A/N: Just want to start by giving a warning that this chapter is rated M, for sexual conduct. If you wish to skip that section leave off after their discussion about choices and then resume when Dad is mentioned. Thank you to all of my followers and people who have favorited this story. I appreciate the fact that all of you have been on this ride with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to this story. They belong to the creators of Once Upon A Time.
Chapter 35:
Nothing in life is ever simple, unless you have crazy friends. Mary-Margaret, David and Ruby found Emma at the apartment shortly after lunch trying to come up with a plan to see Killian. Okay, so her plan needed work, as it involved pieces of paper being held up to the apartment door telling Killian they needed to talk in private. But, after the three showed up and found out what was going on, a new plan was formed.
David and Mary-Margaret intended to go to Gold's shop and keep him busy for the next hour, while Ruby had called Granny to tell Leroy that there was something huge happening at the docks. With that knowledge, Leroy was sure to insure that there was a large portion of the population was assembled, making it easier for Emma and Graham to show up to try to diffuse the masses. With that in play, it allowed Emma ample time and opportunity to slip away into the tunnels.
There was one moment of worry when Regina showed up, but Graham said everything was being handled and that she had to reason to worry. And when Ruby insisted everyone head back to Granny's for coffee, Emma slipped away. When she found the concealed door that David told her to look for, she breathed a sigh of relief. Turning on her flashlight, she tried to get her bearings. David had given her direction on how to make it through the labyrinth of tunnels.
She hadn't even gone through two turns when her cell phone chimed. Emma pulled it out of her pocket and read the text.
Stay where you are. I'll come get you.
She glanced around in an attempt to detect the cameras that must be trained on her. She was impressed when she couldn't spot even one.
Hearing a sound, she looked around expecting Killian, but found a large rat scurrying by. A quick shudder racked her body, not because the rat scared her, but because it reminded her of some of the foster homes she had as a child.
Gravel crunched, signaling an actual person approached. Once again, Emma expected to see Killian. Instead a heavy set man with a red stocking cap came forward. He extended out his hand and smiled.
"Emma? It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hi." She shook his hand and wondered who this man was since he apparently had the advantage.
"Sorry, Smee. William Smee. I served with Killian. He talked about you all the time. Half the time, we never knew if he was talking about you or Milah, but I do believe that you trumped her majority of the time."
Emma stared at the plump man in amazement. "Killian talked about me? Back when he was in the navy?"
He gave her a nod and a smile as he indicated she should follow him down the pathway. "Yes. All the way back to basic training." He blushed, took off his cap ran his hand through his hair then replaced the red wool. "I really shouldn't be telling you this. He'd have my hide."
Emma settled her hand upon the man's arm. "It's our secret."
"What's your secret?"
Both Emma and Smee jumped. Killian's voice came out of nowhere. She shined her flashlight around and found Killian leaning against the rock wall up ahead. He almost looked like a pirate of old in all his leathered glory, much as he had around Halloween. His long black leather trench coat surrounded him, while the black button down shirt exposed his chest all the way down to his black leather vest. The way he filled out his leather pants would make a rock star jealous and he paired all that with knee-high leather boots. Just add on some rings, a necklace and his hook from Halloween and she could have placed him aboard the Jolly Roger.
He stood there with his legs and arms crossed, as if he hadn't a care in the world, but the jealous expression upon his face bellowed his calmness. She saw his jaw tick indicating he was just barely holding back his anger.
"Where are my manners," he said as he pushed himself off the cave wall. "Welcome. What brings you to my humble abode?"
"We need to talk, Killian," Emma told him as he stalked toward her.
"If you wanted to get close to me, all you had to do was call." He sidled up to her, leaving a hair's breath between them.
Emma glanced over and saw Smee scurry off. It was just as well, since she wasn't sure if he needed to hear what she had to say.
"I wish I could have."
"Was the melee at the docks really necessary?" He leaned down and nuzzled her ear.
