This is a 2 part fic...part 2 to follow in a couple of days.
Hope you enjoy :)
Chapter One
"Right," David began as the three woman settled back in the tiny, run down apartment after their roof top expulsion of Regina's evil half, "so, what's the plan now?" he asked.
"We're all going home, obviously," Snow replied matter of factly as she turned to look at him.
Emma groaned, having just sat down beside Killian on the sofa. "Right now?" she asked. The last thing she felt like doing after the day...last few days (weeks?) she'd had was driving all the way back home to Storybrooke.
"Well, yes," Snow answered her with a gentle smile. "We have no further reason to stay in New York, do we? And I would very much like to get back to my son."
"And I need to get home to baby Robin," Zelena whined.
"Not to mention getting the crystal and all of Storybrooke's magic back safely before anything else happens," Regina pointed out.
"I know," Emma sighed, slumping back against the sofa and snuggling slightly into Killian's side, feeling as though everyone was against her. "It's just...you do all realise it's more than a seven hour drive back to Storybrooke? And I don't know about anyone else, but I'm pretty beat and really not in the mood for driving for seven hours."
"Then what are you suggesting?" Regina asked, peering around the wall into the bedroom to check on Henry and Violet.
"That we find some food, seek shelter and then drive home in the morning, after some sleep," she sighed tiredly and leant further into Killian's embrace when he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I'm not sleeping here," Zelena sniffed, eyeing the threadbare sofa and the lone bed in the room next door. "It was bad enough the last time," she needlessly added and received a look of disdain from Regina at the reminder that she had lived here for a time with Robin Hood.
"We can't all stay here comfortably anyway," Snow added, trying to break the tension between the two sisters before it started.
"Then it's lucky that New York has an abundance of hotels, isn't it?" Emma said as she pushed herself off the sofa. "I can quickly find a decent hotel within walking distance from here and book us some rooms," she announced, waving her dad out of his chair so she could sit at the table and use the laptop.
"You actually want to stay in the city tonight?" Regina asked in disbelief, only just realising she was serious about this.
"Yes," Emma replied sharply, opening up a search engine to find a hotel. "If any of you want to go find Gold's car and head home now, fair enough. But I'm not driving for seven hours tonight," she said defiantly and clicked on a website that looked promising.
"You know I'm with you, Swan," Killian gave her a tender smile across the room, for which Emma was grateful. As always, he was the first one to back her up on her plans.
"I suppose it does make sense," Snow said diplomatically. "I didn't realise it was such a long drive home and we are all tired after the last couple of days. I'll just go and call Granny and check up on Neal. I'll let her know what's going on," she added and slipped outside of the apartment.
"Fine," Regina conceded, "Looks like we're all staying."
"Yes!" Henry hissed from the other room.
"Good," Emma muttered under her breath as she clicked on a hotel that looked okay, wasn't ridiculously expensive and only about a 10 minute walk from where they were. "Regina, would you mind sharing a room with the kids?" she asked.
"Kids?" Henry scoffed, having overheard her.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Oh, my apologies, kid!," she added with sarcasm. "Regina, would you mind sharing with the teenagers?"
"No, that's fine. I think I'd like to keep my eye on him anyway." She gave Henry a serious look. A look that told him he was going to find himself grounded once they got home.
"Good idea. So, this hotel I'm looking at, I can get you a room with two double beds and a sofa bed, so you'll all have your own space to sleep and then...how many other rooms do we need?" Emma asked as she looked around at everyone.
"If I could just say," Dr Jekyll spoke up, "I would be most comfortable staying here for the night. I mean, it would suit me perfectly fine."
"You're sure?" she checked as she filled in some details on the website.
"Oh yes. I'll be quite all right here," the nervous little man insisted.
"Okay then. One of us will come over in the morning to pick you up. So, that's three rooms, plus the family room. Erm...does anyone have a credit card on them?" Emma asked, patting her pockets and realising she only had a bit of cash with her.
Snow stepped back into the apartment just then. "Both Neal and Robin are doing fine," she informed everyone. "The faeries are helping Granny take care of them. And things back home are calm for the moment," she added as Zelena actually gave her a grateful smile for the news.
"That's good to know," David gave his wife a relieved look whilst searching in his pocket for his wallet and then realised that he didn't have it with him.
Regina gave him a look and a snort of derision as she handed her card over. "I expect everyone to pay me back," she muttered seriously.
