Here's another chapter! Enjoy! (Had to bump up the rating…wink, wink)

Mags

Chapter 26

"So, I'm not understanding this," Killian said as he followed Snow down the street while lugging bags of clothes he never wanted in the first place. "You make me spend the last hour few hours changing out of my old clothes in a small cramped room, put on new clothes that I have no idea how to fasten…"

"It's not that complicated, Hook."

"So, some lass that was old enough to be my grandmother…had to come in and help me…humiliating, by the way…I felt violated."

Snow snorted a laugh.

"Shut up," he sneered as the rounded the corner. "So after all that…you make me go back into that cramped room and put my old clothes back on?"

"Most people don't walk out with their new clothes on…they take it home first…which we are doing…and stop acting like it was such a bad time…didn't you like that leather coat we got?"

He sighed. "It was okay…but I still don't know what's so wrong with the coat I have."

"It's too dramatic for Storybrooke," she said as she glanced up at him with a smile.

He gave her a look. "This whole town exists from a curse by our evil queen and you think my coat's too dramatic?"

She nodded after a quick moment. "Point taken, Hook…but still…wear the new coat…it goes better with your outfit."

"If you say so," he mumbled as he opened the door to the apartment she shared with Emma and then followed her up. "Can I ask you something, darling?"

"Sure," she said as they headed up the stairs. "I might not answer though."

"Fair enough…why did you agree to do this? To spend your time buying new clothes for a pirate you don't even like?"

She stopped at the landing and turned abruptly towards him…he stopped a few steps down so they were practically at eye level. "Why would you say that?"

He took a moment as he looked at her. "I've done things I'm not proud of…since I met you and Emma."

"Everybody has done something they're not proud of," Snow said as she reached up and touched his shoulder. "I killed Regina's mom, Hook…something I'll regret every day of my life…I have to live with that…we all have to live with our mistakes, but it doesn't mean it should control us."

"You killed Cora to protect your family…I shot Belle…an innocent woman…just to get my revenge on something that happened three hundred years ago."

"Our reasons don't matter, Hook…what we did was wrong, but we didn't let it define us…you chose to change your ways…to turn that ship back to Storybrooke and that's a very powerful thing."

"She saved me…your daughter," he added as he looked up as if he could see her through the ceiling. "She pulled me out of the dark…from the first moment."

"And you saved her right back," she said with a smile and then dropped her shopping bags and circled her arms around his neck. "You love her, don't you?"

"Aye." Since his arms were weighed down by bags of his own he answered her affection by tilting his head so his temple rested against her hair. "And much to my surprise I'm thinking she loves me back…even if I don't deserve it."

"Everyone deserves love, Hook," she said as she tightened her grip.

"I'll love her with everything I have if she'll let me."

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she leaned back and placed her hands on either side of his face. "I know you will." She smiled before reaching back down for her bags. "C'mon…let's go show the love of your life what we got today."

He felt his heart hitch inside his chest at her words. Not out of fear or panic, but out of realization that her words were nothing but the truth. Emma Swan was the love of his life and he was going to spend every moment of it with her…and if she fought him on it, then he'd spend the rest of his life convincing her otherwise.

When he followed Snow through the door he saw Emma curled up on the sofa holding a steaming mug in her hands. Her hair was damp and tucked neatly behind both ears as she custom does. She wore a gray top that seemed two sizes too big for her and a pair of blue and gold plaid pants and her feet were adorned with thick, gray socks. She shouldn't look beautiful in this strange clothing, but she did…the sight of her sent his heart hitching in his chest once again.

"Hey," she said with a smile as she set her cup of coffee on the coaster. "How'd it go?"

Killian dropped the shopping bags at his feet and walked over to her in long, hurried strides and then going on impulse…he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet and lifted her off the floor in one, quick movement. His hand got lost in her damp, tangled hair as his mouth covered shocked gasp in a hard, deep, drawn-out kiss that left them both breathless.

"Wow," she said once she got her tongue back. "That good?"

"It was horrible," he said and then cut off her laughter with another kiss.

Snow dropped her own bags on the floor and quietly stepped back out. "I know when I'm not wanted," she said to herself and made her way back down the stairs with a smile on her face.

Her daughter found love…and that made her the happiest mom in the world.

"Why do you smell so bloody good?" he groaned as he buried his face against the crook of her neck.

"I just took a shower." Her eyes fluttered closed when he tugged her overly large sweatshirt passed her shoulder and kissed her newly exposed skin…again and again. "Wait…oh god…wait."

Her feet found the couch and so she stood on the cushion and made herself pull away from him. "Where's my mom?" she asked looking down at him as her hands rested on his shoulders.

