A/N: Oh God. Spike fighting off demons with baby in hand? Just had massive Charming feels as I finished rewatching Angel.

Anyway, howdy team!

Like, first time scenes are the most awkward things to write, ever.

And I've now written two of them.

-.-

Did you know there was once a time when I wrote fics that weren't at all smutty and contained literally no sexual references? Hehe. Good times...

And I've just realised I am seriously bad at talking to people #selfconfidenceissuesthatIlegitlyamforcingmyselftogetover. And I've realised that when I'm really nervous it's near impossible for me to write. I needed to order some piano books and I didn't want to call and so it took me way too long to write this. Then after I did it, cause the guy was really nice on the phone, I was just like. BAM! Chapter done.

But anyway, this chapter is ginourmous. Even without this long ass Author's Note. And for some of you it may not be your cup of tea, but LieutenantDuckling for a fair bit of it. Just, once you hit the 2 Years and 2 Months Ago part, it's pretty much feeding my inner CaptainSwan.

But thank you as always to you guys! For following, favouriting, reviewing and being epic. Cookies all round!

Enjoy! xx


Serentai

When Evie awoke early the next morning, there were a pile of girls standing in her doorway. None were jumping on her because they were worried she was still sick, but surprisingly, the sun was out today, and despite feeling a little sore, Evie actually felt okay. Or at least, better than she had for the past couple of days.

She swung herself off the bed and the girls' faces all broke into smiles.

"Alright girls, get dressed. We're going to Serentai."

xxx

2 Years and 3 months ago.

"Guards! Seize him!"

Felix's arms were taken by two guards and he was dragged in surprise into the throne room, Evie protesting as she ran after them. But Snow and David were livid, their eyes fiery. Felix was deposited at the foot of their thrones and Snow and David stood before him; staring him down.

"Evie…" Snow was saying, walking over to her with her eyes staring at her pitifully. "Did you know?"

"I…I swear I…"

"Please, Your Highness. Do not punish the Princess. This was my fault."

"That it most certainly was," David said, staring Felix down. "Who are you then? An assassin? A spy?"

"Neither, Your Majesty," Felix answered. "I merely wanted to make Princess Evie happy."

"You did," King David answered. "But we cannot welcome an imposter into our family. We will spare your life, but you are banished from our kingdom."

"But Your Highness –"

"I am your king, Evelyn," he said, turning to her, not angry, but firm. "And this boy will not marry you."

"Then I will not marry anyone!" Evie cried out, walking from the room. But before she got to the door, Felix had pushed his way past the guards and was lurching at Evie. Perhaps the king and queen thought he was attacking her, but he simply reached for the star around her neck and tugged it sharply, the clasp of her necklace breaking apart as he took the charm in his hand.

His face was apologetic in that moment before he disappeared.

Evie cried out in frustration and shock. How dare he! He just took away any chance she had at escape! Snow tried to reach for her, still astounded by what had just happened, but Evie was crumpling to the floor in the doorway. Broken. That star was the only way she could get to Pan…

"Evie…"

"Get off me!" she cried, pushing Snow away. "You're evil! Both of you! How dare you force me to do this! How dare you! How dare they!"

Everyone present in that room knew that she was yelling at her own parents, long gone though they were. She was sick of that decree they'd issued – that promise that Evie must be married by her sixteenth birthday. She stood up angrily and exited the room without a word.

"Prince Fiyori," Evie heard Snow mention as she ran from the room. "He'll be kind to her."

"Just make sure he's actually a Prince this time, Snow."

xxx

Present Day

"So, you're out and about?"

"Don't look at me like that, Killian," Evie said as they walked along the street. They'd hopped off the ferry and were now venturing into Serentai through the markets. The girls were stopping at various stalls, armed with a few gold coins from Killian's seemingly endless coffers.

"I just thought…"

"They need this. I'm here for them."

"Oh," Killian's face fell. "I thought it might have been a show of defiance. I reckon it would do him good, you know. To show him that you're not his."

