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AN: Once again, a big thank you toGranddaughterOfCaskettAndTivia for being an awesome beta! You're amazing! ~ XOXO MAS


Chapter Eight

Emma wrapped her arms around herself tightly and studied her fiance. His face was drawn, his lips were pursed, his brow furrowed, and for the life of her, she didn't know what to do. A fairytale character killed his fairytale character wife, who happened to be Emma's fairytale character fiance's girlfriend. Or something to that effect. She was at a total and complete loss, so she asked the obvious, "Are you okay, Killian?"

He grunted and dropped his bag to the floor, stripping out of his jacket and rolling up his sleeves to start jerking at the leather straps that held his prosthetic hand in place. "Fine," he muttered. She sighed, he was most certainly not fine.

She moved swiftly to his side to help him. "Let me," she murmured, her fingers softly skimming the back of his hand in an attempt to soothe him.

It didn't work, he just scowled before snapping, "I've got it, Swan."

Her eyes shot up to his. The blue was so dark. She hadn't seen them this dark from anything other than lust for her and her body in years. He seemed to put Milah behind him long ago, and he'd also reconciled with what Neal did to her, allowing them to finally bury all of their demons and just be together. Until now. And apart of her (a rather large part), felt like it was her fault because she was the one who wanted to stay and if they hadn't stayed, they wouldn't have run into him and she and Killian would already be naked, moaning from the intense pleasure they could bring each other. "Killian," she whispered his name slowly, softly. "Let me," she repeated. His hand dropped to his side and he let out a deep sigh. She carefully unhooked each buckle until she could pull the contraption off. She set it on the dresser, her fingers gently massaging his stump. "That was him, wasn't it? Milah's husband?" She asked quietly, already well aware of the answer. She could read him like an open book, just as he could her. "He really is here and alive." Killian didn't reply. "It's okay if it still hurts, Killian." She kept her gaze firmly on his arm, her fingers applying enough pressure to get the blood really flowing again. "It's okay to still hurt, and it's okay to still love her. You should always love her. I'm sure she loved you. I can't fathom that there is a way to know you and not love you," she admitted.

He sighed and wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into him. She could feel him wrestling with his inner demons before he finally brushed his lips over her cheek. "I love you, Emma."

She rested her head against his shoulder. "I know that, but that doesn't mean that it can't hurt or that you can't love her, too." She pressed a kiss to his neck, taking a deep breath to inhale his scent. "If I saw Neal..." her eyes glossed over. "It would hurt like hell, but I'm sure there would be something for me to sort out."

He let out a growl. "If I didn't kill the wanker first. That would make it fairly easy for you to sort."

She chuckled at that. "And I appreciate that." Her hands smoothed over his chest, her fingers itching to get rid of his shirt so she could feel him. "Come on, pirate. Let's get ready for bed." She pulled out of his grasp, sucking in a breath as he spun her back into his chest.

"I do believe, milady," his mouth moved to her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "We have some celebrating to do."

Her back arched as she pushed herself closer to him/ "I suppose we do. After all, I'm going to be Mrs. Jones soon."

His mouth moved down her neck so he could nose at the top of her sweater. "How soon would you like to be Mrs. Jones?" He questioned.

She let out a breathy moan of his name as his teeth forced the sweater and bra cup down, "Don't ruin the clothes. Only ones I have," she reminded him. When his teeth latched onto a nipple, she keened and let out a moan.

"How soon?" He asked again.

His scruff scraped over the swell of her breast and she breathed out, "As soon as possible."

His head rose and he ripped her sweater and tank top off, his hand reaching around to unclasp her bra, "Do you honestly mean that, Emma? You'll really marry me?"

"And you call me a silly and infuriating woman." Her nimble fingers flew over the buttons of his Henley until his chest was exposed to her. Running her fingers over his abs, she let her fingernails lightly scrape through his chest hair. "It takes a little bit of time here. We have to get a marriage certificate first." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Tomorrow, while Henry's in school we'll see if they can do that here. I'm sure there's a priest or a justice of the peace or someone who can oversee a marriage."

He raised his hands to cup her face. "You're sure, Swan?"

"If you're asking me if I want a big wedding in a poofy white dress, the answer is no. I just want you, Killian."

He dropped his forehead down to hers. "I like the sound of that. Perhaps we can find you a white dress, though," he hummed. "The thought of ripping it off you is quite enticing," he admitted.

"With the hook?" She asked, arching a brow.

He growled and scooped her up, depositing her on the bed with a soft thump. "You are a wanton, dirty thing." He crawled up after her and she once again felt like the prey he was hunting down. She loved it. "You love it when the Captain comes out to play."

She arched as he palmed her breast. "Mhm," she agreed. I do. And I'm all yours," she murmured.

His hand ghosted across her stomach. "All mine," he whispered, a bit of awe in his voice. "Love you, darling."

Emma opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows so she could catch his gaze. "Love you, too," she murmured, reaching out to pull his head to her.

OUAT

Emma woke the next morning with Killian curled around her. Her fingers danced up his arm and he shifted against her. She thought he was still asleep until she felt a few kisses peppered to the back of her neck. "Morning, beautiful," he whispered.

She turned over, wrapping her body around his. She loved the way they slept together, how it was impossible to tell where one person began and the other one ended. She hummed. "Guess what?"