"Yes," she breathed. Sensations flooded her as Killian's lips touched her throat, just above her coat.
"You seem cold. Why don't you come closer. I'll be sure to warm you properly." If Emma could have seen his face, she was sure it would have one of his most confidant grins.
"Killian, this is important," she insisted, using one hand to push against his bare chest, when all she wanted to was stroke it, to curl her fingers into his chest hair and rub herself like a cat against him.
He stopped cold and pulled back. "Not here. Come with me."
He took her hand and confidently led her down the dark corridors to his bedroom. Along the way, he had nodded to Smee who sat there watching the monitors. After the door closed behind them he turned to face her, his expression taunt.
"What's going on, Emma?"
She wanted to wipe the lines of worry from his face. Emma knew what she had to say would only deepen them and for that she felt sorry. "Graham received the warrant for your arrest today. Directly from the District Attorney."
Killian stepped away from her and began to pace. "We had expected this. However, we were so close to finishing. We, no, I, thought that maybe we would be able to get to the DA with our won evidence before Gold."
"Graham said that the DA must owe Gold a favor. The turn around in which the warrant was issued was astounding and don't forget the fact that he handed it to Graham personally."
She watched him stop at the bookshelf along the far wall and caress the wooden case holding Liam's flag. then pick up a ring that sat before it. Emma had noticed it when she had stayed here before, but she never questioned him about it. The way he twirled it around his fingers made her think that it must have been Milah's.
"You can't show yourself around town and Graham, David and I must not see you, or else we will be obligated to arrest you."
He dropped the ring back on the bookshelf and spun around to stare at her. "Is that what you want? To not see me again?"
Emma sighed. "I don't think I have much of a choice."
"Whatever happens between us is your choice as much as mine." He stormed over to her and grabbed her shoulder, his eyes searching hers. "No one else's."
His lips crashed down and captured hers in a mind drugging kiss. She felt his hand slid down her back as she pressed herself to him. Emma realized the buttery smoothness of the leather against her skin and the roughness of his palm as it snuck under her coat and sweater, was intoxicating. Emma heard a moan and was unaware of whether it came from her or him. She felt his left arm slip around her and he lifted her with ease, however to keep herself secure she wrapped her jean clad legs around his waist.
He maneuvered them easily over to the bed, where he gently laid her down, their lips barely parting from each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pushed her up and unto the pillows. She felt his hips thrust forward into hers, but he kept a majority of his weight off her.
"You're beautiful, love," he murmured.
Emma let out a short nervous laugh. "You're…"
He gazed down at her with a knowing grin. "I know."
Playfully, she punched him in the shoulder. He dramatically winced but then gave her a grin that would have made the Cheshire Cat proud. He leaned off to the side of her and held her bra aloft, dangling it from his fingers.
"How did you?" Emma sputtered.
"Magic," he said with a wink. "Wanna see what else we can make disappear?" He threw her bra over his shoulder and captured her mouth again, his tongue lacing with her own.
Right then she wished she did have magical powers because then they would both be naked right now. She pushed his leather coat off his shoulders and he helped by shrugging out of it. His hand began to pull at her sweater. She separated their kiss swollen lips so she could remove it.
"Don't you need to take your coat off first, love?"
She pecked him on the lips and gave him a saucy wink. "Two birds. One stone." With that she whipped off the sweater and coat together.
"I'm liking the way you think." With that he quickly unlaced his vest and whisked it off along with his shirt.
Emma couldn't help but reach out and rub her hands along his ribcage. Her eyes trailing down the line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He let out a painful groan and she glanced up to his face with concern. His eyes were clenched shut, his lips set in a straight line.
"Should I stop?" she asked him. His hand shot out and held one of hers, pressing it down until it cupped his erection. His eyes opened and found hers.
"No."
