A/N: My darling nfbagelperson (on tumblr) donated to my fundraiser for the American Cancer Society, and this is my little way of saying thank you. So here's some Dark Hollow Divergent smut. Hope you like it, dear!

Of course Emma and Neal volunteered to start working on trapping the shadow - and Killian immediately joined them, knowing both the importance and the danger of their task. As they stood inside the cave that was Neal's former home (with the coconut that would serve as the shadow's cage in hand) they planned their next move.

Killian had known at the outset they would eventually end up at the Dark Hollow, and as much as he didn't want to venture there, he certainly wouldn't let Emma and Neal go alone - if not only because he felt like he'd been punched in the gut anytime he saw them together, the petty jealousy flaring up into his chest and constricting around his throat.

Though he'd spent many years thinking fondly of Baelfire, even desperately wishing to fill the role of father-figure to the young son of his former love, it was sometimes difficult to remember that the man standing before him - and that young lad from his memories were indeed the same person.

The two men slung barbed comments and semi-insults back and forth at each other as they trekked through the jungle toward their goal. Snow had warned Emma as they left that the two of them having feelings for her could be dangerous, but she had shrugged it off - unable to think of anything other than the task at hand, and hoping they would be able to do the same.

Before long they found themselves at the edge of the hollow - menacing and twisted trees with bark that looked either darkly charred or ashy grey, all in a backdrop of blood red sky. Killian's stomach dropped. He'd managed to avoid this place for all his many years on the island, and with good reason, the hollow was home to the victims of pan's shadow - and he certainly didn't want to become one of those wretched souls.

The wind picked up fiercely and howled as it rushed through the limbs of the trees, snuffing out their lantern as soon as they'd stepped in. Luckily Neal had some kind of a flint with him, but he was struggling nonetheless to get it to work. Killian grew impatient with his fumbling attempts and stepped in to try to do it himself, but it led to a juvenile squabble that sent the damn thing flying out of both their hands.

"Really?" she said exasperatedly as the men went in search of the small silver object.

Just then a familiar rush of cold sliced through the air - sending a shiver up Killian's spine. It was here.

"Is that Pan's shadow?" Emma yelled over the roaring winds as they all drew swords on the creature. It was swirling above them, and though it maintained the outline of a human, it almost looked like black smoke save for the two bright white spots of it's eyes.

He knew they needed a distraction. If he could draw it's attention long enough, it would free up Emma and Neal to stop defending themselves and get the candle lit. And should the worst happen - and his shadow be ripped from him… well, at least she'd still have Neal, and the boy would have his father.

Without a moment's hesitation he jumped out in front of them, arms outstretched as he goaded the creature on.

"Right here!" he yelled and the creature turned toward him - diving in close enough to nearly knock him backward, but his feet stayed firmly planted as his lips twisted into a wicked taunting grin.

"S'that the best you've got?" He teased, glancing back at others - hoping they'd understood his purpose. They were gaping at him, Neal's brow furrowed in confusion and Emma's mouth slightly open in shock. They had stood there, dumbfounded at his brash decision and hadn't made a move to light the candle. Sudden recognition flashed on Neal's face as he turned to continue searching for the lighter.

"Emma! The candle!" Neal called out to her, shaking her from her stupor just as the shadow dove for Killian again, this time picking him up and slamming him into a nearby tree.

His limbs were flailing wildly as the demon held him nearly 20 feet in the air, his back grinding against the hard bark as he tried desperately to get free of the creature's grasp. Neal was still searching frantically for the lighter, but to no avail, and Emma knew she'd have to rely on her magic if she wanted to save Killian.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus all her energy on lighting the flame, but a sudden scream made them pop open to see Killian thrashing as the shadow pulled at him. She could actually see his shadow being torn out of his body - his face twisted in agony as a hideous ripping sound split the air.

He'd endured plenty of pain in his life, but this was truly horrifying. He could see his shadow being taken right out of him - feeling the seams of his body and soul being torn apart before he closed his eyes - the torment overcoming him as his vision ran white. And then he was just falling, for what felt like a very long time.

