AN: Whoopsie, forgot to pos this after putting it on AO3!
Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.
Killian, always the early riser, wakes before Emma the following morning. He'd had dinner with the royal couple again, and they were lovely, of course. However, he wasn't sure the king and queen would remain that way once when they find out who he is.
Once he'd retired to his chambers, Emma conveniently following after him, he'd crept back into her room the same way he had the night prior. While he leapt across, the pirate noted the lack of guards patrolling outside on that side of the castle. The realization unsettled him. However, he didn't dwell on it as Emma pulled him inside, giving him an eager kiss before they stumbled into her bed and explored each other's bodies late into the night.
Now, he gazes down at his love, memories of the night before in his mind. He definitely intends on staying later this morning, wishing to rouse Emma in the most pleasurable way possible. He admires her curves, the paleness of her skin, the way her hair shine,, making it look like gold. Smiling, he laces his fingers in her hair and gently strokes the strands. He loves the feel of her hair, it's softness. He'd longed to touch it before they got together and now he can't quite seem to stop himself for finding an excuse to play with it. Not that Emma minds.
As his mind wanders, the pirate hears the door knob jiggle, making him still, preparing to hide himself under the bed. The thought makes him snort. Hiding under a woman's bed. When had he reverted back to adolescence?
The door opens to reveal one of the maids, one the captain recognizes from the ship. Alice, he believes her name is.
"Oh, Captain," she starts when she spots him. Glancing between him and the princess, an amused smirk forms on her lips. "I will, uh, inform the rest of that staff that the princess wishes not to be disturbed."
"I appreciate it, and I'm sure Her Highness does as well. Thank you, Alice." He makes his voice intentionally charming, leaving the poor girl blushing as she scurries out of the room.
Feeling pleased with himself, Killian slides his hand down Swan's arm then to her hip before landing on her thigh and sliding it between her legs. His movements cause a delightful moan to fall from her lips. Smirking, he continues his ministrations, sliding a finger inside her.
"Killian," she breathes, bucking her hips against him. The motion spurs him on further and he adds another finger. He can see her eyelids flutter open and he chuckles. He adds more fingers, feeling her close to her peak. A few moments later, with her wetness on his fingers, he feels her come undone. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Once she fully recovers, she turns toward him, a lazy smile on her lips.
"Morning love," he purrs.
"Morning," she replies, snuggling against him. "That was a lovely way to wake up."
"They'll be plenty of more wake up calls like that." He lays his forehead against hers.
Something must occur to her as she frowns. "One of the maids will come in soon."
"Ah, don't worry Swan, I took care of that." She raises an eyebrow. "Your maid Alice knows to tell the others not to bother you."
"Good." A wicked grin spreads across her face as he feels her take him in her hand. "I do have a favor to return, after all."
Out of the countless mornings Killian's risen to in his extremely long life, this one is definitely one of the best. The one that champions it is the morning he had discovered that Emma had stayed in the cabin with him that first night after the storm.
"Who am I to stop you?" he teases as she ducks under the sheets.
Yes, definitely one of the best mornings he's had.
"So, how should we do this?" Emma asks, popping a grape in her mouth. At some point, Alice had returned with a tray full of breakfast food, both for him and the princess. He had to admit, it'd been amusing seeing Swan's face grimace as she as served breakfast in bed. Guess self-sufficiency wasn't just for the ship.
"I'm not quite sure, love. I haven't exactly done this before," he teases.
She groans. "Just something that won't get your thrown in the dungeon."
"That might be a little hard to manage, your father seems quite set on going through with his threats of locking Captain Hook up." He ponders for a moment before saying, "Mayne we just wing it. You can start us off, and then I can follow."
Signing, the princess lays her head on his shoulder. "I guess you're right, there's no real good way to introduce a pirate to my parents. Least of the all the fearsome Captain Hook." She smirks, wiping some cream off his chin. "Though, I'm not quite sure about the fearsome part right now."
He snorts. He is indeed fearsome! "Too bad I didn't my kohl."
"Har har," she grumbles as she digs into her eggs.
He tries to hide his nerves during the rest of the meal, not wanting to worry Emma. However, a part of him is a bundle of nerves, the idea of getting looked in a dungeon not appealing in the least. While he's been in share fair of dungeons and brigs throughout his life, the thought of this one permanently separating him from his love makes him a tad queasy. But, they'll do this as best they can.
