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Emma groaned as she woke up. "Damn, I'm freaking Aurora or actually Briar Rose right now."

She laid there in bed and sighed. She'd woken up with two sets of memories. She realized she was stuck in a redirected curse. Regina had done her best at the last minute to try to stop it. Now instead of the curse keeping her apart from Killian, they found each other every time.

"I can't believe he is going to be a prince this time." She stood and began to make her bed. She hoped no one expected her to sing as she did. Wait. That was Cinderella, she remembered. She wasn't excited about being a singing princess, though. She just hoped she remembers the words to "Once Upon A Dream," talk about a meet-cute. She wondered if Killian would sing along with her. Oh, he was going to hate that when he realized who he really was.

She slipped out of her room and grabbed an apple then exited quickly through the back door. She didn't want to meet her godmothers before she had time to digest everything that was happening.

She saw some birds looking at her oddly, and she sang to them as they came and flew around her. "Great. It's a bit sickening."

She walked through the woods and saw a man's clothing lying there. "Well, this is all progressing quickly," she smiled and looked around and saw Killian's horse. Well, Prince Phillip's, she would have to remember to call him the correct name at first.

She decided to be a bit daring for the Disney story and find him naked. After all, she liked seeing her pirate's body. Maybe they could make love on the bank by the stream, and she could stop having to be Aurora before another hour was up. She liked the idea of that.

What she saw surprised her considerably. He wasn't swimming; he was sitting on the bank drying off, and it most definitely was not Killian. The man was blond and naked.

She gasped out in surprise and turned her back to him. "Sorry! I was looking for Prince Phillip!" She yelled out. "I'm so sorry."

"He hastily put his clothes back on, and as he did, he said, "I am Phillip. Do I know you from a dream or something?"

"No!" She replied hastily. "Wait, you're Prince Phillip?!"

"Yes. You can turn around now. I'm dressed."

She turned and still couldn't believe her eyes. It really wasn't Killian. "I was expecting you to look… different."

"Sorry, you're quite lovely, though." He smiled and took a step towards her. "Are you sure I've never met you? I feel like I have."

"Nope!" she insisted. "You haven't. And, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. I better go."

"Wait!" He took a hasty step towards her. "Don't go. I'm not a stranger. You knew my name right away."

"Well…. Um." She hesitated. "I call everyone Prince Phillip. I'm crazy like that. You aren't my type anyway."

"What is your type? I can probably fix that."

She shook her head, "You can't. You have both your hands, and that simply won't do. My type has a hook for a hand."

"You're a very strange girl," he said in befuddlement. "I'm not going to cut my hand off."

"Good. We wouldn't suit each other. I better go."

"You're beautiful, though. Please stay."

She rolled her eyes, "Why are Disney Princes always so shallow?" She shook her head in disgust.

"What do you prefer then? And what nation is Disney?"

"Never mind about Disney. My type is a pirate… with a hook for a hand. I better go off and find him."

"What? Pirates are dangerous. You wouldn't be safe," he said with a stern look.

She crossed her arms and glared at him. "I know what I'm doing. Bye." She turned to leave.

"Wait! What's your name?!"

"Emma Jones," she replied.

She then ran from him and back to the cottage. She hoped her godmothers would fess up to being fairies and help her out. If not, she'd sneak out tonight and make her way to the docks. She had a pirate to find.

She walked in, and Merryweather was dusting. Emma rolled her eyes. Using her wand would be much easier, but they'd sworn off using them to protect her.

"Just use your wand."

She spun around and looked shocked, "Oh dear, what are you talking about, Briar Rose? Wand. I don't have a wand." She giggled nervously.

Emma rolled her eyes. "I know who you are, and I know my real name is Aurora. This goes a lot faster if you just fess up."

Merryweather wrung her hands. "Oh, my. Um…"

"I'm Princess Aurora right now, but there is more to this. I really need magical help," she pleaded.

