I mentioned these chapters were going to come in a flurry right?
There's a little adult time in this chapter. You have been warned. If anyone feels the ratings need to change, let me know.
"Are you going to be okay at Regina's all weekend?" Emma walked her son to the mayor's residence on the Friday she and Killian were finally managing to steal away for a weekend of sailing. The fates had conspired against her and Killian. Their agreement to sail had to wait a few extra weeks. The pout on Killian's face each time they had to postpone brought out a laugh, but finally they were able to set aside an entire weekend. Killian had taken the day off from fishing to prepare the ship.
"I'm going to be fine," Henry waved away any concern, "Safer here than with Grandma and Grandpa."
"Mary Margaret's moods swings are a bit amusing," Emma smirked, "But she's not dangerous."
"Yet," Henry amended.
"When I was pregnant with you, I was all over the map," Emma replied, "I was just lucky to be locked up at the time."
"Are you and Killian going to have kids someday?" he asked.
"Whoa, hold on there, Kid," Emma gasped.
"You and Killian are going to get married, aren't you?" Henry looked up at her wide-eyed.
"I told you that we would talk to you before we even came to that decision," Emma stated as she ruffled his hair.
"But don't you want to?" he asked.
"I don't know," Emma sighed, "I don't know if that is in the cards for us."
"But if he asked?" Henry pressed.
"If he asked, I would say yes," she confirmed, "But I don't want you telling him that. I don't want him thinking that he has to ask. I will be just as happy if things stay as they are."
"Yeah," Henry sighed with slight disappointment.
Regina emerged from her home just as Emma and Henry arrived at the front step.
"Hello, Henry," Regina greeted her son with a hug as she nodded towards Emma, "Hello, Sheriff."
"Thanks for letting him stay the weekend," Emma smiled.
"This is his home whenever he wants," Regina replied, "Enjoy your weekend at sea."
"We will," Emma nodded as she hugged Henry and then returned to the station to finish her shift.
"Killian," Henry greeted his mother's boyfriend eagerly after being told by Regina he was there to see him.
"Hello, Lad," Killian smiled as Henry's arms went around his waist in a hug. He wasn't used to any affection from Henry, but he was happy to absorb it. "I wanted to talk to you about something without your mum hearing."
"My mom…Regina had my playhouse rebuilt. We can talk in there," Henry stated.
"Sure," Killian nodded, amused with the eagerness that Henry was displaying.
"Follow me," Henry motioned him around to the backyard. Killian nodded towards Regina as he passed her by. Once situated, Henry gave Killian an expectant look.
"I promised you something a little while back, but I didn't follow through," Killian pulled a velvet pouch from his pocket, "But I hope to get your approval at least."
Henry had a kid in a candy store look on his face as Killian dumped the contents into the boy's waiting hand. Henry tossed the ring in his hand a few times as he inspected it. He frowned slightly, "It's not a diamond."
"Right you are," Killian confirmed, "You see, I've carried a certain gem with me since I was just a sailor in the King's Navy. It was the first thing that I rightfully owned. It's been a part of me for a very long time. I didn't understand why it was so important to me until I met your mother and looked into her eyes for the first time."
"It's the same color as hers," Henry realized as he studied the gem.
"Aye," Killian agreed, "Until I met your mother, I thought your grandmother, Milah, was my one great love. Now I believe that a person can have more than one love in a lifetime, and that loving one doesn't mean that the other was loved any less. I love your mother, Henry. I love her more than I ever thought I'd be able to love anyone."
"You're going to ask my mom to marry you this weekend," Henry realized.
"Tonight actually," Killian amended, "But only if it would be okay with you. I want us all to be a family, but I want to make it clear that I have no intention of replacing your father. Baelfire…Neal will always be your father. We will find a way to all coexist."
"I'd like that," Henry nodded.
"What do you think, Lad?" Killian asked as Henry continued to hold and inspect the ring.
"I want my mom to be happy," Henry stated as he passed the ring back, "And I know you do that. Keep doing that, okay?"
"Aye," Killian replied as he returned the ring to its pouch and pocketed it for safe keeping.
