A/N: SO VERY SORRY this has taken me FOREVER to put up! However, I recently moved out of state and am just now getting settled in (and had to get my internet turned on)! I really hope this chapter was worth the wait! Please let me know what y'all think!

Chapter 17:

(Olivia)

He laid me on his bed and then flicked on the light. Curious, I lifted a brow in his direction. With a smile, he told me, "I want to see you, love."

Well damn if that didn't make me nervous now. He kissed me, no doubt to try and ease the nerves he'd seen flit across my face. Then, he reached down and pulled off my shoes before toeing his own off. He crawled across the mattress to me, lying so that he was on his side almost hovering over me. Those talented fingers danced across my belly and breasts and I couldn't help but let loose a gasp. "Now, where were we?"

I'd been the one to start this. He'd been kidding when he'd offered to bring me up here before, teasing when he'd asked if I was afraid. Then, I'd given him what he wanted since we first laid eyes on one another in almost nine years. I'd kissed him, first.

Those impossibly blue eyes were watching me, patiently.

Reaching up, I stroked his jaw. His eyes fluttered closed at my touch. Although it would pain him greatly to do so, if I asked him to stop right now, he would. Because that's the type of man that Rogers was. He was a good man. He always had been. My discovering that he used to be, and at times could still be, a ruthless pirate didn't change that fact. I didn't think anything could ever change that.

My fingers hooked around the back of his neck and led his mouth back to mine. I would not deny him any more—I wasn't even sure if I could at the point. His mouth took mine in a kiss filled with fiery passion as his hands left smoldering trails of desire in their wake. Those adept fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans before he expertly slid them down my legs and tossed them away. He shucked his next, tossing them just as haphazardly as he had my own.

"Eyes open," he murmured as he drew up.

My grey found his blue and a gasp escaped me as he slid inch by decadent inch inside of me. Fingernails biting into his shoulders, I kept my eyes on his. I knew that he needed reassurance that this is what I really wanted. So, my eyes stayed open to give him that.

Another gasp escaped me when he was fully seated inside of me as a wave of emotion and familiarity crashed over me. It reminded me of the coffee that was brewing that day in the café. The intoxicating scent of oil paint, still fresh on a new canvas. How the rain clings in the air after a heavy storm. His cologne mixed with the indescribable scent that was just Rogers.

My eyes fluttered closed when his mouth slanted over mine. I gripped him to me, needing the anchor as he began to move torturously slow. All of it culminated together squeezed the invisible bands around my heart as the realization hit.

I was finally home.

Tears burned hot, but I blinked them away. I didn't want him to see them and mistake them for something else. After the years we had spent apart, in this moment I had reclaimed my home, and I did not want anything to ruin this feeling ever again.

As if he were thinking the same things, his slow, gentle movement quickened into powerful and deeper strokes. The friction built mercilessly until a mighty onslaught of pleasure crashed over me. I had to sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming out his name.

He slowed to an undulating rhythm, allowing me to come down from the high. Then, that talented mouth took mine in a frenzy. His mouth left mine, trailing kisses and nibbles down my neck as I hummed my approval.

I felt the smirk, rather than saw it, as he laid one last kiss against my collar bone. "Still as good as you remember?"

"Even better," I murmured, meeting his eyes as he lifted his head.

"Good," he smiled down at me. "Because I'm going to need to see that one more time before we're done here."

True to his word, I rode that wave of pleasure once more and he followed right behind me. It took more than a moment to recover, but after we had, I slipped on another shirt of his since the one I'd stolen all those years ago was downstairs. When I climbed back onto the bed, after opening the bedroom door a bit, the smile he sent me quite literally melted my heart. It was almost as if he thought I'd go back to the room across the hall.

Instead, I curled into him beneath the blanket and softly whispered, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, love," He murmured as he flicked off the light.

A few seconds later, I felt his lips brush my hair and couldn't help but smile. After such a wonderful day and beautiful night, I didn't want to fall asleep. I'd found my home in Rogers. Although I'd never allowed myself to see it before, it was very clear that he had always been my home—even back in Hyperion Heights. He was my person—the perfect ying to my yang and all that. One thing was for sure: I never wanted to give him up again.

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(Nick)

The pig had slipped up, hadn't he?

Did he really think I wouldn't be staking the area out? The GPS only got me so far, but I knew where she and the boy were before the tracker stopped transmitting. They must have been found. Probably by the pig.

I'd purchased the deer stand specifically for the pursuit, as a hunter would to wait for their prey to show up. Lo and behold, she did. One of the cameras had been tripped by a short, funny-looking man. He headed right for where I was set up, sitting right beneath the deer stand and waiting. For what? I found out shortly thereafter.

From seemingly out of nowhere, a cylindrical something clanged against the pavement. He'd picked it up and held it out in front of him. I wanted to know what it was, so I picked up the binoculars from where they hung around my neck. Gibberish, I'd realized, but that was until I looked back up and saw them all. Six more men of short stature greeted the seventh. Beyond them had been the pig, Olivia, and the boy.

After the seven short guys left, the boy was very interested in the shimmery barrier. Anger surged through me when the pig picked up the boy and pretended to throw him outside of the barrier. The boy squealed and ran away, and rage replaced the anger. That fucking pig put his arm around my woman and kissed her as they headed back to a piece of shit Chevelle. Picking up my camera, I'd shot off as many pictures I could capture as they returned to the car and drove away.

That was nearly 48 hours ago.

Storybrooke, Maine was a quaint little town, wasn't it? I'd staked the town, learned the comings and goings of the people. With its rows of kept shops, all displaying something or other in the front windows. It was different, too. People couldn't seem to decide if they wanted to drive a car or ride a horse. There was also the bit about the large flying beast. That had given me a pause. And, it seemed, there was magic. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it myself. But it was here.

Apparently there were two of the pigs, too. I'd been rightly confused about that at first. How has they both managed to lose the same appendage? Regardless, the other wore a hook and was plenty friendly with a blonde, and Olivia's pig wore a fake hand and was too friendly with my woman.

I held my camera ready and started snapping pictures.

My lip curled in a sneer as I watched Olivia press her lips to his in front of his piece of shit car. They'd just come out of the Sheriff's station. The boy hugged the pig and then took his mother's hand. They headed off up the main drag, the pig looking after them. Then, he got into his piece of shit and seemed to follow after them, but passed them with a wave and continued on.

I returned to my room at the inn. I'd had to break out a new alias to rent the room, figuring they'd requested my rap sheet. Hell, maybe Olivia had told them some of the names I used to use to find her. She was mine, what else was I to do when she was being disobedient?

After firing up the laptop, I shoved the memory card from the camera into the slot and started going through what I'd managed to get today. I pulled up the pictures of the pig getting into the car and pulled up one of my profiles.

This was going to be fun, engaging my followers in the new developments. They would help me, I was sure. The punishment needed to fit the crime for the pig. Let's see how creative they could be. A quick swipe over the keys told them I needed help to rid myself of the pig and any help would be greatly appreciated. Notifications quickly poured in and I couldn't help but smile.

At least they never let me down like Olivia had.

I'd warned her, hadn't I?

Now, it was time for her to pay the consequences.