AN- This chapter really wasn't supposed to be as long as it turned out but things rarely go the way I want them to. So the good news is you get more happy times before you know… the rest of "The New Neverland" and "Going Home" inevitably play out. Obviously with a lot of differences. I assure you it's not going to be exactly the same and I'm taking a lot of liberties with the source material and twisting some of the dialogue to fit the situation. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter if you did let me know. Thank you to the two of you who left a review, it means a lot to me and I really appreciate it.

**Chapter Three**

Break of Dawn

Emma awoke to the sound of seagulls squawking outside. Sunlight peeked in through the window casting shadows across her skin. The strong smell of salt wafted through the air and the ground beneath her felt shaky and unsteady as if she was moving. This was definitely not her parent's loft.

Where the hell was she?

She lifted her head up slightly, glancing around her to take in her familiar surroundings.

She was in Hook's cabin.

As if she didn't need further confirmation as to her current location, she felt the bed beside her to find Killian's warm naked body softly snoring in his sleep. Just like that the memories of last night crashing over her like a tidal wave shaking her to her very core.

She had made her choice —and she chose him.

Emma laid back down, her head hitting the pillow as a long sigh fell from her lips. She moved her fingers to her mouth to wipe the drool collecting when she felt a shock to the touch. The memory of his stolen kiss still lingering on her lips flooding her senses. She roamed her hands over the rest of her body, gently caressing each place he had touched her, each one a distinctive moment in time locked underneath her flesh. Her best explanation was a severe case of muscle memory but the images it conjured up left a smile on her face and an overwhelming feeling to protect the memories stored inside her.

Killian shifted beside her, groaning, his muscles sore from previous evenings activities. It was like waking up from a dream — a really good dream he was reluctant to wake up from. The sight of her beside him made his heart beat right out of his chest. He was worried he had made the whole thing up. "You're awake," His voice gruff in the early morning hours, his accent thicker from lack of sleep — not that he minded in the least bit.

She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head on top of them as the sheet slipped from her nude form. She looked at him, an innocence behind her beautiful green eyes making her look almost childlike.

"You're still here." He stated the obvious. "I was worried-" He stopped himself mid-sentence before continuing. "I was worried that you might have regretted last night." He admitted, lowering his gaze from hers so that she couldn't see his disappointment.

"No." She whispered softly. "I don't regret being with you last night. It was the best-" She stopped herself from going too far knowing that he would comment on it.

A smile rose to Killian's face, pride rushing through him at the incomplete sentence but fully aware of what she was going to say.

"Calm yourself pirate. No need to boast about your sexual prowess." She playfully scolded him.

He leaned in as if he didn't want anyone else to hear him. "That good, huh?" He gave her a cheeky grin, his lips twitching slightly.

"You just can't help yourself, can you? You are so-"

"Charming? Handsome?" He threw out words to describe him.

"Annoying." She said finally.

Killian's face fell at the word, but deep down she knew that was what she liked about him. "You know… you weren't complaining last night." He was quick to remind her.

She shrunk her shoulders and slipped back into her protective silence.

"Talk to me, love. I know when something is bothering you so let's have it." He scratched the back of his head before beckoning her to continue by motioning with his fingers.

"I don't know." She admitted, shaking her head, the feelings consuming her far too difficult to separate and contemplate on adding to her growing frustration.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked the question that he immediately regretted asking.

"No. Of course not." She said.

Killian's shoulders visibly relaxed and let out a long languid sigh of relief. "So what is it then?"

"My emotions are all over the place and I don't even know I feel." She nearly shouted.

"Feelings about me?" He wondered again, once again not wanting her to answer his question.

"About everything. Henry, my parents, you, this place… Neal…" She said the last part quietly hoping he had gone deaf in the last few seconds.

He stiffened at the mention of his name and leaned back, running his hand through his messy locks. "So that is what this is about. It was about him." He grudgingly said, suddenly angry at the omission.

