Yeah, so here's the newest chapter. So, there were a lot of mixed reviews for the last chapter and I just wanted to get out all the answers to the reviews with issues in them. And I am only responding to questions from chapter SEVEN so if you reviewed for a chapter before that, sorry, I'll probably do it another time. Thank you to:
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Lisa1972: OK, this is was one of the hardest parts of the chapter to write, and I so didn't want to do it, but I had to, because it led me to THIS chapter, and I didn't want him to leave, but he had to. And Emma wouldn't have thought about what she was saying until he had left, when she could regret what she had done.
clarkLover1: I was sobbing myself in the chapter. And thank you!
AverytheOncer: Ok, I really just want to rewrite the WHOLE chapter just to make Charming bursting right through the door fit somewhere in there, but I can't... oh the regrets!
Rhianon Cullen: Thank you for, like, the first review that didn't make me want to cry. I mean, I loved everybody's reviews, because I hated writing it, but when you say you liked how I made Emma act, it really made my day. I got the email in school, so I checked it during my science test and I was like :))) and my teacher was like "..."
Kou Shun'u: wow. I'm not gonna lie, this review actually kind of hurt me in a way. I think that in Emma's mind she was thinking of her FAMILY, and putting aside her feelings for Hook because she just met him, and she was going to do whatever she could to protect the people she loves. And I don't plan on rewriting this chapter any differently, and Hook came to Storybrooke specifically for Rumpelstiltskin, not the town, so I don't know why Emma would put in her speech how she needed to protect everybody. And like I said, the chapter was rushed and I had to help my parents so I wasn't going to plan a whole showdown between Gold and Regina and Hook.
Warning: SMUT!
Song is "Heart" by Pretty Reckless.
Chapter Eight
Walls Crumbling Down
"Never wanted to feel Never wanted you to steal my heart
Never wanted you to know Never wanted to show I'm weak."
"Swan."
Emma nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned around slowly, wishing that the voice she heard was some kind of sick hallucination. It wouldn't be the first she'd had of him since he'd left the room a week, two days, and eleven hours ago-at her request, nonetheless. But it was him.
"Hook."
She saw the way his eyes tightened. "So we're back to Hook, now, are we?" he said coldly, and he loved the way Emma flinched at his rough voice.
"What are you doing here in the forest, Hook?" Emma asked, tightening her coat around her and shivering.
He noticed. "You're cold. Come with me."
Emma raised her eyebrows. "Where? It's . . . a forest. We have nowhere to go."
He gave her a grin, and for a moment they were themselves again, not these people that acted like strangers together, skirted around each other, trying not to say anything that might blow the other up. Normally, they challenged each other, made the other's temper blaze because it was the only time they would be able to see their true emotions instead of the cool, collected calm they always wore.
"You're father came across me by chance after our . . ." Killian cleared his throat uncomfortable, "disagreement. Told me about a little cottage in the woods that could serve as a place to stay while I was here. Deep in the woods, protected from prying eyes, . . . unwanted guests."
Emma knew what he was talking about. David had went out the door a couple minutes after Killian had left. He had come back a short while later, his cheeks red and refused to say where he'd been.
"I promise I don't bite . . . much." He winked at her and led her through the woods with a familiarity that unnerved her. "So, why are you here?"
Emma shrugged. "Felt like walking," she replied shortly.
He didn't press. He knew. They walked in a silence filled with tension so thick you could cut it clean through with a blade. Or his hook. Finally, they came to the small cottage Emma had heard about, where Mary Margaret and David had hit out in during that storm. He opened the door and went to sit in a chair, looking at her curiously as she stripped off her coat. His eyes went straight through to her soul, knowing everything she was thinking. And he definitely knew what was coming.
"You didn't go after Gold."
Killian nodded. "Aye. I didn't."
Emma bit her lip and walked over to him, leaning her hip against the table. "Why?"
He leaned in closer to her, his eyes on her lips. "Maybe I didn't want to. Besides, I didn't notice you going around telling the whole bloody town that I was here."
Emma turned away. "Maybe I didn't want to," she said.
Immediately, Killian stood up, and he almost knocked the chair he was sitting on over onto the floor. He stared deep into Emma's eyes, his own bright with sudden fury. Emma tried to take a step backwards, but he followed, and she took another step, and then his hands were on her shoulders and he had her up against the wall in half a second.
"Hook-"
Killian pressed his lower body into her hips and she let out a strangled gasp, her head falling back against the wall. "Don't call me that," he hissed.
