Author's note: The SJT is back! Apologies for the extended hiatus; real life was kicking my butt there for a little bit. But I'm so happy to return to this verse and bring you more of this story. I hope you enjoy this update.

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Chapter 14

"Why wasn't I told?" Regina said urgently. "I should have been your first call! I can't help you if I don't know what's going on!"

Killian tried to focus on what Regina was saying but all he felt was numb. He couldn't stop thinking about the headline of the Mail, the terrible things it implied about the people he loved most. What had he been thinking? Yes, he was provoked, but by attacking that wanker he'd only brought them more grief. Regina had to brave a throng of reporters just to get to the door, something that that he'd caused. They were trapped in their own home.

Vaguely, he heard Liam defending him, explaining exactly what happened, but suddenly Killian jumped up and hurried to the kitchen. He couldn't listen anymore, couldn't hear his failure recounted. He didn't have a clear thought in his head; he just needed some space. How could he have done this?

Emma stared after him, worried. What was going on with Killian? He'd hardly said a word since Regina arrived; he was withdrawn and clearly upset. Quickly, she turned to Liam. "Go," he said without hesitation. "He needs you."

"We'll be back." She gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze and dashed off after her husband. She found him in the kitchen, bent over the counter, fists clenched tight, despite his injury, and his eyes shut against the world. "Killian?"

"Can't you let a man brood in peace?" Killian growled in frustration, raising his head, eyes instantly apologetic. "Sorry, Emma. I'm not upset with you." He was upset with himself; he hated that he took his frustration out on Emma, even for a moment.

She approached slowly, sliding her hand over his non-injured one. He unclenched his fist, allowing her to thread her fingers through his. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not just yet."

"Okay." She tugged a little on his hand; Killian moved so he could pull her into his arms. He couldn't resist her loving green eyes. She fit perfectly, tucking her head under his chin, her arms around his waist. She purred as he stroked her hair lovingly, silently forgiving him for his outburst.

Killian leaned them back against the island, silently soaking in her love. He was so grateful she didn't press him; he wasn't even sure what he was feeling. He was ashamed of his actions, ashamed for running, ashamed for letting that pap into his head. He loved his family so much; he hated being the source of their troubles. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Not just about snapping at you, lass. I'm sorry for everything. This is all my fault."

Emma raised her head. "How is this your fault? Killian, did you make that asshole say those things? Did you invade our privacy and insult us? None of this is your fault."

"If I hadn't attacked him…"

"The things he said would have gotten in the paper anyway. He wasn't exactly being subtle, Killian."

"I was so angry. I don't care what's said about me, but he insulted you and Liam and…Mum…" He let out an anguished breath; his hand still throbbed, reminding him of just what he was capable of. "What if I'd hurt you? Or Liam?"

"Killian, you didn't. You would never hurt me. Or Liam."

"But this isn't the first time I've lost my temper," he countered.

"If I recall, you were provoked then too." She tenderly cupped his jaw. "I kinda like that you're so willing to defend me. Yeah, throwing punches may not be the healthiest thing to do, but all things considered, I don't blame you in the slightest. I get it. Believe me, I do. Fighting is a hard habit to shake when the people you love are threatened."

"I just couldn't live with myself if I hurt you."

"Killian, the only time you have ever laid a finger on me was when I asked you to. I love the way we are together, because I know I can trust you. Do you know how hard that's always been for me? I didn't think I could trust anyone then you two walked into my life. You shattered every wall I ever had, even when I didn't make it easy. You believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I believe in you. I believe in Liam, in us." She blushed, surprised at her outburst. She never felt confident in her words, but she loved Killian too much to watch him doubt himself.

Killian crushed his mouth to hers, moved beyond words. Emma met him eagerly, her arms snaking around his neck, their bodies flush. Her lips parted automatically, a soft moan tearing from her throat as his tongue slipped inside. The fight stirred strong emotions in all of them; they had a tried and true way to handle strong emotions. Killian bent hastily, picking her up and spinning to deposit her on the island. Emma threaded her fingers into his hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She was perched on the very edge of the counter, legs spread so she could keep him close. No words were necessary; she could feel everything he wanted to say in his kiss.

Killian paused to breathe, only a moment, lips hovering over hers. He could hear their hearts thudding in the silence of the kitchen, feel her hands on his skin. He kissed her again, slower now, savoring the taste of her lips. She anchored him, so giving with her heart. He never wanted to take that for granted.

Emma smiled at him, tenderly cupping the back of his head. "Feel better?"

"A bit. I don't want to fail you."

"You could only do that by giving up. We're going to fight this, Killian. No one is going to snatch our happiness away. I won't let them."

Killian leaned in to capture her lips again, his fingers snaking under her shirt. She hummed in content, winding her legs around his waist. His fingers branded her skin, warmth flowed through her. "Emma…"

"Just kiss me."

"But…" It felt selfish to want her right now. Regina was waiting, Liam was waiting. They needed to plan, to talk about their next move. But she felt so good in his arms.

Emma cut him off, drawing him back into another kiss. Her ankles kept him locked against her warming core; she could feel how deeply she affected him. This kind of intimacy was so necessary; in each other's arms they could be completely vulnerable. Completely free. Her fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, humming as she stroked his pecs. "Make love to me, Killian."

"Sod it." He guided her hand down to his crotch, biting back a moan as she palmed him roughly. They shared a sloppy hungry kiss, Killian tugging hard on her leggings. Emma paused long enough to lift her hips, giving him the chance to yank the offending material down her legs. She mewled as he touched her, clever fingers fueling her arousal.

"God," she breathed, rocking against him. "Don't stop." Electricity sparked over her skin, a naughty thrill shot down her spine. They really didn't have time for this, but she didn't care, she just wanted to enjoy her husband's touch, reaffirm the love they shared.

"Such a dirty girl," he murmured, rubbing her clit quickly.

"Your dirty girl," she replied, shoving his sweats down at last and grasping his cock. She pumped him with short firm strokes, turned on by the way they were touching each other. "God, I need to feel you inside me."

"Bloody fuck." He kissed her hard, yanking her hands away so he could take her. She gasped as he filled her, the burn and stretch making her melt in his arms. She hung on as he rode her, Killian pushing her knees wide. "Fuck, you feel so good, so good." His cock glistened with her arousal, her body accepting every inch of his length.

