Author's note: This is up much quicker than normal because I have been iced in. So no work! Yay! There's only four chapters after this, as of right now. A bit of a warning: this chapter includes anal sex so if that makes up uncomfortable, then just skip that part. Otherwise, enjoy! EDIT: Thanks to Once Upon a Whim for correcting some of my geology. Hopefully, I've made it generic enough, since I'm a historian and not a geologist.

Disclaimer: Nein.

Chapter 10

"Your sideburn is crooked," Emma said from her spot perched on his vanity.

Killian narrowed his eyes, scanning his reflection in the mirror. "No. It's not."

Emma put down her hairbrush and gently cradled his chin, angling his head. "Yeah, it is. Want me to fix it?"

"Love, I've been shaving since I was a lad of thirteen. I can do my own bloody sideburns." He didn't want to admit she was right. It was a tad crooked. But how was he supposed to bloody concentrate when she sat next to him in little more than her underthings? All that bare skin was distracting, his fingers itched to touch her.

But he was going to have to be good today. And tomorrow. And the day after that. At least while they were around other people.

Who's bloody idea was this trip anyway? Five days off in a row (special thanks to Robin for hiring a couple of part timers to take up the slack) and they weren't spending it in his bed.

Bloody waste if you asked him.

He picked up his razor and tackled the sideburn again, straightening it. "Better?"

"Was that so hard?"

"No, but something else is."

"We have to be at the docks in fifteen minutes."

"You're no fun."

Emma hopped off the sink; he tried very hard to ignore the way her breasts bounced. She leaned up on her toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I got us a room away from the others," she said, resting her hand on his heart. "You can ravish me all you want when we're alone."

He hummed, kissing her again, more insistently. God, he loved her. "Reading my mind again, darling?"

"Hey, you're not the only who...wants," she reminded him. "But we should probably hang out with other people sometimes."

He sighed heavily, as if it were a great burden. "As you wish."

She smiled at him, reaching up to play with his hair. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Christ, he was helpless against her. He'd give her the bloody moon if she asked for it. "You best get dressed then. Or we'll be late."

Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot. Emma hopped down from the Jeep, hurrying back to open the trunk. Killian checked to make sure the top was secure before joining her. He lifted the cooler down then hoisted his duffle over his shoulder. "See, we're not late," he informed her smugly as they trooped back to the Jolly. "Will's never on time."

His face fell a bit when they spotted Elsa waiting by the Jolly's berth. "You were saying?" Emma teased, elbowing him lightly.

"It's your fault, sweetheart."

"My fault? How do you figure?"

He caught her wrist, dragging her flush against his chest and kissing her soundly. "Because you're all I can bloody think about since I met you."

Emma blushed; it amazed him that she could still do that. That she was still a little embarrassed at his devotion to her. "Easy, tiger," she said with a smile. "We've got company now."

"So?"

"So ya should keep the ruddy PDA to a minimum, mate," Will said loudly, clomping down the dock toward them. "I didn't me sick bag."

"Sod off, Scarlet." Killian threw his friend a look, then wrapped his arm around Emma's waist pointedly. Besides, if he was right about Will and Elsa, then Will was being a hypocrite. Elsa, for her part, just looked happy for them, smiling knowingly when they finally joined her by his boat. Killian knew he liked her for a reason.

"Sorry we're late," Emma apologized. "We got a bit hung up."

"I've only been here a few minutes," Elsa said, hugging her friend. "Hi, Killian. Will."

Killian nodded hello, dragging Will off to help him load the Jolly, giving the ladies a few minutes alone. As much as Killian enjoyed having Emma all to himself, he knew Elsa's friendship was important. And he still owed the lass. Big time. She got him a second chance with Emma when he'd utterly fucked up. He couldn't thank her enough for that.

"Ya gonna be like this the whole time?" Will groused, shoving a small suitcase into Killian's hands. "I swear yer worse than a moon eyed virgin."

"I bloody well am not!"

"Ya keep telling yerself that, Jones. That lass has ya wrapped around her little finger. Sad, really."

Killian stowed the heavy cooler below. "Is being happy a crime now?"

"It is when you've lost yer balls in the process."

Killian's hand twitched; he had to fight the urge to knock Will on his ass. "You want to be bitter and alone forever, be my guest," he snapped. "But I love her. And she loves me. So either learn to deal with it or get the bloody hell off my ship."

"Everything okay down here?" Elsa said, poking her head through the hatch.

Killian was surprised when Will actually looked chagrined. I knew it, Killian thought. But Will was so caught up in his own past and the pain that went with it that he didn't know how to process. Somehow the gentle Elsa had gotten under his skin; Killian would bet the Jolly on it. He just hoped his friend figured it out before he drove the poor lass away.

"Just fine," Killian informed her. "I think we've got everything stowed."

"Well, Robin and Roland are here. They're asking for you."

"I'll be there in a minute." Elsa ducked back out. Killian turned to Will. "Just try and be civil," he said to his friend. "If not for me, then for her." He didn't elaborate; he knew from the look on Will's face that his friend understood. Will nodded once. Killian turned and headed up the ladder, nearly getting knocked back again when Roland leaped at him.

"Uncle Killian!" Killian barked out a laugh, pitching forward to regain his balance. He lifted the boy up, swinging him up onto his shoulders.

"Roland!" Robin hissed. "What did we say this morning about running on Killian's boat?"

"But Papa..."

Killian spun the lad around once more, then put him down. "It's okay, Roland. But once we shove off, you listen to your papa, okay? And don't get too close to the rail. Can you do that?"

"Yes!"

"There's a good lad." He gave Roland a gentle push, sending the boy in Emma's general direction. She rolled her eyes good naturedly at him before taking Roland's hand to get him a vest. Killian stood and shook Robin's hand. "Morning, Robin."

Robin nodded. "He's been up half the night," he said apologetically. "Tried everything to get him to sleep, but it was hopeless."

"He'll drop right off once we're out to sea. You'll see."

"Thanks for inviting us, Killian. It's good to get away for a few days."

"The Queen keeping you busy?" Killian asked, tongue planted firmly in his cheek. If Killian was head over heels, then Robin definitely was. How else could anyone stand to be around Regina for more than a few minutes at a time?

Robin actually blushed. "I thought we were keeping that a secret?"