"Oh. Right." He turned around to see her bags were on the floor next to his but she was nowhere to be seen. "She must have not wanted to stick around for the show." He then frowned and looked back up at Emma. "Wait a minute, where's Aidan?"

"With David," she said as she idly played with his hair. "We ran into him after the shopping spree and dad took him and Henry off my hands. He was going to take them to lunch and then let them hang out with them at the sheriff's office…I figured you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all…I'm sure he would love to…hold on, love…are you saying we're alone right now?"

"In my apartment?" she asked with brows raised. "Yes…no one here but us…now show me what you and mom bought."

She started to walk over to the other end of the couch and was just about to jump down when Killian slid his hook under the hem of her sweatshirt to keep her from getting away. "Killian!" she yelped when the resistance of the sweatshirt paused her actions and then yelped when she stumbled backwards at his vicious tug.

He spun her around and caught her against his chest, caging her against him with his arm at the small of her back. "After all this time…I'm finally alone with the Swan girl." He lifted a hand and tucked her hair behind her ears. "No mermaids lurking, no impending danger or giants about. No beanstalk to climb or Lost Ones to fight…just you and me…alone…and I can tell you the last thing I want to do is show you my new bloody clothes."

When he gripped the back of her neck and brought her down for a kiss, she met it full on as she snagged the lapels of his jacket and held on tight. His tongue dove between the seam of her lips and tasted her deeply before pulling away and pressed his forehead against hers. "Unless there's something else you wished to do, love."

She simply shook her head urgently as their lips met again, moaning softly against his lips as she tugged the jacket urgently off his shoulders. With lips still locked, he stopped touching her long enough to rid his jacket and as soon as it was free she literally jumped him.

She leapt from the couch and wrapped those long legs around his waist while he easily caught her with one arm. He buried his hand in her hair as lips merged and tongues tasted as he shuffled aimlessly towards the bed.

"Wait," she gasped when she realized where he was going. "That's my parents bed…not a good idea."

"Bloody hell," he cursed as he turned away from it. "Where's your bed?"

"Up those stairs," she whispered as she scattered kisses along his scruffy jaw line.

"Of course it is," he groaned painfully as he took the first few steps. "And I'm going to fall down these stairs if you don't stop doing that with your tongue," he warned as he took a moment to steady himself.

"I'll risk it," she teased and then scraped her teeth between his earlobe.

As soon as he was at the top of the stairs he slammed her against the nearest wall and with their mouths open and inches apart he pressed his hips against hers…giving a short preview of what was to come.

She arched her neck and he pressed his lips against it as he caught his hook on the hem of her shirt again, but this time yanked it up and over her head. Mouths merged again as he began to use the wall as a guide to lead them to the closest door, in which he had hoped belonged to her.

Since she didn't make any objections when they carried her through the threshold, he guessed he made the right choice and quickly kicked it closed behind them. He made it to the bed in three long strides and gently placed Emma on her back, kissing her deeply as he leaned over her.

He pulled away and with his hand and hook he slid her pants over her hips and then down her legs and the sight of her made him catch his breath. She was adorned in a strange looking white corset that was split in two…exposing her flat, lean stomach.

She lifted and wrapped her long legs around his waist and yanked in forward so that his hard body covered hers. She groaned as their lips met once more, loving the delicious feel of the cool leather of his clothing against her bare skin. "You have too many damn clothes on, Jones," she breathed as her fingers worked frantically at the fastening of his vest. When it was loose she leaned up and helped him shrug it off his shoulders and then attacked the buttons of his shirt…desperate for the feel of his bare skin under her hands.

After a few buttons were released she greedily snuck her hands inside and let out a sigh of content as she touched and explored. He quickly got to his knees so he could get rid of his shirt completely, groaning when she followed and scattered frantic kisses over his chest.

"My hook…I have to…" He quickly worked on the strap of the contraption that held his hook in place and then leaned over to set it safely on the bedside table. He then froze when he felt both her hands cupping the end of his arm and the let out shaky breath when her lip touched the stub. "Emma."

He cupped the back of her neck and brought her up for another taste while her fingers began to work on the laces of his pants…pulling and tugging until they were loose enough to drag down his hips. "Let me…"

He quickly rolled off of her to get rid of his boots and closed his eyes when she straddled him front behind grazed her lips and tongue along his neck and shoulders. He craned his neck to meet her lips…he never tired of kissing her…she was like an addiction that he never wanted to get over.

As he twisted his body back around to hers, he playfully placed the heel of his hand on her forehead and pushed. She laughed as she fell back on the bed and then welcomed him with open arms as he covered her body with his once more.

