"Emma."
She didn't move - didn't drop her gaze. She stood and waited, searching for a response or an emotion or even an innuendo. She was willing to take anything at this point. His nervous hands ran over the smooth surface of the box. He pushed the torn flaps back, confirming that it was empty. His eyes grew wide as he finally looked at her. What the hell was he thinking about?
"Emma, are..."
The front door of the loft flew open and Killian quickly bent the box so he could shove it into the back pocket of his jeans. Henry trotted into the loft, clearly oblivious to what he had just walked into as he smiled at the pair.
"Hey," he said warmly as he moved to the stairs. "I'm just grabbing my bow. Robin said he's got some time to shoot some arrows this afternoon. I'm not sure what time I'll be done so do you care if I eat dinner at their house?"
"Oh, um, of course," Emma stumbled over the casual conversation they were having. "Have fun."
"Can I take Zero too?"
Emma looked down to the curious pup - he seemed as uneasy as her in this situation. Emma feigned a smile and nodded at her son.
Henry hurried up the stairs and a few moments later, Killian heard him shuffling a few things around in his bedroom. Not wanting him to assume anything, he tried to look busy - peeking into a few boxes and closing and opening a few lids. Emma seemed to have the same idea as she moved to the kitchen to get them both a glass of water, trying to steady her hands and nerves as she set them on the counter. She chanced a look at Killian and found he was already staring at her, his eyes burning a hole in hers. They were pulled from the moment as Henry's footsteps entered the room again and he quickly made his way to exit.
"See you guys later!"
The door slammed shut and the pirate resumed his glance at the savior. She looked worried and maybe even a bit scared. He watched her take a shaky breath as she opened her mouth to say something. A speechless Emma Swan was a rare creature, and in this moment, it seemed as if she couldn't find the right words to string together.
"Emma," he tried once more. "Love, what's this all about?"
Suddenly she challenged his gaze - telling him more than her voice could. She subtly nodded, confirming that the test that had initially been in the box told her what she had needed to know. She was pregnant.
Killian narrowed his eyes at her. He looked confused and worried, as if he wasn't sure how to process this. It definitely wasn't something they'd ever talked about. Emma had always assumed that a three hundred year old pirate wouldn't want much to do with a baby - although Killian was fantastic with Neal. Would he get upset? Would he leave her? Her eyes began to water as she watched him take the box from his pocket again, examining it once more.
Instantly, everything was set into a fast motion. Killian dropped the box and rushed across the room. Forcefully cupping the side of Emma's face, he pulled her to him and slammed his lips to hers. The passion in his kiss gave her a huge relief as she felt him grasp her thighs so he could lift her up. Never missing a beat, she automatically wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer as the kiss heated both of them. He moved forward, finding the edge of the counter and placing her on it. He lifted both hands to her face, dragging his tongue over hers as she sighed against his open mouth. Suddenly, she pulled back. Killian openly his eyes lazily to be met by her shocked, warm grin.
"Do you want to talk about this?"
"No," Killian laughed after mulling over her question for a moment. "I don't."
He lunged forward again, kissing her ferociously. The way his mouth caressed hers caused warmth to gather between her legs and she squeezed him harder around the waist. Moving his mouth to lick a trail down her neck to her collarbone, he began undoing the buttons on her jeans. Succeeding to loosen them, he made quick work and tossed them to the ground. Nibbling on her ear and placing open mouthed kisses on every inch of her neck. Her reached down to cup her, sliding a finger across the wet fabric. He smiled against her shoulder as she moaned softly. He pulled back to look at her with a loving, predatory gaze.
"Mmm, Swan," he groaned, beginning to rub his hand back and forth, creating a sweet friction. "If only you could feel what such news does to a man."
"I am pretty sure I feel something," she retorted, gently kneeing the space between his legs.
"Ah, ah, ah," he replied, pushing a finger against the exact spot where she wanted him - where she needed him. "Not this time."
He moved a hand to her lower back, gently asking her to lay down on the cool surface. He resumed kidding her neck and moved quickly down the length of her body. When he reached her stomach, he ran a smooth hand across her skin as he sweetly closed his eyes to place a soft kiss against her abdomen. He smiled up at her, reassuring her of his undeniable happiness. If possible, in that moment, she loved him more than she ever had. If at first she possessed any doubts about wanting this baby, she had zero now.
It took only a moment for his movements to turn seductive again. She knew exactly what he'd had in mind from the moment he placed her on the counter and despite her own desires, she realized something as she watched him. He needed this. He needed to love her. He needed her to see his happiness - to feel his approval.