"Wait, did you just say three rooms?" David asked Emma.
"Yes Dad, three double rooms and a family room," Emma sighed as she entered the credit card number on the website. "Jekyll is staying here. I'm quite sure Zelena won't mind having a room to herself, then your room and...our room," she practically whispered to herself.
"Then where is Hook staying?" he asked.
"Oh David," Snow chuckled and slowly shook her head.
"Dad! Seriously?" Emma asked incredulously. He had to be deluding himself if he really thought that after all this time they hadn't spent the night together before. And if he thought for a second that after everything they'd been through recently and then being separated by realms that she was letting Killian out of her sight tonight and not share the same room, he was crazy.
She caught Killian's eye over the top of the laptop screen and they shared one of their secret smiles. David noticed and muttered something to himself, before Snow slapped his arm and shoved him towards the bedroom.
"Okay, that's all booked. So, we can all just walk over there now if you want to? We can check in, find our rooms and...I can actually have a damn night off!" she sighed in relief as she shut down the laptop.
"We'll go get you some food first," Snow told Dr Jekyll and took David's hand as she led him from the apartment.
Just over an hour later, once they'd returned with food for the doctor and then made an impromptu stop at a drug store they passed on their journey to the hotel to buy a few overnight essentials, the party of eight arrived at the hotel and were soon all checked in.
"How about we all meet in the lobby in the morning?" Emma asked as she handed out the key-cards to each of their rooms. "About 7.30 or something? We can have breakfast and then once we find Gold's car, which is probably at the hotel he was staying in, we can head home."
Everyone voiced their agreement to that plan. "What about the keys for his car?" David wondered.
"They will no doubt be in his room. Emma was able to encrypt a key-card somehow that got her into his room when we were looking for the crystal," Regina said. "We can use that again."
"If not," Emma shrugged carelessly, "won't be the first car I've hot wired," she chuckled at the look her parents were giving her.
"Emma!" Snow said, aghast.
"Hot wired?" Killian murmured against her ear, confused by the term.
"Stolen," she clarified simply.
He nodded in understanding. "That's my girl!" he said proudly, whilst her parents were still giving her looks of disappointment.
"What?" she smirked as she took hold of Killian's hand. "Sometimes I had to do what I had to do. You should understand that. Anyway, I guess I'll see you all in the morning. Goodnight," she smiled and was about to lead her pirate towards the elevators.
"Emma, it's barely eight pm. I thought you said something about finding some food?" David asked.
"Yeah, but my plans involved just ordering room service," she groaned. "All I want is a hot shower, some food and sleep."
"We don't have to go to bed yet, do we?" Henry asked Regina, obviously thinking his other mother's plans were lame. "I wanted to show Violet a bit more of the city."
"I think you two have seen enough," Emma muttered. "We've been chasing you all over the damn city all day, not to mention that pitstop in Boston!"
"Mom?" he turned to Regina, hoping to get a different answer.
"We can go out for some dinner," she promised him. "And then maybe we could see if it's not too late to go up to the top of the Empire State Building tonight," she added with a smile.
"Yes!" he hissed and pumped a fist in the air.
Emma rolled her eyes at the easy way Regina was giving in to him. "Honestly, you lot can please yourselves about how you spend your evening. I'm going to go find my room," she decided. "I mean, unless you want to go out?" she suddenly thought to ask Killian.
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me, love," he answered her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
She smiled softly, she should've known what his answer would be, since he always put her needs and wants first. "Okay then, be good," she spoke to Henry. "Make sure you stay with Regina and no more running off," she warned him with a motherly wag of her finger.
"Yeah, Mom," he groaned.
"Goodnight then. I'll see you all down here at 7.30am," she reminded them and after also saying goodnight to her parents, they were finally able to escape, heading for the elevator and up to their room.
Killian closed the door behind them as Emma dumped the bag of items from the drug store on the desk. She then shrugged out of her jacket and pulled the band from her hair, letting her ponytail down, before flopping backwards onto the bed, arms outstretched either side of her. "Finally!" she sighed happily, brushing her fingers against the crisp cotton of the sheets and closing her eyes, enjoying the luxury of a huge bed. "Mmm, this is nice," she sighed.
"Are you planning on sleeping like that, Swan?" Killian asked, humour in his voice as he took his hook from his jacket pocket where he'd placed it when he'd realised people were staring at him on the street and put it on the desk. He then tossed his jacket atop of Emma's before turning to lay down beside her. "I don't think you'll be very comfortable."