"Don't do that to me. You know that I have unfinished business with him. He's Henry's father. He is part of my life and if you can't accept that then-"

Killian reached his hand out to still her. "I spent a good deal of time with Baelfire as a lad. He is the only part left of Milah. I could never not care for him. I might detest him from time to time but I don't intend to cut him out of my life because of your history with him. I respect him too much and I certainly respect you." He defended, his voice raising slightly from the sensitive topic of conversation.

"Now is not the time to be jealous is all I'm saying." She summed up. "I just don't want this to get messy. Things are complicated enough being the savior, how am I going to add a relationship on top of that?"

"You handle it the way you do everything else… one day at a time."

"Easy for you to say you don't have an entire depending on you or parents that are the same age as you, or a son you share with a reformed villain who tried to kill your parents." She rushed through the laundry list of things she was concerned with. "This isn't really a good time for me to have a boyfriend. Everything is just so uncertain."

"Boyfriend?" He tested the word on his lips not quite understanding its meaning. However, he did know he liked it, whatever it was.

"That's not the point. How do you suppose I explain this to Henry? Or my parents? Or-"

"Neal?" He finished her thought for her, scratching his neck impatiently.

Emma sighed at the uneasy way he said his name. "This is going to devastate him."

"You still have feelings for him?" He wondered, cursing himself for continuing this line of questioning.

"Yes. And part of me always will. But I don't love him. How could I ever love someone who betrayed me and left me in prison for a crime I didn't even commit?" She asked him honestly.

Killian ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back against the pillow with a sigh as he contemplated what she had just said.

"This is just not a good time." She told him in a hushed tone like she was trying to break bad news to a child.

"It is never going to be convenient. Love is never a matter of convenience. It happens when you least expect it. Never when you want it to. This isn't something you can control." He fired back angrily, frowning. "Take it from me, love. Life is far too short to deny yourself happiness."

Emma refused to meet his gaze, instead choosing to stare blankly at the wall in front of her.

"I told you back in Neverland that when I won your heart it wouldn't be because of trickery, it would be because you want me…" He looked at her with pity — in that moment all he could see was a little girl was never worthy of love. He noticed how her walls instantly shot back up the moment the sun broke and they had to face reality.

"Last night you said something in the heat of your passion. If it is true... that you let me win our duel then it means you chose me of your own volition. You were looking for a reason to give in to your feelings… to let yourself be happy." He explained, talking with his hand and let a few moments of silence slip past before opening his mouth to speak again.

"Look, I know you're scared and things are uncertain right now but if I can be a cause for your happiness then I shall die a very happy man — a complete man." He said in hushed tones, meaning every word he said. Killian leaned up from the bed and leaned himself against her curled up form. He wrapped his arm around her, brushing his head against hers. "I can't tell you what to do or how to feel, and I refuse to be a source of your distress but you have a man here that loves you with every fiber of his being and I will spend the rest of my days trying to prove that to you." He confessed.

She dropped her head in her lap, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs as tears streamed down her face. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her cry.

"Emma?" He canted his head in concern. "Emma, look at me, love." He placed his hand gently under her chin to raise her face so he could look at her.

She sniffled, grimacing at the fact he saw her in such a vulnerable state.

His eyes searched her face trying to find what had made her upset. And then she gave him a tight lip smile — a smile he knew she was desperately trying to hold back. He mimicked her expression hopefully and waited for her to say something.

"You said you love me." She said between her tears, the shock of his confession still weighing heavily on her heart.

"After all we've been through together, that revelation surprises you?" He gave her a relieved smile. "Don't you know Emma? It's always been you." He placed his head against hers, his nose barely nuzzling hers, his breath hot against her lips. "It's you." He whispered against her lips.

Emma connected her lips to his, fusing her kiss to his, her hand coming to cup his fast.