Emma bit her lip to keep from crying out, quickly pulling him down by the neck as she fell back against the counter. Killian thrust her shirt up, his lips latching on to one of her pert nipples, sucking in time with his thrusts. He could feel her rippling along his length, her orgasm so close. Emma arched as she climaxed, holding Killian to her as he followed, hips stuttering as he emptied himself within her. Killian buried his face in her chest to muffle his groan of pleasure, keenly aware they weren't alone in the house. They lay there for a few minutes, hearts pounding, Emma combing her fingers through his hair soothingly.

"We should get back," Emma whispered.

"Aye." Reluctantly, Killian pushed himself up, silently handing Emma a towel. She just tossed it aside and jumped off the counter, snatching up her underwear and leggings. Killian shook his head, chuckling softly. Always a surprise, his Emma. He righted his sweats and buttoned his shirt before running his fingers through his hair. "How do I look?"

"Unfairly sexy," she replied honestly. Grinning, she stood up on her toes and kissed him sweetly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Emma." He hugged her quickly, kissing the crown of her head. "Shall we?"

She flushed, but slipped her hand into his. Killian led them back into the living room, feeling a bit sheepish but trying to hide it. Regina was discreetly looking at her phone, Liam just shook his head in benign exasperation. When Emma sat down beside him, she brushed a kiss to his cheek, a silent promise. Love you, she mouthed.

Love you too, he replied, squeezing her knee. "Alright there, Killian?"

Killian blushed as he avoided his brother's gaze. "Yeah, I just hate that we're in this mess again."

"I don't need to tell you that it's not your fault."

"No, Emma took care of that, brother."

Liam laughed dryly. "I'll bet she did." He knew them too well. Emma had that pretty pink flush to her skin, Killian's ears were red. If his brother needed their wife's comfort, Liam would never begrudge them that. He'd just enjoy himself later. Right now, they had a problem to deal with.

Regina waited until the trio fell quiet before looking up from her phone. "So I think we need to get a few things straight before I talk to the press."

"Should we be making a statement at all?" Emma asked. "None of what that asshole said is true."

"That's precisely why you need to make a statement. Or rather, I need to make a statement. If we don't, it will only add fuel to the gossip." Regina held up her hands as all three started to protest. "I will do everything I can to protect your privacy. But someone is targeting you. Until we find out who and why, we can't remain on the defensive."

Liam shared a look with his wife and his brother; he hated the idea of giving the vultures outside an inch. But he could see how this incident was tearing his brother apart. They needed to get to the bottom of it, even if it meant sacrificing a bit of his pride. His family was more important than anything.

"Regina, can we have a minute?"

Regina looked surprisingly soft and sympathetic. "Of course. I'll make some calls, see if I can get a lead on our prey."

"Thanks."

"Liam?" Emma asked, the moment Regina disappeared.

"What else can we do, Emma?" he countered. "The very idea repulses me, but Regina's right. Silence isn't the answer. It wasn't the answer when the Navy tried to keep you from us and it's not now."

"Those aren't the same."

"Aren't they?" Killian said gently. "We're being singled out…for some ungodly reason. If we don't fight back, our tormentors win."

Emma sighed. "I know that, but…" she held both of their hands tightly. "I'm so sick of them owning us, judging us. Why can't they just leave us alone?"

"I don't know, love." Liam kissed her temple. "But I know we can beat this. Perhaps by following Regina's advice we can beat them at their own game."

That got her to smile. "You guys just love a challenge, don't you?"

"Of course," Killian said. "We fell in love with you, didn't we?"

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Sometimes I wonder about that."

"You are very lovable, sweetheart," Liam assured her, smiling too as he cupped her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips covered hers, his kiss achingly sweet. Emma instinctively licked her lips as he pulled back, her eyes finding his.

"You heard us, didn't you?"

"Not exactly," Liam confessed. "But I know you, Emma. I know the exact shade of your eyes after you come, the pink tinge to your skin, your…what did you call it? Your freshly fucked hair?"

Emma blushed scarlet, even as his description turned her on. "When Regina leaves…"

"We'll spend hours doing unspeakable things to you." He kissed her again, deeper this time, a promise of pleasure to come. It was a far happier thought than the mess they had to deal with in the meantime.

Emma squeezed her husbands' hands, so thankful they could face this together. "I'm gonna go see if Regina's got anything," she said softly. She wanted to give the brothers a few moments alone. "Back in little bit." She kissed them both swiftly and padded into the den.

"Brother," Killian began, but Liam shook his head.

"Don't, Killian. Don't apologize. Not for what happened last night, not for Emma. That's not what we do in this family, okay?"

Killian frowned. "But…"

"You can't apologize for this, not when I would have done exactly the same thing if our roles were reversed. And have, if memory serves."

His brother finally gave him a hint of a smile. "True."

"We knew there would be challenges," Liam reminded him. "Perhaps not these challenges, but we can overcome this just like we have everything else. Together."

"Thanks, Liam."

Liam stood. "Come on, let's go figure this out."

Killian stood too, wrapping his arms around his brother. They hugged tight, their bond not needing words. They were closer than ever, united in their love for Emma, for this family they'd built. Killian would do anything for his brother, for his wife; he knew without a doubt they felt the same way. No one could take that away; certainly not some vulture bent on destroying them. They were stronger than that.

The brothers followed Emma's path into the den; she and Regina were speaking quietly. "Anything?"

"I've got a few feelers out," Regina said. "It's highly suspicious that he didn't press charges. You both could have been arrested for assault."

"Your point?" Killian said, trying not to snap. He was all too aware of what could have happened.

"It means he's looking for money. The publicity from a feud with you is far more lucrative than all the legal fees he'd incur taking you to court."

"But money from who?" Liam argued. "We've got precious little."

"Oh, I don't think it's you. You said it's the same one from Paris?"

"Aye." Liam would never forget him, not after he insulted Emma.

"You were being followed, we know that now."

Liam blinked. "You think Clara is behind this?"

"Why not? We already know she has a grudge. Your accusation is likely to ruin her career."

