Notes:

I am sad to announce that there will only be one chapter after this, and possibly an epilogue later on, depending on my muse. Either way, I will be posting chapter 9 hopefully this weekend. Then I will be taking a break from my multi-chapter stories, because I have some one-shot projects I have signed up for on Tumblr. I will be updating when I can but it could possibly be the end of January before I do. If you would like to follow me on Tumblr or just shoot me a message and say hi, my username is the same hookedonapirate. That is where I post sneak peeks of all of my stories and complain about season 7 :) Thank you all for reading and following along!


Emma's initial reaction when she woke up that morning was to fall into panic mode. Remembering the prior night's activities and feeling the warm, naked body pressed to hers made her twitch instinctively; the urge to overreact was irrepressible. She was supposed to be getting married. Even if she were calling off the wedding, she hadn't done the deed just yet. There wasn't a doubt that she wanted to, but the questions still remained in her mind, gnawing away at her insides. Could she actually go through with it? Would she have the guts to call it off? If she did, how would her parents react? She didn't wish to make them upset, especially after everything they went through with the planning and postponing.

Shit.

Could she actually call off this wedding? It's not like Emma hadn't been unfaithful before, but the one-time romps on her desk were nothing compared to Killian.

Judging by the satisfied ache, the feeling of being stretched in the best possible way, and the manner of which her heart sped up whenever she was near him, Emma was sure that there was no going back. And she didn't want to be one of those cheating wives at all, let alone one who was in love with the man she was sneaking around with – shit!

Emma suddenly sat up; she was on the verge of freaking out. How in the world could she–? No, this was a mistake. She couldn't possibly be– she's only know him for a few days (the first of which she hated his guts!). No, this was utterly impossible and completely absurd!

Emma wanted to run, putting as much distance between her and Killian as she could. There was no way she could be falling in love with a thief!

She was about to get up, but when she started pushing the covers away, she felt a gentle hand on her arm which made her pause. His touch flooded her body with warmth, and when he pressed lustful kisses to her bare skin – her shoulder, her neck, her collarbone – his lips were also warm, making every inch of her skin tingle. It was heavenly.

"Love, you're not thinking of running away from me again, are you?" His lips continued the path along her neck and ear, his breathing shallow and his voice low – almost a whisper – sending off vibrations over her skin that went directly to her core. "I would despair if you did."

Emma closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. She tried to not let him affect her, but it wasn't working very well, especially when his hand slid to her breast, firmly cupping the weight in his hold. Her nipples stiffened as he continued working his fingers into her skin while massaging the spot behind her ear with his lips. When he tugged and pulled at her nipples, Emma choked out a moan trying to reassemble her thoughts, but he was making it very difficult.

He was relentless in his endeavor at making her melt into a puddled mess.

Emma somehow managed to grab his hands, removing them from her breasts, so she could think for two minutes.

Killian lifted his head as she rolled on her side, meeting his eyes with hers. He appeared to be concerned, maybe even worried that she was actually thinking about running away. "Are you regretting last night?"

Emma chewed on her bottom lip, contemplating how she wanted to answer his question. She certainly didn't regret it. In fact, she'd never felt so alive than she did last night, and it wasn't just because of the sex; it was the dancing and the way he took care of her – the way she felt when she was around him. She felt like she could just be herself around him, and that was something she didn't feel with anyone else.

"No- I just-" Emma stammered as he awaited an answer, his piercing blue eyes staring deeply into hers – it was heavy enough to make her fumble for words. "No, I don't- I don't regret last night," she finally admitted with a soft smirk. She felt her cheeks being flushed with warmth as she leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his lips. He accepted her gesture with a sigh of relief, his lips molding into hers as he curled one of his hands around her bare hip. His kiss was warm, inviting her to seek out his tongue with hers, but she forced herself to pull away. Emma licked her lips, offering him a small smile. "I just- I have to get my yoga stretches in before we go." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth. She just couldn't tell him that she was thinking of running because she was falling for him. She wasn't even sure if that was the foreign feeling that was blooming in her heart, but gathered a conclusion based on the various pieces of evidence – shattered breathing, a palpitating rhythm of the heartbeat and constant butterflies in her stomach. She assumed that this was what it felt like to fall for someone, but even if she were correct, she didn't know how he would react to that. Emma just couldn't imagine the pain of not having these feelings reciprocated, nor was she prepared for it.