"We are. But I just assumed you'd rather spend the holiday with her."

"I was. But someone's girlfriend brought her an offer she couldn't refuse."

Killian shrugged. "Nothing personal, mate."

"No, I think it's great actually. You know this means more work for us, right?"

"Aye. But it's important to her."

"And to you."

"If it means we won't have to sneak around anymore, then yes." That was one of the things that bothered him the most. Emma couldn't come visit him at work. He couldn't visit her. If they went out, they usually went to the next town over where no one knew them. He and his friends had to watch what they said at work. It did add a certain thrill to their relationship, but at the end of the day Killian just wanted to be with her out in the open.

It was part of the reason they were taking this trip in the first place. The Crocodile had its own Independence Day celebration, fireworks, etc. They couldn't go to that, obviously. So Emma suggested they travel to one of the other islands, invite their friends. She and Elsa usually went to the New York fireworks; he didn't want her to miss out on the holiday just because she wasn't at home.

Killian didn't care one way or the other. He just wanted to spend time with her. They'd spent precious little time together since the contracts were signed a week ago. Emma had thrown herself into work; while he admired her determination, he missed her.

Which was incredibly selfish of him. But she was the only thing in his life was purely his. He wanted every moment he could get.

"I think we're ready," Emma said, drawing him from his thoughts. She handed Killian and Robin their vests, looking at Killian, concern in her green eyes. Robin accepted his and left, in search of his son undoubtedly.

"What's the matter?" Emma asked.

"Nothing," he replied, shrugging on his vest.

"Hey, honesty, remember?"

Killian finished fastening his vest, then turned to do hers. "You're with a selfish bastard, Emma."

"I think you've earned the right to be a little selfish," she replied. "Besides, no one's ever been selfish over me before. At least not in the good way."

He smiled in spite of himself. "Then could I persuade you to stay home?"

She laughed, then kissed him. "You promised."

"I know and I intend to keep it. I guess I don't share very well."

"You share just fine." She leaned in next to his ear. "I've got that blue bikini on," she whispered. "And all I can think about is you peeling it off." She smiled mischievously, then hurried off like she hadn't just conjured hundreds of erotic images in his head. Minx.

Killian shook his head, chuckling. She'd be the death of him someday. He was sure of it.

As he promised Robin, Roland was out like a light once the Jolly was on the open ocean. They were headed to Kona on the Big Island for their parade and festival, complete with fireworks. After that, a day shopping for the ladies, then Emma wanted to try Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. Killian had never been; he was usually too busy. But it sounded fun.

He stood by the wheel, watching the horizon intently. Emma was showing Elsa some of the things she'd learned, Roland was below, asleep in the tiny bunk. Robin and Will were having an intense discussion over a beer in the bow. It was nearly noon; they'd probably eat lunch soon. It stuck him like a ton of bricks...this could be his life some day. He and Emma could truly make the islands their home. Once he graduated, there was nothing stopping them. They could have more trips like this, sailing when they pleased, either alone or with their friends. Their own little family of sorts.

He wanted that. Badly. He wanted that more than he'd wanted anything since Liam's death.

You would have liked her, brother, he thought, glancing toward the sky. Even though she's far too good for me.

"So where are we?" Elsa called, getting his attention.

"We're passing Lanai," Killian said, pointing. "It's there on our left." She followed his finger, blue eyes wide. "Should be there in a few more hours." Hopefully by dark. He didn't want to dock after sunset.

"Anyone hungry?" Will said. "Starving meself."

Elsa shot him a look, but Emma agreed. "Will, you and Robin can help me grab the food. We've got plenty." The men obeyed her with an alacrity that surprised Killian.

"She always was a bit bossy," Elsa said to Killian.

He chuckled. "I may have noticed that a time or two." But there were plenty of times that she just let go and trusted him to take care of her.

"She's really happy, you know."

Killian tightened his hand on the wheel. "That's all I want for her. I'm just glad she chose me, sorry bloke that I am."

"Don't sell yourself short, Killian. I didn't really get it when she...left. I had no idea how unhappy she was and I'm her best friend. She always puts on a brave face for everyone, including herself. Whatever it is that you did...thank you."

Killian shrugged. "I didn't do anything, lass." Nothing except fall in love with her.

Elsa just smiled. "I think you did. I'm glad she has you, even if it means I'll see her less often."

"Why would you do that?"

"I've got a life back in New York. My sister's there. It's home."

Killian steered them through another gentle swell. "Home. I used to think that England was home. Then I thought I could make Hawaii home." He glanced at Emma, kneeling on the deck, spreading out their lunch on a blanket. "Now I think it's wherever she is."

"Do you think you two will stay here?"

Killian shrugged. "Perhaps. If her project gets off the ground, then I don't see why not. But I'm trying not to look too far ahead."

"I'll miss her."

"Do you have no other reason to stay?"

Elsa's cheeks went faintly pink. It was the most color Killian had ever seen from her. "Not at the moment," she said carefully. "There's a lot I miss about New York." So Will hadn't done anything yet. Killian didn't know whether to laugh or knock his friend about the head.

"You said your sister's there?"

"Yes, Anna. You'll get to meet her at the ball. She's bringing her boyfriend, Kristoff. She's...very different from me."

"Different?"

Elsa laughed. "Anna's much more of a talker. If you're not careful, she'll talk your ear off."

"I'll remember that." He smiled at Elsa. "You may not say much, but you make those words count, Elsa. And anyone who doesn't see that is a bloody fool."

Elsa's eyes drifted to Will. "Thanks, Killian."

"Anytime, love."

Emma's alarm was something she'd become increasingly annoyed with over the last week. In her two months in Hawaii, she'd gotten accustomed to sleeping later than she did at home. And even then, she woke up naturally, and not to the screeching of her phone. She reached over to the nightstand and thumbed the alarm off, groaning in irritation. She was warm and sleepy, Killian pressed against her back.

"I hate that bloody thing," he mumbled, tightening his arms around her middle.

"Me too."

"Then let's go back to sleep."

"We can't. We have breakfast, then the parade, remember?"

"Sod it."

Emma groaned. She wanted to agree with him, but she also really wanted to enjoy the activities they had planned. "I'm getting up."

She started to move, but Killian pulled her back. "You're staying with me."