His eyes snapped open as he tried desperately to breathe - it was as if he was drowning, but he wasn't in the water. The moment his chest expanded with his lungs half-full he felt a searing jab - just as if he'd been stabbed and he sputtered and gasped. It took a few moments for him to catch his breath - the shallow pants getting him just enough oxygen as he took in his surroundings. He was in a sort of makeshift tent, he tried to turn to the side to see more, and his knee buckled under the pain of what was surely a broken leg.

"Easy," Emma soothed - splaying her hand over his chest to keep him down. "You got tagged pretty good there."

Despite all the pain he knew he should be experiencing - the only thing that mattered was her warm fingers pressed into the skin just over his heart. If she were paying attention she would likely feel the erratic hammering underneath her touch.

Her eyes found his, and she looked gorgeous as ever, but tired - and he realized that they were back at camp, which means they must have carried him back, all that way. His brow creased in concern, realizing what a burden it must've been, but the way she looked at him… full of concern and worry… He felt breathless again, but for a completely different reason.

"That was pretty stupid, even for you. Why did you do it?" The last part came out breathier than she had intended, but it was difficult to maintain her tough girl persona when she was so utterly flummoxed by the man before her.

She knew his reputation, of course, and not just the Disney version with the waxed mustache and the perm, but the "real" version as well. The tales of the vicious and cutthroat pirate who'd killed dozens of men without a second thought and only did what was best for himself. And yet, he'd come back to help them save Henry, offered his ship, trekked alongside them, helped find a cure for her Father's dreamshade poisoning and now… He'd almost died, again. Offering himself up to the demon as if he were nothing more than bait.

She wasn't sure she was ready to say it out loud, but watching him fall to the ground heavily after the shadow was pulled into the candlelight, crumpled in a broken heap of leather, disturbingly still - it made her realize that he meant something to her. She was absolutely terrified when she thought he might be dead, all of their chemistry and their potential lay there on the ground with his body, motionless.

He scratched nervously behind his ear - trying to determine the level of honesty that would be most appropriate.

"Better me than the lad's father. Besides, without the one-handed pirate with a drinking problem the rum stores will fare better on the return journey," he tried to infuse some humor into his tone, but found his strength waning as the words ran oddly flat and melancholy.

He swallowed thickly as her expression shifting into something unreadable.

"And what about you? You used to only care about yourself," Emma asked. The memory of their conversation on the docks before they departed flashing through his mind.

Perhaps I just needed reminding that I could.

"Lass, the last person to care about my life died centuries ago."

Milah. Had it really been that long? At times it felt every second of those hundreds of years, and at others it felt like mere moments ago.

"That's not true." Her soft voice pulled at him before he fell headlong into the memories that always sucked him into a swirl of anger and pain.

"I'm sorry?" He stuttered, thinking he must've misheard her. Emma's walls were far too high to allow her to say something that… honest? Kind? He wasn't sure exactly what the word was.

"I don't know what this" she gestured between the two of them, "is, but when I saw you after… in the hollow… I just…" she was struggling to find a way to say it, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as he brought her hand to his face gently. "I care about you, Killian."

His heart swelled at her words, the sound of his given name coming from her lips was something he would treasure. She cared for him. He broke into a wide grin - so wide his cheeks started to burn from the force of it. Seeing him smile sent a burst of joy through her chest, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"You do?" He asked nervously.

She just nodded in return. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her, and he sat up to reach for her, forgetting his injuries. The pain slammed into him all at once and he grimaced. Emma glanced down at him sympathetically, bringing her hands over his injured ribs and closing her eyes - the corners crinkling with her focus.

He felt a sudden warmth where her hands hovered over him, a pleasant tingling replacing the lingering pain. She trailed her fingers down to his broken leg, he could feel the bone stitching itself back together as she worked. It was disconcerting, but it didn't hurt, and before long she'd moved on to other injuries he didn't even know he had. His right ankle, his left shoulder, his jaw.

She lingered there at his jaw and he saw her staring at his lips. He desperately wanted to kiss her, but he thought better of it - not wanting to scare her away, not now that she'd confessed that she had feelings for him. But just then she descended on him, her lips crashing into his, tongues curling around each other in a frantic dance.

His hand came up to cup the back of her head, holding her in place as he returned her kiss, pouring all of himself into her, trying to memorize the way she tasted of cinnamon and vanilla, the feeling of her tongue massaging his own. He fully expected her to come to her senses any moment now, just the way she had after he'd returned with her father. But she didn't pull away.