To her surprise, Killian flashed a smirk; mischief swarming in his eyes as he lifted a brow in such a provocative manner, her whole body shuddered. "I don't have a problem with that. I love watching you do yoga."

Emma once again felt blush spreading across her cheeks as she removed herself from his embrace and got of bed. "Why don't you do something useful? Maybe go get us some breakfast and get the car while you're at it?"

Killian stuck out his lip, forming a pout, his eyes glued to her body as he laid back, perching his elbow into the mattress and his cheek on his fist. "You just enjoy ruining my fun don't you?"

Emma couldn't stop the smile from tugging at her lips and the giggle making its way from her throat. "Excuse me but, if I do recall, I'm the one who initiated all of the fun last night."

Killian's cheeks turned a dark shade of pink as he offered an impish smirk. "Very true. Please forgive me for my accusations, love."

"You're forgiven… I suppose." Emma ran a hand through her tangled hair and turned around, making sure to add a little sway to her hips as she walked away and headed to the bathroom, turning her head to catch Killian following her ass with his eyes. The blush in her cheeks deepened and a grin tugged at her lips under his hungry gaze.

She quickly turned away again and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.


Killian was as hard as a rock as he got out of bed and put a pair of boxers on. That little minx was intending to kill him; he was certain of it. He groaned as the material of the cotton rubbed against his hard cock, suffocating him as he wandered around the hotel room trying to stave off any desire to jerk off while he waited for her leave the bathroom. He even considered going in after her, but since there was no sound of a running shower, he wanted to give her some privacy. So instead, he gathered his clothes and tidied up the room as he waited.

He heard the toilet flush, and Emma was out a moment later with her hair pinned up. He growled at the sight; she was still naked as she shamelessly traipsed around like that. Emma winked at him as she passed; her nipples were so hard and pink, he had to resist the urge to grab her and touch her and kiss every inch of her gorgeous body, but it was not easy. It took some effort, but he dragged his eyes away from all the tantalizing parts of her body. He had to maintain some self-control as he walked away, taking his turn to use the bathroom. It was difficult to empty his bladder with an erection, so he had to think of other things that were less arousing. He had seen those walls of hers rising when they were in bed, so he didn't wish do anything that might make her want to flee. Emma had proved to him a couple of times that she was a flight risk. So when she had told him she wanted to do her yoga stretches, he'd kept his hands to himself.

However, any kind of self-restraint he possessed was instantly vanquished when he walked out of the bathroom.

A silent groan left his lips at the display she was offering. He had been expecting to see her in a cute yoga outfit as she did her stretches – perhaps a sports bra and spandex pants – but he was not prepared to see her practicing completely naked. Emma was enticing enough when she was wearing clothes, but nothing compared to how alluring she was flaunting her bare assets as she performed various yoga poses. The one she was currently holding was particularly intriguing.

Killian stepped closer, never tearing his eyes from her. She was positioned in an upside down split; her forearms were planted on the floor as she held up her upper body, and her legs were up in the air, spread out wide like an eagle. Her back was facing him, so he could see the tattoo on her butt, which was healing nicely, and he could see her glistening folds on display; she looked delicious. Wetting his lips, he stalked towards her.

Emma's eyes were closed when he went around to her front; if she noticed his presence, it didn't faze her in the least. She was meditating or whatever it was she was doing in that position. Killian couldn't help himself and closed the distance between them; his heart started racing as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to one of her milky thighs. He could feel her tremble underneath him, but she didn't voice her protest, nor did she retreat her position. This only encouraged him. He lifted a hand, swiping a golden curl away from her slit; she was bare and smooth, apart for the light amount of blonde curls that were sprinkled along her folds.

Curling one arm around her left leg, he leaned in closer, taking in her tangy, feminine scent as he opened her up and flattened his tongue to lick up her warm slit, gathering her enticing nectar in his mouth. Groaning at how she tasted, he could hear the quiet mewling noises from below as he removed his fingers and held both of her legs securely to keep her steady. He started lapping at her delicious folds, eliciting little whimpers from her lips as he ate into her. She tasted so sweet on his tongue; he couldn't force himself to stop if he wanted to. He easily got lost in her taste, her warmth and scent as he continued, teasing around her folds and flicking softly at her swollen clit. Suddenly, she pulled away from his grasp, her center leaving his mouth and tongue; he whined in disappointment.

