Emma had never been so frustrated in her life. It had been nearly three weeks and there hadn't been a peep from James. She and Killian were still not allowed to do much of anything. They were stuck in the safe house. Her parents had been allowed to call her only twice. It didn't feel like James was going to do anything. If he had acted by now, he probably wouldn't.
"Did you leave this in the sink?" Killian asked coming into the room with a plate from dinner the night before. It looked as if the food would now be permanently stuck to it. She cursed herself for forgetting about the dish. She and Killian had been cooped up together for to long. They were getting on each others nerves.
"Sorry." She said. "I'll be in to clean it up in a minute."
"Good." Killian stomped off frustration wafting off of him. He wanted to be able to run his club and do his own things. This confinement was killing him. The worst part was that they were under near constant surveillance only a few places were void of cameras. Even the bedroom where he and Emma slept had police cameras. Graham kept saying that it was for their own safety, but Killian was beginning to feel like a goldfish. One or two times he found himself questioning if any woman was worth this. He only had to lock eyes with Emma to know the answer was yes. He was completely lost in her. He realized he loved her more in just three weeks than he had ever loved anyone, Milah included. He found himself planning a future with Emma. Not just weeks, but years. He had visions of her starting her non-profit. He wanted to help her with it. She wanted to use it to get the justice he deserved. They often found themselves snuggled in the bed talking about their future. He still hadn't told her he loved her, but he was certain she already knew.
"Killian." He heard her voice say. She was scrubbing off the dish now and looking very frustrated. The gaps in her knowledge were some times frightening to him. She could handle herself better then just about anyone he knew in a fight. Yet, when it came to washing a simple dish, she was hopeless. Sometimes he resented how easy she'd had it. He remembered having to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor of a tiny single room flat in London. His mother tried to make it seem like fun. As a boy he had loved it. Now he realized that his mother couldn't afford to buy beds. Emma was from a totally different world. She had probably only has to snap her fingers to get what she desired. Her father wasn't just rich he was a billionaire. He sometimes wondered how he and Emma could bridge the gap. He had expected Emma Nolan to be spoiled and selfish. He had never imagined the kind and beautiful women he now knew.
"Killian." Emma said again snapping him out of his thoughts. "I'm asking you a question."
"Sorry Swan." He managed looking confused. "I was in my head."
"Graham wants to know if want him to bring us a Pizza." She said.
"Sure." He managed his stomach growled. "I'll eat whatever just no olives."
"So yes to the pizza and extra black olives." Emma teased into the phone. "No Graham seriously, whatever just no olives." He smiled at her. He caught her hand before she took off again. He pulled her into a deep kiss. He wanted to lock her away somewhere and just be with her. For two people who had spent every waking moment together for over three weeks they hadn't really been alone since that last night in his apartment. He missed that aspect of their relationship. He didn't want to give the entire Storybrooke PD a free show. The tension growing between him and Emma was going to snap soon. He needed James to make a move so that they could leave this hell for good.
"What are we watching tonight." Killian asked tentatively as he sat down on the couch putting Emma's feet in his lap. Graham would be back in a few hours. They still had the surveillance team but for a precious few moments they were on their own.
Before he could protest Emma touched his chest. She was running her hand through the chest hair that peaked out of the top of his shirt. It didn't take much for her to turn him on. It was like someone had struck him hard with a live electrical wire. He had never wanted anyone so badly. He pulled her closer kissing her. She let out a moan of pure want. He could barely restrain himself.
"Cameras." She said. But her voice was cut off by another moan as he kissed down the column of her throat. He smiled the mischievous idea he had was still swirling around in his head. She gave him a strange look.
"I've got it covered love." He explained. Pulled her into the bed room. He clicked off the brace for his metal prosthetic. Instead, he clicked on the older plastic one he had. Emma thought it looked more real but it couldn't do much. He grabbed the side lamp and pulled the plug from the wall. He made sure to have Emma stand in such a way that the camera could not see him. He took the two prong plug and placed it in the fake hand. Then, he shoved one prong into the ground and the other into one of the regular prongs. There was sound of sparks and then the pop of a breaker blowing. The lights went out. Emma smiled.
"That could have been really dangerous." She teased.
"the plastic stopped me from getting shocked. " He smiled. "As long the breaker is blown they won't see us in here. That was worth a slight shock. But we have to hurry, not sure how much time that will buy us" Killian said he pulled her into a desperate kiss. She kissed him back harder. Her legs went around his waist as they climbed the bed, kissing every inch of skin that they could find. Killian's teeth found Emma's neck he sucked so hard he was sure there would be marks. She begged for more.
"God I want you." She said she was rocking against him through his clothes. He looked down at her the need matched in his own eyes.
"whatever you want my love, I am yours." He said. She melted, once again knowing in her heart what she had known almost from the very first time she had met him. She completely loved this man. Her parents and her friends had always told her that when she found that person she would just know. She knew.
She ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying. He smiled at her, his body still on top of hers. He helped her pull her own shirt over her head. As soon as it was off, he used his single hand to unhook her bra as well. He stared at her now naked breasts in wonder for second before taking one nipple in his mouth and other in his hand. She moaned a sigh of per pleasure as he pinched and sucked. He moved down kissing down her to the waist of her pants. He wanted to go slowly and savor her, but she wouldn't let him. They didn't have time now. There would be other times for that later now he needed to simply take her. He struggled to unbuttoned her pants, it was hard one handed. She finally helped shimmying out her pants and underwear down at the same time.