Then Emma had an idea and tried to use her magic. "I don't have magic. Darn it!"

"Well, of course, you don't have magic," she said, giving her an odd look.

"Fine. But you do have magic, and I need your help. I'm stuck in a modified curse. I need to go find my husband."

"Prince Phillip? You're only betrothed to him."

"Ha! You admitted it. Now, get your wand. I need your help." Emma looked at her expectantly. When Merryweather didn't start moving, she sighed. "Maleficent cursed Aurora as a child to die when she pricked her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel."

"That's you! Why are you talking like it was someone else?"

"Because I'm actually Princess Emma, and I'm stuck in a curse where I live out other lives. I need to find my husband. I need your help because I don't have access to my magic right now."

"You have magic?"

Emma took her by the hands and kindly said, "Please. I need you just to believe me. This is about defeating evil. I need to find Killian."

"Your husband?"

"Yes! I love him, and I have to get to him. I thought he'd be Prince Phillip in this curse, but I just met him, and he's not."

"You met your husband?"

"No, Prince Phillip. He fell off his horse into the water. I found him by the stream."

"You met your betrothed already?!" She looked panicked.

"I'm not going to marry him. I need to go in case he comes looking for me. Please, I need food, money, a change of clothes, and a sword."

"But you don't know how to use a sword," she said with worry in her eyes.

"Briar Rose doesn't, but I do. I'll be fine."

Flora stepped in from being outside, and Emma sighed. She was going to have to start all over. Dang.

Merryweather looked concerned and said to Flora. "Briar Rose says she's not Briar Rose and that she has to find her husband. She also knows we're fairies." She went back to wringing her hands.

Well, that wasn't helpful. Emma knew that Flora would just be confused after that. "I'm in a curse, and this world was built around my husband and me. I'm actually Princess Emma. I need help to go and find my husband, Killian."

Emma was shocked when Flora nodded and went and got out their wands. "Very well. I'll help you."

"What?!" Merryweather said in shock. "You believe her?"

"Why would she lie to us? What good would that do?" Flora asked. She then turned back to Emma. "What do you need?"

"Food, clothes, money. Well, probably some jewels too that I could barter with. I'll also need a sword." Emma said, wondering if she'd get an objection to the sword.

"I can't use my magic to make money and jewels. That isn't right." Flora pointed out.

Emma sighed, "Well, this is a fake reality. It wouldn't hurt to make fake money in a fake world."

Merryweather shrugged, "If we believe her this far, she's right. It wouldn't hurt."

"Fine." She sighed and used her magic to make everything Emma needed except the clothes. She could just pack those from her room.

"Thank you so much!"

"You better go before Fauna gets back. She'll have a hard time believing you."

Emma hugged them both and thanked them.

"Be careful. Watch out for villains."

"I intend to," Emma stated, and they didn't know the humor in that statement.

She gathered all her things and hid the jewels under her dress. Then she set out to get to the nearest harbor.

She was fifteen minutes into her walk when she saw Prince Phillip again. "Damn," she muttered under her breath. "I forgot about him."

She tried to duck behind a tree, but she wasn't fast enough. He saw her and called out to her. "Emma. I was looking for you."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm a married woman. Go away."

"I can't let you wander the forest alone. Someone might bother you."

"If you go away, that won't be the case anymore."

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"You're bothering me. Go away." She made a shooing motion with her hands.

He gestured to his sword. "I can keep you safe."

"If I beat you in a sword fight, will you leave me alone?" She then drew her sword.

His eyes grew huge, "You have a sword, and you know how to use it?"

"Yes, and I'm going to knock you on your -"

She was cut off by Killian and a band of pirates coming out of the woods. Everyone had their swords drawn except him. He was smirking at her. "Oh, this I have to see, Love. Proceed."

She smirked and winked at him then looked at Phillip. "Draw your sword."