When she was standing upright again, Killian could see that her face was red and flustered, and she was lightheaded. "I wish I could've stayed like that," she breathed, expelling a long puff of air.

"Mmmm, me too, love," Killian grinned back at her and put his hands on her hips, urging backwards to the edge of the bed, "but I'm not finished with you yet."

Killian laid back into the mattress and offered his hand; she eagerly took it and climbed on the bed, the anticipation building. With urging hands, Emma was straddling his face, her fingers wrapped around the bars of the headboard, bracing against it. He got comfortable between her thighs, held onto her them and continued where he left off, lapping at her folds. Emma certainly wasn't opposed; she started grinding her center into his mouth, greedily seeking more of his tongue. When he dove in deeper, he could hear the relentless moans from above, and without warning, he latched onto her bud and gave it a hard suck, eliciting a wail as her right fingers started threading through his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp. She choked out his name, trying to push down on him further, but instead he pulled back, nosing her clit before sucking it again.

He moved his hand from her thigh, letting his finger circle around her entrance before slipping it in, his cock twitching when she cried out. He continued licking and sucking at her clit, hooking his finger and searching for that spot inside of her that would make her see stars. She was so responsive, it was glorious. He hummed in satisfaction when he found her sweet spot; the proof was in the way she shuddered and begged for more, grinding hard against his fingers and his face.

Enjoying her reaction a bit too much, he added another finger and drove in and out of her, increasing his pace. Emma screamed out her pleasure, writhing and thrusting against him as she tightened the grip on his hair. He groaned and growled in response, feeling her walls contract around his fingers. She was gasping, her body convulsing as another whimper tumbled from her lips, "Oh Killian!" and then suddenly she was there, her juices pouring out in a rapid flow and coating his fingers, his tongue and the stubble on his chin.

Eagerly lapping up everything she offered him with great pleasure, he continued to finger-fuck her through the aftershocks until she was slumped against the headboard. He gave her folds a parting lick that caused her whole body to twitch; Killian chuckled and removed his fingers, licking her essence off of them as Emma climbed off of him and lay on her side. Killian rolled over, observing her as he licked his lips.

Her face was flushed beautifully, her chest heaving with every breath, and he felt some pride knowing that he was the one who caused this. He was the one who gave this stubborn, uptight woman so much pleasure. He wanted to draw her like that; capture every exquisite detail. "You taste so bloody good," he murmured, his voice low and thick as he leaned in to kiss her lips, sliding his hand around her hip.

Emma was still panting as she carded a hand through his hair, her body easily molding into his. They got caught up in a languid, open-mouthed kiss, her tongue swiping across his to taste her own juices. Killian emitted a soft groan into her mouth as her hand lowered to his member, which was still hard and throbbing.

Heated strokes and kisses had her writhing in his arms again, desperately craving for friction. Soon, the desire to have her was too overwhelming, and she pushed him back so he was lying on the bed. She sheathed his hard length in a condom before guiding him to her entrance, moving slowly and letting him invade her walls. They were soon crumbling apart, screaming each other's name as they came.


"So, do you ever plan on making things right with your brother?" Emma asked curiously before taking a bite of the strawberry in her hand as she rested her head on the headboard. Killian had ordered room service, so she'd decided to skip the yoga, allowing herself to indulge in a few blissful moments lying with Killian and eating breakfast in bed before they had to leave.

"I think about it a lot, love, but I don't know if he would want anything to do with me. He has a wife and kids now; a family to take care of. He doesn't need someone like me interfering with his life." Killian had his arm around her back, curling his hand around her waist as he popped a grape into his mouth.

Emma turned towards him, leaning her head on his shoulder as her fingers traced his abs with lazy circles. "I think you might be wrong. I think he misses you and feels bad about shutting you out. He wants to make things right, he's just afraid you won't forgive him."

Killian peered down at her with a raised brow. "And how can you be so certain? You've never even met him."