"Killian." She rolled over, taking in his sleepy features, sleep mussed hair. Even like this, he was so handsome it made her chest ache. She kissed his brow. "I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Really?"

She gave him a sleepy, but knowing grin. "Remember that thing we talked about?" She dragged his hand down over her body, over her ass, shivering. She was playing with fire, knowing full well what his hands on her body did to her. But she couldn't seem to help herself, even if it was a tease.

Killian's blue eyes pinned her, making her heart race. God, she would never get tired of him looking at her like that. Like she was the only thing he needed. "You are such a dirty girl, Swan." He crushed her lips to his, clearly fully awake now. "And I love you very much."

She licked her lips, grinning up at him. "Right back at ya." She kissed him again, slower this time, knowing they wouldn't get to kiss like this again once they left the room. Those deep soul searing kisses that left her breathless and hungry.

"Hmm, we should get up. Before they come looking for us," Killian said, stroking her cheek.

"Yeah."

They reluctantly got up and showered, Emma putting on the cute blue sundress she'd found shopping with Elsa a few weeks ago. She pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, knowing it would be hot once they left the comfort of the hotel. Killian came up behind her as she was finishing, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Beautiful as always, love," he said, kissing her shoulder.

Emma could just make out the red and blue plaid shirt he was wearing, paired with her favorite jean shorts. "You're not so bad yourself, babe."

"Hmm, I like when you call me that."

"Really?" It always sounded funny in her mouth, but she wanted something for him, since he had so many for her.

He nodded, eyes locked with hers in the mirror. "Although, you making the effort is enough. You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

Emma covered his hands with hers. "No, it's not that. It's just...well, you saw my parents. They're like that all the time, cute nicknames and PDA. I never really thought that was for me. Then I met you." Neal's idea of public affection was holding her by the waist possessively, like a trophy. It never felt genuine.

"Swan..."

"Killian, I don't want you to change. I don't want us to change. If we're walking down the street and you want to kiss me, kiss me. If we happen to make other people jealous, then I'm okay with that." More than. Killian was hers now.

"I won't stray far from your side," he promised, smiling at her. "Not ever."

"Good."

They left their room a few minutes later, joining their friends for breakfast in the hotel restaurant. They had a bit of a mishap when Roland spilled a tray filled with scrambled eggs from the buffet, but otherwise it was a very fun (and lively) time. Will seemed to be in a much better mood today, although Emma couldn't fathom the reason. He was sitting next to Roland, which meant he got more food on him, than in his stomach.

"We best hurry if we're going to get a good spot for the parade," Killian said, downing the last of his coffee.

"No need," Robin cut in. "Roland and I saved us a spot earlier."

"You did?" Emma asked.

"That was very sweet," Elsa agreed. Roland giggled. The boy held her hand the entire way to the patch of sidewalk marked by a green blanket Emma remembered seeing at Robin's house. Will, on the other hand, looked rather put out that Elsa was giving her attention to Roland.

"Bloody hell," Killian cursed softly. "First, it's you and me, now a four year old. That wanker better get his attitude adjusted soon. Or get laid."

"Killian!" Emma hissed. "What are you talking about?"

"He's jealous," Killian explained in hushed tones. "That's why he was so snippy yesterday. His bitterness was easier for him to deal with when I was alone. Now I'm not."

"Elsa said that to me once," Emma whispered. "I didn't think she was serious."

"Don't get me started on the lass. Will's got it bad for her, but the bloody sod won't do anything about it."

"How do you know that?"

"You didn't see his reaction when she checked on us yesterday. I did. And Elsa may have implied that his attention wasn't unwanted."

"What?" Elsa hadn't said anything to her. Emma was her best friend.

"Ask her yourself," Killian said grimly. "They might be more stubborn than we are."

"You're missing the parade," Roland yelled, looking back at them sternly.

Emma and Killian looked appropriately chagrined, then refocused on the parade. Emma wound Killian's arm around her waist, leaning her head on his shoulder. It was early, about nine thirty, but it was already starting to get hot. Thank goodness they remembered the sunscreen; she should consider buying stock. The parade lasted over almost two hours, with marching bands (which Elsa loved), fire trucks (adored by Roland), and some local Hawaiian favor (appreciated by the boys, except Killian who studiously kept his eyes on her). Emma just appreciated the atmosphere; she never got to do things like this in New York.

There, they watched the Macy's Parade from her father's building, safely inside from the cold. Down on the street level, amidst all the people, it was different. You could see the smiles on people's faces, smell the cotton candy and other sweets, actually hear the music. Much better than the world from her proverbial ivory tower.

Emma knew her mother wanted her to come home, but she wasn't sure where home was anymore. New York with family who didn't quite understand her and shallow people who only wanted something from her? Or Hawaii with a makeshift new family and a guy who adored her? Wherever she wound up, she wanted Killian there. With her. Mary Margaret Blanchard-Nolan wasn't going to frighten her or intimidate her. This was Emma's life and she was going to live it the way she wanted.

Killian shook her from her thoughts as the parade was breaking up. "Still with me, love?"

"Yeah. I was just...thinking."

"Something good, I hope?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah. Very good."

"Ready for an afternoon of fattening food and carnival rides?"

"Definitely."

Robin left them briefly to take his blanket back to the hotel, but caught up as they were buying some funnel cake. The small fairgrounds were crowded, people everywhere. It was loud, louder than Emma expected, but then again, she had no point of reference. She didn't go to street festivals in New York, her mother thought they were too "common."

Well, her mother would hate every moment of this. After they finished their funnel cake—Elsa didn't get a speck of sugar on her, Emma had no idea how—they headed for some of the games. Shooting games, dunking games, ring toss, all with their owners shouting about the "amazing" prizes. Much to Emma and Elsa's amusement, all three boys tried their hands at the dumbbell, cursing under their breath. Elsa covered Roland's ears, but Emma just laughed. Killian got the closest, just two feet shy of the bell.

But Emma wasn't surprised. He picked her up like a sack of potatoes all the time. He was well built and strong, something he put to use in very pleasurable ways.

She gave him a wet smacking kiss when he was finished as a reward, not caring that he was sweaty. She liked the way he smelled. Her giddiness turned into a yelp when he hauled her to him by the waist, dipping her back as he kissed her, right there in front of everyone. Emma turned beet red as the catcalls started, random strangers cheering them on.