"Hey," she murmurs, storming his hair. Of course, he couldn't hide his fear from her. "Everything's going to be okay." However, he can hear the uncertainty in her voice.
He turns his gaze to her, sighing. "I promise you, Swan. I will fight for us."
"I will as well, even if I have to use, whatever it is that I have."
"Just don't hurt those you love on account of me."
"I hope I don't have to," she grumbles, nuzzling his neck. "Now, come, let's finish our breakfast."
They try to focus on other more enjoyable things for the rest of the meal. However, it doesn't really work.
Gods, he hopes today ends well.
Later that afternoon, Killian fiddles with the satchel currently strung over his shoulder. Emma had decided it would be best to speak to her parents in their chamber, somewhere where the guards weren't that close by in case the pirate needed to run off. He'd take Emma with him, of course.
He hears soft murmurs through the door, the princess trying to warm her parents up before he enters the room. She'd thought it'd be a good idea to beg her parents to have an open mind before "pulling back the curtain" so to speak.
A moment later, he hears a light knock on the door, signaling for him to come in. He enters, bowing to the royal couple before taking his place beside Emma.
"It's good to see you, Killian," the queen starts, hesitating. "However, Emma seems quite nervous about something involving you."
"But she insists that you tell us," the king chimes, raising an eyebrow. "She's only said that she wishes for us to keep an open mind as you speak." Oh boy.
The pirate glances at the princess, who returns his gaze as she twists her hands nervously. He's never seen her Swan this fearful, not sinceā¦He shakes the thought away, reaching into his satchel.
"Your Majesties," he begins, looking them in the eyes. "I haven't been completely honest with you."
"We haven't been completely honest with you," Emma corrects softly.
The royal couple raises their eyebrows, but remains silent.
Killian, with his flair for dramatics, detaches the faux hand that he's worn since he entered the castle. He notices the way the older royals' eyes widen in shock as his brace becomes visible. Then, he brings his hook out of his bag and he can see that the king and queen know where this is going. Thankfully, they remain quiet. He places the hook in place, feeling somewhat whole again. He lifts his arm, allowing the metal to going against the afternoon sun streaming through the windows.
"You're-" the queen gasps.
"Captain Hook," he finishes. "Aye, Your Majesty, I am."
The king immediately stands up,, but his wife pulls him back down onto the bed.
"We promised Emma we'd hear him out," she hisses, but the king eyes the pirate warily before nodding.
"Fine," the king harrumphs. "But one step out of line and I'm throwing you in the dungeon."
Killian just tosses a wry smile before spilling into his tale. He tells them everything, about his life, his beginnings as a pirate, his life with Milah, the Crocodile, Emma's kidnapping. Just everything. As he weaves his tale, Emma stands by him, her hand on his arm, providing him some comfort.
When he's done, he watches as the royal couple's expressions remain dumbfounded.
"So," the princess asks impatiently. The pirate almost chuckles.
The king massages his temple, exchanging glances with his wife. "We need to discuss this in private." Gazing at the two of them, he sighs, "Please leave us to have some privacy."
"Father," Emma begs.
"Just be grateful I'm not placing him in irons right this minute," the king retorts. "Remain outside until we call you back in."
Emma sighs before curtsying and Killian bowing before they leave the room.
Once they close the door, Emma kisses him, long and slow, her love for him evident.
"I love you," she whispers, her hands grasping his wrists.
"And I you," he murmurs. "I promise you, nothing will separate us."
So, they just hold each other, finding comfort in each other's presence as they wait for their future together to be decided by the two people on the other side of the door.
"He's Captain Hook," David grumbles as soon as they door shuts. "He's goddamn Captain Hook." He wipes his face with his hand. "How did that happen?"
Mary-Margaret stares at her husband, sharing his sentiment. "I guess they must have figured we'd have him arrested as soon as he crossed the threshold of the castle."
"Well, they're correct," he grumbles. "But I don't understand, why did Emma go along with it? Did she think he would hurt her? We have plenty of guards to protect her!"
The queen almost pities her husband for the next words about to come out of her mouth. "Isn't it obvious? They wanted us to warm up to him, to see him beyond the pirate."
