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AN: A big thank you to GranddaughterOfCaskettAndTivia for all her help! I know life is crazy busy right now, I'm so glad that we can still work together on these stories. Thank you! ~ XOXO MAS
Chapter Eight
A bit of light crept into the cabin, streaming directly in Emma's face. She let out a soft groan and buried her head in the pillow. Stretching out and feeling muscles that she hadn't used in nearly a year protest, she sighed softly. She felt used and sore in the best way. She and Killian had gone three more rounds during the course of the night. She couldn't get enough of him. Every touch, every dark promise or praise he made was intoxicating. She had no idea that it could be like that. And now that she did, she wanted him again and again and again.
"Ah, so you're awake." She felt his lips brush against the shell of her ear and his arm that was draped snugly around her torso tighten, pulling her little body even closer to his.
"It's late," she murmured, noting the way the sun streamed into the room. She rolled over so she could face him. She reached up, brushing his hair from his eyes. He was so beautiful it made her chest ache. And the way he looked at her told her that he was in this for her and Henry. He wasn't going anywhere. She meant something to him. They meant something to him. "Shouldn't you be up with your crew?"
He rocked forward to press a kiss to her lips. "I got up before dawn and gave Smee some orders. He's watching over Henry, as well."
"You came back to bed?" Emma asked softly. "You could've woken me and-"
"You deserved to sleep, love." His grin was slightly smug, recalling how many times he had her tumbling over the edge, suffused in bliss. "Besides, I wanted to sleep more. I had an insatiable siren in my bed, you know. She kept waking me murmuring 'more' and I had no choice but to comply," he teased.
She arched a brow at him. "Is that a complaint, Captain? Or is it that you just can't keep up?"
He pressed his hips forward so she could feel his already half-hard cock pressing into her. "Up is never the problem with you around, lass," he reminded her, his blue eyes darkening as they brushed over her naked form.
"I should get up, though. I don't want Henry wreaking havoc aboard your ship." She felt a flash of guilt run through her. The last time she hadn't been up before Henry (or woken up by Henry) was nearly two years ago and she'd been so sick that the entire staff was worried she may not make it. Carlton had kept Henry company those days. He even took him into town to play with his kids since Baelfire had been out of town at the time. When he returned weeks later, he hadn't been concerned about Emma's illness or the fact that she was still weak.
"The lad is fine. The crew will look out for him," Killian assured her. "He'll probably wind up in the galley with Evan trying to wheedle more food from him. And he'll likely win."
Emma snorted. Henry was growing so fast now. He was starting to eat everything in sight. It made her wish for the days when he was little again. "Still, Killian, I'm sure we've lingered in bed long enough. We both have responsibilities." He grunted in protest of her words and her moving to sit up. "Come on, I'll make it worth your while tonight if you get up now, Captain."
He groaned as the sheet fell away from her body, pooling at her waist. "Bloody hell, but you are gorgeous, love," he murmured, sitting up as well to pull her into a kiss. His hand rose to tweak one of her nipples and she keened. "Are you sure," he tugged at the hardened peak and moved his lips to her ear, "you want to get up?"
She groaned, her back arching to push her breast into his hand. "Gods, Killian." His head dropped to suck her other nipple into his mouth and she felt her resolve to get dressed at that moment fall away. "Just don't stop."
He chuckled against her and she growled pushing him back and throwing her leg over his hips to straddle him. "Emma," he groaned as she ground her slickness down into him. "Fuck."
It was her turn to chuckle. "It's not nice to tease," she reminded him, sliding over him. She moaned when he bucked up into her. "Gods."
"Now who's teasing?" He muttered as she continued to rock above him. She looked like a goddess, her pale skin flushed with arousal, nipples slightly bruised from their amorous activities the night before and straining, her hair a wild mane tickling the tops of his thighs as she threw her head back. She was glorious.
"So close, feels so good," she murmured, moving faster along his length.
His hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing hard against it. "Come, Emma. Now," he commanded, his voice dark and low. He pinched her clit between this thumb and forefinger and her body catapulted forward as she fell headfirst into an orgasm, her walls clenching around nothing as she came. She pillowed her head against his chest, humming when his hand rose to gently stroke through her hair. "You okay there, love?" He was now hard and throbbing, aching to be in her, but not wanting to push her.
"I'm alright," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Not satisfied yet, though." She took another steadying breath before she pushed herself up. "Are you satisfied, Captain?" She teased.
He rocked up against her and she trembled with slight aftershocks from her previous orgasm. "Not even slightly, love. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you come undone?" His hands slid up her side, her stomach trembling in anticipation. She bit her lip at the sensation, there was just something so arousing about his hands on her body, she couldn't seem to get enough of it. She was greedy for it. "I want you to ride me, Emma," he murmured, tapping her ass lightly to coax her up. "I want to watch you again."
She nodded and rose up on her knees, taking him in hand and sinking down easily, still wet from her previous orgasm. She moaned loudly. "So good." She rocked against him, taking a moment to find a rhythm that kept them both satisfied.
"How does it feel?" He asked, thrusting up into her. "When I'm in you, tell me, princess, how does it feel?" She let out a moan as he hit that spot in her that shot a spike of pleasure through her body. When she didn't answer he lightly smacked her ass. "Tell me," he ordered.
She moaned as the sharp pain from the smack bloomed into pleasure, flooding her with warmth. She was flummoxed by her body's reaction to his smack, but didn't question, instead she just came down harder. "So good," she finally murmured. "So full, you feel so good inside of me." She moaned when he smacked her ass again. "Fuck, so good."
"The princess likes it?" Killian asked, his hand soothing the bite of the smack before coming down again. He watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "So wanton and greedy." He slid his hand between their bodies, finding in her clit. "Come again for me, Emma. I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me."
