AN- This was supposed to be the last chapter and I fucking lied, like I always do. But it is my muse's fault, I swear. You'll see why. Just read and try not to think too hard about it.
Dashing Pirate Rescue
Chapter Eighteen
Previously…
"My dear ignorant child." Regina frowned in disappointment. "It was never your innocence that was needed to break the curse." She informed them with a shake of her head.
Emma exhaled sharply, her eyes widening at the implication of her statement.
"It was a child that was needed. A child born out of true love." She finally confessed the inner workings of the curse. "A child that will grow up to possess the most powerful of magics." She told them in all seriousness. "Why do you think it took so long for you to be rescued? The only one capable of saving you was your true love."
Killian turned his head away, pressing his spine against the door as he let the words sink in. His eyes fluttered shut and rolled his head against the wood, his face creasing at the heaviness that suddenly consumed him. It overwhelmed him, the words lingering in his ears like the steady rocking of the ship on the open water. He bowed his head, rubbing his hand, which was crusted with blood, over his mouth in acknowledgment that what they had was true love.
Emma cradled her belly protectively, letting her hand's calming presence reassure the child within. Moisture pooled in her eyes, her emerald green depths glinting with unshed tears as she glared at the queen reveling in everyone's reaction to the revelation.
"You malicious loathsome witch!" David spat, his chest rumbling with something urgent and primal inside. "How could you do this?" He released a shaky breath, mystified and stunned beyond all reasonable belief. "Corrupt my innocent daughter… that is far more foul than I thought you were ever capable."
Regina tossed her head back in laughter, swaying slightly as she took a step forward. She appeared drunk — inebriated on the intoxicating power coursing through her veins. "Imagine all of the knights and members of the royal forces you sent to retrieve her — all wildly unsuccessful. The only thing you managed to do was send countless men to slaughter." She sing-songed, wriggling her finger in amusement.
"Then that fateful open call…" She tsked, her shoulders shaking in disbelief. "That day the desperation finally kicked in." She slumped forward in mock exasperation. "Not even I could have predicted that it would be the miserable bloodthirsty pirate that would answer the call and to be successful at that."
David wrinkled his nose in disgust, his body shaking in uncontrollable anger as he sneered vengefully at her. Just the thought of her actions made his stomach churn. He could feel the bile rising in his throat at the implication of her words, but he swallowed it down. "You arranged for my daughter to be impregnated by a pirate!" He howled.
"No. No. No. No." She shook her head dramatically, her forehead wrinkling in disappointment. "Have you not been listening to a single word I've said, you ignorant fool? I arranged for her to be bedded by her true love. You make it sound like I just pulled a stranger off the street to divest her of her chastity." She scoffed. "She was in perfectly good hands, I assure you. But I will spare you the sordid details."
"You vile woman—" David lunged forward, barely able to snap himself from the grasp of the women that kept him grounded in place. "My little girl!" He exclaimed shrilly. "You didn't just take her
"David, please—" Snow chided desperately, pulling him backward with some help from her daughter.
"Listen to them, your highness." She tilted her head to the side, her eyes shining with mirth. "You wouldn't want to do anything too brash now, would you? Are you forgetting that your lives rest in my hands?" She crept forward with a dizzying and quirming approach until she stopped right in front of the family. "All of you…" She breathed wistfully, a sick and twisted maternal expression on her face as she placed her hands on Emma's stomach.
Killian's eyes snapped open, fury tearing through every muscle in his body as he seethed, his entire face beat red as the anger surged violently within him. Grimacing with a mixture of fear and sheer determination, he clenched the hilt of the sword in his grasp until he began to lose feeling in his fingers. "Like hell she is—" He snarled, his once blue eyes glazed over with deadly intent.
"My. My. My." Regina's face split into a cruel smile as she placed her head onto her shoulder. "Well, aren't you the persistent one?" She teased, rising to her feet and whirling around expectantly. Lifting the skirt of her dress from the floor, she took a few curious steps forward like it was a rousing game of hide and seek. "Don't be shy now. Come out and greet me properly."
Emma shuttered where she stood, her heart skipping a beat in her chest as she looked toward the crack in the door. She felt like her feet were going to give out underneath her as the agonizing seconds ticked by without a response.
