AN- There might be some mushy stuff at the beginning of this chapter before they get into it, but I assure you that it is worth reading. It took me the majority of the day to write this chapter and a couple cups of coffee but I'm satisfied with the way it turned out. It was nice to take the day off from my school obligations to write this. As always this is not proof-read in the slightest. Get over it, I don't want to worry about that when I'm writing for fun. Please enjoy and if you liked it let me know. A writer lives for the feedback.

**Chapter Two**

Night of Passion

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck so that he could hoist her into his arms and carry her down below deck.

Killian tucked her head beneath his chin, gripping her tightly against him as his hand and hook held her in place.

She burrowed herself against him, her arms weaving themselves around his neck for purchase, the scent of salty sweat and leather assaulting her scenes — a scent that was uniquely Killian.

"Hold on tight love," he told her as they began to descend the stairs leading to his cabin.

Killian carried her over the threshold of his cabin and walked them over to his bed and carefully placed her upon it.

Emma laid down on the bed, her head resting on the pillow as her fingers explored the soft sheets beneath her — a place he had spent the majority of his life sleeping on. She shifted her legs on the bed, letting the softness and warmth of the sheets sweep against her legs.

Killian began to undress, his methodical fingers plucking at the strings of his leather vest all too easily for a man that only processed one hand.

She directed her attention to where he stood, watching him divest himself of his vest with hooded eyes, mapping out the contours of his arms and the roughness of his chest poking out of his black linen shirt. Her eyes roved over him intently as he pulled the shirt over his head and used his hand and hook to remove the sleeves and free his arms.

Emma held in a gasp as his upper half was revealed. She had long since wondered about the contraption that was used to rig his hooked hand in place.

The device was made of thick brown leather wrapped in a sturdy intricate design that resembled a bandage. At the end of the contraption there was a metal piece that was meant to attach the hook. The entire thing was held together with leather straps that crossed over his shoulders with his other arm bearing the majority of the weight.

Emma directed her attention to his chiseled chest covered in a thick dusting of dark chest hair, the exposed skin covered in scars from his pirating adventures. She felt the pull to run her fingers through his chest hair and roam over his scars wanting to know how he had gotten each one. Lastly, she noticed the silver of his necklace hanging from his neck, the charms resting in the nest of curls blanketed over his chest.

Killian's eyes drifted toward hers, gauging her reaction, the silence deafening as he waited with baited breath for her to make a comment. "You can say something if you wish. It isn't everyday that you see something like this." He broke the silence, and gestured to the mechanism that held his hooked hand.

She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words to articulate how she felt at this moment in time. Words simply weren't enough to describe what she was feeling at seeing him in a vulnerable state.

Instead she swung her legs over the bed and rose to her feet in front of him. Closing the distance between them, she placed a tentative hand on his face while the other reached for his hook. She traced the cold metal with her fingertips, mesmerized by the feel of it in her hand. Emma shifted her eyes to his, watching him as he watched her expectantly. Finishing her exploration, she dropped a kiss of acceptance to his curved appendage.

Killian stood dumbfounded by the sincerity of his actions, a look of shock gracing his dark features. He placed his hand over the one that cupped his cheek, taking her hand in his and bringing to his lips. "You are perfect." He said, his heart beating loudly in his chest.

Emma gave him an earnest smile, the color filling her cheeks. She moved her hands, placing her palms flat against his chest, feeling his muscles shake underneath her touch. She swept her fingers through his silky hair that covered his chest, the sensation odd but pleasant to behold. She paused hesitantly at his scars, caressing them with the smallest touch wishing she could take away his pain.

"Emma." Her name fell from his lips like an unspoken promise.

She moved her fingers over him, inching closer to the leather over his shoulders, keeping her eyes trained on his to read his nervous expression. Emma poised herself at his straps and nodded for permission to continue.

"Aye." He permitted.

Tucking her hands underneath the leather, she pushed the contraption over his shoulders, minding the heaviest part that contained his hook.

Killian moved to aid her by clicking his hook out of place and placed it near the bed for safe keeping. He shifted as the material was stripped from his arms and decided to remove the holder and shake the rest of it from his body, the device falling to the floor with a thud at his feet. He was completely exposed.