"We've got an audience," she whispered against his lips.

"So we do." He grinned and kissed her briefly, then let her stand. "You did say anytime I wanted, love."

Her cheeks were still burning. "You're impossible."

"And yet you love me." He took her hand, so they could follow their friends, who had discreetly gone on ahead. She should be embarrassed—and she was a little—but more than that, she was just happy. Happy she had someone to share moments like that with, who absolutely did not care that anyone could see them, and just had to show her how much he loved her.

She was finally starting to see how and why her parents had fallen in love and stayed that way for so many years.

They found the others at one of the games—archery as it turned out—with Robin trying to win Roland stuffed monkey. He was better at it than Emma expected, winning two prizes. A monkey for Roland and plain brown teddy bear for...someone? Did Robin have someone? Emma was surprised that she didn't know for sure. She knew his wife had died, but he seemed like too good of a man not to be dating. She'd ask Killian later.

"Would you like a prize, sweetheart?" Killian asked as they strolled along.

She laughed. "Would you win me one?"

"It would be my honor and pleasure." Oh good lord, there he was talking like he was Mr. Darcy again. Emma saw Elsa giggle out of the corner of her eye. "You choose."

Emma looked around; there were too many choices! She really thought the whole thing was silly, but Killian looked so earnest, she couldn't say no. He was adorable like this. "How about that one?" she said, pointing. It was a plush dolphin and enormous.

"Ya never do anything halfway, do ya, lass?" Will asked, clapping Killian on the shoulder. "Good luck with that, mate."

"Bugger off, Will." Killian turned back to her. "I'll get it for you. You just watch."

When they got to it, Emma's heart sank a little. The game looked nearly impossible. She was about to call it off, to change her mind, something, but Killian was already in the line. He gave her a cheeky smile when it was his turn, tossing the balls toward the targets. He needed to get seven out of ten. On his first try he did better than most; he got three.

But he got right back in the line, his jaw clenching in determination. After his fourth try, Emma was going to pull him back, but Elsa stopped her.

"Let him be, Emma."

"But Elsa..." She felt so bad for him, there were some passersby who were laughing.

"I think it's really sweet," she said.

"But I think I picked the hardest game in here!" she hissed. "And he just keeps going back for more."

"Well, he loves you."

"I don't need some stupid stuffed dolphin to know that!"

"Emma, look," Robin cut in, tapping her shoulder.

Emma looked back at the game; Killian was trying again. This time he had five in with three balls left. If he got two of them in, then he'd win. Emma held her breath as she watched. He tossed the ball in his hand and it went in! He looked over at Emma and she managed a smile. She didn't want him to think she doubted him. The next ball missed wide. He only had one left.

"You got this, babe!" she shouted.

He smirked at her and nodded, turning back to the board. He raised his arm in an arc, a bit like when he showed her how to shoot darts, and let the last ball go. Time seemed to go in slow motion as she watched.

Bells screeched and clanged as soon as it went in; Killian was the first to beat the game that day. He proudly accepted his prize and brought it to Emma. She ignored it completely, yanking him by the shirt until his mouth was fused to hers.

"You are the stubbornest person I have ever met," she breathed, kissing the corner of his mouth. "And I love you."

Killian pressed the stuffed dolphin into her arms. "Your prize, milady. I told you I'd get it."

"My hero," she deadpanned, hugging the toy all the same. "You are crazy, you know that, right?"

"One of the things you love about me, Swan." He pressed his forehead to hers, lightly brushing her lips. "You're always worth it."

"Debatable. Come on, before we get another crowd."

Emma toted her new toy around the rest of the afternoon. She took it on the ferris wheel (where Killian kissed her at the top), she took it on the Tilt-a-Whirl. Elsa held it when they got on the swings since it wouldn't fit in the swing with her. There was a mini coaster track too; Emma rode it twice, once with Killian and once with her dolphin. She felt ridiculous, but there was no one there to mock her. And it was fun.

Around dinner time they stopped at one of the stages that had live music, the girls and Roland saving a spot while the boys got dinner (corn dogs and fries and something Emma couldn't identify). The band was local; they weren't very good, but she was saying that as a jaded New Yorker. Killian stretched out on the ground, his head in her lap. She smiled at him fondly, stroking his hair the way she knew he liked. She could feel rather than hear his contented purr, her cat happy once more.

Was this going to be her life from now on? Hanging out with good friends? Living in a virtual paradise? With a her own company? And her loving, too hot to be real boyfriend? Was this what she wanted?

She wanted her own opportunity as a businesswoman, certainly. She hadn't found it in New York. She'd had to start from scratch (admittedly with some help from her dad) but she finally seemed to be making some headway. She felt good about herself. She knew her plan was good; she enjoyed the interaction with people, the negotiating. She was very close to realizing her dream of doing something useful with her life.

Killian had been the wildcard. Without him, she almost certainly would have returned to New York ages ago, still unfulfilled and unhappy. But he saw her and loved what he saw. He helped her see parts of herself that she hadn't even known existed.

Emma hadn't been sure of anything except her own unhappiness when she arrived two months ago. Now she was in love with great guy and had a chance to make a name for herself as something other than Nolan Tech's heiress. How could her life have changed so dramatically in such a short time?

But Emma didn't want things any other way.

"Ready for fireworks?" Elsa asked, glancing at the darkening sky.

"Yep." She had to shake Killian to get his attention; somehow he'd dozed off. They followed the crowd down to the beach, where the fireworks would be shot over the water. Will found them a spot on the sea wall with a perfect view of the lagoon. Emma smiled to herself as she watched him brush sand off so Elsa could sit. Maybe Killian was right after all.

"Something funny, love?" Killian asked, his breath hot on her ear.

She had to suppress a shiver. "What was our bet on Will and Elsa?"

"Twenty, I believe. Ready to concede?"

"Nope. Want to change the stakes?"

"Such as?"

She smiled and whispered quickly in his ear.

"Is that really a bet? Or a dare?"

"If you don't want it..."

"I didn't say that." Killian glanced in Will and Elsa's direction. They were talking quietly. "You're on."

"Oh, so confident. I like it."

