After Emma gets out of work, she and Henry go to her parents' loft.

Mary Margerette greets them both with a hug as they come inside. Henry runs off with Leo to his room to play video games as Emma walks into the kitchen with her mother. She looks hesitant, toying with her fingers as she speaks.

"Listen, I was wondering if you could take Henry Saturday night?"

Mary Margarette looks at her curiously. "Sure. You know your father and I would love to have him over anytime. What did you have planned that night?"

Emma turns around, pacing away from her, debating whether she should tell her about Killian. It's not that she doesn't want to, she just doesn't want them to make a big deal out of it.

"Emma, what is it?" Her mother asks, concerned.

Finally Emma lets out a long breath before she turns back to her and replies. "I've kind of been seeing someone."

Mary Margarette arches a brow, a slow smile creeping across her lips before she impales her with questions, which is exactly why Emma hesitated to tell her. "Who is he? How long have you been seeing him? Do we know him?"

"Know who?"

Emma snaps her head around when she hears her father speak from behind her.

"Emma has a boyfriend," his wife tells him.

David walks over next to Mary Margarette, crossing his arms as he smiles at Emma. "Since when?"

"We've been seeing eachother for a few weeks now."

"So, how come we're just hearing about this now?" David asks, giving her a confused look.

"I don't know, I just didn't want to say anything before I knew what to tell you."

"Is it serious?"

"Um, well it's still new, but I really like him."

"Who is he? You never answered my question."

"Well, actually you do know him. It's Killian."

To that Mary Margaret smiles excitedly and David frowns. "Please tell me you're not serious, Emma."

"David!" her mother shrieks as she gently hits his shoulder.

Emma looks at him confused and shocked at his disapproval.

"Look, Emma, don't get me wrong, I think he's a nice guy and a good deputy, but what happens when it doesn't work out between the two of you? He's just going to go back to England where he came from."

Emma felt anger bubble inside of her at her father's words. "Is that what you're worried about? Losing another deputy?"

"Emma... I'm just being realistic. He already escaped England for god knows what relationship problems he had there and he'll do it again."

Emma looks at him harshly and speaks in a firm voice. "No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to make judgements about who I date. For the first in my life, I'm actually happy. And all you can think about is losing your precious deputy!" Emma turns to walk out of the kitchen to get Henry.

"Emma wait!" David goes after her, grabbing her arm and she stops and turns back to look at him. "Please, I'm sorry. You're right. I have no right to interfere. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"I can take care of myself, dad."

"I know. I'm sorry." David puts his hand on Emma's shoulder and kisses her forehead. "I'm happy for you. I really am."

"Thank you," she manages a smile as Mary Margerete walks up to them and gives her a hug.

"We're both are, Emma." She grabs her hand as they walk to the kitchen. "Now, I want to hear all about it."

"I'd rather not," David chuckles as he follows behind them.

Emma shows up to Killian's house in a tight red dress and high heels with a grocery bag in her hands. She knocks on the door and when he answers, his eyes rake over her figure as he lets her in.

"Mmm. I believe you're trying to kill me, love."

Emma blushes as she sets the bag on his kitchen counter and he grabs her hand, pulling her to him. "How do you expect me to get any cooking done with you wearing that?"

"Hmmm. Maybe I'm just paying you back for distracting me from my baking." She opens the refrigerator, putting the perishable items in there and he swiftly approaches, grabbing her hips when she bends over to open the freezer door, storing the pint of ice cream she held in her hand.

"Well, it's working quite well." He presses his now hardened shaft into her bottom. "You haven't even been here two minutes and this is what you do to me."

"Well, you're just going to have to wait until after desert," she says with a sly grin and releases herself from his hold, shutting the freezer and refrigerator doors.

He pouts as he turns around to continue cooking at the stove.

"So, I told my parents about us," she says, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Ah. So, should I expect a fist in the face from your father?" he asks, turning around to reclaim her hips.

Emma laughs lightly, although the thought of conversation with her father made her a bit irritated. "No, I don't think so. He was just worried about you leaving... he didn't want me to get hurt." It's not the whole truth but she thinks it's better not to say anymore about it.

"Well, your father cares for you alot." Killian looks into her eyes, his heated gaze making her heart melt.