Her eyes drifted back to his, his blue eyes stern and his body stiff. Emma lifted her shaking fingers to the place where his hand used to be, the skin long since healed over. There wasn't even a scar, it had been a clean cut. She shifted her eyes back to his, silently asking permission to touch him.

"I don't want you to be afraid to touch me." He admitted. "Every piece of me belongs to you. It has for a while now. It was just waiting to be claimed by its rightful owner."

Emma couldn't help the smile that formed on her face at his words, his confession making her heart flutter. Her fingertips grazed his stump, the heat of her touch making him flinch slightly as she tested the skin beneath her.

"You'll get used to seeing it after a while," he explained, worried about scaring her off.

"I don't need to get used to it." She told him. "I want all of you Killian." She confessed, her fingers brushing over his mangled flesh.

Killian brought his lips down on hers, crushing her with his body as he molded her mouth to his. His tongue swept over her lips, begging for entrance as his hand cupped the back of her head for support.

Emma opened her mouth, her tongue brushing against hers as his lips canted against hers.

He moaned into her mouth, his length hardening once again at her mouth's rapt attention.

Her heart thrummed in her chest, clenching her legs against his assault, her nipples hardening underneath the lace of her bra.

Killian backed her up slowly, guiding her back towards the bed, his hand caressing her hip as her back hit the sheets. His lips refused to leave hers as he covered his body with hers, swallowing her gasps of content as her skin finally made contact with his.

The heat of his skin and the warmth of his embrace made her dizzy, her head drowning in all of him. She ran her finger tips over his shoulders, raking her fingers gently against his arms before stopping at his stump, her other hand seeking out his wrist.

Killian reluctantly pulled his lips from hers, his forehead falling against hers, his breath coming out in soft pants. She traced her fingertips against the tattoo on his wrist bearing the name of his previous love, his chest burning at the reminder. There were times that the sight of it caused him too much pain and he was forced to cover it up.

"She would want me to move on." He whispered against her neck.

Emma responded by clasping her hands around the dangling charms of his necklace and bringing her back down against her lips. She closed her eyes as her lips caressed his, savoring the taste of him in her mouth. Her hands drifted from his chest, slithering down his skin until she reached his crotch, her palm rubbing against his hardon.

He hissed at the contact, instinctively rutting himself against her touch.

"Pants… off." She whispered huskily against his lips.

"As you wish," He allowed, raising to his knees before her to work at the fastening of his trousers.

She brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her face that were obscuring her view as he slid his pants from his hips. She subconsciously licked her lips as inch by inch he was revealed to her eager stare.

His pants slipped from his lips, his erection springing free from its leather prison making her hands twitch with anticipation. Killian finished removing his pants and pushed it onto a heap on the floor before returning to the goddess laying in his bed. Slowly, he dragged his hand over the smooth skin of her abdomen, her flesh soft to the touch.

Emma groaned as his hand found the swell of her breasts and grasped the neglected flesh in his hand, testing the weight in his hand. Leaning down, he worshipped the tops of her breasts with adoring kisses that set her on fire, desire pooling between her thighs.

When his actions ceased, she opened her eyes at the absence and pouted at the loss. "Why did you stop?" She wondered.

"I am a man of many talents, love," he provided, slight embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "However, it seems that your bressuire has bested me."

Emma suppressed a giggle at his inexperience of this world's undergarments. "It clasps in the front." She said, her voice breathy with need.

Killian cocked a cheeky eyebrow, amused by this world's idea of undergarments. "This..." He started, smoothing his hands over her clothed breast before plucking at the lace. "...is absolutely obscene darling. It would be a shame to destroy such a seductive piece of clothing." His fingers found the clasp between each heaving perky mound before lowering his mouth to assist him with the removal of the blatantly offensive article.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the tantalizing gesture, her back arching off the bed to grant him access.

He managed to separate the material from her shoulder and slid it down her arms, at last bearing her to his rapacious gaze. Killian cupped her gently in his hand and bowed his head to capture one of her erect buds in his greedy mouth.

Emma released a sigh of relief as he suckled her nipple, his tongue darting out to worship the pink puckered skin.

"So perfect." He whispered hotly against her before repeating his actions on the neglected breast, his feverish touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to her center, her arousal soaking his sheets.