"No?" She tilted her head in mock dismay. "I really expected better from you captain. But have it your way then…" She waved her hand in the air and the doors flew open with a horrendous thud that reverberated through the throne room.
Killian emerged from the opening, his body hunched slightly as he scowled in challenge. Tilting his head up, one could visibly see every bloody line clenching in his jaw as he regarded her vengefully. The muscles in his well-built chest rippled with every heated breath he took, the display exuding a raw foreboding and savage strength that was not to be perturbed.
His dark bangs fell against his forehead, traces of blood and sweat sticking the strands together. His eyes were cold and calculating, something dangerous and penetrating in his gaze. The leather encasing his legs was molded to his skin, hugging each and every rigid plane of his muscular build and streaked with blood.
His muscles bulged underneath the bandages soaked in blood wrapped around his torso. The chains hanging loosely around his neck swiped against the chest hair covering his upper half while the exposed skin was painted crimson, which to an unsuspecting unlooker resembled paint splatter in an artistic masterpiece.
But to the trained eye — the bandaged knuckles, the blood drying on his hands and arms, the brutal cut to his handsome cheek, the violence smearing the outline of his face and chin, and the smug and humorless expression he wore were all distinct trademarks of the deadly pirate captain.
"Killian…" Emma whispered into the still void, her heart hammering in her chest and a faint flutter in her belly at his presence.
David turned his head toward the pirate, flabbergasted by his sudden reappearance while even more questions developed in his mind as to the cause of his injuries and the massive amount of blood he proudly wore. The sight of him like that almost made his stomach churn.
Even after years of battle, David had never in his life witnessed a more grotesque display of brutality. However, he was reasonably thankful for his sudden intervention nonetheless and noted how ready and capable he looked for what laid ahead.
"Can we just calm the testosterone down for a moment? It really is exhausting." Regina curled her lip in annoyance, holding her palm in the air to dissuade his slow stalk toward them. "Ugh. Fine." She huffed, slamming her hand down into the air to bring the pirate to the floor.
Killian was hurled onto his back with a vicious thud, ripping his cutlass from his hand and sent it skidding across the floor, the metal hitting the wood with an audible clank. He winced in pain on the impact of hitting the floor, the fall aggravating his previously sustained injuries that had yet to heal.
Regina sneered as she took a few steps toward him, her heels clacking ominously against the floorboards. She raised her hand, curling her fingers together as if tightening her grip around an invisible lasso and pulled it toward her chest.
Killian barely had time to register the magic thrall he was being put under when he was sent sliding across the floor at a furious pace. His head thumped against the jagged floorboards, his back arching off the ground to avoid the pain radiating through his spine as he was dragged.
"Killian!" Emma cried out in horror, jolting forward in her father's grip to reach him. She blinked back the tears gathering in her eyes at the sight of his pain, the feeling of helplessness panging angrily in her chest.
The sound of his name falling from her lips was tortuous to his ears and he had to screw his eyes against the assault it brought upon him. He tumbled to a stop, rolling onto his side in agony only to feel a pair of feet pressed against his chest. Trembling in anger, his face beat red with it, he tilted his head up to see a decidedly gorgeous and wicked woman looming over him.
"I've been waiting a long time to bring you to your knees." She laughed, prodding his injured ribs with the toe of her heel.
Killian grimaced, heat radiating through his face as droplets of sweat rolled down his face. Hollowing out his cheeks, he gathered the spit and blood in his mouth and spat it out on the hem of her dress. "My apologies mam. That looked rather expensive." He wiped his mouth on his forearm, chuckling faintly in amusement.
Regina rolled her eyes and with another wave of her hand brought him to his feet so that he was on full display. "I was told you had quite the tongue on you pirate."
The ripples in his face were obvious, the pain shooting up his body as he strained in her magical hold. His fists were clenched at his sides as his limbs shuttered under her assault. "All positive references I hope." He let out a few breathy gasps while keeping up his usual cocky demeanor.
Regina circled him preditorially, a mischievous look in her eyes as she appraised him like one would a prime cut of meat — delectable and savory. Her mouth was practically watering with desire at the sight of him bare chested and defiant. "You really are as remarkably handsome as they say. It would be a shame to waste such a fine specimen…" She leered, her fingernails scraping over the ridges in his chest appreciatively.
Killian jerked against her magic, swallowing the disgust building in his throat. His chest rumbled with effort as he raised his chin to meet the gaze of the woman he could feel mere feet away from him. "Sorry, I'm spoken for."
