Author's Note: When you see the ***M*** symbol, you're being warned that M-rated activities are about to take place, so you can just skip over that section if you wish and I'll fill you in on what happened at the end of the chapter without all the dirty details if need be.

Chapter Fourteen: (Storybrooke) The Day

Rumpelstiltskin's rude assumptions and cold words of warning still echoed in my head. I'd been ignoring Hook for two days now and Ruby was on the verge of threatening her doing the same to me if I didn't talk to him. Clearly no one seems to want to accept that Peter Pan and Captain Hook don't get along that well. Snow, Emma and Henry had invited me over for their family dinner and it was nice to have a change of pace from diner or take-out food. Henry had me stay later than I had originally intended so I could elaborate on more of my Neverland adventures, something that thrilled me as much as it did him and I briefly felt like my old self again. However it was past nine by the time Emma ordered Henry off to bed. Emma herself actually ended up walking me home no matter how many times I argued that I would be perfectly safe, Snow simply replied that she'd feel better knowing that there was a gun within reach should it be necessary. When we got to my apartment and were in the middle of saying our goodbyes the sound of glass shattering against the wall came from behind the door.

"What the hell?" Emma reached for my door knob and I quickly blocked her path.

"Emma it's fine."

"I'm guessing that's Hook?"

"Most likely."

"And you're just going to let him break things?"

"No, I'll probably just kill him."

"I don't know why Ruby and practically everyone else thinks you two are going to sleep together."

"Thank you, finally someone- shit, everyone, really?"

Emma nodded sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Why is my sex life so fascinating?"

"I have no idea I truthfully think talking about any fairytale character's sex life is… wrong. Anyway good luck with your pirate, if you need me to put him in a cell for a night or two let me know."

"Thanks Emma."

As soon as she was out of sight down the stairs I violently twisted the knob and shoved the door open. "Break something else, honestly the Lost Boys were easier to handle!"

Dumping my coat and things on the counter I turned with my hands on my hips to face the arrogant son-of-a-codfish. Immediately my anger faded as I saw the state he was in. His sole hand held his head up, the heel of his palm digging into his left eye, both lids were squeezed shut and his usually cocky smirk was replaced by a grim line, turned downwards at the corners. An empty bottle of rum sat on the coffee table and what I assumed was the short glass he tried to pace himself with was shattered against the far wall. He looked like crap truthfully, like he was internally beating himself up. Hair was a mess as if he'd been pulling on it, vest and coat in a forgotten pile behind the couch, shirt wrinkled and mostly unbuttoned and his posture hunched in on himself. I've only ever seen him like this on the anniversary of her- oh no, is it?

"Hook?" I cautiously walked closer to him.

He flinched but continued to ignore me. Slowly I lowered myself next to him on the couch.

"Hook, is it… the day?" I asked quietly.

A heartless laugh escaped him and he moved his head to face me opening his eyelids to reveal his usually bright eyes dull and watery. "What gave it away lass?"

Instinctively I placed my hand over his. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Using nonchalance as a blockade is a low blow, Captain."

His mouth quirked slightly at my repetition of his words the other night before his face became solemn again. "I'm going to skin that crocodile."

"I don't think Milah would want you to."

"You've said this many a times before, has it ever caused me to retire my plans for vengeance?"

I sighed. "Please, at least don't think about them on this day."

He looked at me reluctantly. "Alright, Pan." He paused and looked at the shattered glass. "I'm to assume you wish for me to clean that up now?"

"No."

"Not what you told the Swan-girl."

"That was before I knew what was going on."

"I don't need your pity."

"I'm not giving you pity, I just think other things are of greater importance at the moment."

"What you want me to talk out my feelings with you, Pan?"

I stood up, dropping his hand. "Actually, I was going to help you remember your happy thoughts because you always seem to lose them but if you're going to be a cod about it." I began to stalk off.

His hook caught my wrist. "Pan, I don't want to think." He looked up at me his eyes full of despair and pleading.

I sat down next to him again and held his hook this time, running my fingers over the metal as if he could feel it. "Will you at least tell me about her?"

"What do you want to know?"

I tried to think of a specific happy situation they would be in. "How 'bout the first time she had to wear pirate clothes." I smiled.

His face brightened a little and a genuine chuckle left his lips. I sat through the story, encouraging him when it lead to another story, another happy memory and somewhere in the midst of him telling me about her I ended up in his lap, running my finger-pads over the knuckles, callouses and scars of his hand. After a while we lapsed into comfortable silence, it startled me at first when he rested his chin on top of my head and began to rub the side of his hook from my knee to mid-thigh and down again.