"you still have too many clothes." She said her hand rubbing up and down him through his pants. He lifted himself up a bit letting her undo his fly. She tugged down freeing him. Her hand gripped around his length stroking him up and down. He moaned wanting every inch of this woman. She was his now and he didn't think he could leave her now even if she asked him too. He found her entrance with his fingers, dipping a finger in to feel that she was ready for him.
"Please Killian." She hissed already trying to thrust against his fingers. She was soaked.
"So wet for me love." He explained. Then he pulled his finger out. He licked it seductively loving the taste of her. She whimpered at the loss. But it was replaced by the belled head of him nudging at her entrance.
"Please Killian." She begged bucking her body up toward him.
"This will not be gentle Emma." He explained still rubbing up and down the opening.
"I don't want gentle." Emma reassured. He finally thrust down. Her body was ready for him, wet with need. He slid into her in one move burying himself completely inside of her. He loved feeling himself fit her as if she had been made for him. He had missed her body and he nearly lost all control. He tried to go slow pulling all the way out and sliding back in. His need was too great to keep the slow pace for long. Emma thrust up into him and The last of his control snapped. He began pounding into her, the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the room. Emma screamed. Raw passion consuming both of them "Fuck. More."
He pushed harder, so close to his release he couldn't stand it. He had to hold on for her. He propped himself up on his prosthesis as his good hand found her clit. He made slow but urgent circles around her bundle of nerves. Desperate for her to find release. He felt her body tensing.
"Please come for me love." He said the frantic pace of It was killing both of them. His words brought her over it only took one more hard thrust for him to spill inside her.
"God I love you." Emma said it was a throws of passion confession. She looked instantly alarmed. He pulled her against his chest. The words still sinking in. He was still inside her. He needed her know how he felt. In that moment though the secure phone line started ringing.
"Mr. Jones we have lost cameras in the bedroom area, we wanted to confirm that you and Ms. Nolan are okay." One of the police officers said.
"We are fine." Killian said. The officer sounded relieved. "We came into the bedroom a few minutes ago because we heard a sound. It was like a sizzle. I came in and tried to unplug on of the lamps and the breaker blew. I was checking to see if I could fix it when you called."
"I will send someone over to get to the breaker. In the mean time I need you and Ms. Nolan to move to an area where we can see you." Killian agreed and then hung up. He grabbed a new shirt. Emma had moved to the bathroom and was cleaning up. He smiled as she came back in she was dressed back in her clothes from earlier, and they moved back to the couch in the living area. The power was still on here. The second they finally sat down, Emma looked at him perplexed.
"I love you too." He whispered in her ear. Relief washed over her face as he said it. She leaned in and kissed him.
"I didn't mean to tell you like that." She explained. "It just sort of slipped out."
"It's okay." He smiled. "I have been trying to figure out exactly how to tell you for a while. I'm just glad it's finally out there."
"Me too." Emma smiled.
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It took 20 minutes for Graham to show up. He had the pizza, but his face was full of panic. He had clearly been told about the electrical issue. Killian was trying not to laugh as Graham reset the breaker and tried to figure out what had shorted it. After a few minutes he looked at them suspiciously.
"Malicious damage of a safe house is a criminal offense." He teased them.
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Killian said back.
"just be glad it's me and not one of the other officers. They might not have been as understanding." -he winked. "the breaker is back on, I trust it will stay that way."
"yes." Emma said. Killian was sorry that the trick was a one time deal, but he couldn't regret it. Emma loved him. That was all that really mattered.
-/-
Neal walked hesitantly into the station. His father would be very angry with him if he knew what all of this was about. The situation had gotten out of hand. He needed to stop James. The threatening calls had stopped. But only a few days before. He was certain James wouldn't give up until he found Emma. No one would tell him where Emma was and that bothered him. Neal still loved her, he needed to know that she was okay. He had never wanted her to get hurt. He had just wanted her back.
"I need to make a statement." He said as he reached the reception desk. His heart nearly stopped as he saw his father talking to an older detective.
"No he does not." Gold said his eyes were filled with rage.
"Dad please." Neal begged.
"Can we borrow your office for a few moments Sheriff Carter?" Gold said. Carter nodded and they stepped inside.
"I need to help them dad. I need them to find James. If I can do that should." He explained.
"Sometimes there is too much of your mother in you." He said. "I told you, my people will fix the mess you have made. I have invested to much into your future for you to go to jail because you wanted to rescue your girlfriend. Now go home and be patient."
"no." Neal tried.
"I said go home." Gold managed. Neal stared at his father, wanting to keep fighting but he was too afraid.
"fine." He explained. "But if James isn't in police custody in another week, I'm coming back."
"That won't be a problem." He promised. Neal left the station guilt still inside of him.
The moment Neal was gone Carter walked back into the room. Gold seemed angry.
"I've got the number you gave me. I intend to get my payment before I tip off James." He explained.
"You will get it." Gold barked dangerously. "just call the number. You know your part in all of this."
"You really want the Nolan girl dead?" Carter asked. "Your son cares for her."
"He will get over her. I don't care if she lives or dies, only that it seems like Jones did the tip off. I want Jones to pay for coveting what is mine, and for trying again to hurt my son. I have had enough of that worm. Once this is over you can help create the evidence we need to prove Jones is responsible. I will finish what I started 12 years ago."
"understood." Carter said. He was always a loyal servant. "When do want it to go down?"
"As soon as you can manage. My son won't hold off much longer." He admitted.
"I can make it happen tomorrow." Carter said.
"Sounds divine." Gold explained. At that he exited the office a spring in his step.