That wouldn't be such a bad idea, Evie thought sadly. If only she wasn't protecting all the girls around them. She was making sure to keep a count of everyone in her sights.

"We can leave them for a while, you know," Killian suggested as they strolled through the markets. "Sarah's got a good hold on Ash, and Alessia and Flora are quite capable of manning the fort."

"But what about Tara and Kala!" Evie protested. "They need me to look after them! I can't just abandon them!"

"Whoa, love," Killian said, trying to calm her down. "You've been out of it for two days and they've made some friends. They're settled in fine, and you really need a drink. You're tense in all sorts of places."

"And how would you know that," Evie frowned, still unsure.

"Because I know you," he smirked back. "I could always ease the tension with a nice massage."

"One handed?" she asked doubtfully. "In your dreams, Hook."

"Sadly, yes," he sighed before steering her towards the closest tavern. He paused to pass on the message to Sarah, Alessia and Flora that they were having a respite and they nodded in understanding before Killian pushed Evie into the establishment and they took seats at a corner in the back table. The minute someone walked past, Killian called out.

"Lass! My friend and I would like a bottle of rum."

"For old times' sake?" Evie grinned reluctantly. It was almost four years ago when he'd snuck her out of the castle for that drink.

"For old times' sake," he answered as the girl he had summoned spun around, a little tensely. The girl's blonde curls swung with her. Killian firstly was surprised by the soft beauty of her before he realised exactly who he was looking at.

"Oh lookie here," Killian said with a wide smirk. "Little Miss Perfect is out wandering the town. Even dressing the part. If I hadn't known any better I'd have thought you were a tavern wench…Emma."

"Killian?!" her eyes widened in shock before they drifted to the girl beside him. "Evie!"

"Emma!" Evie's mouth dropped open in shock. The pieces didn't add up. Why was Emma here? Quite plainly…working…

She put the tray down as they all took in each other's appearances. Killian was grinning like it was all some big joke. Evie was uncomfortable and Emma, quite frankly, was just happy to see them.

"So, the king and queen finally kicked you out then," Killian smirked.

"Yes, well, when they found out I was unmarriageable…" Emma rolled her eyes. "I ran away for my own protection. They were going to keep me holed up there like a prisoner for the next five years because some attack is brewing or some shit like that."

"And you just so happen to be here?" Killian said with a wide grin. It was curious, Evie had never seen him so happy. And he was, he honestly looked like all his Christmases had come at once. "I have to admit. When they said you'd gone missing eight months ago, I was worried."

He'd known Emma had gone missing and he hadn't told her?!

"There was the assumption between my parents that I'd eloped. But of course, they couldn't think of anyone with whom it could be," Emma grinned. Evie felt completely out of it at that point, but things started to add up when she heard that.

"You two? No…" Her mouth fell open in shock once more. Emma grinned sheepishly and Killian perked his eyebrow suggestively.

"Well," Evie said, slipping off her chair awkwardly, "I'm going to let you two catch up whilst I do some collective birthday shopping."

"Don't blow all my savings!"

"Please, Hook," Evie laughed, "They're unlimited."

xxx

2 Years and 2 Months Ago

"Princess!"

"What the –" Emma looked up at him in horror. "Do you want to get caught?" she hissed. "My ass is on the line here!"

"I didn't send you the message," he said, walking off the gangplank. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw the Jewel of the Realm from my window."

"And you've been staring out your window for ten months straight?"

"It was a long ten months…" she trailed off with a sigh as she waited for Killian to come and meet her where she was leaning against the cabin. "Was it as long for you?"

"It felt like longer," he admitted, closing the space between them. He ran his fingers through her hair delicately before skimming his roughened hands along her cheek. "I missed you."

"And of course you know I didn't miss you," Emma said with a wide grin. In the darkness however, Killian missed her grin and the words sent a shiver of fear through him. She didn't miss him…

"Killian, what's the matter?" Emma frowned as she felt his hand shy away from her face.