"No. I need to order some food, and then shower before we eat. But, there's something much more important I need to do first," she muttered as she shifted herself on the bed until she could get up on her knees and crawled over him, straddling his body.
He opened his eyes, a single eyebrow arched high when he saw the position she was in. "What are you do-" his words were swallowed by hers as she lowered her head and claimed his lips in a long, drawn out kiss. His hand came up to cup the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair and sliding to her neck as his currently hookless arm curled around her back. Her own hands framed his face, stroking her thumbs against his cheeks as the kiss continued.
"What was that for?" he gasped when she ended the kiss and rested her forehead against his.
She shrugged one shoulder. "This is the first moment I've had alone with you to kiss you properly. Honestly, I just get you back from, well...the dead, and before I can actually process that or rejoice in that fact, all hell breaks loose again," she sighed, kissing his lips chastely once more before rising up and sitting on his thighs.
He smiled softly at her, his hand now at her waist unconsciously brushing his thumb against a slither of skin exposed between her sweater and jeans. "I'm coming to realise that this notion to stay overnight in the city has ulterior motives. Not that I'm going to complain about that, obviously!" he chuckled.
Emma sighed as she rolled from his lap to snuggle up beside him. "I honestly am too tired to drive home tonight. I...I can't remember the last decent nights sleep I had," she admitted quietly as her fingers played with the charms of his necklace. "But I'm not going to deny that getting to spend a night alone with you is a delightful bonus that I plan to take advantage of," she whispered, reaching up to press a soft kiss beneath his jaw.
"Take advantage of...me?" he asked as his eyebrow shot up again, a look of mischief bright in his blue eyes as he peered down at her.
"Mmm, if you're a good boy," she smirked and patted his chest. "But first, food," she said, rolling from the bed and getting up to find a room service menu amongst all the brochures in the room.
After perusing the menu together, Emma eventually put in an order for two cheeseburgers, fries and a glass of wine for her and beer for Killian.
"They said it could take up to an hour," she groaned as she hung up the phone and found the bag of shopping she'd bought to pull out two bottles of water. Tossing one to Killian, she opened hers and took a long swig, before setting it down again and grabbing up the rest of the bag. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?" she asked, watching him open his bottle of water with his teeth.
"Go right ahead, love," he smiled at her and then grimaced at he drank some of the water.
"Yeah, sorry they didn't have any rum," she smirked, heading for the bathroom. "Don't you have your flask with you?" she wondered, he usually always had it on him.
"Between the Crocodile tethering all of the town's magic to that bloody crystal and getting sucked into another realm, I didn't have chance to look for my belongings."
"Right," she nodded. "I'm sure they'll be somewhere in Storybrooke. Probably on your ship or maybe at my place. We'll find them," she promised him. "Right, shower," she remembered what she was doing and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
After standing under the warm spray of the water for several minutes, Emma realised that she was wasting time that could be better spent with her man waiting for her in the bedroom. It was hard to believe it had only been a little over 24 hours since he had been returned to her from the dead by the Greek God of all Gods. Killian had told her that when he went to move on, Zeus had met him and told him it was time to send him where he belonged and the next thing he knew, he'd been standing across from her near his own grave. He could have been returned to any realm if Zeus had simply meant a return to his life, or anywhere in Storybrooke if he'd meant the town specifically. But Killian had been returned to the exact spot Emma had been at the time, meaning that Zeus believed that where he belonged was right by her side and she couldn't be more grateful.
But in those 24 hours since his return she had barely been able to spend any time with him, never mind precious time on their own to talk or kiss or...anything. So, as pleasant as the hot shower was, she had a pressing need to return to her True Love. True Love…she hadn't really had time to contemplate that either. It seemed like only moments after being declared as sharing True Love, she'd had to leave him, for what she assumed would be forever. Then after returning to Storybrooke, she hadn't been able to think too much about anything because it had hurt too much. And now that she had chance to really consider what that meant for them, even if it was a little overwhelming, she realised it wasn't really that much of a surprise to her, not after all the selfless sacrifices they had made for each other and the desire to keep one another safe. She knew he'd do anything for her, just as she would for him. Besides, she had pretty much decided he was it for her anyway. Finishing up washing herself quickly, she climbed from the tub and dried off before pulling on the tacky, oversized I (heart) NY souvenir T-shirt she'd picked up from the drug-store.