Killian traced his lips against hers, the touch of their mouths feeling like two halves of one whole. He could feel her desperate movements against his lips and felt her hand tangle in the hair at the back of his head as she deepened the kiss. The tears drying tear streaks rubbed against his scruff and he could taste the saltiness of her sorrow in his mouth as he massaged his lips with hers.

Emma's tongue danced along the seam of his lips, begging for admittance, clinging to him like a lifeline.

He opened his mouth swallowing her gentle whimpers while meeting her kisses with equal fervor.

She parted from him, grasping any part of him that she could hold onto to hold herself steady as she gasped for breath. She opened her eyes to see his staring back at hers, a look on his face that was devoid of any deception or lie. Instead his expression was one of man consumed by love — love that was reserved for her and her alone. "Make love to me Killian." She requested, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

He wasted no time in positioning her back against the mattress, her hair fanning out around her like a golden halo in the light of the morning sun. He reached out a tentative hand, stroking her face tenderly, watching her cheeks flush with desire and her nipples pucker as they were bared to the open air. The sight of her splayed out underneath him like an offering set him aflame, the need to have and possess overwhelming him.

She squirmed impatiently under his careful stare that had her clenching her legs together fighting against the arousal that pooled between her quivering thighs.

He quirked an eyebrow in her direction before scooting himself down and off the bed to stand before her at the end of it.

She watched fascinated as the proof of his desire bobbed against the toned flesh of his abdomen, his lust-filled stare driving her insane. Her eyes widened as he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and slid his good arm underneath her legs, hooking them under her knees and pulling her to the edge.

With hooded eyes he fell to his knees in front of her in silent worship, his fingertips tracing her soft skin eliciting a series moans from her lips in anticipation of what was to come. He kneaded the flesh at the gentle curve of her hip, trailing hot kisses along her inner thighs before taking her skin into his mouth and wrapping his teeth around it.

Emma arched up into his mouth as he worried the sensitive flesh with his teeth, taking care to leave a mark that only he would be able to see. Her head thrashed against the pillow as she dug her nails into his scalp in an attempt to guide him where she needed him most.

"Killian…" She said his name with a breathy moan. "I need you."

Placing a kiss to her bruising skin, he placed himself at her altar, his eyes blown wide with lust as he parted her with a teasing lick of his tongue.

"Oh god." She writhed against the sheets, bucking up against his mouth in search of more contact — anything to sate the throbbing ache inside.

Killian raised his brow in wonder at the way she responded to him — like she was made for him, designed specifically for him and him alone to give her pleasure. He shot her a cheeky grin before diving into her heat, his tongue lashing at her, bathing her in his saliva as she thrashed above him.

She could feel herself pulsing inside, the feeling he was creating against her nearly too much to handle. She didn't know if she should hold him closer to her or pull him away because of the intensity. It felt like she was burning from the inside out and she was seeking to end the torment.

Killian watched as her head thrashed from side to side and he had to push her down onto the bed to keep her still, holding her down at the hip as she chanted his name.

She continued to ground desperately against his face, fucking herself shamelessly against his tongue.

He smiled against her dripping cunt, his lips and chin covered in her sticky sweetness, the taste of her enough to make him growl with unsated hunger. He continued to restrain her as he wrapped his lips around her clit, worrying the sensitive flesh with his mouth.

She could feel herself building, the pressure coiling in her belly as she rode his face. She was embarrassingly wet as she rubbed her sex against his unwavering mouth, pushing herself up into him.

"Come on darling." He coaxed, his voice husky with desire as a nuzzled her clit with nose as he bathed himself in her sex.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," She chanted, begging for mercy as she shook with pleasure, her body bowing off the bed, holding onto his head for dear life as she surrendered herself to him.

Killian heard glass breaking above him but refused to abandon her, drinking from her quim greedily as she ejected into his mouth. He sucked her up like a man derannged from thirst, relishing her taste and drowning in the essence he had seduced from her silky depths while working her down from her high being careful not to squander any drop she graciously provided him with.