Emma looked into his eyes, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. Finally, she whispered, "Killian,"
His lips crushed against hers, sliding his hand and hook down her arms to her wrists, trapping them against the wall. She gasped into his mouth and tangled her hands into his hair, kissing him back fiercely. He played with the neckline of her tank top under her leather jacket, and when she let out a small whimper, he promptly tore it straight down the middle and shoved it off of her, along with her jacket. He tried desperately to get her bra off of her and then it was gone, and she was there, exposed for his eyes, and he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Killian put his hand on her, and she moaned, but it wasn't enough, because she'd said his name and he knew he would never be able to get enough of it now that he'd heard it leave those perfect lips that made those perfect noises. But he wanted her to speak his name!
"Say my name, Emma," he murmured against her lips as he forced his hips against hers roughly. She refused. He began to unbutton his shirt as he fell to his knees and wrapped his lips around her pink nipple, making her let out another moan. "Say. It."
Emma breathed in deeply through her nose and tilted her head back against the wall. "No," she whimpered weakly.
Killian straightened and took her breast in his hand roughly. "Emma," he gasped. His voice was not sweet, or gentle. "Please."
Emma looked up at him and blinked slowly. She raised a hand to his face and rested it on his cheek. "Killian," she whispered.
He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers, and looked back at her. She nodded once slightly, but it was enough. He leaned in the rest of the way and caught her lips in his. He shifted his knee so it separated her legs, and settled comfortably against her body. Emma looked up at him as their lips parted, and bit her lip.
"Please say yes," he whispered against her lips. "Please say it."
Emma nodded, but he shook his head. "Say you want it."
"I want it," she said.
He smiled slightly. "What do you want, Emma, love?"
Her lips parted and she paused slightly. "I want you."
Killian's smile turned into a full-blown grin and he picked her up and sat her down on top of the kitchen table. "What do you want me to do?"
She wrapped her hands around his neck and looked him straight in the eye. She took a deep breath and told him, loud and clear, "I want you to fuck me."
Killian froze and then his grin turned predatory. His grip on her waist tightened. "Well, love, if that's what you want." He struggled with the laces of his pants and tugged them off. "A little help would be nice, love," he said. Emma helped him get the leather pants off and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his body closer to hers. He paused for a moment, looking deep into her blue eyes, a complete look of awe masking his face. Emma looked back at him, blinking with a slightly dazed look on her face, and her hands slowly slid up from his neck to his hair and tightened her grip on it, making him grunt as she pushed their lips together and kissed him. She felt the curve of his lips as he smiled against her mouth, but she didn't care because of the way he was making her feel . . . and he was whispering her name, and the way he said it, you could mistake him for praying to a god.
Killian moved her backwards and climbed on top of the table with her so he was straddling her hips, pressing himself full against her. "Tell me," he said hoarsely.
She let him go and leaned back against the table. "Tell you what?"
"Tell me exactly what you need, right now. . . ."
Emma bit her lip and pulled him even closer. "I need you . . . I need you inside me, right now. Please," she begs. It sounded like a broken prayer, begging for mercy for the most enjoyable pain she'd ever experienced. And then, suddenly, he was inside her, and she couldn't keep the cry that bubbled up to her lips and escaped as she felt him fill her up. Her back arched off the table and she clung to his hair like a vice, as if it were the only thing keeping her tied down to earth at this point.
Killian started a fast and furious pace, thrusting in and out of her roughly, never breaking stride. Their hips came into contact every single time. "Oh…God…" She moaned as one of his hands found her breast again and squeezed. His hands were so very cold, and she shivered as they left a trail of goose bumps on her overheated skin, and Emma pushed against him.
"Oh!" She gasped as his mouth found her breast and nipped at the puckered flesh.
It was all too much. The pleasurable pain from his relentless rhythm left her dizzy and breathless and frantic for release. She tightened her stranglehold on the sheets as she felt herself building so hard and so fast that she feared that her pounding heart would give in on her. Letting out a hoarse cry as she peaked, Emma shuddered and tightened around him.
Emma gripped his body tightly as she raised her mouth to his shoulder and bit down hard. Killian growled in response, his hands clutching at her waist convulsively as he stiffened and came. He continued to move, thrusting shallowly in time with his harsh breathing, until he finally stilled inside her. "Fuck." He hissed. Emma came soon after, letting her orgasm rip through her entire body, crying out Killian's name like a chant.
The strength in his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Emma. She leaned back against the table and looked up at him. "Thank you." She whispered.
He lifted his head off her chest and looked up at her tiredly, squinting to see her. "For what, love?"
She shrugged and ran her fingers lazily through his dark hair. "Everything."
But he was already asleep.
