Hey everyone! Just FYI, it is still me...I just changed my name again. It felt like time to switch things up, so I did!

Ok, so just like the last chapter, I actually had a prompt for this one!

A scenario where Emma asks Killian to tell her a story about is pirating days, and he starts telling about how before he was known as Captain Hook, people knew him at "The Dread Pirate Jones," and that Emma is like "Are you kidding me?" and he is dead serious. And then Emma thinks back to all the times Killian said "As You Wish."

I'm warning you now...this gets SUPER SUPER Fluffy. Like a lot. But I kind of like it. Anything in Italics is a flashback, and the rest of the story takes place later on, after they defeat the Wicked Witch and Emma and Killian have been dating for some time. It's pretty self explanatory.

Disclaimer: If I owned Once Upon a Time, THIS stuff would be in an episode, because it's just so absolutely adorable.

Enjoy, and remember! I love reviews and always try to respond to them all!

"Killian? Tell me a story."

They were laying on the deck of the Jolly Roger, which rocked with the flow of the waves. His arm was wrapped around her, holding her close, and Emma's head was resting on his shoulder. It had become a regular thing for them, to lay on the deck after their date, just looking at the stars and talking. They trusted each other, and just as Emma would tell Hook stories she had never told anyone, not even Neal, he would tell her tales of his times on the sea, the 300 years of pirating, and secrets that Milah hadn't even known.

"What sort of story?" he returned, pressing a kiss to her head as she snuggled closer.

"I don't know. Something about when you were a pirate. I always love those."

"Well," Killian began, "you've already heard the stories about how I became a pirate, so I suppose we could start there. Back before I met Milah, I traveled throughout much of the Enchanted Forest. We would steal money and food and alcohol when we were running low."

She turned to look up at him, "and no one stopped you?"

He laughed, "No, I suppose they didn't. Doesn't mean I wasn't wanted throughout the realm, of course, but no one dared face me. I was one of the most feared pirates, even before I met Milah. And once I had the Hook, goodness, that did it."

"Did you have a fearsome name or something?" Emma asked.

"They used to call me The Dread Pirate Jones actually" he said with a small smile. "You'd hear it in the taverns and…Emma, what in the world are you laughing at?" Emma couldn't restrain herself. She rolled away from him, laughing, her arm wrapped around her stomach as she tried to stop.

"Emma? Emma?" he asked again, concern suddenly written on his face as he sat up and watched her roll around. "EMMA!"

"I'm...I'm sorry...it's just" she attempted to respond in between fits of laughter. "They really called you the Dread Pirate Jones?"

"Yes. What about it? What's so funny?"

Finally, Emma was able to take a deep breath, "Ok, you remember that movie I was telling you about?"

"Which one? Considering they are still somewhat confusing to me, and you and Henry have me watching them left and right, I honestly get lost."

She smiled at her pirate and the slightly frustrated look on his face. He was adorable when he couldn't figure out the features of the twenty first century. "The Princess Bride. I told you we have to watch it, remember?"

"Mom, can we watch a movie tonight?" Henry asked, jumping up and down after throwing his backpack on the dining chair as he rushed through the door. "I already finished all of my homework, and I know Killian is coming and I thought that maybe we could have dinner and…" he continued, speaking a mile a minute.

"Woah woah, nice to see you too kid. Now slow down" Emma said, walking over to her son.

"I thought that since Killian was coming over tonight that we could watch a movie?"

"Now lad" Killian said, walking out of the living room and over to the two of them, "you know how much I despise those movie things."

Henry openly laughed and Emma held back her own, "That's just because you've only seen one movie, and that was Peter Pan. I think we can all agree that that depiction is a bit off."

"A bit?" the pirate asked with a shocked look on his face. "You wound me. I think it was more than a bit."

"Fine fine, it was way off. Now, back to my question" Henry said, looking up at Emma, "can we watch a movie?"

"I suppose so, since you finished your work. Which one should we show Killian? I was thinking The Princess Bride."