"Nothing, I just thought…"

"You think too much," she said, running her hands up his shirt. It was warm and so the outer layers of his uniform had been left upon his ship. "Now it's time for your welcome home present."

She pulled him forward and placed her lips gently on his. At first he was hesitant, but as he threaded a hand through her hair and the other around her waist, she brought herself closer, bending into him and kissing him with all she had. Ten months was definitely much too long.

"God, I missed you," Emma murmured into his lips.

"So, you did miss me?" Killian growled.

"Didn't I just say that?" she raised her eyebrow as he pulled away to look at her, before he began to devour her lips once again.

When he finally pulled away, it was to lay his forehead upon hers and whisper, "Happy Birthday Princess."

"Something for my birthday, Jones?" she asked, looking up into his blue eyes. "I've know I've asked you before, but please, call me Emma."

xxx

Dinner the next evening was fairly uneventful. Except for the way that Killian and Emma had conveniently been placed side by side. And between courses his hand kept dipping below the table, tracing patterns on her knee.

Numerous times, Emma had to stop herself from laughing, earning looks from the Captain and her parents. Killian's, of course, was simply giving her a knowing smirk. He knew exactly where she was ticklish now…

Dinner ended on a high note, with their chef's brilliant chocolate pudding. Emma made dead certain to accidentally leave some sauce on her lips and have to lick it from her lips, purposefully eyeing Killian whilst her parents were distracted. Killian felt his pants tightening with the simple motion.

He leant over then, knowing they probably needed to stop before things got any further. Only, what he whispered in her ear wasn't exactly deterring. "Did you turn sixteen and suddenly become the greatest tease known to man?"

Smirking, she turned her head around so that it would merely seem as though they were whispering to each other, her hair shrouding the view of her teeth that were nibbling on his earlobe, "Can't handle it, Jones?"

His restraint was sorely being tested by the Princess in the seat beside him.

But then Captain Johnson distinctly changed the tone of their conversation by enquiring about Princess Evelyn's wedding day.

"Two months tomorrow," Emma answered, a touch of bitterness in her words. Two months tomorrow, Evie would be married to Prince Fiyori. A man of few words with wandering hands.

"Of course you are invited, should you make Port then."

"I believe we are scheduled to be in a foreign Kingdom.

Emma wished she were too. She didn't want to watch her friend face that. But at the same time, she didn't want to leave her alone.

"Where is she now?" Killian murmured in Emma's ear.

"In his kingdom. Trying to like his parents. Which is an impossible feat."

"Emma!"

"Pardon me mother," Emma said, without the faintest blush. "Perhaps I've had too much wine. If you'll excuse me, I might retire."

Her mother was absolutely speechless, but still all the men rose as Emma did, and King David said, "Perhaps we should also retire to the seating room to discuss the plans for your next trip, Captain."

"I shall escort the Princess to her room and be there shortly, Captain."

None of the adults blinked at Killian's apparent show of good form. He held his arm out and Emma took it dutifully, parading up the stairs together making polite small talk. Of course, as soon as they were in the corridor of her room, and he knew no one was around, he was pinning her to the wall and Emma was gratefully moaning into his mouth as he clutched at her waist tightly.

"You could lead a sailor to his doom, love," he groaned as his lips kissed down her neck.

"Actually, I thought I was leading you to my room," Emma whispered, her green eyes shining.

"Careful, Princess," Killian smirked, pulling away from her as she gave a sigh of disappointment. "I wouldn't want to besmirch your honour."

"Well maybe my honour wants to be besmirched," Emma muttered, purposefully not low enough so that Killian wouldn't hear. God, she really was not helping him keep his head.

"Where's your room, Jones?" Emma asked casually as they arrived at her door.

"You'll not get that out of me, Princess," he said with a knowing smirk.

"You could always come in here," Emma said, pressed against the doorway.

"I could," Killian answered. "Except I have some plans to go over and should I be found here, I'm not sure things will bode well for either of us."