"Good," she replied with a soft smile. She leaned forward and captured his head with her other hand pulling him toward her. Her teeth gently captured his bottom lip and pulled. Once his body rested on her, she slipped her hands to the buttons that held his pants and released them, sliding the leather over his hips and down his legs. They stopped short at his knees, hindered by his boots.
"Let me." He rose and quickly disposed of his boots and pants while she shucked out of her own.
Now she laid there completely naked except for the slight slip of silk that covered almost nothing. His eyes raked over her body. To Emma it felt like a caress. She arched up desperate for his warmth and his touch.
He grinned and slowly slipped back onto the bed. "Be patient, love."
"Patience is not one of my strong suits," she told him as she yanked him on top of her, once again arching into his body.
"This needs to go." His fingers tangled into the strap of her panties.
"Then take it off," Emma challenged him.
With an animalistic growl, he tugged them off of her. His erection rubbed against her core. She was so aroused that just the friction almost sent her over the edge. He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer. He pulled out a shiny square of foil.
She grabbed it from his fingers and opened it. She palmed him, allowing her fingers to slide up his length. Emma watched him close his eyes and throw back his head. Slipping the latex over him, she pulled his head back and kissed him thoroughly. Before she could even catch her breath, he thrust into her.
His hand cupped her breast, his fingers flicking the nipple into a tight peak before he reached down and swiped it with his wicked tongue. Then he followed that by lavishing her other breast in the same treatment all the while thrusting inside her, leaving her in a puddle of mindless wonder of what this man was capable of. For a man with one hand, he sure knew how to use it much more than many men with two.
Once her breast met his apparent satisfaction, his hand slipped down and flickered her nub, sending her into the biggest orgasm she had had in years. She screamed out his name as she clenched his shoulders. He continued to pump inside her until he screamed out his own release.
He fell off to the side of her and pulled her to him, as he nuzzled the top of her head, both of them breathing hard. Most men she had known would have just fallen on top of her and went to sleep. Even Neal had done that more than a few times. It was nice to feel like she mattered as much to him as he did to her.
She had just turned into him and kissed his sweat stained chest when her phone chimed a new text message. Killian leaned over her and reached down to the floor for her jeans where she kept her phone. He looked down at the screen and smiled before handing it to her, laying back down. She pressed up to him, her head resting on his arm, while his fingers entwined in her hair, as she read the message.
"Dad?" he asked as she remained quiet.
"David." She looked up into his eyes and returned his smile. "He's been acting fatherly lately, so to bug him I let him watch as I changed his name on my phone."
"What does Dave need?"
"He wants to know how much longer I plan to be here. He and Mary-Margaret are trying to ensure that I wasn't seen coming in and want to make sure I can get out as well."
Emma looked back at her phone unsure of how to respond. She started to type when Killian's own phone began to chime. Killian once again leaned over her to retrieve his phone from the nightstand. He relaxed back before reading. When she heard him snort with laughter, she just had to know. She reached for his phone and he gave it to her.
Emma's eyes grew wide at the message David sent to Killian. I hope you are not in there compromising Emma, because if you are… Emma felt the blood invade her face as she blushed furiously.
"I'll never be able to face him again." She handed Killian back his phone, then covered her face with her hands.
"Well, two can play at that game."
She pulled her hands from her face as Killian slipped down the bed. When his face reached her belly button, he turned on the camera button. Emma tried to sit up to stop him, but he kept her down with his left arm. His tongue darted out and flicked inside her bellybutton as he took a picture.
"Killian!"
She tried to snatch the phone from him but he was too fast. He slipped off the bed typing at rapid speed.
"Killian, I swear if you sent that…"
He gave her a quick grin. "You sure you two aren't related?" Then he dramatically pressed the send button.
Emma groaned and pulled the sheets over her head. "I'm never leaving this bed," she grumbled.
The bed slumped as his weight came upon it. He slipped under the covers with her. His hand caressed her face.
"Good, because I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon."
His mouth covered hers and she knew there really was no place else she wanted to be right now.