Killian grinned at her, his hand skimming up her thigh. "Oh, I know you do. You love my cockiness."

Emma had to bite her lip to keep from groaning. Damn him for knowing her so well. "You prepared to back that up?"

"Always, sweetheart." He kissed her cheek and turned back to the view, waiting for the first fireworks to start. They didn't have much longer to wait, which was good as Roland was getting antsy. Emma had almost forgotten he was there while shamelessly flirting with Killian.

Man, she really needed to get a grip.

She scooted closer to Killian, bringing his arm around her waist. His large hand was warm on her hip, just enough pressure to keep her close. She felt his lips lightly brush her temple and she sighed. She kept her eyes on the darkening sky, waiting for the first boom.

It came moments later, making her jump. She heard Killian's rich laugh in her ear and pinched his side in retaliation. She just wasn't expecting it was all. The first few burst in the sky in showers of sparks, gold and red. Emma loved fireworks. She loved all the different colors and patterns, showers of sparks, stars, high and arching, low and loud, blues, greens, purples, reds. In New York, they were paired with music, and while these weren't, she loved it all the same.

"Well, that was illuminating," Will said as they followed the crowd back into town.

"I thought they were quite good," Elsa said, a slight reproof in her voice.

"I just don't understand the point of this bloody holiday," Will retorted. "Why blow stuff up?"

"Did you know that John Adams was the first to see how we would celebrate our independence? He wrote in a letter that Americans would celebrate with pomp and parades and fireworks for generations to come."

"And that requires pointless explosions?"

"Roland enjoyed them, didn't you?" Elsa asked.

Roland nodded happily. "They were pretty, Elsa."

"See? You should stop being such a grouch about everything, Will."

Emma exchanged a wordless look with Killian. He cocked a brow at her as if to say "see? I told you so." But to someone who didn't know the two well, they could appear to just be begrudging friends. Emma still wasn't sure what to think about it.

At least the revised terms of the bet would be highly enjoyable. "Summer's not over yet, sailor," she whispered, nudging Killian with her hip.

"We'll see, darling. We'll see."

"Oi!" Will yelled. "Wee eyes, ya two saps! No one needs to see that."

"We're holding hands, you sod!" Killian retorted, holding up their joined hands.

Will scowled but held his peace. Luckily, they were almost back to their hotel. When they got there, everyone said good night and headed for their own rooms. Killian and Emma's was one of the nicer ones, not quite a penthouse, but nice enough. It had a spacious living area with plush nondescript furniture, even its own kitchenette.

Frankly, Emma didn't care about any of that. In fact, they'd hardly looked at those things since arriving the evening before. No, the king size bed and insanely large bathroom were much more to her liking. It had a shower and clawfoot tub, both more than large enough for two. She'd been thinking about using that tub ever since she saw the photo on the site when she made the reservation.

"I'm going to take a bath," she announced. "Want to join me?"

"Now why would I refuse an offer such as that?" Killian replied with a cheeky grin.

Emma ditched her sandals on her way to the bathroom, followed by her sundress. She smiled to herself when she heard Killian's audible gulp behind her; she'd bought special lingerie especially for this trip. A lacy green strapless bra with matching high cut panties. Casually, Emma bent over the faucet and turned on the water, adjusting it to the right temperature.

"Is this new?" Killian asked, his hand skimming the curve of her ass.

"You like it?"

"Very much." He moved up behind her, fingers sliding her ponytail over her shoulder so he could kiss and lick at her skin. Emma hummed, a shiver running down her spine. "I've been thinking about this all day, love."

His hands came around her waist, drawing her back against his chest. He'd stripped off his shirt somewhere between the door and the bathroom; his skin was already warm to the touch. But he always felt warm to her. She didn't know where this desire for him came from, but she didn't want it to stop. It felt too good. Emma angled her head as he bit down gently on the cords of her neck and she moaned in pleasure.

"Let me see you, Swan," Killian whispered, coaxing her around. He sat her on the vanity, stepping between her splayed thighs. Emma said nothing as he ran his hands over her body, inhaling sharply when he reached a sensitive spot. He knew them all by now, applying just the right amount of pressure to get a reaction out of her. His mouth followed his hands, kissing down her chest, over the swells of her breasts. Emma's back arched, heat pooling low in her belly.

Killian pulled her to the very edge of the vanity; Emma could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard thickness between her legs. "How early were you planning on going out tomorrow?" he growled, thumbs brushing over her clothed nipples.

"Not...early," she replied. "Why?"

"Because I've got plans for you, sweetheart. Let me?"

Emma nodded, cupping his face in her hands. She kissed him, lips demanding, teeth biting on his bottom lip. "I want everything, Killian." She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer. He deftly opened her bra, tossing it to the floor as they kissed, his hands cupping her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, more heat flooding her.

"Fuck, you are so perfect," he muttered, lowering his head to an aching nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, warm and wet, want shooting right to her clit. It throbbed and ached; Emma ground her hips into the ridge of his pants, a needy whine tearing from her throat. They'd been teasing either off and on all day and now they were finally alone.

"Killian...the bath..."

"Bloody hell." He kissed her lips briefly, then hurried over to the faucet turning it off. The steaming tub was nearly full, only about six inches to spare. "Come here, Swan."

Emma hopped off the vanity, her legs a bit wobbly. She was wet and aching, a sharp need settling at the apex of her thighs. Killian was already chucking his shorts, boxers and all, showing her just how aroused he was. Emma reached out to stroke him, needing the feel of him in her hand. He was smooth and hard, a thick vein running the generous length of him. She teased it with expert fingers, relishing his pleased groan.

"What were you saying about cockiness?" Emma asked, leaning into kiss his chest. She followed the trail of dark hair, feeling the muscles tremble under her touch.

"How much you...fuck...love it," he managed, his voice gravelly. "Always so greedy for it, lass."

Emma twisted her hand around him, just enough to make him curse. "And you love giving it to me."

He nodded, hands on her hips. "You feel so fucking good, love. I can't stop."

"So don't." She let him go, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Together they pushed them down and Emma stepped out of them. Killian climbed into the steaming tub, sighing at the warm water. Emma followed, crawling into his lap. The tub was so wide that they weren't cramped, she fit easily on either side of his thighs. They kissed deeply, Emma pressed against him, water lapping at their bodies. She reached between them and sank down on him, letting him fill her.