She smiled against his chest hair and pressed a soft kiss there, making his heart stutter under her lips. "Because he's family. He's your brother. I would've loved having a younger brother or sister, but I was the only child. If I did have a sibling, though, I would've done whatever I could to keep the two of us together. Maybe you could just try to reach out to him. You might be surprised."

Killian dropped a kiss to her disheveled hair, wrapping his other arm around her waist so that Emma was snuggled in a cocoon of warmth. "Perhaps, love. I would like to see him again. Although, I'm not sure how that would work if I end up going to jail."

Emma frowned at the thought, but she wouldn't let that happen. "You won't, but if your brother really loved you, he would come visit you, even in jail."

"Let's hope that he does."

Emma decided not to dwell on the issue; the day had started out too perfectly for the mood to be dampened.

They finished their breakfast and took a long, steamy shower together. Killian fingered her as she jerked him off until they were bringing each other to completion once more; both of them panting in each other's arm and leaning against the wall.


"Are you ever going to tell me, how you know the Sheldons?" Emma asked curiously as she packed the rest of her things into her luggage. Killian was pulling on his t-shirt as he approached the bed. The corner of lips curled up into a smirk as she focused on her task, trying not to stare.

"I suppose I could, love." He walked around the bed to where she was and took her hand into his as he sat down; she didn't hesitate to take a seat next to him. "Sophie is a little girl I met when I came to Boston." Emma could sense this was a sensitive topic by the way he began fidgeting with her fingers. "I had nothing after I lost Milah, and the Sheldons graciously took me into their home before it was burned to ashes."

Emma offered a weak smile to ease his nerves a bit. She wasn't as good at engaging in conversation as she knew he was, so she made an awkward joke that she immediately regretted. "Ah, so you weren't the one who caused it, were you?"

Thankfully, he didn't take her seriously, and let out a nervous chuckle. "No, love. It was an electrical fire."

Somehow she managed to feel worse than she already did. She couldn't have imagined what he and that family had gone through losing their home. "Sorry, I shouldn't have joked about that," she apologized sincerely, soothing his thumb with a few gentle strokes of her own.

Killian smiled warmly and his eyes were gentle as he peered down at their joined hands. "It's okay, love. No harm done." He lifted his eyes again, the stunning shade of blue making her breath hitch. "So, why don't you tell me something, love…?"

"Sure. What do you want to know?" Emma could see his eyes flashing with guilt as he cleared his throat.

"You wrote in your diary that you wanted to go to art school. Is that still true?"

She nodded. The idea of this man reading her diary didn't sit well with her; he knew all of her secrets – some things that no one else did. But she chose not to let it bother her. If he hadn't stolen her bad at the airport, then she'd probably be at home that very moment walking down the aisle, about to make the biggest mistake of her life. So for that, she really should've thanked him. "Yeah, it is. Although, I'm not sure I have any artistic talent. I loved painting in school, but I was always too busy with other things to get really good at it."

"So why don't you just do it, love? You're an adult; your parents can't forbid you from attending the school you want anymore."

"They never really forbid me; they just wouldn't pay for it, and I didn't like the idea of living in a studio apartment and eating ramen noodles for every meal."

Killian flashed a smile as he rose from the bed, releasing her hand as she stood up with him. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but isn't that part of the fun when you're a college student?"

Emma closed and zipped up her suitcase before turning to face Killian again, planting her hands on her hips. "Maybe, but you forget this is me we're talking about. My idea of fun was significantly different than that of my peers."

He smirked playfully and nodded. "Aye, good point." Killian gathered his jacket and the rest of condoms from the night stand, putting them into his bag. Emma lifted a brow in amusement, and Killian blushed, looking over at her. "I like to be prepared for anything, love," he explained, wagging his brow.

Emma rolled her eyes and looked into his bag, spotting his sketchbook. "Is that why you carry around a sketchbook? I suppose it's cheaper than buying a camera."

Killian chuckled, pulling it out of the bag. "It is indeed, but I do actually enjoy drawing on occasion."

"Can I see some of your work?" she inquired with a curious eye as she observed the outside cover.

"Sure, love." Cracking it open, he handed it over, allowing her to peruse through the pages. The drawings were mostly of tall buildings, landscapes and people she assumed he met on the streets.