"She's going to say yes," Henry told him.
"I certainly hope so," Killian gave a nervous smile.
"No, I know she's going to say yes," Henry stated, "She told me so."
"I'd better get to the ship before your mum gets done at the station," Killian shifted in the playhouse to climb out, "I have a bit of preparation yet."
Henry walked with Killian around the house and waved as the pirate left.
"Permission to come aboard, Captain," Emma smiled as she caught Killian working hard on the deck preparing for their departure.
"Permission granted, Love," he dropped what he was working on to offer her his hand to help her aboard the ship.
Emma purposely stumbled into his arms, tossing her bag out of the way in the process.
"Making my job easy," he smiled as his arms anchored at her hips as he dipped in for a kiss that left them both breathless and anxious to begin their voyage. "Let me cast the lines. Then we'll be on our way."
"I can't wait," she smiled against his lips as she caught one more kiss.
Killian tore himself away rather reluctantly to cast the lines. They worked together to raise the sails and were well away from shore in no time. Emma was playing captain at the wheel with Killian directly behind her, ready to correct their heading if she steered them off course.
"This is quite empowering," Emma shifted the wheel slightly to feel the ship's heading change course in response.
"And no one has looked sexier steering this ship," he nipped at her earlobe.
"I don't know about that," she smiled as he stepped in closer, pressing himself tighter against her, "A certain captain makes this look incredibly sexy, especially when he's dressed in all leather."
"No leather tonight, Love," he told her as he took her right hand away from the wheel and brought it to his thigh to feel the denim that she loved on him so much. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine.
"I like these too," her fingers pressed into his thigh a little deeper, feeling the ridges of his jeans against her fingertips. "I think we should drop the sails."
"So soon, Love," he smiled as they swayed with the gentle rocking of the ship as it cut through the water, "I was thinking we'd enjoy the sunset before we retired for the evening."
"Who said anything about retiring?" she released the wheel and spun to face him. Her eyes were full of love and desire. "Haven't you ever fantasized about having me on the deck of your ship?"
"I've more than fantasized, Love," he dipped into her neck, finding the spot that always brought her to her knees, "I've fulfilled that fantasy."
"Then let's see if we can improve upon it," she whispered in his ear as her hands tugged at the strands of his hair, her desire taking over. She needed him desperately.
"Hold the wheel steady," he commanded her gently, "Let me lower the sails."
"You have ten seconds," she warned him.
Killian worked swiftly and efficiently to lower the sails. Without the power of the sails, the ship began to coast and then drift.
Killian came behind Emma again as she kept the ships course steady as he worked. He could feel that her temperature had rose in the few moments that he'd taken to lower the sails and her breathing was shallow. She was almost ready to burst.
"Want to know one fantasy that I've had," he whispered in her ear as his hooked hand traced a pattern into her skin as he worked her tank up her torso.
"God, yes," she gasped as his breath hit her.
"Right here," he spoke softly, his hooked hand grabbing one of the wheel's handles on her right side and his good hand grabbing hold of another handle on her left side, pinning her against the wheel. "You'll have to undress us, Love. My hands are occupied."
"I'd hate for us to run aground," she played along as she worked his pants open with practiced ease, shoving them off his hips before ridding herself of hers completely.
"Are you ready for this, Love?" his eyes reflected the concern that no real foreplay had commenced.
"You have no idea," she smiled as she hooked a leg around his hip, giving him the perfect angle to thrust into her. A guttural groan escaped her lips as he slid in effortlessly, proving that she had indeed been ready.
Using the wheel as support, they thrashed against each other. Surprisingly the wheel held both them and the ship steady.
"Emma," he gasped as he felt himself nearing his release as she brought her other leg up to his hip, causing him to go even deeper.
"Oh, God!" Emma gasped as her own release washed over her, drawing his out as well.
"Reality is so much better," Killian whispered in her ear as he pressed her firmly into the wheel to keep her close as her legs fell from his hips as her strength left all at once.