"How much have you had to drink?"

He chuckled. "Not as much as you think, lass."

"So that bottle wasn't full?"

"Couldn't have been more than a quarter left, love."

"Good, you don't need to drink yourself into oblivion it won't help."

"Don't I know it." He tilted his head down and buried his face in my hair. "You smell good."

"Sure there was only a quarter left?"

I felt his smirk against the top of my hair. "You always smell good, lass."

"You don't exactly smell rotten yourself, Captain."

"You're in my lap."

"So it would seem."

"And you're sober."

"Hook, don't start."

He ghosted his lips over my temple and down to my ear. "Do you remember what I said?"

"Hook, please."

"Petra." He muttered huskily.

I couldn't hide my shudder. My reasoning was shot as his lips grazed the shell of my ear. I turned my head to look at him, our faces less than a centimeter away.

"Forget that we're rivals for a second, would you? Don't think." He pleaded quietly.

I dropped his hand, my arms sliding up his chest and wrapping around his neck, his discarded hand weaving its fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck. His hook came up to rest on my hip. The remaining space between us slowly diminished and my eyes fluttered shut as soon as our lips brushed together and then pressed against each other more insistently.

***M***

They quickly snapped, the gentleness of the kiss morphing into a burning, desperate, need. Petra shifted in his lap, so that she straddled him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his own wrapped themselves tighter in her long locks and tilted her head backwards for better access and control, causing her to arch into him. She bit down on his bottom lip, extracting a deep growl from him as he lazily ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth before she let him in. They were pretending not to be rivals but it was almost as if it was in their nature as their tongues danced and fought. His hooked arm slid around her waist as he stood and she wrapped her long legs around him in a vice-like grip. He stumbled in the direction of her bedroom, not quite making it there as he slammed her against the outer wall besides the door. A loud groan escaped his throat as Petra rocked her hips against his like she had done the other morning, this time more consciously. Her fingers slipped from his hair and undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Shoving it down over his shoulders until he released his grip in her hair and hold around her waist, using his weight to prop her against the wall and allow her to tug it off the rest of the way. His hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt at the same time her hands rubbed over his chest, brushing through his chest hair, tugging at it gently before moving over his abdomen, memorizing every curve of his muscle, tracing every scar. His roughened hands ran over her smooth skin and along her ribs, sweeping beneath the undersides of her breasts and making her gasp into his mouth. A minute later he was pulling her shirt of over her head and discarding it somewhere neither of them bothered to look. His lips drew away from hers as moved his mouth to scrape his teeth beneath her left ear and begin to pepper kisses down her neck. Petra's eyes closed at the feeling as her hips subconsciously wriggled against his again. He ground his hips into hers in retaliation, pressing the evidence of how she was making him feel against her core and evoking a low moan from the both of them at the contact. Finally he managed to pull them away from the wall and get through the doorway of her bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them as he walked the three necessary steps it took to reach the bed. They hurriedly kicked off their shoes before she released her legs grip around his waist and he dropped her in the middle of the mattress. Petra sunk into the bed, Killian placed his forearms on either side of her torso as he crawled up her body to hover his face over hers. He moved to kiss the scar that marred the right side of her neck but she tilted her head to the side to hide it and dissuade him. Instead he continued to place kisses down her throat, occasionally biting and sucking on the more sensitive spots of flesh he discovered. As his teeth bit into the skin over her pulse point and drew it into his mouth, she took in a sharp breath her eyes falling shut as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, she wasn't so sure how well he would be able to figure that out. Killian tucked his hook into her bra and tugged it downwards disposing of it somewhere they couldn't care to wonder about at that moment. Unlatching his mouth from the lovely mark he'd created on the flesh covering her pulse he tilted his head down and blew cold air over the valley between her breasts, his stubble lightly scratching the skin before his tongue laved over the tip of one nipple and he suckled it into his hot mouth. Petra's hips canted upwards as a loud, surprised gasp left her mouth.

"Oh… gods, h-how…" The exclamation was left unfinished as a shocked moan was extricated from her.

She panted as his calloused thumb moved to the opposite peak and rubbed over the bud. She could feel the arrogant grin as he looked up at her, eyebrow raised smugly as he released the nipple and lavished the other one, his hook lightly scraping over the previous one. Shivers of delight ran through her.

Killian stopped his ministrations for a moment earning a protesting whimper from her. "Hook."

His lips lingered over hers again. "Killian, Petra. Right now we're not rivals, you're Petra and I'm just-"

"Killian." She breathed, the tone in which she said it affecting him in more ways than one.

