A/N: For the guest reviewer, thank you for your feedback. This is an alternate universe, so no, charming was never a Shepherd nor David. I did mention that they almost had another daughter, but she passed away at birth. For this story, my focus was mostly on Emma and Hook, but I'll keep fleshing out other characters in mind for the future. Thanks!

Thank you all for the reviews, they always make me happy! Just a heads up, there's smut in this chapter too.


She's pouting at him, lips kiss swollen and red, as if his cock was a piece of candy and he had just taken it away.

Gods, she was perfect.

"I need you, love, right bloody now." He swallows her throaty laughter with a kiss, devouring her mouth, licking into it as if she was the most decadent desert. He pins her body under his, smirking as she inhales sharply, her fingers flexing in his hair, her eyes glazed with a burning passion. He trails a path of heated kisses to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, cock aching to dive into her warm depths.

"Killian," she whines and wraps her arms around his shoulders, arching into him, her breasts rubbing against his chest enticingly. "God, I need-" "I know, love, I've got you." He hooks her lean leg around his hip, opening her slick and warm to the tip of his cock; they shudder at the touch. "Swan," he breathes heavily, kissing her soft and slow, brushing her hair back with the brace of where his hook was, until he had removed it for the fear of hurting her.

"Darling, this may hurt a bit." She runs her finger through his hair, nipping at his bottom lip, smiling coyly. "I trust you." The words sear into his heart, filling an aching spot he never knew he had; she trusted him. He presses a soft, affectionate kiss to her lips, her nose, and her chin before slowly entering her aching cunt, swallowing her moan as he stretches her, hot, and so incredibly wet. "Fuck, Emma, you're so tight."

He holds her gaze, kissing the single tear that drips down her cheek, and waits, allowing her to adjust even as his whole body burns to fuck her into the bed. She kisses him languidly and arches her hips up, wrapping her other leg around his waist, whispering to move. He bites his lower lip as he pulls out and slides back in, her walls fluttering around him, her whimpers urging him on.

Her thighs tremble as he drives into her; they fit so bloody perfectly, as if she was made for him. He increases his pace when she moans, nails digging into his shoulders as she begs for more, panting hotly against his lips. "K-Killian, " she keens when his slides his hand between their sweat slick bodies and rubs her clit in circular motions, urging her to let go. "Oh, god, fuck." He groans as the indecent words falls from her lips, her teeth dig into the flesh between his shoulder and neck as he thrusts deeper and faster, relishing in her slick walls gripping him tightly. She cries out when he angles his head lower to kiss and caress her breasts, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth, breathing roughly against her skin.

He's never felt so out of control with a woman, her pleasure his only desire for the moment. "Yes darling, just like that," he coaxes as she meets him thrust for thrust, her lips finding his just as he presses against her bundle of nerves, pushing deep into her cunt. "Come for me, Emma, let go, love." He rubs her clit insistently, cock aching for release, his uneven breaths fanning her cheek.

It only takes a few more thrusts before she's coming hard, squeezing and pulsing around his cock, his name leaving her lips in a breathless cry. His hips stutter against her before he falls, ecstasy blurring his vision as he comes inside of her, rocking into her as he rides out his climax, her walls still fluttering around him. She tilts his head up, tugging at his hair, and kisses him gently, a grin curling her lips, his own sated smile mirroring hers. She's devastatingly beautiful and he's never wanted to declare his love for her more than in that moment.

He doesn't.


She traces patterns against his soft chest hair, snug against the crook of his arm, her legs tangled with his under the sheets, enjoying the feeling of his fingers stroking through her hair lazily.

She feels deliciously used, satisfied, her heart content.

The silence is comfortable and peaceful as they lie together, in each other's arms, a flickering wax candle making the room glow. "Doe it always feel like that?" His chest rumbles as he chuckles, so she looks up, her heart melting at the sight of his lazy, pleased smile. "Mind-blowing?" She nods, blushing at the way his tongue presses against his lip playfully. He tucks her hair behind her ear and strokes the back of his knuckles down her cheek. "It only happens for a special few, lass."

She kisses him, his response making her giddy, and moans low in her throat when he tilts his head and glides his tongue along hers, making heat simmer low in her belly. "So are we…" she begins breathlessly as she pulls away, he lips tingling. She traces the scar beneath his eyes, wondering the story behind it, and tangles her fingers into the silky strands of his raven hair. "Are we what, darling?" he smirks and smooths his warm, calloused hand down her spine, cupping her ass, making her shiver; the touch only further sparking her need.

She gestures to their intimate bodies with her chin and he chuckles warmly. "Is a pirate about to court a princess? I doubt it, love." Her smile falls, her heart beating unsteadily as she tries to decipher his change in mood, but then he flips her over, hovers above her for amount and then pulls her lips into a fiery kiss.

He kisses her thoroughly, slow and deep, until she forgets what they were discussing. She pulls away, breathing raggedly, grinning when he bumps their noses together affectionately. "I'm yours, Emma Swan, and you are mines." Her heart clenches in her chest, tears welling in her eyes as she holds his swirling blue gaze, the emotions within her making her grip his forearms to steady herself.

In that moment, she realizes, she might be in love with him, totally, utterly in love with Killian Jones. She laughs at his goofy grin and kisses him, trying to express the words she cannot say, hoping he'll understand. They fall asleep eventually, her face tucked against his neck, his burrowed in her hair, their bodies intertwined, holding each other, content, happy, relaxed.


He takes her again the next morning, loving her soft and slow, whispering words of praise into her skin until she falls against him, shaking and stunning. He follows, like always, his heart beating in time with hers, bliss easing every worry from his body.

They leave Friar in the afternoon, his crew well rested and in high spirits as they set sail for Neverland. It's their last task, the most daunting, but he doesn't feel the fear and dread like before, trusts that if they got this far, another trip into his own hell would be only a minor burden.

They're delayed when a storm rolls in, the oceans unsteady waves rocking the ship, rain pouring down in unorganized torrents. He spends his days caring for the Jolly, practicing sword fights with his crew, even combating Emma once (she proves to know a lot more than a princess normally knows about sword wielding and it only makes him want her more), playing with Henry and Roland, showing her how to steer the ship, her bright and eager smile proving to him that she would make one hell of a pirate.

Robin simply grins, shaking his head when he catches them on more than one occasion, kissing passionately, faces flushed.

He tells her about his mother dying when he was very young; his brother leaving for the navy, his father abandoning him not long after, his too blue eyes a reminder of what he had loss. He tells her about his days as Lieutenant on his brother's ship, his ship now, and gives her a very discrete version of his brother's horrifying death by the royals. He tells her about Neverland, the 300 years he spent in the awful, but mesmerizing Island, trapped by his pain, revenge and longing for his brother.

He learns of her life at the castle, her daily horse rides, sword fights, secretive trips to the taverns to distance her away from the pressure of being picture perfect princess ready to marry any suitor worthy enough for her hand. He learns of her close friend Ruby, her mother and father whom she loves dearly and is so fond of, her fear of disappointing them, her anger, as well as understanding of the Evil Queen's pain.

He makes love to her endlessly, memorizing her body, all the ways to make her fall, teaching her what she begs to know of his, and bares his soul to her, breathes hers in, falls deeper and deeper, faster, and faster.

On the day they finally decide to leave, she kisses him hard, thanking him for doing this for her. The world spins as the bean is thrown out to the sea; the only stability as they're sucked into a new realm is his Swan in his arms.


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