Liam growled. "It's not an accusation. It happened."

Regina looked apologetic. "I believe you. But the fact remains, this Clara might be trying to use this person to get revenge."

Liam sighed, conceding the point. It was a sad state of affairs that he didn't have trouble picturing the scenario Regina described. Clara was bitter at best, unhinged at worst. Killian might be beating himself up about the altercation the night before, but if this all led back to Clara, then he, Liam, was responsible for their current troubles.

Emma saw the shadow in her husband's eyes; she quickly moved to take his hand, squeezing gently. The love and support in her eyes centered him, as it always did. He hoped she could see the gratitude reflected in his.

"Are there any other possible enemies I should know about?"

"It's not like we've been going around trying to provoke people, Regina," Emma shot back. "We're just trying to live our life."

"I'm sure there's some Navy brass none too happy with us," Killian groused. "But sod them."

"What about Nottingham?" Liam said. "He seemed pretty steamed at Emma after Robin's trial."

Regina tapped away at her phone, making notes as the trio talked suspects. She was furious on their behalf, but she was used to not allowing her personal feelings to interfere with her work. She had Sidney running a background check on the photographer even now; she planned on coming out swinging against those who sought to hurt her friends.

A loud knock got everyone's attention. Emma looked at the others. "Are we expecting anyone?"

"I'll go," Liam said quickly. He hurried to the door, taking a peak through the hole. He was stunned to see Will and Robin on the other side of the door. Of course, the press was there too, shouting questions at the pair, snapping photos. Liam quickly opened the door, firmly ignoring the shouts as he ushered the men inside. "What are you two doing here?"

"We saw what happened on the telly," Will said. "Bloody ghouls."

"Liam, who is it?" Killian stepped dead in the hall. "Will?"

Will smiled grimly. "Did you think we'd leave you to twist in the wind, mate?"

Killian laughed, truly laughed for the first time since they left the pub the previous night. "You never did have any self-preservation, Scarlet." But he was so grateful for the support. The two friends hugged, clapping each other on the back.

Robin shook Liam's hand in greeting. "Will texted me," Robin explained. "As soon as I saw the coverage, we arranged to meet here. I'm so sorry, Liam. Truly."

"What's going on?" Emma appeared, genuinely surprised at the appearance of their friends. "Oh my god." Tears stung her eyes, so touched at the support. Will hugged her; she couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up in her throat. "It's good to see you, Will." She didn't forget the support Will gave Killian just a few days ago; she loved him like a brother.

"Alright, lass?" he asked gently.

"Getting there."

"Good. Someone's got to keep Killian in line."

"Oi!" Killian shouted, but it held no bite.

"How is it out there?" Liam asked as the quintet headed for the living room.

"Hazardous," Robin said grimly. "I never realized just how vile the press could be."

"I don't blame you for punching the wanker's lights out," Will said, settling Liam's chair. "He had it coming. Any idiot can see it's all bollocks."

Killian was surprised at the relief that bloomed in his stomach. He knew what was said about him was utter garbage, his family knew, but to see his best friend dismiss it meant more than he could say. Emma smiled at him, her eyes shining. Everything was going to be alright; he believed that now.

Regina appeared, her eyes widening when she saw Robin. "I didn't mean to interrupt…"

Was she…blushing? Emma wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. She shared a look with Killian, who just shrugged. Robin jumped out of the chair, offering it to Regina with a wave of his hand. "Please. Join us."

Regina hesitated for a moment, but finally relented. She sat primly in the chair, her legs crossed, her back straight. There was definitely tension in the room that hadn't been there before. "So I've written a brief statement," she began, plucking out a sheet of paper. "I think we should go over it before I talk to the press."

Emma took the sheet, holding it so the three of them could read it. It was simple, direct. It left no mistake about where the trio stood with regard to not only what happened, but their feelings on being constantly hounded by the press. Emma was impressed. "Wow."

"They'll question you," Liam warned.

"Let them. I'm through playing nice," Regina shot back.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea for you three to get away for a bit," Robin suggested.

"We're due to leave today," Liam explained. "We're having the master suite remodeled."

"Should we still do that?" Emma wondered.

"Why not?" Killian rubbed her back. "It might be good for us to get out of here for a while."

"How about this," Regina suggested. "You guys leave while I'm making the statement."

"A diversion," Robin said with a grin. "That might work."

"I'll call a cab," Will said. "It can meet us in the alley."

"You guys shouldn't get involved in this," Killian argued, but Will cut him off.

"Stuff it, mate. Let us help."

Emma glanced at her husbands, who both nodded slowly. "Okay. Give us a few minutes to get ready."

They had most of their things packed already; it was simply a matter of doing a final sweep to make sure they had everything. Killian called their contractor to give them an update; work on their home was due to start Monday. Marco and his son August were supposed to come by today to go over the final plans, but that would need to be rescheduled.

Liam found Emma in the bathroom, adding a few toiletries to her bag. "Alright, love?"

She looked at him in the mirror, his handsome face concerned. "Does it feel like we're running?"

He rested his hands on her shoulders, kneading gently. "We were always planning on going today," he pointed out. When she didn't respond, he tried again. "Think of it as a tactical retreat. We're going to regroup and come back stronger than ever."

She stared into his blue eyes, allowing his touch to ease some of her tension. "I really don't want to run the gauntlet right now," she confessed.

Liam silently cursed the vile human beings causing his family such distress. "All the more reason to let Will and Robin have their plan." He paused, thoughtful. "I never expected it to get this…"

"Bad?"

"Personal," he corrected. "What do they get out of harassing us so?"

"Money," Emma said bitterly. "Sex sells newspapers."

"I don't want to be in the newspaper. I just want to love my wife in peace."

"Me too." She turned, curling her hands behind his neck to tug him down for a kiss. He obliged her eagerly, pressing her back against the vanity. The kiss was slow, almost lazy, Liam's stubble lightly scratching her skin. She hummed, loving the hard planes of his chest against her curves.

"We need to go," Liam murmured, lips hovering over hers.

Emma kissed him again, her fingers curling in his shirt. "Did we pack some of our toys?'

"Perhaps. Any requests?"

"My balls?"

"Already in your bag, sweet."

"God, I love you."