"I enjoy people watching. I find it rather interesting."

"I can see that," she said with a small laugh, her eyes never leaving the pages. "These are beautiful. You're really talented."

"You think so?"

"I don't think so, I know so." Turning another page, she saw a young female with dark wavy hair who she assumed was Milah. "Is that-?"

"Aye. That was my Milah right before she ran away."

"But she looks so happy?"

"That's what I thought too." Killian's eyes grew dark as he withdrew a shaky sigh. Emma had an idea that Milah didn't run away voluntarily, but she knew it was a touchy subject and didn't want to press the issue, so instead, she chose the safer route. "Maybe you could draw me some time?"

He appeared to be taken off guard by the question, his brow arching in surprise. "You'd let me?"

She shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Killian's lips curved into a smile, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I'd be delighted. Does this mean I'll get to see you again? Even after your father sends me to jail?"

Emma closed the sketchbook and handed it back to him with a sigh. "He won't, I'll make sure of it. But yes, I think we'll see each other again."

Killian's eyes were full of doubt as he replaced the sketchpad in his bag, zipping it up before strapping it over his shoulder. "Love, I think it will be a difficult time trying to convince your father not to have me locked up after what I've put him and your mother through, and what I put you through."

"My Dad's more forgiving than you'd think. He'll come around, especially if I tell him what the money's for."

Killian sighed. "Emma, I told you; I don't wish to tell your father-"

"I know, I'm just saying, he's a good man with a kind heart." She could see his features transforming and becoming more relaxed as he offered a small smile, unwilling to fight her on the issue.

"I'd believe it. You certainly take after him in that department. Now, what do you say we get the car and get you home?"

Emma nodded as Killian took her by surprise by grabbing her suitcase and removing it from the bed, carrying it with him to the door. She narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"I'm okay with that plan, but I thought you weren't… how did you put it... my lapdog?"

Killian smirked and blushed as he opened the door for her. "I've been rethinking some things since our shared time together."

"Is that so?" she asked, intrigued by his words.

He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively in return. "Indeed it is. I'll gladly be your lapdog anytime, love."

Emma felt her own cheeks redden as she walked out the door and rolled her eyes, feeling the small tug at the corner of her lips.

They retrieved the car and called her parents to let them know they were on their way. David and Mary Margaret were jumping for joy; Emma couldn't see them, but could hear the excitement in their voices.

The drive to Storybrooke was much more enjoyable this time around. Emma and Killian sparked up pleasant conversation when they weren't singing to their mutually favorite oldies songs. Killian even taught her some things along the way, and for the first time in her life, Emma stole from a convenient store. They could've paid for the items they grabbed, but Emma wanted to see what the big deal was. She supposed it wasn't the act itself that made it exciting, but rather it was the risk of getting caught. She enjoyed the thrill, the butterflies in her stomach and the idea of being able to get away with something that was not acceptable, or as others would say – naughty. But she'd already crossed that realm several times engaging in sinful sex with Killian. Besides, she promised herself she would never do it again.

Emma left the store, her shirt stuffed with knickknacks as she held Killian's hand. They appeared to be a typical couple, as they casually headed to the car and got in. Killian actually let Emma drive, and she had to admit, the yellow bug was starting to grow on her. She also admitted to herself she wasn't ready to go home. She was ready to call of the wedding, but she wasn't ready to leave Killian's side. For the first time, she felt like someone actually got her. Being with him made her realize that this – doing what she wanted, getting a tattoo in the spur of the moment, making love all morning instead of engaging a quick fuck with someone she had no real feelings for – was what she should've been doing the whole time. Emma could now easily admit to herself that she was falling in love with Killian, and she couldn't live in Storybrooke or anywhere else without him. Killian was her home.

"Emma, you alright?" he asked when they were approximately an hour from the South Carolina state line. "You look like something's weighing in your mind."

She knew that he could sense her inner turmoil because she could feel his heavy gaze on her as she kept her eyes on the road. "No, I just… what if I…?" she stammered for words, unwilling to admit her dilemma. "What if I get home and chicken out? What if I can't tell Walsh that I don't want to marry him?"