"Hmmm," she hummed into his ear. Her arms were wrapped tight around his shoulders, using them as her last anchor to keep him close. With hooded eyes she was surprised when she managed a coherent thought. "What other fantasies do you have? I'm open for suggestions."
It was Killian's turn to hum, though it came out more as a groan of anticipation.
"Let's bring blankets up to the deck and sleep under the stars tonight," she whispered.
"I can't think of a better way to spend the night," he gave her an earth shattering smile.
As Killian cooked dinner, Emma made herself busy by setting up their love nest for the evening. She scrounged up as many blankets as she could find, mostly to make the bed to separate them from the hard deck.
They sat down to their meal just as the sun began to set. As they conversed back and forth, several times Killian's hand drifted to his pocket, but he would lose his nerve. Emma didn't appear to notice his inner turmoil or at least didn't say anything.
After dinner, Emma suggested that they test out their evening's accommodations. The seduction was the stress relief Killian needed to gather his courage.
"This was a wonderful idea, Love," Killian kissed her temple as they cuddled under the blankets. Off in the distance they could see the lights of Storybrooke, though they were faint. She'd convinced him to drop the anchor as she cleaned up their dinner dishes.
"I get a good one every now and then," she smiled as she relaxed into his chest, her head coming to rest against his shoulder as it tilted towards the sky. "Did you have constellations in your day?"
"We did," he confirmed, "Would you like me to teach you how to navigate using the stars?"
"Another night, absolutely," she nodded.
"Not tonight?" he whispered into her neck.
"That requires more thought that I want to give tonight," she sighed happily.
"Are you warm enough?" he asked as he resituated the blankets around them to cover her better.
She nodded in reply.
"Are you happy being with me?" he asked as he kissed her temple.
Emma continued to nod her response.
"Do you love me?"
"Despite my efforts not to," her head continued to bob up and down.
Despite his nerves, he found himself laughing as she rotated her head slightly to kiss his lips. With her attentions on the kiss they were sharing, he was able to reach for his discarded jeans and pull the ring from the pocket.
"Will you marry me, Emma?"
Her eyes instantly glazed over with tears as he produced the ring for her to view. His heart was hammering in his chest as he waited for her answer.
Emma's head began bobbing again as tears spilled down her checks. She never thought she'd be the woman to cry during a proposal, but here she was sobbing like a little girl. Killian's eager expression finally allowed her to produce the sound they both needed to hear, "Yes."
"Are you sure?" he asked, not really believing that she was giving him the answer he'd hoped for.
"Yes, yes," she continued to nod.
"Are you really sure?" he pressed her further.
"Are you sure?" she turned the question around on him as she began to laugh, "Do you know what it means to be married, Pirate?"
"There's no longer a pirate inside me, Love," he told her, "There hasn't been since you chiseled away the ice that froze my heart. I know what it means to be married, and I know that's what I want with you."
"Then put that ring on my finger so we can get on with the celebrating," she commanded him as she freed her hand to allow the ring onto her finger.
"It's not a diamond," he told her as the ring slid perfectly into place, "This is something that holds sentimental value to me. It was the first thing I actually owned. I've kept it close to me for centuries. I never thought I'd part with it for anyone until I first looked deep into your eyes."
"It's beautiful," she examined it.
"You're beautiful," he responded, "You are the only one I could ever imagine wearing it. You have my heart, Emma. You always will."
"I normally wouldn't ask this, but we live in Storybrooke were everything seems possible. You didn't literally put your heart into this ring, did you?" her voice hitched nervously.
Killian laughed as he brought her hand to his chest so she could feel its rhythmic beat against her fingers.
"How is it that you held onto your heart after all these years?" she pressed her hand more firmly against his chest, "You've worked closely with many people that have an affinity for taking hearts, yet you still have yours."
"It was deemed crueler for me to keep it and suffer the pain that went along with it," Killian told her, "But now I am most grateful because I can feel my love for you."
"I've already said yes," she smiled, "You can stop with the sappy one liners."
"On the contrary," he grinned, "Now I will redouble my efforts."
"Then I'm just going to have to find a way to shut you up," she leaned in to kiss his lips, silencing any and all replies that he tried to make.
TBC…