He chuckled, stealing yet another kiss. "We chose an assortment of things, just in case."

"I suppose we could just buy anything else we needed," she teased, rolling her hips against his. Their treasure chest was safely tucked away in her old bedroom, a room they never used. It was too bulky to take with them. They were the only ones who had the key.

"Are you anticipating needing more toys?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. Lots we haven't done yet."

"Which is quite a feat considering."

Emma smirked, skimming her hands up his firm chest. "Why is that? I like sex. You like sex. Killian likes sex. Together, I think we're pretty dynamite." She stood up on her toes and kissed his ear. "I get to live my fantasy every single day. What girl doesn't want that?"

Liam groaned, frustrated that they couldn't just kick their friends out and fuck until they were utterly spent. "Minx."

"Just a little while longer," she promised. "We'll spend the whole weekend christening our hotel room."

"Damn right." He kissed her again, hard, before forcing himself back. A whole weekend alone with the woman he loved was exactly what they needed. Liam left her to her packing, ducking into the empty closet to change into a pair of jeans and t-shirt and a gray hoodie. He and Killian carried their bags downstairs while Emma finished up; strangely, he felt a sense of déjà vu. "This feels familiar."

Killian nodded. "Last time we did this we were preparing for a wedding."

"That feels like so long ago."

"Not that long, brother." Killian fingered his wedding ring, drawing strength from the promise they'd all made to one another. This was simply one more hurdle for them to cross. As long as they were together, anything was possible.

"Ready?" Will asked.

"Just about. How's our diversion?"

Will glanced toward where Regina waited near the door. "That woman is scary."

"She's good at what she does. She's not quite as…formidable once you get to know her."

Will didn't look convinced. "Robin seems to agree."

"He certainly seems smitten."

"You think?"

Killian chuckled. "He looks at her the same way Liam or I look at Emma. He's definitely interested."

Will shuddered. "Now that is a frightening thought."

"Why? You have something against relationships?"

"Course not." But he still looked wary. And suddenly, his friend's attitude made sense.

"Will, we are always going to be mates. Best mates, yeah? Me being married doesn't change that."

Will nodded, but didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Killian knew his friend, knew these kinds of heart to hearts made him uncomfortable. He resolved again that when things died down, they'd spend some time together, maybe have a guy's night. Will had missed his bachelor party, something Killian still regretted.

"Everything okay?" Emma asked quietly, appearing at Killian's elbow.

Will nodded at Emma before going to check on the status of their cab. "I think so," Killian said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Just having a chat with Will."

"It was really nice of him and Robin to come."

"Aye."

Emma squeezed her husband's waist. "How's my sailor doing?"

He smiled into her golden hair. "Better, I think. It's hard to shake the feeling that this is my fault."

"It's not. Killian, I promise you, it's not. Someone is out to get us."

"I know that, I just…holding you helps."

She moved so he could hug her properly. She felt him relax, his heart thumping steadily under her ear. "Better?"

"Always."

Liam returned from his sweep of the first floor, finding his wife and brother locked in a warm embrace. Silently, he moved up behind Emma, gently combing his fingers through her hair. "Room for one more?"

Emma smiled and reached back, using his belt loop to pull him close. Liam slipped one arm around her waist and the other around his brother's shoulder. Emma hummed in content; this was her favorite place to be, surrounded by her boys. "Perfect," she mumbled into Killian's chest.

Killian smiled down at her. "Aye." They simply had to hold on to this feeling, the love they shared, and everything would work out.

"It's time," Will said, surprisingly soft. The trio broke apart reluctantly, and Killian went to grab their coats.

"Thanks for this, Will," he said to his friend as they all shouldered bags. "We owe you one."

"Bollocks," Will grumbled, nodding at Robin and Regina as the trio slipped out the door. He followed, hoping against hope that this worked. It infuriated him to see his friends harassed like this.

"You're up, Ms. Mills," Robin murmured as he watched them leave.

"Regina," she said, tucking her scarf around her neck.

"Regina," Robin confirmed, offering her a hopeful smile. He couldn't deny he found her fascinating, had since that fleeting meeting in the hospital. He couldn't imagine his good fortune to meet her again at Christmas. Judging by the faint flush in her cheeks, his interest may not have been in vain. Later, he vowed silently. Right now, they had friends to take care of.

Regina turned away from the captain and squared her shoulders. She was heartily sick of this circus her clients—no, her friends—found themselves in. She'd never seen anyone so devoted to each other as the trio; it was enough to warm even her cold heart. While she may not understand everything about their relationship, it was clear they loved each other deeply. Her sense of justice refused to allow them to be so heinously persecuted, just because they were different.

The flash bulbs and shouted questions began the moment she opened the door. Regina shut it firmly behind her and glared imperiously down at the gathered press. Slowly, they fell quiet until only one voice spoke. "Ms. Mills, what do you have to say about the accusations put forward by the Mail?"

"I have a short statement from my clients, then I will answer a few questions." She spoke loudly enough for the microphones to pick up every word; her almost regal manner kept most of the vultures at a respectful distance. Regina kept her features carefully neutral, pausing for dramatic effect. The little red lights on the cameras blinked at her, waiting for her to begin.

"The Jones family was involved in an altercation with a photographer, a photographer who went above and beyond to slander and insult them, a photographer who has done this before. Not only to the trio, but to others in the public eye. Commander Jones deeply regrets the incident and is cooperating fully with Metro police. The photographer has not pressed charges against the Commander or the Captain. That said, there is a larger issue at stake here." Regina paused, her eyes flickering to every single pap and so-called journalist hovering on the stoop. "This incident illustrates the constant harassment suffered by my clients. For months now the press has stalked them, photographed them and invaded their privacy. To what end? They are private citizens. They have not asked for this treatment. They have done nothing to warrant this treatment. When Mrs. Jones went on television after the most horrendous terrorist attack this country has ever known, all she wanted was to be allowed her legal rights, something the Royal Navy tried to deny her. How they live their lives is their business, not the press, not the Navy. All they wish is be left alone. We ask that the public respect their wishes. Thank you."