"Fuck!" Emma cried out. "Yes!" She swore she saw stars behind her eyes when she came hard, incoherent moans tumbling out of her mouth. She was barely aware of Killian thrusting up into her, finding his own release.
She slumped against his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart beneath her ear. "You still with me, love?" She hummed. "I'm sorry, I was too rough," he apologized.
Emma shifted slightly, dislodging him from her and she whined a little at the loss, as she adjusted her position so she could look up at him. "You weren't too rough, Killian. In fact, I liked it." He grinned up at her. "A princess by birth I may be, but I'm not a china doll. I'm not made of glass, I won't break," she assured him.
He stared down at her in awe. "You really are perfect," he murmured. "Wanton and insatiable and..." he hesitated.
Emma felt her stomach swoop. He was looking down at her like he wanted her to stay with him for forever. There was a possessive look in his eyes and in the curl of his hand on her hip. "Yours?" She whispered.
He shifted them slightly so they were both on their sides. "I would never want to presume, but Emma, bloody hell, I don't want to lose you or Henry."
She smiled at the inclusion of her son. Killian loved Henry as well and it made her heart swell with happiness. "We're not going anywhere, Killian," she promised. "We belong here, with you," she emphasized. "And I belong here." She motioned to the bed. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
"You're really going to stay with an old pirate? I can't offer you the life of the courts or even the life you had at your estate. It's a dangerous one, but filled with adventure and-"
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his to stop his rambling. "Killian, we're not going anywhere. We know what this life is like. Yes, it's dangerous and adventurous. Yes, it doesn't have the luxuries we had back there, but it has so much more. We're wanted here."
"You're more than wanted, love," he murmured softly. He hesitated for just a moment before saying, "I love you, Emma. I love you and Henry. I know it's only been a few weeks, but I love you."
She gave him a watery smile, a tear slipping down her cheek that he reached up to brush away. "I love you, too, Killian. We both do." She kissed him again, pouring every emotion she could into the kiss before tucking herself into his side. Killian held her close to him, marveling at how they happened upon one another and managed to find this. He'd do everything in power to hold onto both her and Henry. He never intended to let them go. He'd give his own life if he needed to in order to keep them safe.
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"You're telling me," Rumpelstiltskin began as he paced the throne room of George's palace, "that you lost them. My daughter-in-law and grandson. You lost them."
George attempted to keep his ramrod posture, knowing that no matter what he would not have any control over the situation. "His ship is far faster than any in our fleet. It's enchanted. There's little I can do about that," George reminded the Dark One.
"Yes, well, that may be, but I'm sure I'll be able to happen upon them." He let out a maniacal laugh. "And you better hope for your sake, dearie, that I do."
OUAT
Two Weeks Later
"We'll be fine, Killian. Go." Emma nudged the pirate away from her.
"I don't like the idea of leaving you alone and-" he began to protest.
"And I can't surprise you if you're there with me. Now," she crossed her arms, "Henry and I will be fine for an hour. Just go to the tavern. We'll meet you there," she assured him.
With a resigned sigh, he stepped into her space. "Fine." Kneeling down next to Henry, he said, "You watch out for your mum, alright?"
Henry nodded sternly. "Nothing will happen to them while I'm with her."
Ruffling the boy's hair, Killian nodded. "There's a good lad." He straightened. "You have your dagger?" He asked.
Leaning forward, Emma brushed her lips over Killian's. "I have been in a town by myself with Henry before," she reminded him. "We'll be just fine. Now, we're off. The sooner we go, the sooner we see you again."
Killian watched her go regretfully. Even though they were at a very safe port in a nice town far from her kingdoms and from the one they were last spotted in, he didn't like the idea of her being alone. She was a beautiful woman and no matter how nice the town, someone with less than good intentions may try to harm her. When she'd rounded the corner from the docks, heading towards the shops, he sighed. "Alright men, let's go find a bloody drink." Most had already headed into town to find a drink or a willing lass, but a few had stayed behind with Killian. The stubborn lass and lad had been insistent on finding something for his birthday when a crewmember let it slip that it was in just two days' time. And they didn't want anyone with them who could spoil their surprise. A small smile tugged on his lips. It had been ten years since someone thought his birthday was worth celebrating. He had to admit, it was a nice feeling. Almost as nice as waking up next to Emma every morning for the last two weeks. It was something he could get used to, falling asleep with Emma in his arms, waking up next to her, spending days with Henry teaching him of life on the open sea, spending nights in whispered conversation about their pasts between rounds of passionate love making with Emma. He never wanted to give it up.
Pushing the door to the tavern open, he was met with the rest of his crew. The loud cheer and pint of ale he was greeted with was a welcome distraction from knowing Emma was out and dawdling around town alone.
From across the tavern, Rumpelstiltskin watched as the pirate who supposedly had Emma and Henry drank and played dice with his crew and other patrons of the tavern. The captain kept a steady eye on the door, indicating that he was waiting on someone to arrive. The Dark One had a distinct feeling it was Emma and the boy. It was nearly an hour later when that was confirmed and the two entered, going straight to the table where Killian sat. Henry took up a post next to another member of the crew, listening intently to the rules of the game being played while Emma slid in next to the pirate, curling her lithe form around his. The Dark One growled when the pirate turned her head to plant a kiss on her lips.
Motioning to a barmaid he murmured, "Just before he leaves," he pointed to the pirate in black leather, "give him this." He snapped his fingers and a small scroll appeared. "Don't let the blond see it." He tossed a few coins to the woman before readjusting his hood and leaving the tavern unseen by the pirate crew.
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XOXO
MAS