Instead she climbed up onto him, her legs astride his hips, her arms on either side of his head while she continued kissing him.

He groaned into her mouth as he brought his hand to her waist and she rocked into his touch. He hardened further under her, hissing at the immense pressure that was building. It would either take miles of walking in the cool night air or a few minutes alone with his hand to relieve the tension she was building. She must've felt it, but she still didn't stop.

His lust-fogged mind cleared for just enough to remember where they were, and he regrettably pulled his lips from hers, his heart breaking at the way she tried to chase him for a moment.

"Love… Not that I… ugh" she was sucking at his neck now, distracting him with a swirl of her tongue along the column of his throat, "I'm not complaining - but the others…"

Gods above he just wanted to say "hang the others, don't ever stop," but he also didn't much like the idea of David walking in on them and running him through.

She only lifted her lips from his collarbone long enough to whisper into his ear, "Scouting a fresh lead, won't be back for a couple hours."

"A fresh lead? Why aren't you with them?" She'd been running herself ragged trying to get to her son, why would she suddenly stay behind?

"I couldn't…" she had that look in her eyes again, the one he couldn't quite figure out, and even as he tried they darted back down to his lips. "You were still unconscious. I couldn't leave you."

"Why, love?" He still couldn't believe she would willingly stay behind in the search for her son.

"I already told you, Pirate," she smacked him on the shoulder playfully. "I care about you. So quit with the almost dying, already."

"Say it again love," he was kissing her hand, trailing his soft lips up her wrist and arm, making his way up to the soft skin between her neck and her collarbone.

"I care about you," she kissed his jaw as she said it and he moaned.

"Again," he commanded, sending a bolt of desire straight to her core. She could see him boldly leading his crew with a voice like that. Hell, she'd do anything he asked as long as he said it like that.

"I care." She whispered it into his ear and he shuddered at the sound and the feeling of her hot breath on his skin.

"And I for you, Emma."

He brought his lips to hers again and sighed into the kiss. And good lord could he kiss. With each swipe of his tongue against hers she felt her walls come crashing down. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of him. She found herself rocking into him mindlessly, her hips grinding against his as her body sought the friction her mind hadn't yet realized it needed.

She could feel the hard outline of him pressing into her core through their layers of clothes and she was almost dizzy with desire - wishing she had enough control of her magic to simply poof away the obstacles between them.

It was such a rush - the both of them simply indulging in the feeling of one another, all sliding hands and writhing bodies. Her fingers working their way through the dark hairs on his chest, down the hard plane of his stomach. And that's when they noticed it.

"Did you…" he looked down to see himself completely naked under her, and she was only in her practical black bra and panties. His breath caught as he took her in, all pale creamy skin, her golden hair looking almost white in the silver glow of the Neverland air. He lifted his arms to run his fingers through it, using his other arm to catch some with his hook and push it over her shoulder to expose her neck to him.

He licked and sucked at her pulse point as she reached back to unclasp the garment and slip it down her arms, pushing his back flat to the ground once more.

"Seven hells, lass…" he was unabashedly staring at her now, his gaze growing feral as his eyes roved her lithe form, her nipples forming stiff peaks under his attention before he tentatively skimmed his fingers up her side, along her ribs and to her breasts, testing the weight of it in his cupped hand before turning his wrist to gently palm and squeeze.

She moaned and rocked in his lap, earning a hiss from him as she ground against his uncomfortably hard length.

"So gorgeous, love," his thrust upward with his hips as he said it, and she knew she couldn't wait any longer. She pushed herself up and stood over him, feet still on either side of his narrow hips. His heart froze as he thought for a moment she was going to leave him now, collect her clothing and walk away - reason finally winning out.

But then she looked him up and down, his black hair mussed from her hands tugging at it, his sapphire eyes shining through the darkness, his skin unnaturally pale in the low light, marked with so many scars - the physical evidence of his long and turbulent life, the dark smattering of hair on his chest, trailing down his toned stomach in a thin line until blooming out again between his legs where his manhood jutted out proudly, long, thick and fully at attention. She licked her lips at the sight, wanting to run her tongue over the silky flesh, feel him throb as she chased his pulse up to the tip.