"No mom! We watch that all the time! Let's watch Pirates of the Caribbean!"

Killian groaned, "Is this depiction of pirates as far off as in Peter Pan's film? Because if it is I'm not sure I'll enjoy it."

"You can be the one who determines that" Emma said as Henry rushed into the living room to set up the first film. "But we will watch The Princess Bride. I have a feeling that you'll enjoy that one."

"As you wish."

"Ah, I do believe I remember you mentioning that one. Something about it being your favorite."

"Precisely" she returned with a smile before leaning in to give him a kiss. "It's honestly almost like our movie."

He pulled away from her with another look on his face, this one of confusion, his eyebrow raising up in question, "our movie?"

"Well you see, there's all these little things in it that have connections to us."

"Such as what?" He rested against the deck once more, Emma on her stomach next to him.

She pulled up her sleeve and moved the shoelace she always wore in memory of Graham and held her arm out in front of him, pointing at the tattoo on her wrist. "This," she continued, tapping the ink, "is a buttercup. The name of the princess in the movie is named Buttercup. It's my favorite flower."

Valentine's Day. It used to be Emma's least favorite day of the year. Why celebrate a day about love when you were always alone? In her year with Henry they had a little celebration of their own, watching cheesy movies on tv and eating chocolate ice cream. But since regaining her memories, she had a distaste for the holiday once again, despite the fact that she was not alone at all this time.

Plus it was kind of hard to live up to your parents when they are basically the perfect example of true love.

It wasn't that Killian wasn't romantic. He was, in as many ways as one could probably be. There were plenty of nights when she would come home from a long day at work to find dinner ready on a candlelit table and Killian sitting there waiting for her. Or the times when he would surprise her and take her out sailing for the day, just the two of them.

Still, sitting in her parent's kitchen listening to Mary Margaret rattle off the plans she had with Charming for Valentine's day made Emma wish that Killian knew a bit more about the traditions of her world. Christmas had been hilarious with her pirate, as he tried to figure out the rules of gift giving and delighted in the traditions of mistletoe.

So when Mary Margaret mentioned that Charming used to bring her her favorite flowers everyday for the week leading up to Valentine's Day, Killian, who was sitting next to her on a stool, finishing off the sandwiches they had been eating, rose a questioning eyebrow.

"Every day?"

"Oh yeah, every single day!" Mary Margaret gushed.

Emma laughed and nudged Killian in the arm, "Maybe you should take a tip from my father. You never get me flowers."

Mary Margaret looked shocked, but Emma was only joking. She didn't need flowers to be happy. She had her priate.

But, as usual, Killian responded with three words, "As you wish."

The next day a beautiful arrangement of flowers, every single one of them buttercups, was sitting on her bedside table.

"Alright, that's one reference. What else have you got?"

Emma pulled her sleeve back down. "Well, the main character, Westley, has this one line, 'Hear this now, I will always come for you.' It sounds a lot like me parents" she said with a laugh, "but you do always come for me. You always find me."

Killian smiled, "That I do love. Every time. Even when we're separated by realms."

"Or by people" she continued.

"Specifically your father?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow once again.

That caused her to giggle, "especially my father. But that didn't stop you, now did it?"

"Not one bit. I told you that a day wouldn't go by that I didn't think of you! And I am a man of my word."

"Did I ever tell you about when we were in the Enchanted Forest?"

"Mom, that's just about every single day with you" Emma returned to her mother, helping to wash the dishes from their family dinner.

Mary Margaret smiled when Emma called her mom and then continued, "No, I mean when you were here, in New York, with Henry, and we were there, facing the Wicked Witch and trying to figure out a way to get back to you."

"No. I guess you haven't."

"Well I figured that you should know that Hook never gave up. He was endless in his want to get back to you."

"He did say he would think of me every day" Emma laughed, drying another dish.