A dozen people shouted questions; Regina pointed at a brunette woman in the middle of the pack. "Ms. Mills, the accusations in the Mail…"

Regina struggled not to roll her eyes. "It's the Mail," she snapped testily. "Do you think I'm going to dignify that garbage with a response?"

"So you're denying that Commander Jones is gay?"

"Are you?" The woman shifted uncomfortably. "Do you see how invasive that is? Did you like it when I turned that around on you? Do any of you think before you write these so-called stories? How would you like having your privacy violated? Not so pleasant, is it."

"But Ms. Mills…" another man tried, but Regina cut him off too.

"Here is what you need to know. This photographer has slandered my clients. The Mail has published libel. Get a dictionary if you do not understand what those words mean. But know this: if the Mail does not retract their story and apologize to my clients within twenty-four hours, we will be filing a defamation suit. And we will win. The trio has no desire for money. However, that will not stop me from bleeding the Mail for every penny they have. Put that in your papers and on your newscasts, ladies and gentlemen. Good day to you."

Regina spun on her heel and marched back into the house.

Robin let out a low whistle when she appeared. "Remind me not to cross you."

She gave him a wry grin; it felt good to put those vultures in their place. "I don't know, Captain. That might actually be fun."

His blue eyes lit up; was she flirting with him? He hoped so. "Perhaps we could find out. Over coffee?"

Regina's heart started to hammer in her chest, but she found herself nodding. "I think I'd like that."

The cab pulled up to the hotel an hour after the trio left the townhouse. Killian helped Emma out while Liam started to unload their bags. A bellhop hurried up to help, hoisting their bags onto a steel luggage cart. The wind bit at Emma's cheeks and nose; it was a relief to step inside the lobby. So far, the diversion seemed to work like a charm, even though she couldn't completely shake the feeling that they were running. A tactical retreat, Liam called it. That certainly sounded better. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, something they weren't going to get at home now.

"Almost there," Killian murmured, his hand comforting at the base of her spine.

"I hate leaving our home."

"It's only temporary, love. This was always the plan."

"Liam said the same thing."

"A smart man, my brother."

Emma rolled her eyes, but leaned on her husband. "Everything go okay with Marco?"

"Aye, we rescheduled for Monday. I'll take the day off, so we can finalize everything."

"Should you really take another day's leave? With everything going on…"

"I doubt Anderson has any great desire to see me."

"Your job's important though."

"I have the days to take, sweetheart. Don't worry." He kissed her temple, remaining off to the side while Liam got them checked in.

"We're all set," Liam said, flourishing their key cards. "Room 618." He motioned for the waiting bellhop, and the trio crossed the lobby to the elevators. They received a few looks, but they were used to that. Odd looks when they were in public was old hat; it was the invasive stalking of the paparazzi that rankled.

The hotel was nice, brightly lit, the walls covered in creams and yellows. They took a right off the elevator; their room lay at the end of the hall. Liam opened the door, holding it for his wife and brother. "Oh wow," Emma murmured as she took in the space. It wasn't nearly as fancy as their suite in Paris, but it was at least as nice as anywhere they'd stayed in New York. A huge king size bed stood in the far back, covered in sumptuous soft green linens. The bed dominated the space, but the dressers and end tables were equally nice, made of real wood with silver handles. A couple of off white plush armchairs stood off to the left, French doors to the right, leading out to a balcony. It was too cold to enjoy it, but it did offer a wonderful view of the city.

"Did we do alright?" Liam asked, rubbing her arms through her wool coat.

"Yeah. This'll do."

He chuckled, bending to kiss her cheek. "I'm glad you approve."

"I could stay anywhere, as long as we were together."

"Agreed." Even this situation was better than that week they'd been forced apart. Selfishly, he hoped it would be a very long time before he had to go on another such tour. The time away from his family was agonizing.

"I guess we should get settled."

"Probably." He let her go so they could shrug out of their coat and hats and scarves; all of which he hung in the little closet area. He saw Emma toss the television remote into a drawer and it made him grin. The telly was they last thing they needed to occupy their time.

Emma felt her phone vibrate. "Regina, hey. How did it go?"

"You mean did I put the fear of God into them? Maybe. I issued an ultimatum to the Mail."

"You what?" They hadn't talked about that.

"What they printed was a lie, correct?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"We have to fight back, Emma. Whoever is pulling the strings they have to know we mean business." She explained exactly what she did, and Emma had to admire her friend. Regina was not a woman to be crossed.

"Okay. Let me talk to the guys, then I'll text you."

Killian frowned as Emma flopped onto the bed. "What's the matter, love?"

"Regina. She issued an ultimatum when she gave her statement."

"What kind of ultimatum?"

"To sue the Mail for defamation if they didn't retract their story."

"About time," Liam said firmly. "I, for one, am heartily sick of dancing to their tune."

"Even if it means going to court?"

"It won't. These things are almost always settled, Emma."

She gnawed on her lip. "Killian?"

"It's extreme, but perhaps extreme is warranted. Liam's right about our being on the defensive."

"It is ballsy, I'll give Regina that."

"We can beat this, Emma," Liam said, sitting on her other side. "I believe that."

"I do too. I just don't want us to get lost while we do."

Liam smiled as he stretched out beside her. "Well, I can think of a few ways for us to stay connected."

She smiled back as his big hand settled on her belly. "Oh yeah?"

"Wouldn't you agree, brother?" Liam asked, his eyes flickering to Killian.

Killian lay on his side to Emma's right, his head propped in his hand. "Wholeheartedly, brother," he replied, his eyes never leaving Emma's. She swallowed as Liam's lips caressed her cheek, her jaw. Killian tenderly brushed a lock of hair away from her face, bending to kiss her brow. Her heart began to thump faster, even as their tenderness made her want to cry. Two hands tugged in the hem of her sweater, snaking under the wool. Emma let her eyes flutter shut, enjoying the way her body responded. Lips covered hers, achingly sweet, quickly replaced by another. She mewled softly, lifting her head to deepen the kiss. She heard Liam's low moan as he nipped at her bottom lip, the sound going straight to her core. Killian moved to kiss her belly, wet sloppy kisses, his tongue circling her navel. Emma whined, her hips flexing against the mattress. Killian chuckled softly, inching her sweater up higher, exposing her bare chest.

"No bra?"