"Oh god," Emma moaned, back arching as she rode him. Slowly, letting the water ease her movements. "Yes."

Killian groaned, hands sliding under the water to hold her hips. He pushed up gently off the bottom of the tub, meeting her halfway, grinding his pelvis into her clit. "Ride me, Emma. So beautiful like this," he whispered.

Emma moved faster, her own need climbing. She bounced in the water, some splashing onto the tile floor, but she paid it no mind. All she could focus on was the feel of Killian inside her, piercing her, filling her, making her feel whole. She'd never felt anything like she did when she was with him; she was addicted, greedy, just as he said.

Killian's hands moved from her hips to her ass, guiding her, their strokes getting more erratic, the water choppier. And then his lips were at her ear, whispering all the dirty things he was going to do to her, how much he was addicted to her too. Emma came with a silent scream, her eyes screwed shut, nails dug into his skin. Stars were still popping behind her eyes when she heard Killian's hoarse shout, his hips bucking under her.

Emma trembled despite the warm water, aftershocks of her intense orgasm stealing her breath. Killian cradled her against his chest, holding her tightly so she didn't sink. She didn't know how long they stayed like that before he got her to move, so that her back was to his chest, the water relaxing now.

"How do you feel, love?"

Emma sighed, stretching out a bit in the huge tub. "Good. My feet were killing me."

"While I'm glad of it, that wasn't precisely what I meant," he chuckled.

"Oh. That was good too."

"Just good?"

"Would I still be here if it wasn't?"

"So you're only using me for the sex? Now the truth comes out," he said in mock offense.

Emma glared at him, even though he was teasing. It hit a little too close to home for her. He seemed to catch her mood, squeezing her waist. "I know you love me, Emma. Why, I still can't precisely fathom."

She really hoped he didn't want her to explain, because she didn't even know how to put what she felt into words. Just that meeting him changed her life. In the best way possible. Instead, she turned around and kissed him, slowly, thoroughly, hoping he could feel what she couldn't say.

"We need to get out of this bath," Killian panted when they broke their kiss.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not done ravishing you yet. And you, princess, have a promise to keep."

Emma blushed. "I do?"

"Aye. Do you still want to?"

"Yeah." She'd only tried once before and it was an experience she'd rather forget. She had a feeling Killian was the one to replace that bad memory as he had so many others. "I want you, Killian."

He kissed her, long and slow; it made her toes curl. God, he could kiss. They finished washing up and climbed from the tub, Killian grabbing them fluffy towels. Emma dried off and wrapped hers around her. She pulled her hair down, letting it flow in the waves Killian liked. She heard him muttering in the bathroom; she didn't have to guess about what. She was nervous, but excited.

Still, she started a little when Killian came up behind her. "We don't have to do this, Swan."

"No, I want to. I told you, I want everything." She turned around and stood up on her toes to kiss him. "I trust you, Killian."

He swept her hair back from her face. "You are so much better than I deserve, but God help me I love you so much."

Emma drew him down to her, brushing his lips with hers. Her fingers tangled in his hair; they lost their balance, falling into the bed, laughing. Killian opened her towel, biting his lip. "All mine," he whispered, hands running over her skin. The contrast of rough and smooth always got to her, made her skin tingle and burn. She moaned, eyes falling closed.

"Yours," she breathed, catching one of his hands in hers. She brought his fingers to her lips, licking the pads, sucking on his index finger greedily. His exploration got curtailed earlier; she wanted him to finish.

"Bloody minx," Killian cursed. He tore his hand away, using both to trace her curves. "I'm going to make this good for you, love. I swear it." Emma squirmed under his featherlight touches, so unlike his usual sure hands. He always knew how to touch her though, to make her feel the most pleasure. He started at her stomach, light teasing touches, wet sloppy kisses, the scratch of his scruff on sensitive skin. He teased her breasts, plucking lightly at her nipples, leaving them as sharp points. He touched her everywhere except where she was aching for him.

"Roll over," he ordered quietly. Emma did so, a thrill rocking through her. She hadn't expected to want this as much as she did, but as last week proved, she wanted it. A lot. Killian kissed a path down her spine, his large hands massaging her skin. Gently, he drew her up on her knees, spreading her a bit wider. She felt exposed, her head still resting on the bed, but she trusted him. Killian kissed the spot where her thigh met her body, hands kneading and squeezing her ass.

"It might hurt at first," he warned, "just relax as much as you can, okay?"

"Okay." Emma shivered, wondering what he would do first. She was surprised when she felt his fingers gliding through her slit, gathering moisture. It felt good; she loved when he touched her there. But then she realized his plan, his damp finger slipping over her puckered hole. She sucked in a breath as he circled it, slowly, with increasing pressure.

"Relax, love. I've got you. Breathe."

Emma nodded, forcing herself to breathe. Still, she gasped sharply, finally feeling the tip of his finger slip inside. "Oh god."

"Does that hurt?"

It definitely felt different, but it didn't hurt. At least not yet. "No. Keep going."

"There's my good girl." His finger moved slowly, sinking a little deeper each time. She felt something cold—the lube presumably—sliding over her skin and she gasped again. Emma held herself as still as she could, letting Killian prepare her. "Hmm, you're so tight," he said. "Gonna feel so good around me, Emma."

Christ, his voice never failed to make her wet.

He slid in another finger, opening her wider. Emma moaned, biting her lip at the dull ache. "Touch yourself, love. That'll make it better."

Emma snaked a hand down between her legs, finding her damp clit. "Oh," she breathed, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. "Oh."

"That's it. Make yourself feel good for me, sweetheart." She got so lost in her own pleasure, she hardly noticed the third finger sliding into her. Killian wasn't small; she was going to need as much as he could give her. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her. It felt odd, but good, especially as she touched herself.

"Push back for me, Emma." She did, rocking her hips back on his fingers. It didn't hurt too much; it was more the strangeness of the sensation than anything else. Killian let out a shuddering breath as he watched her. "Bloody hell, lass. I need to be inside you."

"I'm ready." She wasn't entirely sure, but it was now or never. Killian's fingers slipped from her, leaving her feeling a bit empty. There was a rip of foil, then more chilly lube, fingers brushing the rim of her widened hole.