"And I can attest to the fact that he did. He would ask all the time about whether or not we had come up with a way to find you. And when we finally did, he was the first to grab a horse and prepare to leave."

"Really?"

Her mother smiled, "Yeah. But there was this one time. I found him standing on the balcony talking to himself, and when I reached the door, he looked at me with this terrible look in his eyes. He was completely broken."

Emma was shocked. Killian? Broken? "And what happened?"

"He tried to cover it up, for one, being the pirate he is, but I knew what he was going through. I've experienced it. And you know what he said to me?"

"What?"

"He asked me if you would wish for him to find you. If going after you was the right thing to do when you were happy with Henry. And when I asked how he could think that he said that his only concern in the world was that you were happy. If that meant being with Neal, then so be it. If it meant leaving you in New York and never seeing you again, he would just have to live with it and tell himself you were happy. He would do anything you wish for Emma, and if that's not love, I don't know what is."

"You don't have to tell me twice" Emma replied, but she knew that even in the conversation with her mother, when they were in different realms, he still was saying "As You Wish."

"Speaking of being a man of your word" she continued. "The main character has a few more lines, like 'We are men of action, lies do not become us.' Sounds a lot like a man unwilling to fight for what he wants," imitating his accent, "deserves what he gets."

"That's a true statement you know. We were just discussing about how I had to face your father for you, and he put up quite a fight. And Henry, that kid knows his way around a sword."

"Henry fought you for me?" Emma asked, shocked.

Killian laughed, "it was all in good fun. We had a nice talk though, only we were sword fighting at the same time."

"You were WHAT?"

He sat up once again and grabbed her shoulders, "It was fine! It wasn't like we were using real swords, just the ones that your father bought him back when we were in the Enchanted Forest. Back when I met you."

She sighed, "And no one got hurt?"

"Not one scratch."

"And you're not going to fight with real swords?"

"No, we won't" he responded, and she finally calmed, but he added a "not yet at least" to the end of his sentence that caused her to give him another glare before settling back into his embrace.

"So, Killian?" Henry asked, jumping onto the stool next to him at the counter of Granny's. Emma was on the pirate's other side, eating her breakfast before her morning walk with Henry to school.

"Yes lad?" he returned, taking a bite of his pancakes.

"Do you think that you could take me sailing sometime? My dad taught me the basics on the way back from New York the first time, but I figured that it's your ship and you'd be able to teach me way more about being a sailor."

"You want to be a sailor?" Killian asked, and Emma almost choked on her food.

Henry smiled, taking a sip of the hot cocoa Ruby had just placed in front of him. "I don't know. Maybe? Either way it sounds fun."

They finished their meal together, laughing here and there, until they were finished and Henry bounded to the door ready for his walk to school. But before she left, Emma stopped and whispered in Killian's ear, "You can take him sailing, but you are not allowed to turn him into a pirate."

"Evidence suggests you adore pirates Love" he smirked.

"No swordfighting" Emma said finally before heading towards the door, but not before she heard his response.

"As You Wish."

"Since you haven't killed my father or my son, I suppose I can tell you the next reference."

"And that would be what Love?"

Emma found herself looking at him with a smile, "In the movie they say that since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."

"Now that does sound like us!" he laughed before kissing her soundly.

She pulled back and settled her head on his chest again, "You've got too big of an ego for your own good."

"Doesn't matter. You still love it when I kiss you" Killian finished with another smirk.

"Killian!" she shrieked, running down the hallway of her parent's house. They had been helping them move in all morning, and for the last few minutes they had hidden themselves in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Of course, it had only taken him seconds to have her pressed up against the door frame as he kissed her like there would be no tomorrow, but she had managed to escape his grasp playfully, and hurried back into the hallway.

"Swan! Come back here!" he called after her, slipping a bit with his socks on the hardwood floor as he rounded the corner, but she caught him before he could fall and pulled him into another searing kiss. When she pulled away he noticed the playful look in her eyes as she said "catch me if you can" and before he could grab her again she was out of his reach, running down hallway once again.