"Fine then," Emma said, her face falling. "Will you say goodnight?"

"Not now, Princess," he replied, not knowing why continued with, "My room's on this floor, I'll be back later."

And her face lit up in a mischievous smile.

It was three hours later, long past everyone going to bed, that she heard the quiet knock on her door. Emma jumped up from the bed and was pulling open her door within seconds.

"I came to bid you goodnight Princess," Killian muttered lowly, taking a step in towards her before placing a gentle kiss on her lips and pulling away but she kept her hand on his and he saw that she hadn't changed into her night clothes as yet. "Did you stay up waiting for me?"

"I didn't have much else to do. Besides, my lady's maid is on holidays and this corset is awfully hard to get off on my own."

Killian swallowed. She was trying to kill him.

"Come in," she offered once more.

"Princess," he muttered lowly, staring at her lustfully. "If I come in there…I might not be able to stop myself from doing some…less than appropriate things with you."

"Screw propriety, Killian," she said quickly. He started. She'd never called him by his first name! It was always Lieutenant or Jones…

And then his lips were on hers, harsh and demanding, nothing like the innocent kiss he'd given her a few moments ago. She'd sensed it, the hidden dangers that lurked beneath his gentleness, and as he pushed her into her room and she shut the door, he pressed her up against it with a force that she cherished. He didn't treat her like she was about to be broken.

"Have you ever been with a man, Princess?"

Emma couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips, "Because I've met so many men in my life. And they were princes and knights anyway. They're too –"

"You'd be surprised how many princes are very skilled on their wedding nights, Princess." He was whispering into her skin on her collarbone, placing feather light kisses as he walked with her to the edge of the bed. "I'll ask again…"

Emma whimpered as he sucked on a place beneath her ear and she fell onto the mattress, his body following swiftly. His hands were running up her legs, fiery touches as he pushed past her knees to her thighs. "No," she barely whispered. Killian stilled atop her, before letting out a sigh of regret and pulling away. Her eyes went wide as she sat up in front of him. Undoubtedly, she looked an absolute mess, with her hair coming loose from her blonde braid and her skirt pushing her mid thigh where Killian had been running his hands.

And her face hardened in hurt, but not only that, it became resolute and fierce.

"So you're just going to leave me like this?" she hissed. "What, you aren't up to the job?"

"Emma," he growled, purposely not looking at her. "I'm trying to be a gentleman."

She crawled over to him at that point, and none too gently, pulled his head around to face her, pulling his lips to hers in a death defying kiss. Biting down on his lower lip, she took his surprise as an opportunity to push him down onto his back and climb atop him, straddling his waist as he stared up at her in shock.

"We both know you've never been a gentleman, Jones," Emma answered before pulling her dress over her head and watching Killian's eyes widen at her forwardness. It was only for a moment before his surety returned.

"Well, well, Princess," he said, "If I'd known you were so eager I would've taken you long before this."

"Shut up," she hissed, leaning down and taking his lips in hers to stop him from talking as she worked at the clasps of her corset. She was working from the top and Killian from the bottom, their hands meeting in the centre. Emma pulled away from Killian as she pushed the corset away from her and took in a breath of air before sliding her thin straps from her shoulder and letting her under dress fall to her waist. Killian's sharp intake of breath made her smirk, and she pulled the dress over her head, leaving her only in her panties.

Emma thought Killian would be hyperventilating by then, but when his fingers touched her hip, their breathing seemed to switch. Leaning down on him, she felt his hands wandering up her skin, tracing lines up her spine before lightly skimming the underside of her breast.

"I just undressed myself for you, Jones," Emma murmured into his lips. "Take all the liberties with me that you want."

"I don't know," he whispered back with a smirk plastered on his face. "I quite like you right where you are."

Emma chose that moment to roll her hips over the hard bulge in his breeches and give him a satisfied smirk with the way his hand tightened on her breast and his voice let out a low, "Fuck."

