As always, thank you for your kind reviews.I love all of you that pointed out that Blackbeard was a real person and I feel like I have to say I did know that and tell you this fun fact about the author: My family ancestry has been traced pretty thoroughly and Captain Morgan (the guy from the rum bottle that was a real pirate) is my 12th great grand uncle!So maybe my love of pirate stories is a family trait.

Anyway, this chapter is 100% written because I loved bar wench!Emma and jealous!Killian so much.Enjoy!

Emma walked through the door into the dimly lit tavern and surveyed the room. She spotted Killian sitting with Martin and a few of the crew that he insisted they needed to accompany him in case extra protection was needed. He told her that the men could be trusted to act as though they didn't know her, his crew had no love lost for Flint.

She locked eyes with him and he nodded to the other side of the room. Emma looked where he had indicated and knew she would have no trouble identifying Flint. The pirate captain was seated with some of his crew and an assortment of beautiful wenches. For a moment Emma's nerves got the best of her and she wanted nothing more than to abandon the plan altogether but she had convinced him that she could do this and she couldn't back out now. She gave Killian a wink and sauntered over to where Flint sat on the other side of the room.

"Mind if I join you?" Emma asked as she approached the table. She had laced her dress tighter than usual and Captain Flint clearly appreciated the results. His eyes went to her chest as a smile curved on his lips.

"Of course, my dear," he said. He patted the shoulder of a girl sitting beside him. "Be a good girl and go get us some drinks."

The girl stood up and shot a glaring look at Emma as she headed to the bar. Flint has his arm around another girl but he let her go and turned his full attention to Emma as she slid into the seat next to him. The wench scoffed in outrage.

"Calm down, woman," Flint snapped over his shoulder at her. "Let's not be rude our new friend. What's your name?"

"Leia," Emma lied. Flint was already making her task easier by putting his arm around her and pulling her in close. He smelled strongly of rum and ale and Emma was glad that she was seated with her back to Killian. Playing the temptress would have been difficult if she had to see him.

"Pleased to meet you, Leia," he said. "I am Cap-"

"Captain Flint," she interrupted. "Of course I know who you are. Your reputation precedes you."

Flint and his men laughed. "My reputation? And what reputation is that?"

"They say you are the most fearsome captain on the sea," she purred.

"They are right, my dear," he said.

The girl brought to mugs of ale to the table and set them down. Emma picked up hers and drained half the contents, some of it dripping down her chin. She wiped it away with two fingers and placed them in her mouth to suck them clean. "Are you going to have a drink, Captain?"

Flint didn't take her eyes off her. "Lads, I trust you can entertain these women without me. Leave Leia and I alone." The men smiled and the women sulked as they found another place in the tavern.

"It was my fearsome reputation that brought you to my table?" Flint said when they were alone.

"Not only that," she said with a coy smile. "They also say you are as handsome as you are ruthless."

"And who says that?"

"Girls talk, Captain," she said, swallowing the rest of the ale.

"Perhaps I can interest you in something stronger," he said.

"Only if you think I can handle it," she teased.

"Something tells me you can handle quite a lot," he said, catching the eye of a barmaid. When she came over he told her to bring a bottle of rum and two glasses.

"So, how did you manage to build such a name for yourself, Captain Flint?" Emma asked. She raked her eyes over him in a way she hoped was seductive. In reality she was trying to locate where he might keep a magical bean on his person. She spotted a small pouch fastened to his hip on the opposite side that she was sitting on.

"My fearsome reputation was built by spilling the blood of my enemies," he said. "But being handsome is just something I was born with."

The barmaid placed two glasses and a full bottle of rum on the table. Emma leaned forward and poured them both a glass, giving him a view of the cleavage that spilled over the edge of her bodice. She sat back and handed him a glass and clinked hers against his.

"To furthering your reputation," she said. She tossed back the drink and felt the familiar burn in her throat.

"And what about yours?" he asked, swallowing his rum. Emma could tell that he had already been drinking for some time before she joined him. "Do you have a reputation that I should know about?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Emma seized the opportunity to place her arm around his waist and get closer to where she hoped she would find the bean.

"I would indeed," he said. "And I mean to find out."