"You tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." But his voice sounded strangled and breathless; Emma could tell how much he wanted this. Then she felt him, the tip of his cock pressing slowly into her. Emma forgot to breath again and it hurt. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to relax. "Oh fuck," Killian cursed. "So good." He thrust shallowly, only the tip of him inside her. "Emma?"

"I'm good." He pushed in deeper and she gasped. "Shit."

"Does that hurt?"

She shook her head. "No, just different."

"Finger yourself, Emma. I want to feel you."

As soon as she did, everything felt better; she relaxed, pleasure flooding her. Killian slipped even deeper into her and he groaned. Emma focused on her pleasure, flicking her clit in time with Killian's shallow thrusts. She enjoyed it more and more, Killian's muttered curses and praise intoxicating, ratcheting up her own pleasure.

"Faster," she bit out. "Fuck me, Killian."

"Christ." Emma could feel him shaking, knowing he was holding back. He took her faster, hips pistoning into hers and she cried out. His fingers dug into her hips; she'd have bruises when they were done. But she loved being the one to make him lose control. Emma rubbed her clit frantically, her orgasm so, so close. She tumbled over the edge moments later, her body going taut. Emma cried out wordlessly, hearing Killian grunt, his hips stuttering as he followed her.

She was still a bit dazed from her high when Killian pulled away and started cleaning up. He lowered her gently to the bed, muttering soft apologies in case he hurt her. She felt boneless, only half aware. It wasn't until Killian gathered her in his arms that she spoke.

"Hey, I'm fine," she said. Her voice was raspy, but audible. "You didn't hurt me."

"Was that your first time?"

"The first where I enjoyed it," she said honestly. There was no point lying, and besides, it was Killian. "And I did enjoy it." She saw Killian's jaw clench as he realized what she meant. But she didn't want to think about that. She wanted to focus on the here and now. She crawled up higher and kissed him sweetly. "Did you enjoy it?"

Killian laughed hollowly. "Silly lass. Of course I did. I just don't like hurting you." His eyes fell to the darkening spots on her hip.

"And you didn't." She sat up. "See? Completely fine. I'm tougher than I look, remember?"

"Oh I know, love. I still can't believe you let me do that."

"And I'll let you again. And again. You know why? Because I fucking loved it." She was a different person than she was when she arrived here. A better person. Herself for the very first time. And if she wanted to have hot dirty sex with her boyfriend, then she damn well would.

"Where did you come from?" he asked her. "And why the bloody hell are you with me?"

"I'm with you, Killian Jones, because I love you. Now are you gonna kiss me or what?"

His dazzling smile flashed for only a second before his lips were on hers.

"Oh, this is not going to work," Will declared, staring at the van they had rented.

"Why not?"

Will scowled. "Because if Robin drives then I'll have to look at you two fused at the bloody lips the entire way," he said, gesturing between Killian and Emma. "Not bloody likely."

"Do you want to drive?"

"Um? No."

Killian was about to retort when Elsa stepped between them. "I'll sit with Emma. You two...do whatever. Just try not to punch each other before we get there?"

Will grumbled his assent. Killian merely rolled his eyes. Sitting in the back of a van with a grumpy Will Scarlet instead of his Swan was not his idea of fun. But he was tiring of fighting or whatever it was they were doing. At this rate maybe it was better that Elsa was going back at the end of the summer. At least then Will could go back to the less jealous version of himself.

Before he could climb in, Emma tugged on his sleeve. "Hey, be good, okay?"

He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Love, I'm always good."

Her cheeks went faintly pink. "You know what I meant."

"Aye, but it's more fun to make you blush."

"One of these days you'll know all my secrets and that won't happen anymore."

"All of them? Oh, I think we'll be discovering things for a long while to come, lass. But that's half the fun."

"Oh yeah? And what's the other half?"

"This." He brought her lips to his, tasting her cherry lip gloss. Will may complain and grouse about his acting like a lovestruck fool, but Killian didn't care. Not when Emma made him feel like this. Like he could take on the whole world by himself, if only to make her smile. "See you when we get there?" Like she wasn't going to be three feet away.

"Looking forward to it, sailor."

"Yes, yes, it's such a burden not being attached at the hip," Will said, pushing past Killian and into the van. Killian squeezed Emma's hand briefly then followed him, digging around for the bloody seatbelt. He did a brief silent check on everyone else's before Robin pulled out of the parking space, trying to ignore the prickly feeling he got whenever he wasn't the person driving.

Some things never went away completely.

It had been a long time since he'd had a nightmare about Liam's accident. In the beginning, he had them all the time, the breaking glass, the screeching tires. Liam's final words. Over and over in his head. It was why he wouldn't go near a car until circumstances forced him to. Then once he'd started fixing cars he triple checked to make sure he'd done it right because he knew what failure could mean. Someone's life. It made him a bit of a perfectionist, a bit difficult for people to work alongside him.

He was surprised at how much lighter he felt since Emma came into his life. He still thought about Liam, but it wasn't with as much sadness. He tended to think of the good times now. He hoped his brother—wherever he was—was happy for him. Killian would fulfill his promise, honor Liam's memory and get on with his life. With Emma.

After seven years, he was finally moving forward.

"The trees are fascinating," Will drawled, pulling Killian from his reverie.

"Can't you ever give it a rest?" Killian asked.

"I'm a sarcastic bloke, you know that," Will defended.

"Aye, but you've never been mean. Not even in the beginning."

Will looked uncomfortable. "A lot's changed."

Killian glanced at Emma and Elsa in the seat in front of them. They seemed engrossed in a conversation of their own, the surrounding traffic drowning most of it out. "Some things have changed. But I'm still your friend. I don't want that to change."

"Ya want me to be nice to the lass? I've been!" Killian raised a brow. "Okay, mostly. Sometimes me mouth isn't directly attached to me brain. Sue me."

"This isn't just about Emma and you know it."

Will's gaze flickered in the direction of white blonde hair. "Yer imagining things."

"You want to delude yourself, fine. But I've seen you. You're drinking less, you pay attention when she speaks, even if it's not to you. I know you, Will Scarlet. There's nothing wrong with moving on." It was past time. Ana wasn't coming back.