"Language, lieutenant!" Emma said, mocking shock. "What would your captain say?"

"Probably the exact same thing Milady," Killian grinned. "But I don't intend to let him anywhere near you."

"Oh?"

"You're right. I do want to take liberties with you."

With that, she was on her back against her pillows, Killian hovering over her as he pressed himself on every inch of her that he could find. His lips touched her burning skin, his teeth grazing and biting as his tongue traced patterns over her. Taking a nipple into his mouth, she arched into his body, a wanton moan leaving her mouth. He grunted his approval, letting his hands wander lower.

She let out a gasp when she felt him touch her through her panties, the pleasure of finally having some relief more than she could bear. God, if the barest touch was doing this…

"Please Killian," she groaned as he pulled his hand away. "Please…"

He was back to kissing her neck, up to her ear where he whispered, "The first time you come apart, I want it to be with me inside of you, touching you and filling you with all I have to offer."

She couldn't offer him any more than a buck of her hips as she sought more relief. Killian chuckled before moving to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the ground. But before he had a chance to put his hands on his breeches ties, Emma was already there, the ties undone and pushing them down over his hard length. He watched her eyes widen as she caught sight of him and she swallowed, quite plainly a little intimidated.

"That's meant to go…"

He pulled her forward then, his hand threading in her hair as she kissed her softly, "I'll be gentle, Princess."

"Emma," she corrected, feeling relieved by the tenderness of him. He delicately pulled her panties down her legs until they were lying with the rest of their clothes. He then kissed his way up her naked body, planting himself back at her lips as his fingers traced over her wetness.

Being the first time anybody had ever touched her there, Emma shivered in pleasure. "How can it hurt when it feels this good?" she breathed as he rolled his fingers over her clit. Killian sighed for a moment before saying, "I'm going to take you now Emma, if you'll let me."

"God, yes," she groaned, shifting against his hand. She felt him nudging at her with his cock, and slowly stretching her. A discomfort settled into her. And then the pain hit.

"Ah!" She used her own hand to bite down on as she tried to cut off her scream, but Killian's fingers were back on her then, combating the pain with pleasure. He kissed her, trying to stop the pain. And he didn't shift for a while, until Emma felt the pain fade into a dull ache.

"Okay. I'm okay," she murmured into his lips. And he moved, just barely, giving her the friction she needed to groan. Eventually, all thoughts of pain faded as she felt pleasure building in the pit of her stomach. He was sliding into her pleasurably and all conscious thought seems lost on her as she strained for something elusive. "What…"

"Come for me, love," he murmured, his forehead on hers. "Come for me."

"I…ah, Killian…" she shuddered as her orgasm gripped her. Her hand gripped his arms to support herself, and he stilled, thinking it might be too much for her. She looked up at him in awe. "That was amazing…I don't know how I ever…" He leant down and kissed her once more before he began to move again, feeling her walls surrounding him. He let out a groan as she began to meet him with each thrust.

"Fuck, Emma, you're so tight."

Emma didn't know as much as he did, but judging by the way he was stretching her so deliciously, she could guess. And God, his words just turned her on that much more.

She was clutching hard at the muscles of Killian's back as he thrusted into her, his breath coming out in warm pants upon her face as she held onto him with all her strength, giving leverage against his movements as he filled her over and over.

Every time she moaned, she would dig a little deeper and his thrusts would get a little sharper, his hands wandering further, his lips attaching to the skin of her flesh with a suction that had her bending into his every will.

She came once more, fluttering around him with high pitched moans. And when he came it was with a guttural groan, "Emma," he whispered as he emptied himself into her, slowing as he finally sank down into the mattress with her. "Emma."

She placed a soft kiss on his chest before cuddling into him, completely sated and completely happy.

"Thank you Killian," Emma murmured.

"You're very welcome, Princess," he answered, holding her in his arms as he pulled the blanket over the two of them. Both of them knew he couldn't stay til morning, lest he be caught. But he could stay for now.

And stay he did.