His arm went around her and pulled him toward her, catching he off guard and crashing his mouth onto hers. Emma could taste the rum as his tongue pushed into her mouth. For a brief moment she felt panic and then she remembered that she was doing this for a reason. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other tried to unfasten the pouch at his hip. Suddenly she felt Flint being pushed backwards against his chair.

"Take your hands off her," Killian said darkly. Having pulled Flint off of her he sat calmly down at the table.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked angrily. She had almost had her hand on the bean!

"Putting a stop to this," Killian said. "You've made your point."

Emma gave him a bewildered look as Flint started laughing. "Does she belong to you, Hook?"

"I belong to no one," Emma said as she continued to glare at Hook.

"Aye," Killian said. "She's mine. A feisty one as you can tell."

"Killian, what are you doing?" Emma asked again.

"Oh, and she calls you Killian," Flint remarked. "This one must be special."

"Indeed she is, but tonight she forgets her place," Killian said. "We've been arguing and she thinks the best way to get a rise out of me is to flirt with a rival."

"It appears that she was right, mate."

"Come on, love. Let's take our leave of Captain Flint." Killian stood and dropped coins on the table before holding out his hand to Emma. "My apologies for the intrusion, this should cover your drinks for the night."

Emma could still hear Captain Flint laughing as Killian took her arm and led her out of the tavern. "What was that all about?" she asked irritably.

Killian didn't say anything but took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair. Emma was stunned for a moment and then hugged him back just a fiercely. When they finally broke apart Killian silently took her hand and led her back to his cabin on the Jolly Roger.

"Did something happen?" she asked him worriedly.

"No."

"Then what was that all about? Did you not think I could do it?"

"I know you could have," he said. "I was the one that couldn't go through with the plan."

"Why?" she asked, pacing the cabin. "I was so close to getting the bean! Another minute and I would have had it and we could already be on our way!"

"Because I couldn't bloody stand to see another man kiss you, Emma!" Killian almost shouted. "The plan sounded fine when I was the one you were seducing but when I saw him pull you in I had to put a stop to it."

"But everything I was doing was done so that I can run away with you! Did you think I wanted him to kiss me? I didn't even want to be near him!" she cried.

"I know, Emma," Killian said softly. He sat on the bed and looked at the floor. "It just wasn't worth seeing another man put his hands on you."

"What will we do now?"

"We will have to find another way to reach another land without a bean," he sighed.

"I thought the bean was the only way," she said.

"It's the only way that I know of that to bring the Jolly Roger," he said. "We will have to leave the ship behind."

"You would leave your ship behind for me?" she asked.

Killian looked up to meet her gaze. "Emma, I would leave behind everything for you. You continue to be surprised by my devotion so let me clarify. I am in love with you, Emma. I would give up everything I have known for the last three hundred years and go to the end of the world with you. I will be by your side as long as you will have me."

Emma's mouth dropped open at his words. For a moment she just stood on the other side of the room staring at him and letting his declaration of love wash over her. Of course she had been aware that he cared deeply for her but hearing him say in no uncertain terms that he was in love with her was something she hadn't been prepared for.

When she recovered from her initial shock she couldn't get to him fast enough. She crossed the room swiftly and pulled him towards her as her mouth greedily seized his. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and her hand began to frantically unbutton his vest. Killian raised his hook to the laces of her dress and tore through them. A few agonizingly slow moments later they were both free of their clothing and Emma was climbing onto the bed, pushing Killian down on his back.

"Not this way, Emma," Killian said, putting his hand on her arm. Their desperate pace suddenly was halted.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"Do you trust me, love?" he asked. She nodded. "Then let me have you on your back tonight."

"Killian, I …" she didn't know what to say. Emma wanted to give Killian everything he wanted from her but she couldn't quiet the fear. Killian was asking for her to lie beneath him the way she had laid beneath Hans. She recalled the feeling of being trapped, not being able to breath as his weight crushed her into the mattress. She suddenly pulled away from him and sat back on the bed against the wall. "Are you getting tired of me?"

"Emma, my love, I could never tire of you," Killian took her hand gently. "I won't make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable but I want to make love to you every way I can. You are worried that you won't have control but I assure you, you have full control over me."

"What if I don't like it?"

Killian smiled. "When I take my time with you is there anything I've done that you haven't enjoyed?"

"No."