"Why though?!" Oh boy.
"Because they're in love, David."
His eyes widen and he shakes his head. "No way, not possible." The queen chuckles softly, knowing her husband's being stubborn. "This isn't funny, Mary-Margaret."
She rolls her eyes. "I know it's not. But," she begins, raising on eyebrow, "did it ever it occur to you how exactly the spell over Emma had been broken?"
"They said the witch gave her an antidote."
"For the obedience potion, not the love potion. The love potion was black magic and we both know the only way to break a spell like that." Understanding reaches her husband's eyes and she smiles. "They didn't say directly how, but the implication was clear. True Love's kiss broke the spell, love, and they have True Love."
"But," her love starts, opening and closing his mouth. "All the things he's done! All the people's he's hurt!"
"I know and I agree." She shrugs. "However, it appears that he's more than ready to atone for actions. Should we not give him a chance to prove that he can change or that he has changed?"
David sighs. "But he's a pirate!"
"And you were a Shepard when I married you," she reminds him gently. "And I a bandit on the run before reclaiming my kingdom." She takes her husband's face in her hands. "Emma loves him and he her. If we separate them, we might lose her forever." She wasn't ready to lose her only daughter. "Is that what you want? To have us wake up one morning to find her gone, having run away with him?"
David closes his eyes. "I don't and I know I can't just surround her with guards all day. She'd kill me." He chuckles bitterly. "Fine, I'll give Captain Hook a chance. But one slip up and I won't hesitate to put him behind bars."
"Of course."
The queen opens the door and ushers the couple inside. The two don't even bother to hide their connection as Emma grips Hook's arm, and he rubs his hook against her daughter in reassurance.
"We have made a decision," David glances at the couple. "We are giving Captain Hook the opportunity to prove himself to us. He must be able to show that he is more than what we've heard of him." Addressing Hook directly, the king says, "Do not take this decision lightly. One misstep and I will ensure that you don't see sunlight again."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Hook says, bowing.
"Now, I have other things to take care of, so I must leave you." The king goes to depart, but Emma stops him, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you, Papa," the queen hears her say.
The king merely returns the gesture, smiles, and leaves.
The relief between the couple is palpable and the queen sees the love between them so clearly now.
"I urge you to take my husband's request seriously," she informs Hook. "He struggles to see what I have already noticed between you too. Though, I suspect that's more about him being in denial that his daughter is deeply in love." She shrugs.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Hook says, nodding, "I promise you that I will prove that I am worthy of your daughter."
"You already have," Emma mumbles.
"I have to admit that if your tale is true, then I agree with Emma." It was true. The couple standing before her had already been through so much and Mary-Margaret could see that there was more to the pirate than his reputation. "However, my husband is quite stubborn-"
"Sounds familiar." Hook smirks, his eyes sliding to Emma. The queen snickers.
"He is quite stubborn when it comes to protecting those he loves."
"I understand," Hook says.
"Thank you, Mother," Emma says, giving her a hug.
"It's alright, sweetheart. Everything will work out," the queen promises. Stepping back, she smirks, raising an eyebrow at the couple. "Though I urge you to be more careful." Both pirate and princess bears expressions of confusion on their faces as the queen rolls her eyes. "Apparently, you were quite famished this morning, Emma. The cook had said you wanted double the helpings you usually have at breakfast." She tosses them a knowing smirk as Emma face turns beet red and Hook scratches his ear.
"Um, okay, we'll be more careful," Emma says, not willing to look her mother in the eye.
"You Majesty, I-" Hook starts, but she holds up her hand. She had a feeling if this were any other situation, he'd be making an innuendo.
"There is no need to apologize. David and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. Still can't really," she muses.
"I so did not need to know that, Mother," her daughter whines.
"Yes, yes, now go!" She makes a shooing motion with her hands. The couple grins before thanking her again and running out the door.
Once they depart, the queen plops on her bed, laughing. She really should have figured that Emma would not take the easy route when it came to finding love. After all, she's had the quite the role models. The queen wonders if it runs in the family. Ah, well, at least it'll be entertaining to see Hook try to get into David's good graces.
So long as Emma doesn't kill one of them first, of course,