"But, enough about that..." Her hands curl around the back of his neck as she pulls him in for what was supposed to a soft, short kiss but turns into a long, passionate one. The swipe of their tongues as they swallow their groans causes hot blood to rush through her body. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her deeper and she can feel how hard he is through his pants. Her clit starts to throb, her need for him becomes intense and her plans to keep him waiting until after desert quickly fall to the back of her mind. She reaches for his shaft, palming him through his clothing before her fingers find his button and zipper, releasing his hard length from his boxers. Their mouths are still latched on to one another as his hands reach her thighs, kneading her skin as they travel to her center. He winces when he finds her bare mound.

"Bloody hell..."

She moans as his fingers slip through folds, coating themselves in her essence. She bucks her hips into his groin, eliciting a growl and his hands grab her hips, turning her around to lean on the counter. He bends her over, hiking her dress above the curve of her bottom and his need becomes urgent as he nudges her entrance. He parts her legs and she bucks her hips back, begging for him as he slips into her, expanding her walls.

She feels amazing and so tight around him, he doesn't hold back. His thrusting increases as he lets out a loud groan. Their shouts of pleasure echoe throughout the room as they send the other over the edge. Their movements seize as they pant profusely, trying to catch their breaths. He releases himself, holding onto her as he rests his forehead on her shoulder.

After a minute, he pulls his pants back up as she straightens her dress out.

"The food's not going to burn is it?"

"No, love, it still has time to cook. I just started before you came here."

When the dinner is done, they serve it on plates and bring them to the table, along with silverware, napkins, gasses and wine. They engage in light conversation as they eat and the clear the table when they finish.

"So, you never told me what we're making, love."

Emma opens the refrigerator and starts taking out the ingredients and putting them on the counter. "We are going to make a chocolate lava cake."

Killian raises a brow at her, making Emma laugh. "You've never had a chocolate lava cake, have you?"

"Can't say that I have, love."

"Well, it's basically a cake with melted chocolate inside and it's really easy. But very good and goes great with vanilla bean ice cream, which I got as well." Emma reaches into the grocery bag on the counter and takes out a custard cup and then gets a small saucepan from a cabinet, turning on the stovetop and oven. She gives Killian some instructions as she's chopping butter and he brushes past her, rubbing his crotch against her bottom as he does.

"Exuse me, love," he says with a wink and adds the butter and chocolate chips into the pan, making sure to pour extra chips when she's not looking.

"Okay, so you just whisk it until it's melted and then take it off the burner." Meanwhile, she separates some eggs to get the yolk and adds other ingredients into a bowl.

After the chocolate and butter is melted, he removes it and turns off the stove. As she's mixing the ingredients, he comes up behind her and snakes his arms around her, dropping a kiss to her shoulder, causing her breath to hitch.

"You look very sexy when you're baking, love," he whispers in a deep, sultry voice, sending heat to her core.

"And you don't make baking very easy. Now, make yourself useful and hand me the pan so I can add the chocolate."

He grabs the pan as she asks, but instead of handing it to her, he dips his finger in and inserts it in his mouth to taste the chocolate.

"Killian... we need that chocolate for the cake," she says, rolling her eyes. He puts his fingers back into the pot as she scolds him.

"Will you stop playing around and give me the chocolate?"

"Of course, love," He steps in front of her and pours the chocolate into the bowl, making sure to leave some behind without her knowing and steps aside.

After she's finished whisking the mixture and pours it into the dish, it goes into the oven. She closes it and turns around as he takes some of the remaining chocolate on his finger and plops it on the end of her nose. Her mouth opens wide as she wipes it off and looks into the pan to find there's still some of it in there.

"Oh, it's on, now." She requites by scooping more into her hand and smears it on his cheek, laughing as she does.

"Love, I believe I missed a spot," he says, wiping it on her chest.

Emma bites her lip, her eyes never leaving his as she unzips his pants.

Killian quirks an eyebrow as she pulls them down.

"I believe I missed a spot, too," she says, taking more of the chocolate into her hand and brings to his shaft, stroking him in the process. He leans back on the counter, clutching onto the edge as he becomes fully erect and she licks off the chocolate with her tongue. He closes his eyes and groans as she takes him into her mouth, bobbing her head as she cups his balls. His hands go to the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he rocks himself into her mouth.

"Bloody hell, love... so good."

She picks up the pace and he can feel the blood rushing south as he goes over the edge. He spills his hot seed down her throat and she swallows with pleasure, savoring the taste. She comes back up, peppering kisses along her body as she does. When she reaches his face, she takes some of the chocolate off of his cheek and inserts into her mouth, sucking it off of her finger.