Killian took his time with her, paying attention to her mewls of pleasure at his ministrations, enjoying the feel of her as she clawed against his scalp begging for more.

"Killian…" She moaned impatiently. "Need you."

Without skipping a beat, he managed to part himself from her breast. He rested his forehead lovingly against hers, his touch seering into hers. "Are you sure?"

"Yes Killian. Yes." Emma nodded fervently, loosening her grip on his head to allow him to position himself over her.

Gripping his length in his hand, he gave it a few tugs, watching candidly at the effect it had on the woman wriggling beneath him, her nipples glistening in the moonlight from where he bathed her with his tongue, teasing and pulling the abused flesh to submission.

"Gods you are gorgeous," he remarked, his voice hoarse with need. Killian raised himself to his knees, hoisting his weight onto his good arm as he positioned himself at her slick entrance. The tip of him grazed her silken walls, engulfing him in her warmth and beckoning him forward.

"Please." She whined.

Without preamble, he slid himself into her depths groaning as she sucked himself inside her, tightly gripping him. "Fuck," he cursed, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head once he was fully seated inside her. Killian winced, trying to prevent himself from coming right then and there at the overwhelming feeling of being inside her for the first time.

Emma let out a strangled moan as soon as they were connected, her body welcoming in like an old friend, his hardness surging inside of her making her feel completely whole. She brought her hand up, tracing the heated skin of his cheek to break him out of his concentrated daze. "Stay with me." She brought him back down, reminding him where he was in that moment.

Killian nodded his head in understanding, taking a deep breath before pushing his way out until just the tip of him remained and then drove home. Her moans of complete ecstasy spurred him forward, his thrusts punctuating every sound that left her swollen lips, bruised by his kiss.

She moved her hands to his hips, sliding them upward to rest along his lower back as she pushed herself up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He hissed as she dragged her hands down his back until they fell against his backside, pulling him forward in an attempt to control the pace of his movements.

With newfound courage, he set a frenzied pace, diligently rolling his hips shallowly so that he could reach the spot that would send her reeling. He continued to fuck her with purposeful abandon, his strokes hitting its desired location until she convulsed, crying out his name.

She could feel him in her veins, her entire body surrendering to the pleasure he was making on her. Emma felt her world shift behind her closed eyes as the light in the cabin flickered chaotically around them as she reached her peak. She felt like she was drowning, the divine pressure threatening to swallow her whole.

Killian ignored the swirling magic around him, all of his efforts trained on his singular need to bring her absolute pleasure. He shifted slightly, seeking out her hand, tangling his fingers with his above her head as he bucked steadily against her.

At the touch of his hand she returned to reality, his heated stare of complete rapture making her shiver as another wave of wetness soaked her thighs. She keened softly, her eyes fluttering as his movements against her got sloppier the closer he got to his own orgasm.

"Touch yourself for me love." He requested in a rushed tone. "Want you to come with me." He managed to get out, slowly losing his trained focus, the pleasure consuming his entire being.

Emma moaned at his instructions, his expression maddening as he struggled to hold onto his grip. She brought her fingers to where they were joined, her fingers brushing against his cock as he rocked into her. She sighed with relief as she made contact with her clit, rubbing it with slow circles, panting as she worked herself up.

"That's it," he encouraged, the sight of her touching herself nearly doing him in. "Come for me," he beckoned hotly against her skin as the pleasure swelled inside her, his hand gripping hers tightly as she let herself go, falling apart around him sparking his climax.

Killian all but growled as he pulsed inside her, coating her innermost walls with his release as the boat rocked violently in the water, the previously unlit lamps flinging particles of magic through the air before it was completely snuffed out plunging them into darkness.

He breathed unsteadily as he finally came to, to find Emma's eyes searching for his amidst the mayhem of her unpredictable magic. "What was that?" He wondered, breathing heavily.

"I'm not sure. It's never done that before." She answered truthfully.

Baring his weight on his good hand he grudgingly pulled himself from her depths and rolled onto his side next to her trying to find an explanation for what had just occurred but came up empty handed. "Do you think it senses danger like the lake?"

