forget Mom is going to be here at 5:30 to go over my schedule with you guys." Henry said grabbing his backpack and heading for the stairs. Half way up, he turned again to say "Oh and welcome home, Killian."
Killian beamed back at him and watched him disappear up the stairs before joining Emma in the kitchen. "Well, love, were you just buttering me up with your little performance earlier?" He said waggling his eyebrows. Emma playfully hit him with the dishtowel.
"In all seriousness, Swan, are you sure you're ok with this? It's a big step and…"
"Hey," she stopped him, threading her fingers in with his. "I do want you to be here. I always want you to be with me.
...
Later that afternoon, Henry sat on the plush couch, flipping through the pages of his story book, something he did now mostly out of boredom since he knew every word of the book by heart. He couldn't help but feel content in the moment. His moms were becoming close friends- there was no more fighting over him. In fact, they were both currently standing in the kitchen area of the new apartment he shared with Emma discussing (rather peacefully) the next two weeks and what days Henry would be sleeping at each house (Emma would be adjusting her work schedule accordingly). Robin Hood sat on the opposite side of the island from where the women stood at the sink, watching Regina and Emma's discussion, occasionally adding a comment here and there to remind Regina of previous engagements or offer solutions to small conflicts that would arise.
Killian sat next to Henry, watching the pages' he flipped, once in a while asking for clarification of a story attached to a picture. Henry had to hand it to Hook, he was doing his best. He wasn't pushing Henry into liking him or becoming friends. It had just happened naturally. Hook was simply himself around Henry, showing him respect and treating him like an adult. Henry appreciated that. He didn't know how he felt about Hook dating his mom at first. Part of him had been jealous of having to split time with his biological mother with yet another person. He had missed out on 10 years with her, he wanted all the time he could get with her now. But he could see how Killian's expression would soft when he looked at Emma (or even himself). And Emma, well she laughed more now, seemed more content, something that he had not seen when his dad had been present.
Henry had barely gotten to know his dad, but he had already known his mother for some time when he came back into the picture. And although he was young and people liked to dismiss him because of it, he was not blind. When Neal was alive, Henry had hoped he and his mom could work things out and he's have a real set of parents. But when Emma had been around Neal, she always seemed worried, guarded, she tended to have a shorter fuse and snap at people for silly reasons. He noticed the squint of her eye, the furrowed brow she's get when she spoke to him, even if it was about something as trivial as what time they'd be having dinner. Yes, it had been a short time but Henry new his dad could no longer make his mother happy.
Henry's train of though was broken when he heard Emma sigh and her feet pad on the floor as she approached the back of the couch.
"Finally letting Killian know all of our family secrets, huh kid?" She joked, leaning on the back of the couch, her head betweens theirs.
"Yea, there's a lot that Hook doesn't know, and I figured if he's going to be part of the family, he should know his history." Henry answered, eyes trained on the pages as he continued to flip through, missing the quick kiss Emma gave to Killian's temple and the expression of affection that crosses Killian's face. Emma smiled, dropping both of her arms over the shoulders of her two favorite men, leaning her head against Killian's.
Henry flipped to the last page of the book, a blank page that bookended the front and back right before the cover. At least every time Henry has looked through the book, it had been blank. But there appeared a picture of the ocean and the horizon and nothing more.
"What the...?" Emma said lifting her head.
"This was never here before." Henry frowned at the page.
"Is it... moving?" Killian asked as he touched the page with his good hand.
Suddenly, Emma felt a jolt, like she was being pulled from the middle by a rope. Her vision went white, but she had the distinct feeling of falling forward. As quickly as the sensation had come, she felt her feet on solid ground, her right hand gripping a shoulder, Henry's shoulder, but her left hand where Killian had been a second ago was empty.