"Where's the fastener on this corset?" he asked against her lips as his hand covered her breast.

She arched under his touch. "It's behind me…but it's a bit…tricky," she added in surprise when he undid her bra with a flick of his wrist.

"Pirate," he simply said leaning on his elbow as he slid her bra off with his hand. He groaned as he bent his head down and covered one of her breast with his mouth, sliding his tongue over her sensitive skin.

Her fingers gripped his hair as he continued to taste and gasped when his tongue flicked over her nipple. "Killian," she groaned as she arched her back off the bed. "Please…hurry."

"Not yet," he whispered as he nuzzled against the curve of her neck as his hand snuck down and cupped her gently between her legs.

"Oh god." She lifted her hips up when he pressed the heel of his hand against the cotton of her panties. "Killian."

His hand slipped between the elastic and groaned when he found her hot and wet…ready for him. "Emma." His lips covered hers to swallow her moan as his finger slipped inside her and gently began to stroke her, matching the stroke of his tongue into her mouth.

She came almost instantly…it swept through her long and hard as she cried out his name. Before she could barely come down from her high his mouth replaced his fingers and she could do nothing but reach up and grab one of the iron rods of her headboard with one hand and grip his hair with the other.

She lifted her hips to him as he continued to taste her…loving the sounds she made and the way she held onto his hair as if her life depended on it. When she fell over the edge for the second time, he slowly moved his lips up her body, grazing his mouth along her skin while she trembled beneath him.

"Emma," he whispered he buried his face against her neck as molded his hand up the side of her body and then up her arm until his fingers covered hers over the rod. "Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open and as soon as she met those blue, piercing eyes…he drove himself inside her in one, long, deep thrust. Their groans merged as his forehead touched hers and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He was deep inside her when their lips absorbed and tongues tasted as they both savored the feeling of being intimately joined. When he finally began to move he kept it as slow, gentle and impatient as the kiss they shared…neither of them wanting to rush it.

But then as their kiss grew more impatient, so did his thrusts and she met each one again and again…lifting her hips as she tightened her legs around his waist. He tore his mouth away from hers and their foreheads touched and eyes locked as he plunged inside her again and again…pulling almost all the way out before driving deep, deep, deep.

They both let go of the headboard so Emma could slide both hands up and down his broad back, loving the way his muscles moved under his skin as he thrust into her. Killian may only have one hand but that didn't seem to stop him as she felt him touching her everywhere and anywhere.

When they finally reached their peak, they reached it together as they both clung to one another, groaning in pleasure as it swept over them. He collapsed on top of her…pinning her deliciously into the mattress as she felt him tremble against her.

She couldn't help but feel somewhat smug, fully knowing that she destroyed him…just as he destroyed her right back. "You okay there, captain?"

He let out a deep sigh as he rested his cheek against the cushion of her breasts. "Aye…no…bloody hell, Swan."

She smiled as she placed her lips against his hair as she hugged him tight. "Bloody hell, is right."

When he finally felt like he had the strength, he rolled over on his back, bringing her along with him so she was now curled deliciously against him. "Well…I always did think we made a hell of a team…this is no different."

"It was pretty amazing," she said as she rested her head against his chest. "You sure have some moves, pirate."

He chuckled as he ran his hand down her spine and then swooped it over her ass. "Right back at you, love."

She smiled as she reached over and grabbed the end of his handless arm. "Do you miss having two hands?" she asked as she brushed her thumb across the stub and then blushed when she realized what she just said. "Sorry…that was a stupid question."

"No, it wasn't," he assured her as he grazed his fingers up and down her arm. "I know what you mean…but no…it's foolish to miss something you can't get back…but I did miss it some a few moments ago. I wanted to touch every inch of you and felt like with one hand I couldn't touch you fast enough."

She trembled at the memory of his touch and turned her head and kissed his chest. "You did just fine…more than fine…you were ten times better than any past lovers I had with two hands."

"Is that so?" He shifted to his side so that they were face to face and then cupped the back of her knee with his hand and tugged her leg over his hip.

"Oh god," she laughed as she shoved him away. "I never should have told you that."

He just grinned as he came back to her, nuzzling her neck as he gently rolled her on her back. "No…you really shouldn't have."

"Killian," she said when he nestled himself between her thighs. "We can't…my parents might be back any…" She gasped when she felt him slowly slip through her folds...inch by inch until he was fully inside her. "Well…maybe we have time for one more round."

He grinned as he bent down and nipped her bottom lip. "Good girl," he teased and then began to move inside her once more.