"As you wish Emma, and don't worry. I fully intend on catching you."

"That makes four connections now. Anything else?" he asked as he placed a kiss on her hairline.

"Well, it seems that my world has gotten a few other things incorrect when it comes to pirates."

Killian rolled his eyes and groaned, "bloody hell. This realm has the strangest stories, and none of them are true! What did they get wrong this time?"

"You mentioned just now that they called you The Dread Pirate Jones, right?"

"Aye."

"Well in the movie, Westley, the main character I was talking about, he's called The Dread Pirate Roberts" she answered, biting her lip and hoping he wouldn't freak out the same way he had when they watched Peter Pan for the first time.

Much to her surprise, he only sighed, "You know, I'm never going to get used to your realm and its inaccurate portrayals of me."

"Just as I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that my parents are Snow White and Prince Charming and I'm dating Captain Hook."

Emma plopped down into the booth at Granny's, tired after a long day of working. At the moment, all she felt like doing was finding Hook and asking for some of the rum he always seemed to have on him.

And as fate would have it, luck was with her, because a moment later the bell on the door rang and the pirate himself walked through, still dressed in his leather. He saw Emma and smiled before moving to take the booth seat across from her.

"Emma" he said simply. "You look like you could use a drink, and sadly, as wonderful as Granny is, she does not serve rum." He pulled out his flask and held it out to her.

"You really do just carry this all the time, don't you?"

"Aye, I do. It's enchanted, so it will never run out."

Emma laughed, taking a drink from the bottle, "You would have an enchanted flask that never runs out of rum. Leave it to a pirate."

"I'll take that as a compliment" Hook responded with a wink.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Ruby appeared, her gaze burning into Emma, making her suddenly very aware of the fact that she was sitting alone, with Hook, at dinner. She quickly ordered them some food and told Ruby to bring them some hot chocolate with cinnamon as well before turning back to Hook.

"So. What have you been up to recently?"

"The usual. Cleaning and fixing up the Jolly, exploring the town. All of those wonderful things. You?"

Emma laughed, "Well, I am the sheriff, so that means I spend most of my time at the station. In fact, tonight's the first night I've had off in weeks, due to the fact that my parents are on vacation time."

"Well if you ever need help, I gladly offer my assistance." Just then, Ruby returned with their hot chocolate, and after Emma attempted to teach Hook how it was made, Ruby returned again with their food. That just set off another round of a confused pirate and a laughing Emma as he constantly questioned her about what a hamburger was and why you would put mashed tomatoes with sugar on it.

By the end of the meal, Emma felt a million times better than when she had first walked into the diner, and found herself not wanting to leave. Conversation between them had grown quiet, the plates cleared and the mugs drained. "I suppose I should get going" Emma told him, standing and pulling on her coat.

"It is getting rather late."

"Hey," she started, putting her hand on his arm as he stood. "Thanks for eating with me. It was nice."

Hook smiled, "Aye. That it was."

"That's why I'm wondering if maybe you'd like to do it again sometime? Maybe at my house and we could make dinner and I could teach you about kitchen appliances."

He laughed, "As You Wish Emma."

"You know you love it" he said quickly, rolling her onto her back and settling himself on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her, her hands running up his chest and one weaving into his hair while the other wrapped around under his arm and onto the plane of his back.

"That I do" she responded after they pulled away, still hovering so close to one another that their breath mingled in the chilly air.

"Are there any other references to our relationship in this film?" he asked as he tilted his head and lined up for another kiss.

"Just one. You say as you wish all the time."

"And how does this relate to the movie?"

"Westley says it to" she explained before pecking him on the lips quickly. "And you know what it means when he says it?"

"I do not."

Emma smiled, her eyes meeting his, "Whenever he says 'as you wish' what he really means is 'I Love You.'"

"Is that so?"

She nodded simply, "Now are you going to kiss me or what?"

And he only had one response before kissing her again. "As you wish."