"What's the point?" she shot back, grinning saucily as her husbands' blue eyes darkened.

"I'm rather fond of your underwear," Liam murmured, even as he palmed her breast. "So sexy."

"Next time," she promised, threading her fingers into his curls. She tugged his mouth back to hers, kissing him feverishly. She recalled clearly their little bathroom interlude, the way she ached for him, for Killian. "Don't stop."

"Never." Together, Liam and Killian lifted the sweater over her head, moving back down to cover her chest with kisses. Emma squirmed under the onslaught, heat building in her core. Killian reached her nipple first, biting down gently before sucking hard. Emma keened, arching off the bed.

"More, more," she panted. Liam rewarded her by wrapping his lips around her other nipple, his fingers popping the button on her fly. "Oh yes, yes."

"So hot already," he murmured, shoving his hand in and cupping her sex. "Hmm, so wet.

"Earlier," she reminded him, trying to grind against his hand. "Killian fucked me in the kitchen."

Liam groaned, turned on by the matter of fact way she spoke. He loved how free she was with her sexuality. "Enjoy yourself?"

She moaned as he rubbed her through her panties, wet from the earlier tryst with Killian and her own arousal. "Yes, god yes."

"Naughty lass begged me to fuck her," Killian informed his brother. "She felt incredible coming on my cock."

Emma felt like she was on fire; their touch and words equally arousing. "Feels good," she whimpered, wetting her lips. "Feels so good inside me."

Liam pressed his fingers against her clit, circling against the thin fabric. She shuddered, her hands fisting the sheet as she bucked off the bed. Killian wasn't idle, sucking fervently on one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. Emma screamed as her orgasm overtook her, her thighs quaking as she rode it out. "Shit, shit, shit," she panted, pleasure coursing through her veins. She had trouble catching her breath, Liam moving to fuse his lips to hers. She mewled in response, holding him close as Killian finished stripping her. "Naked. Fuck, hurry."

Liam nodded, wordlessly moving so he could give her what she wanted. He shucked his hoodie and shirt, his clothes suddenly too confining. Emma moved toward the middle of the bed, reclining against the pillows to watch her lovers strip. She couldn't help but touch herself, knees splayed wide, as their hard muscular bodies were revealed to her. She smiled as first Killian then Liam kneeled on either side of her, slowly pumping their cocks. She loved the way the foreskin moved, slowly exposing the belled heads. She leaned to her right, licking a bead of precum from the tip of Killian's cock, moaning at the slightly salty taste. Her fingers continued to dance over her clit as she moved to the left, repeating the action with Liam.

"Tell us what you want, sweet," Liam breathed. "God, you're so fucking sexy like this."

"Like this?" She arched against the pillows as she fingered her sex, two digits sliding in easily. She fucked herself slowly, reveling in the way her lovers' eyes burned with lust. While they were distracted, she turned her attention back to their cocks, suckling on one, then the other, their moans making her wetter and wetter. The brothers both had to grip the solid wood headboard for support, their beautiful sexy wife nearly driving them mad with need. Emma pumped her hand faster and faster, chasing another high. Liam reached down and flicked her clit, giving her just enough to send her over the edge for a second time. She arched off the pillows, keening as she rode the wave. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Killian scooted down once more, ducking under her leg. Emma gasped as he started to lick her, his tongue wicked on her aching sex. She arched, a moan tearing from her throat. "Jesus."

Liam held her left leg wide, his fingers dancing over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as his brother got a taste of her. "Does she taste good, brother?"

"Fantastic," Killian replied, kissing her swollen clit.

Emma shivered, tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Liam…fuck…" She widened her legs farther, her eyes pleading. "Want both of you to taste me. Please."

Liam kissed her hard before he moved, eager to please her. His brother scooted over to give him some space and turned his attention to her inner thigh. Emma nodded quickly, her fingers sinking into Liam's curls as he licked a stripe the length of her sex. A rush of heat flooded her, the sight of both of her lovers between her thighs such a fucking turn on. And they were unselfish, taking turns eating her out, nearly driving her mad with desire.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she whined, bucking against Liam's face, desperate to come. "Please, please!"

"God, I love when you beg," he growled, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard. Killian pressed two fingers inside her trembling heat, the dual stimulation triggering another orgasm. Emma cried out, bucking off the bed as bliss flowed through her. They brought her down sweetly, kissing up her trembling belly, her chest, her throat. Emma shivered, moaning as she was kissed, tasting herself on their lips.

"Phone," she panted between kisses.

"What?"

"Grab…my…phone," she repeated.

"Does our naughty lass wanna record this?"

She nodded, dragging Killian back to her for a passionate kiss. "That was so fucking hot," she declared, her free hand curling around his cock. He groaned as she stroked him, hips rocking instinctively into her touch. "Love when my boys share."

"That a request, darling?"

"Hmm, yes, please."

Liam found her phone on the nightstand, flipping it to video mode. He turned the camera on his wife and brother, capturing the sensual way they touched each other. Emma smiled at him, wetting her lips as her gaze dropped to his straining cock. "Emma."

She kissed Killian deeply, then pushed herself up on her knees. She crawled over to where Liam knelt, never taking her eyes off his as she wrapped her lips around his cock. She bobbed slowly, savoring the taste of him, his velvety smoothness warm on her tongue.

Killian couldn't resist the sight of her bent over, her sex begging to be filled. The bed dipped as he moved; he took himself in hand, rubbing the tip of his cock over her swollen flesh, teasing them both. Emma moaned around Liam, her rhythm faltering. "Oh yes," she breathed, her tongue playing over the sensitive spot at the tip of her husband's cock. She moaned loudly as Killian sank inside her at last, her body welcoming him. It was slow and languid, allowing her to attend to Liam without choking.

Liam struggled to stay still, every cell in his body screaming at him to simply fuck her mouth. But she was mesmerizing like this, rocking between them, a look of utter bliss in her eyes. He wove his free hand into her golden hair, her mouth heavenly around him. "Fuck, fuck," he cursed. "Such wicked mouth, lass."

She grinned as she released him, still sliding back onto Killian's cock. "Want you both to come inside me," she whispered. "I need it so much."