"Bathroom's free if you want it," she told him, dumping her dirty clothes on the chair at the desk. "What you doing?" she asked, looking up and finding him stood by the window.
"Just observing the city. It's so busy," he replied, still looking out the window. "And usually so loud, thankfully you can't hear much of it up here. How did you live here for an entire year?" he asked, as she stepped beside him and he pulled her into his embrace.
She shrugged. "You get used to it. I've lived in various cities across the country my whole life, but New York is definitely the most crowded place I've lived. They call it 'The city that never sleeps'."
"Hmm, I can understand why," he mused and turned away from the window, pulling the curtains back across it. "This is...interesting," he tugged at her T-shirt that came half way down her thighs.
"I was a bit stuck for choice. Want me to show you how to use the shower?" she asked him.
"Is that your way of telling me I need to bathe, Swan?" he teased.
"No. I wasn't suggesting anything. I mean it's up to. I...just, well I thought, you..."
Killian smiled at her stumbling over her words. "It would be nice to clean up a bit," he finally said and kissed her temple before he began to unfasten his clothes so as he could remove the brace for his hook.
After a quick demonstration of the shower and handing him a new toothbrush and other items she'd bought, she left him to it to explore the rest of the hotel room. In the closet she found a pair of bathrobes and gratefully pulled one on herself and then knocked on the bathroom door. "Killian?" she called and opened the door a crack. "I found some robes. I'll leave you one here to put on when you're done," she told him, placing the item on the closed toilet seat.
Emma was sat on the bed, flicking through the TV channels when there came a knock at the door and the opening of the bathroom door simultaneously.
"Who's that?" Killian asked as he stepped back into the bedroom, thankfully wearing the robe she'd left in there. His clothes were all folded neatly as he set them down next to her jumbled pile and she shook her head wryly. How could two people be so similar and yet so different at the same time?
"It will just be room service with our food," she told him, going to answer it.
Once the young man had set the food out for them and left them to it, pocketing his tip, Emma grabbed the plates and took them to the bed, sitting cross legged against the headboard. Munching on a French fry, she patted the spot beside her, looking up at Killian. "Join me?" she asked.
"Really, Swan? Dining in bed?" he appeared appalled.
"Oh come on, a hotel room is the best place to break some rules," she said, stuffing two more fries in her mouth. Damn she was hungry.
"Is it now?" he asked, finally climbing onto the bed beside her and she caught the smirk on his face. Trust his mind to have gone there.
"If you eat all your dinner, maybe you'll find out," she told him, passing him his drink.
He grinned to himself before taking a sip and setting it down on the night-stand so he could eat his dinner. "I'm curious," he began after swallowing a mouthful of burger, "how did you even finish up in New York? I thought you said Henry had absconded to Boston when you left Storybrooke to locate him."
"Hmm, well apparently my kid is a sneaky little…he fooled us," she replied and launched into the whole tale of her day chasing after her wayward son and his girlfriend whom he refused to refer to as his girlfriend...so far.
In return he regaled her with the saga of the strange realm they had finished up in and what had happened and how they had escaped from Hyde.
"Do you think we can trust this Jekyll?" she asked him, finishing up the last of her French fries.
Killian shrugged as he chewed his last mouthful. "It was the other bloke, Hyde, he seemed to be the villain there. But, given our history, it would be prudent to keep an eye on him."
"Agreed," Emma nodded. "Wait, if you finished up in that realm through the portal, then Merida, the Merry Men and everyone else, they didn't end up there too, did they?" she wondered, clambering from the bed to put their empty plates back onto the tray.
He shook his head and finished his beer. "No. I'm sure they got back to their own realm safely. The portal only started acting up when Zelena was trying to close it. We didn't see any of them there, anyway."
Emma nodded thoughtfully. "Anyway," she sighed deeply, wanting to leave such problems behind for tonight. Finding the remote, she switched the TV off before discarding her robe and getting back into bed, kicking the quilt back until she could slide her legs beneath it and then snuggled up close to him as he took her into his embrace.
With her face nuzzled into his neck, her lips were soon pressed against his warm skin, trailing down the hallow of his throat and pushing the fluffy white bathrobe aside, placing soft kisses along his collarbone. He moaned deeply in his throat as his hand slid into her hair and guided her head up slightly, until lips could meet in a kiss that she kept soft and gentle, almost as though afraid he might break.