His mouth collided with hers once more as his hand moved to undo her jeans. She tilted her hips up as his hook slid into one of the belt loops and his fingers into another, making him choke back a groan as the movement made her pelvis roll into his. Wrenching his mouth from hers he began trailing open-mouthed kisses down her toned stomach pulling her jeans down as he went until they were properly neglected somewhere else in the room. He pressed hot kisses on the inside of her leg starting at her ankle and moving upwards to her thigh. Petra buried her fingers in his soft, dark hair and yanked his mouth back up to hers. His fingers brushed over the flimsy material covering her entrance and she couldn't help it as her hips bucked against his fingers, shallow mewls entering his mouth from hers. Her fingers untangled themselves from his hair and moved to the lacings of his pants. His fingers pushed aside the fabric of her underwear just as she undid the last of the ties and shoved the leather down with the bottoms of her feet. Her own fingers wrapped around the length of him while his slid into her. Deep moans came from both of them. Killian buried his face in her neck muttering her name as her fingers matched his rhythm pumping him hard.

"H-Killian." She moaned.

She rocked her hips into his hand as he felt her begin to clench. The need to be buried in her overcame him and he quickly removed his fingers. A frustrated growl exiting her lips at the abrupt stop. Her hand left him. Burning, cerulean eyes met incandescent, bright green ones. She slid arms under his so that her palms lay flat against his shoulder blades at the same time his hook slipped off her remaining piece of fabric separating them. He positioned himself between her legs, waiting for her to say no, to tell him to stop but the only noise she issued was the stinted, ragged breaths as she awaited his move. The invitation in her eyes pushed him as he thrust all the way into her. Petra let out a scream of ecstasy at the feeling of being so full. He stilled for a moment allowing her time to adjust properly and to revel in the tight hold her walls had on him, extracting her name from him like a broken breath. From there his thrusts weren't slow or even gentle, but fast-paced and deliberate. Her back lifting off the bed and her hips met each thrust causing both of them to chant the other's name, rising in volume as they neared the edge. As her thighs began to clench she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper. Loud moans shook from each of them. Her entire body began to vibrate as his strokes became more frantic. They were teetering on the edge Killian released his tight grip on her hip, revealing red marks from where his finger dug in, bruising the next day would be inevitable, and moved his calloused thumb to her clit, pressing down on and massaging it roughly. Petra's answering cry had his name echoing through the room and almost made him come right there. His frenzied strokes hit her in that spot that had her toes curling. She threw her head back as her shattering orgasm slammed into her and she screamed his name, nails digging into his shoulders as she clenched tightly around him, drawing his own orgasm from him as he bit down on her neck to muffle him shouting her name as well. Their bodies went limp as they came down from their high. He managed to pull out and collapse next to her before his arms gave out.

***M***

Heavily, strained breathing echoed throughout the otherwise quiet room. A thin sheen of sweat coated our skin.

"Damn." That was just about all I could say.

Killian's- Hook's? Killian's? What am I supposed to call him now?- rich chuckle washed over me.

His smug grin spread across his talented mouth. "Are you regretting having such… adventures with mere boys yet?" A hint of disgust layered the word "boys" as he spoke.

"I don't see why I should give you the satisfaction of answering that question."

"Don't worry, lass, I am well aware that you enjoyed yourself, immensely."

I rolled over on top of him, straddling his waist and resting my hands on my hips. "I think I could say the same for you, Captain."

Killian leaned upward so that his face was only an inch from mine. "Oh, I won't deny it, love."

"Maybe I do prefer old men."

"Oi, I am not that old, as I recall you're older than me."

"Oh, now you'll admit that?"

His cheeky grin was his only response. I pushed him back down.

"Going to show me some of your marvelous leadership skills?" He quipped.

I leaned over so that my lips barely brushed his, tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip before I pulled back ever so slightly, my arms crossing over his chest to hold him down. "Maybe you could call me Captain."

"Oh no, I much prefer the reaction I get out of you when I say your name, Petra."

A shiver ran through me. "Very well then, Killian."

Clearly all logic had left me, any thought on the possible consequences of that night, out the window. I was honestly, too distracted to focus on the fact that I knew when the next day came, we'd be rivals again.

Author's Note: Yeah… so for those who didn't want to read the M rated part, in case you couldn't figure it out, they had sex (excuse my bluntness). And they called each other "Killian" and "Petra" because their just adorable that way. Am I the only one freaking out for the finale tonight? *excited bird noises* I am going to have to heavily rely on fanfiction to get me through the gape between the end of this season and the beginning of next but it'll be beyond worth it!