Emma's eyes widened and her heart sank as he captured her gaze, his eyes penetrating her causing the breath to catch in her throat. She drew her hand around her locket, thumbing the edge of the metal to stroke his picture that laid within. Hot salty tears rolled down her pink cheeks, staining her skin with her grief at the sight of him suspended in the air being paraded around like a prize.
Her lower lip trembled as she sniffled, tear drops drifting from her lips while overcome with emotion. He had come for her — he would always come for her. Her eyes fluttered, her long lashes bringing more tears to the surface. "I love you." She confessed breathlessly, the wind carrying the weight of her words straight to his ears.
"I—" He opened his mouth to speak but was effectively cut off when he felt an invisible force applying pressure to his throat.
"Enough of this." Regina said impatiently, closing her hand in the air to pull the air from his lungs. "You have been nothing but a nuisance and you are no longer of any use to me."
Killian dangled in the air, choking and sputtering for breath as all the blood rushed to his face. His eyes rolled toward the ceiling and he began to gasp shallowly.
"No! Stop!" Emma screamed, breaking away from her parents and running her shoulder into Regina's back. Regina collapsed to the ground and Killian crumpled to the floor as her lack of focus broke the spell he was under.
Emma fell to her knees, sliding against the floor until they were pressed against his leg. She wrapped her arm around his back, watching in horror as his hands reached for his neck and he gasped violently. "Killian…" She leaned forward, prompting him to look at her.
He tilted his head up to look at her to see her smiling down at him, a cherished look in her hazy green eyes. Wincing sharply as he clung to his side, the other drawing his fingers down the column of his neck, he smiled sheepishly at her.
She exhaled sharply and cupped his face in her hands, her eyes searching him for what felt like an eternity. "Killian—" She brushed the matted locks of his hair, wanting to touch every inch of his body to make sure he was truly there and not some cruel trick. But he was there. Body and soul. He was there.
"Are you?" He managed to get out before he coughed. "Are you okay? Is the baby—?"
"Yes." She inhaled, a slight laugh catching in her throat at his concern. "We're both fine." She assured him, pressing her forehead against his so he could feel the warmth of her skin on his.
Her breath ghosted his lips and he could feel her trembling against him as her tears leaked onto his cheeks. Bringing a shaky hand toward her, he wrapped his hand around her jaw, his thumb stroking the tears slipping from her eyes.
"You came for us." She choked on her words, a sob catching in her throat.
"Always." He whispered his reply, his nose grazing against hers as he traced her lips with his own. "I will always come for you."
She smiled tearfully against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck to push more of herself against him. "I love you." She wept, her nails lightly raking against his neck. "I love you so much." She cried breathlessly before pressing her lips to his.
Quivering against him, she felt his lips brush hers, his mouth slanting to capture her kiss. She whined into his mouth, her shoulders sagging with the force of her sobs, which he eagerly swallowed down. She swayed gently against him, her chest beating wildly as he caressed her lips with his. The familiar taste of him on her tongue made her feel weightless and safe.
He winced, his heart aching in his chest as he feverishly kissed her mouth. The whole feeling coursing through him was heavy — far more than he was capable of physically carrying. It was as if her mere presence was anchoring him to this earth, holding him down to keep him from disappearing from existence.
Regina huffed behind them as she picked herself up off the ground. She tilted her head expectantly, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the sickening display between the pirate and the princess. No. This couldn't go on any longer. With a wave of her hand, his sword materialized in her hand and she began her approach.
"Emma—" Her name fell softly from his parted lips. His fingers tangled into the hair at the back of her head for support. He tilted her head away from his so he could look her in the eyes — his blue eyes burning into hers, the purest of honesty's pooling in his depths. "Emma—" He swallowed, choking on the significance of her name. "I love you. I love—"
The words died in his mouth and his eyes widened as he felt the sharp pull of a blade pierce his back. His limbs fell limply from her head, his body swaying as the sword dug deeper into his flesh, drawing the life from him.
"Killian?" She cupped his face, watching helplessly as the light began to fade from his eyes. "Killian!" Emma screamed, her heart constricting in her chest at the sight of the blood dribbling from his lips. "No. No. No. No." She chanted, her thumb sweeping against his jaw. "Please. Please. No." She whimpered as torturous cries tore their way through her entire being.