He began to drag his tongue from her navel to the top of her underwear. Not willing to be stopped by the garment, he slid the fabric down her legs that were hanging off the countertop and dropped it shamelessly on the floor. Thrusting his hands under her, he gripped her ass and pulled her to his mouth. He kissed her wetness, softly at first, but then with a slowly escalating pace.
"Oh, Killian," Emma's strained voice begged. "More."
He moaned back, shoved his tongue inside of her, clearly enjoying what he was doing. She began to rut her hips against his face, something she knew he loved, and he encouraged her by stroking the backs of her thighs. She was sure she was practically dripping as she began to feel the pleasure build.
"Killian! Please don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
He growled against her, quickly running two fingers over her swollen nerves. He wanted so badly to push them inside her and curl them back and forth until she screamed, but he didn't want to hurt her. He decided to use them to stroke her folds and apply a firm pressure to her nub. He felt her begin to pulse around his tongue and he knew she was close.
"Oh yes. Mmm," Emma cried, driving a hand into his hair to pull his face closer. "Make me come, Killian. Please."
He loved her like this - honest and open as she rode the brink of pleasure. He tightened his grip on her ass and began to suck hard on everything he could get his lips on.
"Oh, oh, yes! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God," Emma screamed, steadying his head against her as his gentle lips helped her ride out her orgasm.
"You okay, love?"
Killian continued to run his tongue over her until she stopped trembling. He rose to see a sated Emma, her eyes slowly blinking as she let out a soft gasp. He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away any evidence of what just happened. She grinned lazily up at him and he pulled her up to wrap his arms around her. He nibbled her ear softly and pressed a kiss into her hair as she nuzzled against him. After a few quiet moments, she leaned back to look up at him.
"Well," she said in a hushed tone. "Would you like to talk about it now?"
"Hmmm, perhaps," he replied, a smirk lighting up his features as he moved in to kiss her. "Or perhaps first you could enlighten me with the do's and don't's in bed that we will need to follow while you're carrying my child."
Emma scoffed and tapped him on the chest. She was. She was having his baby. He seemed to have the same train of thought as his eyes glistened and his lips turned up into that sassy half-smile that she loved so much. She was unable to muster an argument as he carried her to the bedroom.
Later that night as the glow of the moon slipped through the curtains, Killian sat up, his back rubbing against Emma's headboard. They had been blissfully tucked away in her room by the time the Charming couple arrived back home and thus had avoided questions about the pirate's sleeping arrangements. Emma breathed deeply - she had her head dropped to his bare chest, no doubt enjoying the gentle beat of his heart against her ear. Killian smoothed her hair and pressed his lips on top of her head. He wondered if she was asleep - hoping she was. He shouldn't be this happy - not with the past haunting its way into his new life. But he was. A new apartment. A new love. A new baby. This had to be a new start.
"Killian?"
Snapped from his self deprecating thoughts, he peered down at Emma as her eyes fluttered. She was so beautiful. She could have ridded herself of him so many times - ogres, giants, Cora, Pan, and too many curses to remember - but she didn't. Now here they were - and he loved her so much.
"Yes, Swan?"
"What are you thinking about?"
He was getting quite weary of her ability to read him. He'd always been rather adept at putting up a cover, but not with Emma.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well," Emma explained. "Hours ago, you stumbled into the loft, quite gracefully I might add, and learned some information that usually changes the lives of people involved. You don't have...questions? Concerns? A sudden desire to step over the town line?"
"Sorry, love," Killian sighed, pulling her closer to him. "I don't mean to be evasive. I'm just happy - trying to take it all in I guess."
"I suppose we should be figuring out a plan," Emma concluded. "Luckily, I think we can move this week. I'm really tired of having to think of ways for you to sneak into my bed."
"I hate to break it to you, love," Killian replied, his protective spirit making an appearance as he ran a hand lightly across her stomach. "But you will not be moving anything. I'm sure I can get David and Henry to help - maybe Robin too."
"Speaking of my family, maybe this is one of those things we could keep under wraps for a while? I'm just not ready for that discussion yet."
"Ah, mum's the word," he promised.
Emma sat up suddenly, drawing the sheets up to cover her skin. She turned to look into Killian's eyes. Touching her thumb to the scar on his cheek, she examined the small smile on his face.
"Now that we have that covered," Emma said, a hint of her loving sarcasm. "Ready to tell me what's been bothering you all day?"
"I hate how you do that, you know," Killian feigned exasperation.
"Do what?"
"Read me - always knowing there's something going on in my head."
"Well, you're "something of an open book", Captain."
He rolled his eyes as he rolled his body to face hers. He took her hands in his, running his fingers over her knuckles. Both hands intact, it was one of his favorite things to do. She waited - she didn't prod or prompt him. She simply followed his movements with her eyes, allowing him to gather his words.
"Okay," he finally said. "Let's talk."