Twin groans met her announcement; Killian reluctantly pulled out of her before he lost control. She always felt so good, wet and tight; he didn't want this to end too soon. Emma rose up on her knees, coaxing Liam close so she could kiss him. Somehow the phone got passed from one brother to the other, Liam's mouth hot on hers. She fondled his balls, her index finger gently stroking the sensitive place between his legs. "I need your cock," she breathed. "Please."

Liam held her to him as they fell back to the mattress, Emma straddling his hips. She ground against his length enthusiastically as they made out passionately, the ridge of him rubbing her deliciously. She knew Killian was recording; it made her wetter, a buzz tingling along her skin. Finally, she could take the teasing no more, canting her hips to take Liam into her body. She braced her hands on his chest, grinding sensuously over him, her head falling back at how full she felt. "Yes, oh yes."

Liam stroked her thighs, her belly, as she rode him, letting her take what she needed. "Beautiful," he murmured, hips rising as hers fell. "So fucking beautiful."

Turning her head, she shot Killian a devilish grin. "Enjoying the view?"

"Always," he replied, leaning in for a kiss. Emma reached back, fingers weaving into his hair as she deepened the kiss. "Your turn, sailor."

Killian nodded, giving the phone back to Liam. Emma bent over Liam's chest, raising her hips, Liam's cock slipping from her. She hardly missed him, Killian plunging deep inside her a second later. She moaned loudly, relishing his rough hands on her. She became a live wire, a ball of feeling, as her husbands fucked her. Killian, Liam, Killian, Liam, they switched unselfishly, Emma falling into a haze of bliss as they used her for their pleasure.

Killian pulled her up against him, rutting into her from behind, his fingers dropping to her clit. "Come, love," he hissed in her ear. "Let Liam see you come for me."

She hung on for dear life as her fourth orgasm ripped through her, her body quivering with the force of her high. Killian grunted, her spasming walls dragging him under quickly, his hips bucking against hers as he spilled himself inside her. Emma whimpered, her lover rocking long after he was spent, aftershocks making her shiver. Emma turned, kissing Killian lazily in thanks. "Love you," she whispered.

"As I love you, darling." He smiled as he accepted the phone from his brother, their wife moving into Liam's arms. Emma sighed in content as Liam pressed her into the mattress, loaming over her, settling between her thighs. She arched as he entered her, tugging his lips down to hers as they made love slowly, Emma's ankles locked at the base of Liam's spine.

"God," she breathed, her hips meeting Liam's, relishing every thick inch inside her. "Why do you both feel so good? Why can't I stop wanting you?"

Liam let out a strangled sound, taking her harder and deeper, his long delayed orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. "You're perfect," he groaned, holding her close. "So fucking perfect for us."

He shifted his hips just a little and Emma shuddered under him. "Oh fuck," she gasped. "Again, again!"

He did as she bid, knowing he'd found his wife's sweet spot. They climaxed together, their cries of completion echoing in the room. Liam didn't let her go, wrapping her up in his arms as he rolled them into a more comfortable position. "My darling girl."

Emma hummed into his chest, threading their fingers together. She felt the bed dip behind her; Killian stretched out, placing a gentle kiss at the base of her neck. "Hmm, hi, babe."

Killian smiled into her skin. "How do you feel, love?"

"Incredible." Warmth still flowed through her, contentment settled in her bones. She would probably be a little sore in the morning, but it was worth it. She felt like nothing could touch her while she remained in their arms.

Liam skimmed a kiss over her brow. "Shall we get you cleaned up?"

"In a bit." She didn't want them to move. "This is nice."

"It is." Killian moved for only a moment, snagging a throw blanket to drape over them. They'd been rudely awakened that morning; the stress of the last twenty-four hours was a drain on all of them. He wasn't surprised when Emma fell asleep; she was probably as tired as he felt. Liam flicked off the light, allowing them to take a late afternoon nap.

A growling stomach woke Emma; she groaned as she rolled into her back. When was the last time she ate? The fish and chips at the pub? No, they'd had snacks and wine when they got home. But certainly nothing since. Hunger had been the last thing on her mind since Regina appeared at their door.

Regina. Shit.

Emma had meant to text or call her after they talked about Regina's little press conference. And she'd completely forgotten. "Ugh," Emma groused as she tried to ease herself out of bed. Her husbands were still asleep; she wanted to keep it that way, at least for a little bit. They'd been through enough.

She found her phone tossed carelessly aside at the end of the huge bed; a glance told her that she had a half dozen missed calls. Three were from Regina, but the others were from Mary Margaret. Christ, her friend must be worried sick. Emma prayed that the press left her friends alone; they had nothing to do with the hell the trio was currently going through.

She hurried to use the bathroom first, cleaning up and finding a pair of boxers and an oversized shirt to wear. Not hers; the brothers were used to her borrowing their clothes, encouraged it even. Once she was decent, she curled up in the armchair farthest from the bed to make her calls.

"Mills."

"Hey Regina. Sorry about missing your call. We got distracted."

If Regina had a comment about what could have possibly distracted them, she kept it to herself. "Did you come to a decision about what we discussed?"

"Um, yeah. We trust that you know what you're doing."

"Oh. Well…thanks. I've gotten multiple requests for interviews…again."

"We're not doing that."

"No, I agree. If the Mail doesn't do its part, this whole thing will be an open legal action anyway and you couldn't comment, even if you wanted to." Regina sighed. "I honestly believe the best way to combat this, other than what we've already done, is for you to just…live your life. Don't hide, but don't bring unwanted attention to yourselves."

"We never do," Emma groused.

"Sorry, that wasn't what I meant." After a pause, Regina tried again. "I've also filed a restraining order again our photographer friend. He shouldn't bother you anymore."

Emma didn't comment that the damage might already be done. Regina's move was smart. "Thanks."

"I've also taken liberty of informing the police that any more interviews they conduct need to have me present. I don't want them to ambush you."

"Good idea. Seriously, thanks for all this, Regina. And sorry we didn't call you sooner. I felt like I needed to take care of them. It was a rough night."

"Completely understandable. Just try to keep me in the loop, okay?"

"Will do." They hung up and Emma dialed Mary Margaret.

"Emma! Where are you? What happened? It's all over the news!"