He pressed a kiss to her lips lightly before asking, "What?"

Her hands ran over every inch of bare skin she could reach. "We're getting married."

He grinned and rolled them over so he could hover above her. "We're getting married, Mrs. Jones." A banging at the door stopped what would've been a very pleasurable morning. "Bloody hell." The banging continued as he stood, reaching for his jeans to yank on. "I'm coming, hold your bloody horses," he called out, snapping them closed with one hand while Emma yanked the covers up to her chest. He threw the door open and scowled. "What?"

The door swung open and Regina pushed past him. "Where is my son?" She snapped.

Emma and Killian both stared at her. "What are you talking about?" Killian asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Where is my son? Henry's missing. Again," she screeched.

Emma straightened. "Henry's missing?" She asked, gathering the sheet more firmly around her.

It was then that Regina took in the scene around her. "Well, I certainly hope he's not here if this is what you are doing with your morning." She motioned between Emma and Killian.

Killian waved his hand. "We're celebrating." Regina just arched her brow, waiting impatiently for him to elaborate. "We're getting married."

Regina just snorted at that. "Where is my son?" She repeated.

Emma's eyes narrowed. "We haven't seen Henry since we dropped him off at home last night. This is twice within a few days that he's gotten away from you," she accused. "What the hell is wrong with you, lady?" She snapped.

Regina took a step forward. "Now listen here-" she began, but Killian sidestepped in front of her.

"Look, Mayor Mills, Swan and I find people for a living. How about you let us find Henry and bring him home," he suggested lightly.

Regina scowled. "I will meet you downstairs in five minutes." She spun and slammed the door behind her.

"Killian, I'm going to kill her." Emma stood up, the sheet dropping as she made a move towards the door.

"Okay, first of all, Swan, she's the mayor of this town, probably not a good idea. Second of all, you're very much naked. And while I enjoy the view, I'm the only one allowed to," he reminded her. "The entire bloody town doesn't need a show. Let's just get dressed and go find the lad."

Emma was still seething when she reached the lobby. Regina had the sheriff there. Without waiting for formal welcomes, Emma snapped. "Does he have a computer? Or access to one?"

"Yes, Ms. Swan, he does," Regina replied coolly.

"We'll need to see that." Killian latched onto Emma's arm. "Engaging her will not help the lad if he's in trouble," he reminded her lightly.

"I still want to kill her," Emma muttered.

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"Look, Swan, he cleared his browser history," Killian pointed out. He'd taken quite well to new technology over the past few years. It made Emma oftentimes forget he was not from this time period or realm.

"He's a smart kid," Emma murmured. "But I happen to have this." She held up the thumb drive connected to her key ring.

Graham was sitting on Emma's other side, hovering lightly. "I'm a little bit more old-fashioned, pounding the pavement and such."

Killian replied quickly, "You get a salary, we get paid on commission."

Emma nudged his ribs. "Back off," she whispered.

Killian just straightened, resting his hands on Emma's shoulders, almost as if he were marking his territory. It made Emma want to snort, but she'd done the same thing to the waitress in leather the day before. "Find anything, Swan?"

"Who's Your Momma?" She shook her head before whistling. "This site is expensive. Does he have a credit card?"

Regina snorted. "Please, he's ten!"

Emma clicked a few more things before she asked. "Who is Mary Margaret Blanchard?"

Killian was the one to answer. "Like his teacher Ms. Blanchard?"

"She would be the one." Regina turned to storm out, Graham following her dutifully.

Emma's eyes were transfixed on the computer. "Killian, am I about to-"

"Meet your mother?" He finished. "Aye, darling, I believe so, but if you don't-"

"We need to find Henry. I need to make sure he's okay." Emma straightened and tucked the desk chair in so she could follow Graham and Regina to the school.

OUAT

Emma and Killian sat across from the young school teacher after Regina had stormed off, with Graham following her. Killian let the two women introduce themselves while he picked up the books the mayor had made sure to knock down on her way out. He kept his distance, watching as Mary Margaret leaned over to rest her hand on Emma's, "He's okay, you know, just a little lost right now. He needed hope."

Emma smiled softly at her. "You gave that to him, so thank you."

"I understand why you gave him up, he was struggling with that, but he's really okay," the teacher promised her.

"I just wanted to give him his best shot." Emma swiped at a tear.

Mary Margaret nodded. "And you did. Regina is just a bit..." she hesitated. "Overbearing at times. She does mean well, though, and she loves Henry very much."

"I can't leave until I know he's safe," Emma told the woman.

"Well, then, I suggest you check his castle." She paused. "I don't think the mayor knows about it." She winked.

A smile stretched across Emma's face. "Thank you, Mary Margaret."

The young woman stood. "Congratulations, by the way, on the engagement." She motioned to Emma's left hand.

Emma held it out. "Thank you. It was Killian's mother's."

Mary Margaret gently took her hand. "It's beautiful," she sighed. "You two make a lovely couple."

Killian's arm snaked around her waist. "Thank you, lass." He glanced down at Emma. "Now, let's go get our lad." Emma beamed at him and nodded, offering up one last thank you to Mary Margaret before she left.

When they were out the door, she sighed. "I met my mother."

Killian pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "That you did. And one day soon, we'll be able to make her remember you."

OUAT

XOXO

MAS