He released her as she stopped fighting against his grip on her. Killian rose to his feet, licking the traces of her addicting flavor from his lips as he took in her utterly wrecked and debutched state. Admiring from his position he noticed her expression of intrinsic bliss as a cause of the Earth shattering orgasm he had ripped from her core. She was absolutely rapturous — a serenity gracing her features as she came to.

Killian smiled cockily, his eyes shining with mirth before slithering back onto the bed and settling himself above her face to bask in her beautiful face, flushed with her release.

He felt an overwhelming sense of pride fill him knowing that he had such an affect on her. He brushes her sweaty locks dotingly and was rewarded with a contented smile as she trembled from the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. "Satisfied love?"

She could barely move to speak after what he had done to her but still she managed to say, "Something like that."

"You are bloody beautiful when you come for me." He told her.

"What the hell was that anyway? What did you do to me?" She wondered weakly.

Killian laughed but remained determined to provide her with an explanation for how she felt. "You…" He held her hand in his, brushing his thumb against her knuckles to calm her heavy breathing. "Experienced the rather rare and extremely elusive female orgasm." He placed a kiss upon her hand, unable to erase the triumphant smile from his face.

As the realization stuck her, her eyes went wide and she pushed herself up on her elbows to look at him. "I had absolutely no control over myself."

"Yeah, I know." He smirked nonchalantly. "That is what happens when you completely give in to your pleasure." He said, his voice dropping down to a near whisper. "I'd wager you'd never had one before?" He wondered, canting his head.

"If I say no, would you hold it against me?" She asked.

"You and I both already know the answer to that question." He narrowed his eyes giving her a knowing look.

"Yeah, well I was hoping you'd prove me wrong." She admitted, rocking her body back and forth gently.

"Pirate." He said as if that excused him from everything he had ever done.

Emma rolled her eyes and he chuckled before placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Should I attempt a reprisal?" He wondered, pressing his length against her hot skin.

Her eyes fluttered shut at the thought of him inside her once again and sucked her lower lip into her mouth to suppress a moan.

"You are positively insatiable." He said, his voice raw and husky. "Is that a yes?" He asked amid her unintelligible words of praise as he peppered her the nape of her neck with open-mouthed kisses, his eyes focused on hers.

Emma nodded her consent fervently. "Take me."

Using his forearm to raise himself up, Killian hovered over her, watching the bewitching woman underneath him that in that moment belonged to him. Placing his hand around his languid shaft, precum oozing from the tip as he stroked himself in his fist before positioning it over her center, her legs open and waiting to receive him. He restrained a curse as he slid home, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming warmth.

She sighed breathily, contented and whole as she was filled to the brim, her walls gripping him tightly as he began to ease himself in and out of her with long, unhurried strokes, choosing to take his time with her.

He glided into her with precise movements of his hips, rocking against her clit purposefully with every downward thrust.

"Need-" She managed in a low whine, wanting to be impossibly close to him — wanting to feel him crawling against her skin.

"What do you need sweetheart?" He asked, teasing her as he pumped his cock deeply inside her.

Emma cried as he pushed up inside her, her body arching to meet his not being able to get enough. She clawed at the necklace dangling around his neck, twincing her fist in its links and pulled him down to cover his body with hers.

She wrapped her legs around his lower back as he drove into her, her arms wrapping around his lower back, her fingernails raking the toned flesh as she desperately clung to him. She held him to her, wearing him like a second skin as he fucked her, his cock barely retreating from her sex as he moved to stroke the spot within her that would send her off the deep end.

"Killian…" She said his name in a whispered plea, tears gathering in her eyes as she continued to hug him closely to her body. "Don't leave me… Don't leave me…"

Her tearful request caused him immeasurable pain — the thought of anyone purposefully leaving this woman too much to bear. He could barely withstand it, the pleasure and emotion building up in him like a tidal wave as his hips began to stutter inside her.