She hooked her thumbs under her panties, shimmying her hips to work the material down her legs, and he bit his lip impatiently, eagerly awaiting her return. She bent low again, straddling his hips once more, rubbing her wet center up his arousal, coating him with it.

He bit his tongue in surprise at the intensity of the feeling, she was so warm and slick, and all it would take is one tilt of his hips to drive into her welcoming heat and claim her as his own. She smirked at him, sitting back enough to trail kisses down that dark path of hair until her lips closed around the tip of him.

"Emma!" He cried out, his hand springing to her hair, holding her tightly as his arm shook with the effort it took for him to hold himself on that edge - not letting the pleasure overtake him as she slowly moved downward until her nose pressed against that thatch of hair. The noises he made were nearly inhuman as she tongued him, driving him mad with every movement before she suddenly crawled back up him, taking him in hand as she positioned herself over him, dragging him through her soaking folds several times before sinking down, keening as he slipped into her.

His hips rushed up of their own accord to meet her until he was pressed to the hilt. She cried out in a moment of pain, he felt so much larger like this than he did in her mouth - pushed so deeply into her that she stretched to accommodate him fully. He remained deathly still inside her, allowing her a moment to adjust to him - and then she sighed, a strange noise, really. It wasn't a breathy moan, or a needy plea, but a contented sigh, as if she'd finally come home after a long and arduous journey. His heart made the same sound the moment she'd admitted her feelings.

"Please, Killian," the desperation had returned to her tone as she rolled her hips into him. His self-control snapped and he bucked up into her, their pace quickly turning frenzied as they met each other thrust for thrust - their bodies immediately falling into a decadent dance of passion.

The push and pull, the rich drag of him sliding along her inner walls sent them both into a heady cloud of bliss, all else fading away but the exquisite torture of climbing higher, coming closer and closer to that golden peak together.

He wanted nothing more than to stay like this for eternity - this glorious goddess riding him hard, taking so much pleasure in the joining of their bodies and souls. She had bewitched him, and he could die happy if this was all he would ever receive in return for his affections.

Her mouth hung open in a silent plea, her head falling back, allowing her golden hair to cascade down her back in luscious waves as she swirled and rocked against him. And just as he thought she couldn't be any more beautiful, she reached down and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her mouth and pulling in two of his fingers while he arched an eyebrow at her. She hollowed her cheeks to suck on them harshly before releasing them with a wet pop. His mouth ran dry as she pulled his hand down to the place where they were joined, urging him to touch her.

He quickly found her sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing light little circles into her while he gauged her reactions until he found just the right movement and the perfect amount of pressure.

"Oh, God, yes…" her head fell forward, catching the intensity in his eyes before she glanced down to see his fingers working her, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm. "God… yes!"

He smirked up at her, giving a particularly hard thrust, "Killian will do, love."

As much as she wanted to roll her eyes at him, she couldn't do anything but moan as his intensity picked up.

"Want to hear you say it again," the demanding tone had returned to his voice, "Want you to scream my name as you fall apart around me."

And with him moving like that inside her, touching her like that, and talking like that - she had no choice in the matter, her body making the decision for her. That tight cord of pleasure finally snapped as she bucked wildly against him, her walls clenching around him as bright lights burst behind her eyes.

"Killian!" She cried out his name as she shuddered through her orgasm, the force of it dragging him over the edge with her. He felt every muscle in his body tense up, but he pushed through it, determined to press as deeply into her still fluttering walls as he could before he felt himself begin to pulse inside her, filling her with his warmth as he grunted and groaned until they were both completely spent.

They stayed there for a long time, just letting their breathing calm back down. She curled up on his chest as best she could without allowing him to slip out of her, which he was grateful for. He wanted to hold onto her for as long as he could, not wanting to feel the cold on his body anymore than the cold in his heart.

She'd melted away the years of icy resolve with just a few interactions, but this - this was something he would never recover from, and to be honest, he really didn't want to.

He found his coat within distance of his hook, twisting it to catch the collar, pulling it over them as a blanket. They fell asleep like that for some time, and when the woke up about an hour later, they dressed silently and quickly, cleaning up the tent just as the others came back. They were none the wiser about what had happened between the two (save for Emma's magic clearly healing his injuries), but a keen observer would have caught the knowing glances and smirks.