It was just after the final battle with the Wicked Witch. Emma still couldn't believe it. She had a True Love. And it was Captain Hook. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that this would be her life.
She leaned in against him. His hand stroked her hair. It was nice just to be in his arms. Everything else would come later, but for tonight, she was just happy that they were both safe and alive. Her hand brushed over his chest. Killian winced.
"Killian, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, love," he said.
"It's not nothing," said Emma. "Let me see."
Her hand moved the the waistband of his pants, and she began untucking his shirt. He put his hand over hers. "Emma."
She brushed him off and slowly pulled his shirt off only to see a long bloody gash running through the center of his chest. Emma gasped. "How did that happen?"
"One of the Witch's infernal beasts," said Killian.
Emma ran her fingers alongside the gash, trying to gauge how serious it was. Killian bit his lower lip.
Then the most astonishing thing happened. The wound began to close, the skin healing almost instantaneously. The pain was gone.
Killian's hand moved to cup her cheek. "You healed me, my love."
Emma blinked. She was still unfamiliar with her magic, but the way he said love made her remember what Gold had told her about magic the previous year.
You have to feel it. Who are you protecting?
She was protecting her home. Her True Love. Killian Jones.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
"You're bloody brilliant, amazing," he said reverently.
Emma ran her finger along his chest. There was no new car that joined the others. His body was covered in them, all of them faded but still visible, crisscrossing in complicated patterns. Here was a map of the last 300 years of his life, and she wanted nothing more than to memorize every single line, and kiss away the pain and replace it with love.
She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his blue. And then she was kissing him.
His hand moved to cup the back of her head, his hooked arm wrapping around her waist. Her fingers stroked through his hair as she deepened the kiss, tongue flicking out and tracing along his lower lip.
Killian groaned, and his grip on her tightened. After all those months of missing her, remembering her, and loving her, she had finally chosen him. He had found his home.
His hand slid down her back, slipping beneath her shirt to caress her heated skin. He pulled her closer to him, shifting on the sofa so that he was on top of her. "Emma, my love," he whispered against her flesh. His hand stroking her breast, eliciting a moan.
Emma arched into his touch, and Killian was kissing her again, thumb circling her pert nipple has it stiffened beneath him. His hook slipped into the one of the belt loops of her jeans. Emma arched her lower back, allowing draw her jeans down her legs.
She shimmied out of them and kicked them to the floor as she returned his feverish kisses. The coldness of his hook running along her thigh sent shivers down her spine.
His hand lingered at the waistband of her panties.
"Please," she whimpered.
Killian was only happy to oblige, removing the undergarment, and slipping a finger into her folds and stroking her center. She arched into his touch, silently begging for more. "Oh, Emma." He said her name like a prayer before trailing kisses along her collar bone, continuing his tender ministrations.
Emma moaned as wave after wave of pleasure came until she was over the edge. "Killian," she cried, her hands moving to the laces of his pants. "Please." She palmed his arousal as she unfastened the laces until he was free and clear.
Then he was inside her with one, two, three firm strokes. They took up the rhythm of the age old dance, melding together as one. Their hands were everywhere all at once as they rode wave after wave of ecstasy, until they fell apart together.
When he slipped out of her, he took care keep her in his arms, and they stayed like that for a long moment before Emma guided him to her bedroom. And they collapsed in exhaustion from the trials of the day, curled together, protecting each other. As they always would.