Killian smiled at Emma, taking her hand. Her heart started thumping wildly as he threaded his fingers into hers and lifted her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Love, I have complete faith in you, and I think you can do whatever you put your mind to. Don't force yourself into doing something you don't want to do. No one can choose your fate but you."

Emma chewed on her bottom lip, thinking about what he said. She really didn't want to force herself to marry Walsh, but she felt pressured to do so. "I know but… my parents went to so much trouble to plan the wedding. Then they had to tell everyone it was being postponed. And I'm afraid they'll be disappointed."

"Emma, I don't think they will be. They love you and care for you. Do you honestly think they want you to marry someone you're unhappy with? Because I don't." Killian gave her an encouraging smile as he encased her hand with both of his, never breaking his gaze. "I'll make you deal – I will go visit my brother in England if you call off the wedding. I've been thinking a lot about it and I really want to make things right with him. What do you say, love?"

"Killian…" As much as she wanted him to visit his brother, she didn't like the idea of him leaving the country. She also didn't like the idea of letting her parents down. The idea made her stomach turn, her temples throbbing from the anxiety she felt. She hated the idea so much, she wanted to scream. "How am I supposed to tell my parents that everything they did was for nothing?" The words came out louder and harsher than she had intended, but once that cover was popped open, she couldn't close it. "How am I supposed to tell them that I absolutely detest Walsh and that I only agreed to marry him because that's what they wanted?! How am I supposed to tell them that I tricked them into thinking their daughter was actually kidnapped just so they wouldn't know the truth?! How am I supposed to tell them I'm in love with a thief?!" Emma didn't realize the words that flew out of her mouth until it was too late. When reality dawned on her like a solid brick to the face, her face went pale as she stared at the road ahead, trying to avoid his gaze.

"You are?" The question was strangled, his voice completely wrecked.

"That's not-"

"Love? Please tell me. Do you feel as I do?"

Emma snapped her eyes to look at him, her mouth falling agape. "I… I mean you're…?"

Killian's gaze seeped into her so deeply, she couldn't breathe. "Aye. I'm in love with you, Nolan. And if our love for each other doesn't convince you that you're making a terrible mistake by marrying Walsh, maybe my next confession will."

Emma narrowed her eyes in confusion alternating her gaze between him and the road. "Next confession?"

"I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want it to be the reason why you didn't go through with the wedding; I wanted you to make that decision on your own."

Emma was even more confused. She had no idea what he could possibly be talking about. "What do you mean?"

Killian exhaled deeply before blurting it out. "Our meeting in the airport wasn't exactly by chance. Walsh hired me to spy on you during your time in Boston."

Staring at the road blankly, the blood drained out of her face; did she hear him right? No, no, no it couldn't be true, could it?

"He had an inkling that you were cheating on him so he found me online through some mutual connections and wanted me to keep an eye on you," he continued when Emma didn't say anything.

She was pretty sure she stopped breathing at that point as she finally blinked; trying to digest what the fuck he was telling her.

"Love?"

Her anger bubbled to the surface, the steam practically erupting from her ears; how could he do this to her? How could this asshole get her to fall for him just so he could admit that he was spying on her from the beginning?!

"Emma, please say something."

She didn't speak, and instead slammed on the brakes, quickly pulling over to the side of the road. They both jerked forward int heir seat belts as Emma stopped the car completely. "Get out," she demanded quietly.

Killian looked at her in confusion. "Love?"

"I said, get out." Again she spoke faintly, never taking her eyes from the road.

"Emma, can't we talk about this? When I took the job, I had no idea I'd-"

That was when she was about to lose it. She felt the blood boiling under her skin as she spoke again, her voice growing louder and harsher with every word. "I said, get the fuck out of the car!"

Killian flinched and swallowed thickly as he moved, unfastening his seatbelt. "As you wish." He opened the door and stepped out as she turned and grabbed his bag from the backseat. She threw it directly into his chest, eliciting a loud "oomph" from his throat as he latched onto it. "Emma, what are you doing? You can't just leave me here." His eyes were wide and full of panic when he realized she wasn't getting out with him.

She didn't allow him to speak another word before she stepped hard on the gas and took off, screeching the tires and leaving Killian in the dust. To think, she almost called off her wedding for that rat bastard!