"You decide what happens next, Emma," he said. "You decide when you're ready, you tell me to go faster or slower or deeper. Let me show you, love."

Emma closed her eyes and thought about how careful he had always been with her. He had always allowed her to decide. She was still unsure if she could let go of the control but she knew what she wanted to happen next. "Kiss me," she said.

Killian drew her towards him and slid his arm around her. Their lips touched gently and the desperation that they had felt moments ago was entirely gone. They kissed slowly and tenderly knowing that they had time to enjoy each other. Slowly Killian laid Emma back on the bed so her head was resting on the pillow. He sat on the bed beside her to avoid covering her body with his until she decided she was ready. His mouth kissed a line down her throat and Emma felt his tongue tasting her skin as he made his way to her breasts. He licked and nipped at both peaks until he drew a moan from Emma.

"Would you like me to go lower?" he asked.

"Yes." Killian moved to the end of the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He took one long, slender leg and kissed from her ankle up to her thigh and then did the same with her other leg. She whined each time when he came so close but didn't put his mouth where she ached for him.

"What is it, love?" he asked. "What do you want?"

"I want you to touch me," she said.

"I am touching you love," he said. He kneeled in front of her and pulled her lightly towards him, angling her hips up. He was hard and practically throbbing for her and he rubbed the tip at her entrance.

Emma gasped and Killian reached forward and pushed his thumb gently against her clit, drawing a cry from her.

"Look at me, Emma," he said. She opened her eyes and he saw that her green eyes were dilated with need. "What do you want, darling?"

"I want you inside me," she breathed. Killian slowly pressed his hips forward and sank into her. Once every inch was inside her he slowly withdrew and rubbed the tip of his cock over clit before repeating the process. With each stroke he saw the evidence of her growing arousal. The slow pace was intoxicating and Killian hoped that she would beg for him to go faster soon.

He leaned forward slightly to change the angle and Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him on top of her. She felt his weight settle over her but instead of being alarmed she felt enamored. Killian had professed his love for her and had guided her through her fears and now she wanted to feel all the ways that he wanted to love her.

She kissed him deeply and then drew back and looked into his eyes. "Deeper."

Killian angled his hips and drove into her. Emma felt him fill her and stretch her in a way that she hadn't felt before and it was like she had discovered a hunger she never knew she had. When he thrust again she lifted her hips and drew him in even deeper and she couldn't hold back the cries of pleasure that were coming from her mouth.

"Killian! Yes, yes … Gods you feel… so good … please ... more …" Each word was punctuated by a thrust and Emma could feel the delicious pressure start to build at her core.

Emma bucked her hips up to meet his again but it wasn't enough. Her fingernails scratched against Killian's back and she tried to increase the pace.

"Tell me what you want, love."

"Faster," she moaned. "Faster, Killian."

"As you wish."

Killian snapped his hips forwards and his thrusts came hard and fast inside her. The cabin was filled with the sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin. Emma clung to him and felt her orgasm fast approaching as his cock pounded into her, hitting a spot that make her see flashes of light. When he started to feel her tighten around him Killian cried out her name and felt his release spill deep inside her. He had finished but could still feel her coming undone and he thought that he had never seen anything so perfect in all his life.

When Emma finally felt the last wave of pleasure flow through her she looked up and was not surprised to see the candle in the wall sconce burning brightly. She smiled and curled into Killian's arms. She thought of all the events that had fallen into place for them to find each other despite being born 300 years apart. She thought about how he was willing to give up his whole life for her. She supposed she was going to be giving up her life for him as well.

She hadn't thought much about her life and her kingdom and her people in a long time but suddenly she found herself at the precipice of leaving behind all the responsibilities that she had been born to take on. She wanted to tell Killian that she knew what a big sacrifice he was making for her but she wasn't sure that they were making the right decision. She wasn't sure that leaving her kingdom at the mercy of King George was something she could live with. So she told him the one thing that she was sure of.

"I love you, Killian."

He drew her closer and kissed her. "I love you, Emma."

I wanted to leave Emma and Killian in a good place with a little bit of suspense but no immediate threat and I hope I've done that! I have been updating every day but I will be busier in the coming weeks so I won't be able to update as quickly but I will never leave you hanging for too long.This fic is far from over!