"You think it was taking defensive measures to protect me? Protect me from what? Does it perceive you as a threat?" She wondered.

Killian couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "That's a first. Yes, your magic fears the one-eyed monster." He said sarcastically, his eyes shining with mirth at her expense.

She swatted him playfully, cursing herself for how ridiculous it sounded. "I suppose you're right." She relaxed a bit at the thought, completely ruling out the idea.

"You think?" He furrowed his brows, amused by her theory. "We can figure it out in the morning but for now leave a man a moment to recover." He requested, his chest still rising and falling from his exertion.

Emma settled down beside him comfortably as Killian wrapped his arm around her protectively, bringing her closer to him and to shelter her in his warm embrace. He felt like home in her arms, her arm coming to casually on his stomach as her head rested on his chest, her ear close enough to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Rest now darling." He whispered into her hair. "I'll be here when you wake." He promised before dropping a kiss to her temple and drifting off to sleep.

Outside the cabin the wind howled violently, the waves crashing against the ship as Pan's shadow was released from the ship's hold to wreak havoc on the people of Storybrooke.

Emma woke with a start, jolting up from bed, her body covered in sweat.

Killian's eyes jutted open, his hand reaching protectively for his hook in the dark. Finding the curved metal, he grasped it in his hand and rose to his knees, his hook trained against the neck of the figure beneath him ready to attack.

Emma's eyes widened in fear as Hook hovered above her, his intimidating stare calculated and murderous.

"Emma?" He shook himself out of his trance, dropping the hook on the bed. "Emma…" He immediately felt regret for his actions. "Emma, I'm so sorry." He apologized fervently. "It has been so long since I've shared my bed with anyone and I've learned to sleep with one eye open." He explained. "Are you alright?" He asked, his hand reaching out to her to find the source of her distress, inspecting her for injury.

"I'm fine." She said seizing his wrist to halt his movements. "You can call off the search." She shrugged him off.

"Are you upset with me?" He wondered.

"Well I'm not happy. You terrified me. Do you always do that? You can poke an eye out with that thing." She said with an edge to her voice.

Killian smirked, cocking an amused brow at the double meaning of her words and Emma had to roll her eyes at his childishness. It was a part of him that she found completely annoying yet enduring.

"What time is it?" She clutched at the sheets that he must have pulled around them while she was sleeping. She searched for her phone frantically before she realized she must have left on the deck.

"Far too early." He replied unhelpfully and Emma looked at him annoyed by his answer, wanting something more specific. "What?" He shrugged defensively. "It's not even dawn yet. As you so lovingly like to point out, I'm a 200-year-old pirate. I've lived long enough to tell what time it is without checking a pocket watch." He explained. "Are you going to tell me what has you vexed?" He stroked her shoulder with the backs of his knuckles to calm her.

"I'm worried about Henry." She confessed.

The mention of her son's name piqued his concern and he motioned for her to explain further.

"He just seems off. He's just not himself." She said, frustrated by the situation she seemed to have no answer for. "Maybe I'm just being overprotective because he wanted to spend the night with Regina rather than me. Maybe there's nothing wrong at all and I'm just… I don't know? Jealous?" She tried to talk herself out of it.

"Hey, don't do that to yourself. I've known you long enough to know that your instincts are usually spot on. If you are worried about him you should confront him about it." He encouraged her, brushing a strand of her golden hair from her face. "You'll get to the bottom of it, you always do." He smiled down at her. "But that is a conversation for the morning. Go back to sleep for now."

"Well, I'm wide awake now." She rose up from bed only to be gently shoved back down with a hand against her chest.

"You really are stubborn and impatient." He noted sternly. "What was your plan? Just show up at Regina's door in the middle of the night and wake the boy from his slumber? Do you have a death wish?" He gritted through his teeth. "You are addicted to danger." He accused.

"Me?" She gestured to herself shocked by the accusation. "Danger follows me not the other way around. Besides, you're one to talk. You're the one who provoked the Dark One's wrath." Her voice rose an octave in defense.

"Water under the bridge." He brushed off, smiling triumphantly.

"I'm sure it is. When is your next clambake?" She challenged.

"Fair point." He agreed, dismissing the subject all together.

"I'll wait till morning to confront him." She conceded defeat to his assessment. "What do we do until then?" She asked him.