Emma forced herself to remain calm. "We're at a hotel. The boys got into a fight last night." As succinctly as she could, Emma explained what happened, including the vile things that were said. Mary Margaret clucked disapprovingly, not at the fight, but that anyone would actually believe the lies.

"That's just ridiculous," she said briskly. "I've never seen people more in love than you three. What is wrong with people?"

"Search me," Emma replied. "Killian took some of it pretty hard."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be, I think. Some quality time with us will help."

"That's good."

"Meanwhile, Regina's on the warpath. We're demanding a retraction from the Mail and we've got a restraining order out on the perp."

"Do you guys need anything? I feel like David and I should be doing something."

"I think we're okay, but I appreciate it." Then she reconsidered. "This place has a restaurant, I think. Would you and David like to come by? I think we could use some friendly faces." Seeing Will and Robin, receiving their unconditional support, was a blessing.

"Of course. Just give us an hour."

"Great, see you then."

"Who was that?" Liam asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Mary Margaret. I, uh, asked she and David over for dinner. Might be nice to see some friends."

Liam smiled. "Aye." He took Emma's hand, gently pulling her out of the chair so he could sit there instead. Once he was settled, he nodded for his wife to curl up in his lap. "Everything okay?"

"As much as can be, I guess. I talked to Regina."

"Anything to report?"

"She filed a restraining order against our friend."

"Good. Finding us once was a coincidence, a second time was planned."

"Yeah. Who hates us this much?"

Liam rubbed her back soothingly. "I'm afraid there are probably many people who would love to see us fail, sweetheart."

"But why? We haven't done anything. All we did was fall in love."

Liam brushed away her tear before it could fall. "People are threatened by things they don't understand."

"Do you think this will hurt your case against Clara?"

"I hope not. Although, to be honest, it feels like a trifle compared our current troubles."

"Liam, don't say that. She sexually harassed you. She tried to seduce you in your own office! That is not okay and I think the Navy would agree, regardless of whatever's happening with us."

Her vehemence surprised him. "So you don't want me to drop it?"

"What? Of course not. I'm so proud of you, Liam." She offered him a smile and gently kissed his lips. "We can do this. Together."

"Aye, together." He leaned in for another kiss, his hand cupping the back of her head. Emma hummed happily, caressing her husband's scruffy cheek as they exchanged sweet and tender kisses. "I love you, Emma," he murmured. "So very much."

"I love you too, Liam. So much it scares me sometimes."

"No more than it scares me. We would be hopelessly lost without you, dearest wife."

She smiled at that word she loved so much. "I love being your wife."

"Aye?"

"Yeah. I never expected it; I thought I was meant to be alone." She kissed her husband swiftly before he could argue with her. "I didn't trust anyone and certainly not with this." She drew his hand to heart. "Now I have two men that I love. It's kinda like a miracle."

Liam shook his head. "No miracle, love. This is the way we were meant to be. The three of us together."

She rested her head on his shoulder. "We have to be there for Killian."

"We will." He kissed her temple. "Shall we go check on him now?"

"If you don't mind."

"Anything for you, lass." They held hands as they crossed back into the sleeping area; Killian appeared to still be asleep. But he smiled when Emma stretched out beside him.

"Hello, wife."

She tucked herself against his back, loving how warm he was. "Sleep well, husband?"

"You're wearing clothes," he accused.

"Yours," she shot back. "It was chilly in here."

"I prefer you naked."

She giggled. "Hmm, same." She lightly scratched her nails over his chest, loving the way he shivered in her arms. Liam moved in behind her, his hand resting on her hip, a perfect cocoon.

"Emma," Liam said warningly.

"What? Just making a statement." She did have a twinge between her thighs, nothing a day's rest and a hot bath couldn't cure. She turned back to Killian. "How's your hand?"

"Hurts," he said honestly. It still throbbed a bit under the bandages; his instinct was to play it down, but he didn't want to lie to his wife.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't make me hit him, lass."

"I don't like to see either of you hurt. For any reason." Whether it was an actual fight or Clara's assault on her husband, she hated anyone who messed with her boys.

Killian turned over, brushing a lock of her hair back with his injured hand. Emma took it in hers, kissing the backs of his fingers. He was so touched by her care, her tenderness, her true loving nature. It was such a far cry from the woman they'd first met, even though deep down, he knew that woman existed. "See? I feel better already."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but didn't let go of his hand. "Think you'd be up for some company?"

"We're having company?"

"Mary Margaret and David? She saw us on the news."

"Oh."

"If you're not up to it…"

"No, no, it's fine, lass." He kissed her brow. "It'll be good to see them."

"Are you sure? I can still cancel…"

Killian shook his head. "I don't want to hide," he said firmly. "I'm heartily sick of everyone believing there's something wrong with us."

"There's not," Emma replied fervently. "There's not."

"Too right," Liam agreed.

Emma leaned in, kissing her husband's lips, nose, cheeks. He pulled her in close, tongue skimming the seam of her lips. She opened automatically, her fingers sinking in his messy hair. When they broke apart, she twisted, kissing Liam just as fervently. "Hmm, maybe I should cancel after all."

The boys laughed. "Not so fast, darling." While part of Killian would love nothing more than to stay in bed with his amazing wife, it would do them good to connect with dear friends. It was getting late based on the time Emma gave Mary Margaret; they had to rush to get ready. The trio dressed casually, walking hand in hand from their room.

"I'm starving," Liam observed as they took the elevator to the lobby.

"Why do you think I invited them to dinner?" Emma countered. "I'm famished."

Mary Margaret spotted them almost immediately, rushing up to hug Emma. "Hey, Mary Margaret."

David shook Liam's hand and clapped Killian on the shoulder in deference to his injury. "Never a dull moment, is there?"

Liam laughed dryly. "You certainly have a talent for the understatement, mate."

"People are jealous," David replied sagely. "Everyone wants what you three have. It's rare."

"Thanks for that, David." Killian nodded gratefully at his friend.

"I'll give you some advice on your right hook as we eat," his friend teased.

"Not bloody likely, mate."

Emma and Mary Margaret rolled their eyes at their menfolk, smiling together as they continued the ribbing all the way into the restaurant. That kind of friendship was priceless.