He, however, looked utterly panicked by the sight of the pirates. "Don't point that at me! He is probably going to force himself on you and then…" He dropped his voice to a whisper, "and then give you to his crew."

"I'm not a man that shares my women," Killian said and gave a devilish grin. He then raked his eyes over Emma. "Although you would look incredible in my bed, lass."

"She's a married woman!" Phillip yelled out and drew his sword, pointing it at Killian. "Draw your sword! I will fight you."

Killian rolled his eyes, "I don't need to draw my sword to beat you."

Emma sheathed her sword and smiled, "This will be fun to watch."

Philip looked back at her and said, "Draw your sword again. If they get through me, you'll have to defend yourself from him. He wants to bed you."

She looked Killian in the eye and said, "And I intend to let him. I, too, think I would look good in his bed."

"But you're a married woman!"

"That doesn't matter to him as long as I'm willing. Trust me, I know." She then winked at Killian.

Phillip smirked at her. "I think you'd look good in my bed too. Will you sleep with me?"

"Look at his left arm," Emma said in answer.

He did and was shocked, "He has a hook for a hand."

"See, he's my type. Now, run along before you get yourself killed." She then walked up to Killian, grabbed him by the hook, and brought it up to caress her breast. "I have a pirate to entertain."

She looked Killian in the eye and said, "Let the boy go. You can have me and…" She reached in her bodice and pulled out a jeweled necklace. "I come with treasure."

He grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against him. "That's not the treasure I'll be seeking under your dress, Love. I have a taste for a different type of treasure. One that I can bury myself in."

"Then you better get me back to your ship, Captain. I'm not interested in a romp on the forest floor." She gave him a saucy look. "Once you have me, you won't want to let me go."

"Oh, and what would your husband think about all this?"

She smirked at the humor of the situation. He was her husband. Dope. "Let's just say you have nothing to fear from him."

"He won't come after me for you? Fool. If you want to hold onto something, you have to fight for it."

"This time, it's my turn to fight for it." She was making her way back to him.

"What?"

"Never mind." She rubbed her body against his. "We should get going, Captain."

"Aye." He then turned. "Crew! Let's head back to the ship." He then took the necklace and tossed it to Smee. "Divide this up among the crew." He then looked back at Emma. "I found my portion of the treasure right here."

Emma found herself blushing. "I can't want to get to your bed. I'm sure it will be… magical."

He gave her a smoldering look and licked his lip. "That it will be. It seems my reputation precedes me, Love."

"Oh, no. I mean, I'm that good," she quipped back. She then took him by the hook and started walking.

"You don't mind my hook, lass?"

"Oh, I mind it alright. I prefer it." She swayed her hips seductively. "You should leave it on when you take me to your bed."

"You're a brave one." He looked at her, stunned.

She shook her head, "No, just horny right now."

"I might have to keep you around." He pulled her against him and grabbed her breast. "That is if you're as good as you say you are."

"Oh, Captain. Sex with me will be life-altering. I promise you that." She moaned when he pinched her nipple.

He pulled back and said, "That's a rather big promise, Love."

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "The sex will be fantastic, and I'm a screamer. You like that, though, don't you?"

"Aye. I like to hear how much pleasure I bring a woman." He caressed her neck with his hook. "You really don't mind that?"

"Thought I'd be distracted enough to give you an honest reaction?"

He nodded. "I did."

"I love your hook."

He tried to wrap his mind around that as they began walking.

He got her back to his ship, and he pulled her directly towards his room. He shouted over his shoulder, "I'm not to be disturbed!" He then slammed the door when they got to his cabin.

Emma began undressing. Killian asked, "In a hurry, love?"

"You have no idea how wet I am already. You're so hot like this."

"What? I'm always like this."

She nodded. "That's what I meant. Now, get naked. I want you."

He began taking off his clothes. "I am going to want to keep you around. You jump right to the good part."

As she unlaced her dress, more jewels fell to the floor with a loud clunking noise. She chucked, "You can have those too."