He growls and wraps his arms around her, unzipping her dress, letting it fall to the floor. He lifts her up onto the counter and licks the chocolate off her chest as he unlatches her red, strapless bra and it joins her dress. She unbuttons his shirt as he kisses her breasts and nipples. He takes the remaining chocolate onto his hand and uses his thumbs to smear it over her nipples before he takes them into his mouth. His hand travels to her thighs and she tilts her head back, closing her eyes as his fingers become inches away from her center. She clutches onto his shoulders as he parts her legs and slips his fingers into her dripping heat. She bucks her hips eagerly as he brings her brings her to the edge. She calls out his name as she comes in his hand. And before she can come back from her high, he's nudging her entrance as he kisses her mouth deeply and thrusts into her easily. They both swallow their groans as he rolls his hips into her soft flesh. She feels her orgasm building again, seeing stars as he slams into her. He follows behind her as his knees start to buckle underneath him. They both hold eachother up as they find their breaths.

After they collect their bearings, the timer of the oven goes off and she puts on his black shirt that falls just below her bottom, buttoning it up as he puts on his boxers. She grabs oven mits and takes the desert out, letting it cool on the counter as they clean up their mess. When they're finished, they scoop some icrecream onto the cake and grab forks before bringing them over to the table. He sits down and pulls her into his lap as they feed eachother the desert.

"This is bloody amazing, love. We make quite the team."

"Well, I did most of the work," she teases as she presses a cold kiss to his lips.

"Can't bloody help it, you're too distracting." After he feeds her another bite, he sets the bowl down and wraps his arms around her, holding her tight. "I do love baking with you, Emma."

She turns to look at him as she responds. "I love baking with you, too."

He swallows hard as she looks into his eyes, trying to find the words he wants to say, but instead, settles on picking her up as he stands, lifting her over his shoulder. She laughs as he carries her into the bedroom and smacks her bare ass before he gently drops her into the bed and joins her, going for another round.

Afterwards, they lay exhausted, her head rests on his chest as her fingers make lazy circles across his stomach and they chat.

"So, tell me, love... what sodding idiot broke your heart? If you're ready to share, that is."

She didn't think she would ever be ready to talk about it, but now is as good a time as any. "No, it's fine. It was Henry's father. I met him in college and we dated for a while and he told me he loved and we made promises for the future, the whole nine yards. Then, when I told him I was pregnant, he wanted me to have an abortion. And when I refused, he broke up with me and never wanted anything to do with me after that."

Killian's eyes grow soft as he strokes her hair and presses a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry, love."

"And if it weren't for August, I probably would have gave Henry up. He reminded me that I would have regretted it for the rest of my life if I did." She felt tears stinging her eyes at the thought of even considering what her life would be like without her son. "And I didn't want to abandon him like I was abandoned." A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek, onto Killian's chest. He lifted her chin with his finger to look into her eyes.

"But you kept him. Just be thankful you made the right decision."

"I know, but I almost didn't."

He wipes her tear with his thumb and kisses her sweetly on the cheek.

She sniffles and gives him a smile. "You're right. I should just be thankful." She lays her head back down into the crook of his neck. "What about you? Why did you come here from England?"

He sinks his head back into the pillow as his hand reaches to stroke her arm. He knew that she would ask him this after his question, but it was something that had plagued him since they met. "Well, I was in a serious relationship for about five years. In fact, we were engaged to be married. And then one day, I found out she was cheating on me with a fellow officer, who was my partner. They had met at a Christmas party a couple of years ago and apparently were seeing eachother ever since." He let out a long sigh, finding it a relief to finally tell her, like a huge weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. "And when I caught them, I couldn't bare the thought of seeing him everyday at work, so I picked up and left and went as far as I possibly could."

"I'm so sorry, Killian."

"I'm not. If none of that happened, I wouldn't have met you," he murmurs as he gives her warm smile and even in the dark, she can see his blue eyes piercing into hers.

She smiles back at him and kisses his cheek. "Thank you for telling me."

"Well, it was only fair, seeing as you told me about your past."

"And now, hopefully the future will be much brighter."

"I already know it will be as long as I have you, love." He cups her cheek in his hand as he pulls her in for deep kiss before they lay their heads down and drift off to sleep.

After a few hours go by, her phone starts buzzing on the nightstand, waking them up. She groans and slowly opens her eyes, reaching for it. She has to squint to see who's calling her and freezes when she realizes that it's two in the morning.

"Who is it love?" he asks groggily as he opens his eyes and sees the look of concern on her face.

"It's August."