She moved then, pushing the quilt aside to sit astride his lap, facing him directly and tilted her head to deepen the kiss a little. Hands and arms held one another close, but slowly began to explore, stroking up and down backs and arms and even through the fabric of the clothing they were wearing, their touch was leaving a heated trail behind on each other.
She sighed softly as the kiss ended, forehead's resting against each other as they both caught their breath before she leant back a little and her eyes fixed on his, unable to look away.
"What is it?" he asked at her intense gaze.
"It's just," she began in a mere whisper, as she ran her fingers up and down the lapels of his robe, "barely two days ago I was standing at your...your grave," she tripped on the word, "in tears, telling you how much I missed you and...and..." She faded off as her eyes filled and as she blinked, she felt one fat tear roll down her cheek.
"Emma, love. Don't do that to yourself," he said gently, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm here, I'm alive and we're okay. We can just put all that behind us now," he tried to reassure her.
She nodded against his shoulder, wiping her eyes on the robe surreptitiously and wishing it was that easy to simply put it all behind them. Because she knew there was still a pretty serious conversation that they needed to have. The had both been through so much in the last couple of months that it was bound to leave a mark on them.
He pushed her back slightly and wiped her remaining tears away with his thumb. "Okay?" he asked, delicately holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
She nodded and gave him a watery smile before he swooped in to kiss her, a little more heated and demanding than before. Her hands slid into the front of his robe, sliding up his chest and out towards his shoulders as she pushed it away from his body. Never breaking the kiss, he shrugged and wiggled his arms until it pooled behind him, pulling his bare arms free as she ran her hand down his chest, fingers trailing up and down his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Suddenly she gasped and broke the kiss, pulling back and placed a hand just above his stomach, glancing down anxiously and peering closely at him.
"Now what?" he asked, when she kept running her hand over the same spot, biting her bottom lip.
"I," she hesitated and looked up at him. He gave her an encouraging small smile and a nod, the same he often gave her when trying to get her to open up about something. "I thought there would be a scar or at least a mark or something, you know, where the erm...the sword..." she faded off, she couldn't say it, could barely think about what she'd had to do and how it had almost destroyed her emotionally.
"Oh, right," he uttered, glancing down at himself. "I suppose I never thought about that."
"Lucky you," she muttered. The memory had plagued her dreams for weeks now. It had been one of the reasons she had been unable, almost afraid, to sleep in the Underworld. "There's not even anything on your neck," she told him, tilting his head to the side to get a closer look.
Killian was being very patient in letting her pull him around to search for new scars, but he very obviously had other things on his mind. "Emma," he took her hand in his and held it close to his heart, even though her stroking his neck had been quite pleasant. "I'm fine. I suspect being resurrected by Zeus has it's advantages. My body was restored in all it's thoroughly dashing glory," he said with a roguish grin and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.
She gave a little giggle at his words as she kissed his cheek and relaxed again. It was at that point that she realised he was practically naked and she was only wearing the T-shirt and that she was sitting on his lap. They hadn't been this close or in such intimate contact for weeks.
"So," she looked up at him with an impish grin, "would that mean that everything is intact and just as good as before?" She pulled her hand from his, allowing it to drift further down his body and untie the robe at his waist, fingers going below his naval and beyond before he caught her hand again and with a sudden movement he had rolled the both of them so that she was pressed into the mattress and he was atop of her, the bathrobe left behind, so that he was now buck naked.
"How about I show you?" he murmured against her lips and stole another kiss as his hips rolled against her.
"Yep," she gasped, feeling his hardening length nudge between her thighs, "that definitely feels familiar." She felt his smirk against her neck where his lips had strayed to as he moved his hips against her again. "I think, just to be sure, a hands on inspection should be conducted," she uttered as her hand delved between them and she grasped his member in her hand.
"Emma!" he almost growled her name as his body jolted against her and raised his head, eyes meeting in a heated gaze of desire.
"Uh huh," she mumbled to herself whilst fondling him gently as he grew firmer still in her hand, "that feels as though it will do the job just as well as it did before."
"Is that right, love? Would you care for us to test your theory?"
"I would love to, Captain," she whispered and let go of him, fixing her hand to the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss him.
The T-shirt she wore was hastily removed and tossed across the room before skin was being bathed in soft, wet kisses and gentle nips of their teeth. Hands and lips caressed and searched every inch of each other, finding all the sweet spots they had already discovered in their past encounters, knowing perfectly well where and how they liked to be touched. Special attention was given to places that brought about the most pleasure in one another, always reciprocating equally.
