Note: Emma gets her new clothes, but needs help out of that dress
Dis: I don't own ouat
Setting: ouat s4 finale
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Killian Jones knew there was some truth to what this Emma was saying. When they met for the first time in that tower, when she barreled into him and he held her in his arms he felt something. A jolt that traveled from his stomach to his heart. A spark he's never felt before in his life. He was transfixed, smitten by this blonde beauty that now stood on the deck of the Jolly Roger, a ship he never even dreamed of Captaining: scowling at the hem of her dress while her son chuckled at her.

"Mom! It's just a dress! It looks good on you!"

"It's tight… God, I hate corsets…" She stilled, looking over her shoulder at him with a secret smile. Something only she knew, and that he wished he knew the answer to. She walked with grace to the stairs that lead below. "You know if there are any women's clothing on here?"

"Can't say that I've seen any…"

"I'll just take a look around…"

A few moments later, the boy Henry is at the helm, and he thinks about what he said before. How HE had taught the boy. It made him proud, that the boy knew so much because of him. He was envious of this man Henry and Emma said he was. Everything he always failed at being. A Captain, a Hero… Brave. Now, today, with Emma and Henry in his life, he'd fought a dragon and accomplished much more than he thought ever possible.

"You have the helm?" he asked now, checking the rigging one last time as the boy steered back towards the Enchanted Forest.

"Aye, Captain," said Henry with a grin, the sea air ruffling his hair and putting color in his cheeks. Killian clapped a hand over the boy's shoulder before heading towards the stairs that went below to follow Emma to make certain she was all right.

"It'll be a couple hours before we hit landfall, keep her steady, Lad, while I go check on your mother."

It didn't take long to find her. He followed the cursing, cursing that had him balk a little and swallow down the chuckle that wanted to bubble out from his lips. She had the mouth of a Pirate on her and when he found her she was in Blackbeard's Cabin (was it his cabin now? Perhaps the boy's since he essentially beat the pirate) with a dagger in her hand attacking the back of her dress. Upon seeing him she had a look of pure relief of her face.

"Oh thank God!" she sighed, slapping the dagger down on the table before turning her back to him: lifting her hair up. "Can you undo me?"

"I-I beg your pardon?" stuttered Killian, color rising to his cheeks as the smooth column of her neck was revealed. Suddenly all at once his mouth was dry and his one hand clammy, fingertips twitching at the thought of touching her again.

"The laces. I can't reach and I can't get them with the dagger." She looked over her shoulder and as if reading how uncomfortable he suddenly felt had a sinister smile spread across her face before replacing it with a look of helplessness and a pout. "Please?"

"Aye," he said, ever the gentleman wanting to help a lady in need, stepping closer to her. "Not certain how much help I'll be with these laces, lass. Especially with just one hand."

"Just use your hook and slice through them," she said calmly, but the air was suddenly charged around them. He was finding it hard to breathe with the thought of ripping the dress off of her with his hook. The thought was oddly arousing and he had to bite his lip to hold back a moan as she reached behind her to grip his hook and lift it up towards her back. This woman, this Emma, had to be a siren of some sort. She had him under his spell. "I'm certain you're just as handy with the thing here as you were back in my world."

"Aye," he said, voice cracking, and he cleared his throat while scratching the back of his ear. "I can be."

"Please hurry, I'm dying in this thing!"

Killian reached up with his hand and hook and mustering all the willpower to keep the touch light worked around the laces. His hook ripped a few while his other hand managed to undo most, when the last few decided to be stubborn he sliced through them and Emma gasped in lungfuls of air, hands holding the front part of her dress up as it draped open in the back. His open palm rest on her warm skin as he worked his hook from the corset and just the feel of her smooth, warm skin against his had his trousers tightening just a little.

"T-There," he said.

"Thank you!" she said, turning towards him, still holding the dress up. She canted her head to the side, studying him and smiling while he bumbled about while her blonde locks drifted down over her shoulders. He wasn't sure where to put his hand and hook, looking everywhere and anywhere other than her and her barely clothed form. "Killian?"

"Yes, Emma?" he answered, still not looking, even though she stepped closer. He focused on the etchings int he wood within the Cabin, the numerous shelves filed with maps and hidden treasures, even the cobwebs in the corner. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his stubbled cheek that he looked down at her, blue eyes connecting with hers. He felt that pull again, that familiar feeling deep in his gut that he KNEW her. Dare he say loved her? It was too soon, too fast, but it was as if the universe was screaming at him that she was the one. "Emma…"

She pressed her lips to his and his eyes fluttered closed. Hand and hook coming up to her waist as she stepped further into his embrace. The kiss was light, but still passionate, leaving them both struggling to breathe as angles changed and bodies pressed closer. It wasn't until Henry shouted down asking them if there was any food around that they parted, Emma shouting out an answer that they would look for some now. Was Emma ever a vision with her parted, red lips and flushed cheeks: still holding up the remnants of the dress he'd torn apart with his hook.

"I… I'm going to…" he wanted nothing more but to pick her up, and kiss her more, and desire to do so was just about outweighing his common sense. He barely knew the woman… but she said she knew him and he believed her. Trusted her… Bloody hell did he ever want her right now!

"Yeah," she said, blue eyes glittering with mischief as he walked away from her, stumbling towards the door that led down to the kitchens. She let the dress drop before he left the room, and she knew he heard it by the way he stiffened momentarily before exiting the room. Emma laughed as she heard him mutter 'bloody hell' on his way down the hall. "Some things never change… Now, to find some clothes…"