Will was silent for a long time. Killian shrugged and dug out his phone, opening up his Kindle app to read. Might as well get some work done on the two hour drive.

"She's too good for me." The words were so quiet, Killian almost missed them. He could tell Will was trying desperately to not be overheard.

Killian chuckled. "I know the feeling, mate. It's there every time I wake up with her in my bed."

"So what'dya do?"

"Honestly?" Will nodded. "Hold her a little tighter and pray she doesn't notice."

Will rolled his eyes. "That's five star advice right there. Ya could start yer own website with that."

Killian sighed in exasperation. "Look, if you want to live like this, I can't stop you. But you won't know until you try."

This time Will nodded. Killian only hoped he listened.

They changed the subject to England's chances of making the World Cup, something both of them were much more comfortable with. They were speculating which group they'd get in the off chance they qualified when Robin pulled up to the entrance to the park. Even though he should know better, Killian was surprised at how green things were. It was beautiful; Mother Nature at her finest.

"Wow," Emma said as they piled out of the van. "Can't find this in New York."

"I should think not. Even though that's an island too."

Emma swatted his shoulder, but pretending to look severe. "So's England, remember?"

"Aye, but England doesn't have every square inch of space covered in concrete."

"True."

"Everyone ready?" Robin asked, holding a squirming Roland. He was a bit antsy after so long in the van. They all nodded. Killian took Emma's hand and followed Robin into the visitor's center. It turned out they were just in time for the introductory film, so after a quick stop at the restroom, they settled in to watch. Killian saw Will out of the corner of his eye sitting next to Elsa; he wondered if his friend had decided to take his advice.

After the film, Killian, Emma, Will and Elsa took Roland to explore the exhibits while Robin got an update on the park closures. Kilauea Volcano's continuous eruption had closed off much of the road around the crater. Emma bought an armful of books at the bookstore, much to Killian's amusement.

"Becoming interested in science, love?" he asked, helping her haul them to the van.

"Shut up."

"Perhaps you had the wrong major," he teased.

"I like sounding like I know what I'm talking about," she said defensively. "And this is your fault anyway."

"My fault?"

Emma tossed her bag of books into the back of the van. "For showing me how much I was missing out on," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You're welcome." He smiled down at her and leaned in for a kiss.

It was Will (again) who snapped them out of their bubble. It was so easy to forget the rest of the world existed when he was holding her. "Oi! Places to go, bloody volcanoes to see. Get a move on, you two!"

They laughed and followed Will and Elsa into the van. Their next stop was the museum down the road, which was supposed to have a good view of the crater. "We'll have to backtrack after this, but the view is supposed to be spectacular," Robin said. "I hope you brought your cameras."

"I did," Elsa said, holding up what looked to be a very expensive camera.

"Oh good, you take great pictures," Emma replied. "Remember those ones of the lighthouse near the beach house?"

"Yes! Dad has one of them framed in his office."

"You're a photographer?" Will asked, sounding surprised.

"Only for fun," Elsa said, blushing. "It's something I can do by myself."

"Elsa, every gallery in New York would kill to have some of your work."

"Which is why they don't." Killian sensed a story there, but didn't want to pry. "But I can see you get these after I upload them."

"Excellent. That's better than crappy pictures taken on my phone."

Emma did wind up taking some pictures on her phone, however. They all did. The view, as promised, was amazing. They could see the smoke and steam of the ongoing eruption on the far side of the crater, It was a gorgeous day, only a few fluffy clouds in the deep blue sky. They took the trail out to the next overlook where they had a gorgeous view of the peaks and horizon. Killian answered Emma's questions as best he could; he only had a smattering of geology, but it was passable.

Roland complained that he was hungry so they decided to use the nearby picnic area for lunch. They talked about what they would do next; Elsa wanted to see the lava tubes, Emma the steam vents. They did the steam vents and sulphur banks first, but didn't stay at the latter long. The smell of sulphur was overwhelming, assaulting their noses, making the van smell a bit like rotten eggs. Will groused until the air conditioning filtered it out.

"I hope no one's claustrophobic," Killian said as they trooped down the walkway to the lava tube. The foliage was brilliant along the trail; Roland hopped and pointed at every bird he could see, making them all smile. He reminded Killian a bit of himself when he was that little.

"How tight are ya talkin'?" Will asked.

"You'll be fine, Scarlet." Will stood a few inches shorter than him; he wouldn't have any trouble.

Killian and Emma went through first, the lighting in the tube just enough to see by. Still, there were shadows that hid curves in the trail. Emma wasn't paying attention and nearly fell, slipping on the damp trail—and taking Killian with her—but he managed to keep them upright.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, lass." Still when he rolled his shoulder, he winced. "Ow. Might've wrenched my shoulder a bit."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault, love."

She was still checking him when they heard a yell from behind them. Elsa had lost her footing in her camera flash and taken a tumble of her own. By the time Killian and Emma backtracked, Will was kneeling at her side.

"I think it's just sprained, lass. Maybe bruised."

"Emma, take my camera," Elsa said, her voiced strained. Emma accepted the camera and Killian and Will helped Elsa up. Will kept his arm around her waist, encouraging her to lean on him.

"I think we're almost out," Emma informed them. "We'll get a better look outside."

Elsa's fall put a bit of a damper on the rest of their tour, but she insisted they finish. She mostly stayed in the van with Will, but lent Emma her camera to take some more pictures. They had planned on going back to the museum after dark to see the eruption, but opted to head back to Kona instead. Elsa would need to rest her ankle before they headed back to Oahu the next day.

"I had fun today," Emma said quietly as they lay in bed that night.

"Me too."

"Tired though."

"Aye. And we have to be up early."

"Ugh. Do we have to go back?"

"You don't want to go home?"

"I do. But then we'll have to work and I won't see you as much."

"Might have to get used to that, love. If this project of yours takes off, we'll both be busy."

"I know. Doesn't mean I like it."

"We'll make time for us, sweetheart. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, I just don't want things to change. We've got a good thing."

"And we'll still have it. Just with some new wrinkles."

Emma looked down at him curiously. "Well, now I'm intrigued."

"See? This will keep us on our toes. You'll see."

"I can think of a few things that already keep us on our toes." She lowered her head and kissed him, making him forget everything except the feel of her body pressed against his.