"I can think of a few ideas." He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"I do too." She informed him slyly, lifting herself onto her knees and straddling him defiantly, rubbing herself against him.

Killian hardened against her movements, her wanton display of her silently moaning as she stroked her pussy against his length, wetting him with the moisture gathering between her legs. "Two can play at that game, love." He barked in challenge, rolling them over in a single motion that had her flat on her back.

Emma squirmed beneath his hold, her eyes carrying a determined expression to regain her position of power.

"Are we really doing this?" He taunted cockily, knowing it was a game she could never win.

She snarled in retaliation as he rubbed himself teasingly between her nether lips, coating himself in her essence effectively distracting her from her mission.

He smirked triumphantly, enjoying the way her thighs splayed for his attention, his cock prodding at her opening, stimulating her clit in the process.

Emma feigned defeat, lowering his defenses before using her momentum to turn the tides against him. She hovered over him, a seductive smile gracing her lips as her blonde tresses dangled against his chest.

"You are a greedy lass." He scythed playfully, his hand coming to rest at her hip. "You want to take your pleasure? Use me until you're spent?" He taunted her, caressing her hip.

"Want to know a secret?" She breathed out, grasping the hilt of his cock in her hand and thrusting it in her hot little hand.

Killian's eyes were blown wide by her actions. He had greatly underestimated his effect on her.

Emma leaned in, pressing her lips against the shell of his ear. "I let you win," She said, breathing huskily, her warm breath against his ear causing him to shiver in anticipation before she lined herself up before sinking down on him in a single movement, burying him deep inside.

"Bloody minx." He hissed, watching her intently, utterly entranced by the way she arched her back as she was filled to the brim with his aching cock. He couldn't tear his eyes from her expression of bliss as she began to rock against him in slow methodical movements, drawing every sound he made and claiming it for her own. Killian deftly gripped her hip, forcing her body to roll against his in concentrated strokes. "That's it love. Take what you need." He said, allowing her to fuck herself on him. "God, you're fucking gorgeous." He mused, his voice completely wrecked.

Emma braced her palms against his chest, pushing herself down on him, her cunt swallowing his length before rising back up to thrust down harder. She rutted her hips, angling herself to stimulate her clit on every downward stroke.

Killian bucked back against her movements, his hand still guiding her movements against him, watching intently as his cock disappeared inside her. He clung to her hip, his fingertips ghosting along her flesh leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She shivered at his touch before grasping his wrist roughly and thrusting it over his head to hold it in place, screaming as she bounced on top of him.

His mouth watered at the sight, unsure of how long he was going to last in her control. He was her puppet and she his master plucking at his delicate strings.

"Fuck," He cursed, the word quickly creeping its way up to the forefront of his vocabularly that was further limited by the distinct lack of words he had to describe his current state. Any vestiges of control were slowly slipping away as he struggled to meet the vigorous pace she had set.

Emma's movements became more erotic the closer she got to the precipice. Determined to take him with her, she diligently increased the frequency of her thrusts, engulfing him in her warmth as she panted above him.

That was all it took. Emma shattered around him, her pussy squeezing him and coaxing his ograsm from him as the lights began to spark. She slowed herself but didn't completely let up until she had milked him dry, not willing to waste a single second of his pleasure.

Emma released his wrist as she felt the last drops of his seed fill her.

Killian's eyes snapped open, his ocean colored eyes getting lost in her green hues as he fumbled for her hand. Clasping her hand in his, he brought it to his sweaty lips. "You are a bloody goddess."

She mustered a small huff of a laugh before wilting against his unyielding frame, exhaustion taking over as she collapsed against his chest.

He used his bad arm to hold her against him, watching as her chest rose and fell in heavy pants as he stroked her hair. "Sleep now love." He whispered before moving the covers back over them and situating himself on his side, spooning her from behind, an arm resting protectively over her hip.

Emma snuggled against the warmth radiating against her. A feeling of safety and love wrapping her in his soft embrace. This is where she belonged. This was her home.

AN- I enjoyed writing this so much and I hope you liked it. If you watched the show you know where this is heading. Although, I do plan on taking some liberties with the source materials. Until next time my lovelies.