"You have a whole bloody jewelry box in your clothes, lass."

"Sort of. I wanted to barter passage on a ship. I found a better way."

He tossed his shirt, stepped up to her, and ran his hook over her cleavage. "By offering up your beautiful body?"

"Yes. Lucky for me, you came along in the woods." She dropped her dress to the floor and pulled off her undergarments. "Do you approve?"

"I'm a huge fan, lass."

She knew exactly what he was referring to, and she slid her hand down his pants and took hold of his hard cock. "You sure are." She then began stroking him.

"Fuck, you're good at that."

"I had a feeling I knew what you like." She then nibbled at that spot on his neck that always drove him crazy.

He moaned out. "I can already tell I'm not letting you leave this ship."

"Good. I want to stay here and be in your bed. You have no idea how much I want this."

He began running his hand and hook over her body. "Oh, I have a feeling I do. I want you too."

She pulled off his pants and kneeled, taking his cock in her mouth. She knew just how to drive him crazy, and she did. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her off him after a while. "I'm not ready to cum yet." He then thrust his cock back into her mouth and then pulled out again. "You're so good at that. One of these days soon, I'll have you get me off that way."

She licked her lips and looked up at him from down on her knees. "Why not right now? I'm not going anywhere. When you get your stamina back, you can fuck me."

He thrust his cock back into her mouth, and she deep throated him. He was moaning out in pleasure with his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Fuck! That feels so damn…" He groaned out. "Just like that."

She got him off, he came down her throat, and she swallowed him up. "How was that, pirate?"

He sagged and sat on the bed. "So fucking good, lass. Get in my bed. I want to taste you."

"You have the energy?"

"I will in a minute. I feel sapped." He laid next to her and looked over at her. "I'm keeping you here. I'll not let you leave."

"Good. I want to stay."

"You don't want to get to your husband?"

"It's complicated. I can honestly say, though, that this is where I want to be."

He gave her a seductive look and said, "I want to be between your legs. Sit on my face, love. I'm going to get you to scream as you promised."

She was excited. She loved when he did that to her. She straddled him and was screaming out in pleasure quickly. He was very talented. She orgasmed hard and laid against him naked. "Wow."

He smirked, "You really liked that."

"Yes. I really did." She kissed his shoulder. She closed her eyes and rested. She wondered how long she could hold out from sex. She quickly tossed out that idea as much as she wanted to stay with him like this. Seeing the look of recognition on his face meant the world to her. She wanted him to remember her and their love.

He began caressing her body with his hook, and she sighed in pleasure. She smiled at him.

"You really like this. I'm… surprised." He looked at her with a hint of wonder in his eyes.

She moved his hook down to play with her clit. "You're talented with it."

He played with her and whispered, "But how do you know that?"

"Your reputation," she lied.

"I haven't used this on other women. They're afraid of it."

She chuckled, "You weld it as a deadly weapon. You have to be skilled with it." She then lost her train of thought. He was working her up, and she was arching her back and writhing in pleasure.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." He then moved his hook away from her and lined himself up with her. "It's time for a bit of plundering, Love." He then thrust into her.

They came together perfectly. He had her gripping the bed sheets tightly and meeting him thrust for thrust. He drove himself into her tight wet heat.

"Fuck, Emma. You're so tight!" He thrust into her hard. "You're mine from now on. I won't ever share you." He smiled as he heard her screaming out his name in pleasure and cursed.

Both orgasmed, and he collapsed on her. He was panting for breath when he remembered. It hit him hard, but he tried to play it cool. "I'm your bloody husband, Love."

"Yup. But it was fun meeting Captain Hook and having him take me back to his ship."

"You remembered this time?"

"Yeah. I did. I was shocked when you weren't Prince Phillip. I got stuck being the singing Princess Aurora." She rolled her eyes.

He caressed her face. "You were right. It was magical."