When his kisses reached the apex of her thighs, he flashed his gaze up towards her through heavy lids. She bit her bottom lip and gave a slight nod of her head before he continued down and as his mouth and tongue touched her heated core, her head fell back to the pillow with a gratified sigh. If she was being honest with herself, and Emma was trying to be much more honest with her feelings about everything these days, she would admit that Killian was the only man she had ever actually enjoyed going down on her.
With every other man who had tried it, and let's face it, not all men bothered, but with those that had, she'd just felt uncomfortable being in such a vulnerable position and as though they were unworthy to know her that intimately. With Killian everything was entirely different. Maybe it was the intensely close bond they had formed and the fact that she trusted him implicitly. Maybe it was because he was her true love and of how deep that connection went. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that he was so damn good at it, lips, tongue, fingers and even his teeth all combined to bring her the utmost pleasure she never even knew existed until him. Not that she should have been too surprised, given how he kissed her.
And when he finally moved to join their bodies, Emma moaned along with him at the thick heat of him sliding inside of her once more. It felt right, familiar, almost like coming home and any trace of anxiety about it being awkward between them again after so long without this intense intimacy were instantly dispersed as they slowly began to move together.
His motions were achingly slow and deep, drawing it out as she clutched him to her, fingernails pressing into his shoulders. They kissed softly, mouths and tongues moving lazily together, swallowing one another's sounds of pleasure, eyes never losing their gaze on each other.
"Faster," Emma whispered against his ear when his lips strayed towards her neck after awhile of gentle, sweet love making. She raised her legs, tilting the angle slightly which made them both groan and then wrapped her legs around his hips, tapping his backside with her ankle to encourage him to move. "Harder," she groaned, burying her hands in his hair.
Killian complied, giving her exactly what she wanted as he increased the rhythm and her hips rose to meet his, bodies crashing together in perfect sync until she found her release. Her body arched against him as she threw her head back, closed her eyes and sighed his name repeatedly amongst some unintelligible curses as she trembled around him. Without even opening her eyes, she knew that his eyes were on her because he loved to watch her come undone.
He gave her a couple of moments before he picked up the tempo again, chasing his own release and reached his peak moments later, squeezing his eyes tight shut as his body shuddered against hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he groaned his way through a string of incoherent words and sounds that she thought included her name and a declaration of love, but most definitely a few expletives.
Eventually his body stilled with his face still pressed into her neck, getting his breath back, his heavy pants hot against her skin. Emma relaxed her legs, letting them fall either side of him, feeling as though they had turned to water amidst their exertions. Her fingers ran up and down his spine and she lovingly kissed the top of his head a couple of times before her fingers lightly scratched through his damp, dark strands.
Slowly he raised his head to kiss her softly before resting his forehead against hers. "I love you," he told her earnestly, placing another feather light kiss on her mouth, cupping her face in his hand as his thumb stroked her cheek.
"I love you, too," she replied, stroking the backs of her fingers against his cheek and jawline, watery eyes smiling into his.
With a happy, sated lopsided grin on his face he lifted himself up slightly and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so as she was nestled against him. She pulled the quilt up around them both, cocooning them in their body heat before shifting her position so she could lay her head on his shoulder, her hand rested on his chest, above his pounding heart as his left arm wrapped around her.
Feeling utterly replete and calm for the first time in weeks, it wasn't long before she felt herself losing her fight against sleep as her eyes began to close. "Get the lights, babe," she muttered, poking his chest with one finger.
He smiled to himself at her use of the sappy moniker she occasionally called him, but only ever when they were completely alone and usually when she was feeling especially affectionate. She had convinced him it was a term of endearment and although it amused him, it also touched him that she let down her walls so completely to use sentimental words of love with him.
"Always so demanding," he grumbled playfully.
"The switch is literally right there!" she said as she pointed with one finger to the switch by his side of the bed.
Fumbling behind him, not wanting to dislodge her too much, he found the switch, hitting the wrong one at first before he managed to get it and plunged the room into darkness. "Goodnight my love," he whispered and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head.
"'Night Killian," she mumbled back and within seconds she fell asleep, Killian not far behind her.
Thanks for reading.
The deep conversation between them is in the next chapter...which I should post in a couple of days, unless I get loads of reviews begging me to post it sooner ;)
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