"Never." He placed feverish kisses to every exposed inch of skin he could reach. "I could never. Will never." He vowed before claiming her with his lips, swallowing her gasps as he tasted her tears.

Emma returned the kiss, her lips kneading his desperately as tears rolled down her face.

Killian felt her whimper against his mouth as he penetrated her, his member swelling as she clenched around him. His mouth parted in rapture as he found his release, sparking Emma's orgasm.

She held him tightly in her arms as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her as he unsteadily rocked against her, his hips stuttering against hers as he rode out his own high. A shapeless white light burst behind her closed eyes, growing until it could no longer fit the confines of her eyelids and gusted out of her and permeated the air for a few seconds before dissolving into nothingness.

He stilled inside her, the bright light capturing his immediate attention. Killian looked at her curiously before carefully withdrawing from her. "What the devil was that?" He asked, bracing his weight against her with his good arm.

"Magic…" She said breathlessly. "My magic."

Killian smiled softly and bent down to place a devoted kiss upon her lips. "You never cease to amaze me Swan. You are a bloody marvel."

Emma's mouth parted in shock as she heard the clock tower chime, successfully breaking them apart. She pushed him from her and began tugging at the sheets looking for her discarded articles of clothing.

Killian fell against the bed with a thump and leaned against the wall in aggravation.

"Shit! What time is it?" She exclaimed, tearing the sheets off the bed to find nothing. "I didn't even go home last night! What are my parents going to say?"

"Emma, love. Calm down. You are a grown woman and if your parents take issue with their daughter not coming home than you have far bigger problems to worry about." He mused, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You're damn right I have bigger problems to worry about! Where the hell are my clothes?" She demanded, slapping the bed.

Killian's face fell at the mention of her clothing before closing his eyes silently cursing himself. "I'm afraid that in our haste we may have-" He winced not wanting to finish his sentence.

"Fuck Killian! What am I supposed to do? I'm not doing the walk of shame in your pirate garb!"

"Can't you just-" He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably, unsure of how the whole thing worked. "You know? Magic something on?"

Emma shot him a death glare at the suggestion. "I would but Regina skipped the lesson on what to do when your one-handed boyfriend tears your clothes in the heat of passion."

Killian smirked, scrubbing his face with his palm to try and hide his amusement.

"Shut up." She said, tossing a pillow at him.

"Hey!" He grabbed it, peaking out around it. "Why not call the Queen and simply ask for the spell?"

"This isn't like getting help on your homework Hook…"

"I don't know what any of that means." He stared at her confused by the concept. "I don't see why you can't just call her and ask for the spell."

"Well for starters, I don't know where the hell my phone is." She said working herself up into a tizzy.

"I know your magic is unstable love but I find it very hard you can't manage to dress yourself when you can magic a sword into your hand."

"That's really not helpful." She told him dismissively.

"No. Hear me out. What were you thinking of when the sword appeared in your hand?" He asked trying to get to the bottom of the source of her magic.

"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Think about it. What were you feeling?" He tried again.

"I don't know? Fear?" She wondered.

Killian shot her a pointed look, choosing not to believe her.

"What were you doing the moment it appeared in your hand?" He attempted to pull it out of her.

"I was opening my heart to the idea of being with you." She admitted, her shoulders sagging at the realization.

"There you go. Just open yourself up and let go." He encouraged, nodding to her in support for her to proceed.

She gave him a skeptical look but decided to humor him by closing her eyes and concentrating.

"Conjuring magic isn't an intellectual endeavour — it's emotion. You must ask yourself 'Why am I doing this? Who am I protecting?' Feel it!"

Emma felt the magic coursing through her veins, rushing through her entire body until she felt white smoke rise up around her. When she emerged she was fully clothed. "I did it." She said triumphantly, surprised at her ability.

"See? I knew you could do it." He smiled.

"Thank you." She said sincerely before switching gears. "Now hurry up and get dressed. We've got to go."