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AN: This is to make up for my lack of updates because I suck and my life is insane! Happy season 6, everyone! ~ XOXO MAS

Scars Part I

Emma sighed, instinctively moving closer to the warm body next to hers. Something was just pulling at her consciousness, trying to bring her out of her peaceful slumber. That something was warm and rough and comforting. Her body warmed as it moved lower. Her eyes finally flitted open. Killian was resting on his elbow above her, his hand skimming across her stomach, "Morning." She murmured.

He shook his head, "Not quite, love, dawn has yet to rise."

She groaned, finally noting the room was still dark around them, "Then why are you awake?" She asked rolling into his chest, the hair there tickling her nose. "It feels like we've been awake for decades. Don't you just want to sleep?"

He chuckled, his arm wrapping around her to pull her into his chest as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, "Aye, love, it has been a trying few days." She snorted at his words. It was finally peaceful in Storybrooke. She and Killian were able to spend the majority of the day before tangled in the sheets of their bed in their home and now they were sleeping. She was actually sleeping without nightmares. It seemed Killian's plan to fuck her until she was too exhausted to stay awake actually worked.

"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one." She sighed out with a yawn, "Why can't you sleep?" She asked, tightening her hold on him.

He shrugged, snuggling back down under the comforter and pulling it up to her neck, "I wanted to watch you."

"Creeper much?" She asked teasingly.

He rolled his eyes, "You'll have to explain that to me later, love." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Sleep, Swan. I'll drift off soon enough."

He was still tense beneath her, and it kept Emma awake. After thirty minutes, she rolled over, "Okay, Jones, tell me what's going on?"

His hand returned to her stomach, "You just have so many scars." He murmured.

Her eyes flitted down to where the sword that should've killed her, pierced her stomach. Aladdin had saved her life. "We both do." She laced her fingers with his, tracing the scar that was just starting to pink. She hadn't let Regina completely remove it, wanting the memory of it there to remind herself that she could have a happy ending, that what happened in the past with Saviors does not dictate her future. She had her parents and Henry, Regina and other friends. And Killian. She had Killian. And they would remind her for the rest of her days that she wasn't going to die at the hands of some random bad guy. She would die of old age, naked and sated next to Killian. That's what she'd decided and that's how it would happen.

"Aye, love, I suppose we do." He slid down her body, his lips hover above her scar. She moaned slightly when he pressed a kiss there, his teeth scraping over the puckered flesh. "Will you tell me how you got them all?" He asked, his lips trailing up to her chest, his teeth scraping over the two near her breastbone.

"Mhm," she hummed, "I was fifteen, one of the foster kids tried to steal my food. He had a knife. I still won." Her body thrummed as his lips skimmed over her left breast, finding a scar there.

"And this one?" He asked, his fingers following his mouth.

Back arching, Emma sucked in a deep breath, "Gun shot. Just grazed me." She murmured, "Chasing a guy down in Boston." Her breath hitched when he nipped sharply on her side, "More." She murmured.

His lips followed the path down her stomach to her hip. He bypassed her core completely, slipping down to her knee, "Here?" He asked.

She laughed and it turned into a moan as his fingers skimmed the back of her knee cap, "Shaving. Last year." She chuckled.

He nudged his nose against her center, "It's a good thing you're careful up here." He took a deep breath and Emma swore her skin was going to melt off.

"Wax." She replied, groaning when he moved away from where she wanted him and up to her elbow. "Bike. I think I was eight, it was a gravel road."

Ignoring the scar on her abdomen from the blade, his lips moved to her side where three small white lines were, "These are my favorite." He murmured, grinning when she cried out as he scraped his teeth over them.

"They're from Henry." She managed to breathe out.

He nodded, pressing a kiss there before crawling back up to face her. He naturally rested in the cradle of her thighs, "I know. It's magical, the way you made him and carried him. He's alive because of you." His nose brushed up against hers, "Nothing in the world can compare to that."

Emma snorted, "Well, what I seem to remember is how it felt to actually push him out of me."

Killian could tell Emma wanted to brush it off, but he could see the lingering hurt in her eyes at being alone and incarcerated while she had Henry. How she didn't know him when he was young because of Baelfire's actions and because of her own decisions to break the law. The look in her eyes proved without a doubt that her deepest scars were not on her body, but in her soul. "I'm sorry you were alone, Emma."

She shrugged, "It's okay, Killian."

He shook his head, "It is most definitely not okay, Emma." He held himself up above her resting his weight on his stump so he could tilt her chin to look him in the eyes, "And it's alright that it still hurts, love."

She bit her lip, her hands raising to skim up his sides, finding his own scars there, "Did you ever. . ." She paused, "Would you ever. . ."

"With you, love?" He pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips, "I would love to have a child with you."

Drawing his lips down to hers, Emma hummed against his mouth, "Perhaps one day soon we can start trying."

He chuckled, rocking against her slightly, "We have been practicing quite a bit." He admitted.

Her hips arched up into his, "Mhm, I think we should practice some more." She nipped at his ear, "Then maybe you'll tell me about your scars?"

He groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder, "I'll tell you anything you want to know, Swan."

"Right now I want to be reminded about how you feel inside of me." She whispered.

She fell asleep an hour later, thoroughly aware of how he felt inside of her, pressed against her, wrapped around her. Just before sleep pulled under she made the promise to find out where each of his scars came from the next time they had a pre-dawn moment like that.

OUAT

XOXO

MAS