"Please!" She wailed as she felt his weight slump against her. "Stay with me. Stay with me. Please." She begged, the tears clouding her vision.
Regina glowered over them, her vengeful gaze boring into the sight before her as she grunted and pulled the pirate's own sword from his body.
A blood curdling scream tore itself from her lips as he fell lifelessly into her arms. She wrapped her arms around him, clutching onto him as she felt the warmth of his blood soak her chest. The pain was excruciating and she struggled to breathe as she rocked him in her arms. Burying her face into the crook of his cold neck — a neck that had once been bustling with life and warmth — to muffle her tortured screams.
Snow turned in David's hold to avert her gaze to the scene in front of her. She felt her husband's arms wrap tightly around her for comfort as her body shook with sorrow. His hand caressed her back, letting her weep into his chest as tears began to slide down his face at the sight of how distraught his daughter was facing the loss of the man she loved. It was no secret that he held little empathy for the pirate, but he was loath to witness the savage heartbreak and was helpless to stop it.
Emma convulsed against his body, hyperventilating into his hair as she gasped for breath. It felt like a piece of her had died. She cradled him to her body, her hands roaming any part of his body she could touch, reaching for any sign of life but coming up empty.
Her fingers smeared blood across his back as the last vestiges of his life leaked into a pool on the floor. She felt broken hollow inside, a shell of her former self without him with her. It was like something precious had been torn from her, never to return.
She was inconsolable in her misery, clinging to him and refusing to let go. Lifting her head, she screamed at the top of her lungs in anguish, her body shaking ceaselessly as she continued to rock him lifelessly in her arms almost willing him to wake from his impossible slumber.
Cupping the back of his head, she lifted her cheek to his and glared at Regina, who was hovering above her triumphantly, Killian's blood still dripping from the sword she had used to end his life. "You!" Emma yelled viciously, something inside her snapping in the sea of her torment. "You did this." She grimaced, her eyes trained furiously on the woman above her.
"I did you a favor." She huffed in retort, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "He left you, remember? He didn't want you! He didn't want either of you!" She said shrilly, her words biting into Emma's psyche like a venomous snake.
Emma slowly lowered her body into her lap, her arm placed around his back to keep him upright against her chest. She stroked his face with her thumb, smearing the blood across the fine hair lining his jaw. "I love you." She whispered, tears still flowing steadily from her eyes as she moved to close his.
"I'm afraid you have just sealed your fate, your majesty." Emma sniffled as she let him down from her lap until he was flush with the floor in front of her. She blinked the tears from her eyes and crawled onto her hands and knees beside him. "For taking his life — I will now take yours."
"You?" She cackled. "You can't hurt me." Regina teased hideously.
"Then I will die trying." She glared at her behind her red-rimmed eyes, the tears drying on her face as she gathered herself onto her feet. She could barely keep herself upright, her knees feeling like they could give out at any moment.
"Pathetic. You are still that same girl I locked in that tower all those years ago. Just as helpless and weak." Regina mocked with a twisted whimsy, watching with humor as Emma staggered toward her. The girl moving toward her was harmless, she looked half dead already — covered in the pirate's blood, her face as pale as a sheet.
"Ugh. Don't overexert yourself." Regina mumbled, rolling her eyes before stomping toward her and closing the distance between them. Regina caught the girl in her arms, her fingers gliding along her neck. "I would love nothing more than to kill you—"
"Go ahead." Emma snarled in challenge, her head rolling from side to side as the room around her spun madly. "I'm already dead."
"I won't kill you. Not until that baby has been removed from your body." Regina assessed, looking toward the other woman's stomach intently, and dropped the pirate's bloody sword to the ground with an audible clank.
"Then I will kill myself before I let that happen." Emma aggressed, her eyes hazy despite the bite of her words.
"You will never get the chance." Regina smiled sinisterly. "Magic can do a great many things my dear, including ripping that child from your womb that is… after I wind the clock forward on your pregnancy." She emulated the hand of a clock turning.
Emma's face fell in horror and immediately began to fight against her. "Don't! Please, don't!" She pleaded, wincing painfully as she tried to pry herself out of the witch's hold.
"David!" Snow screamed, bolting toward them only to be put until a paralyzing spell along with her husband. Frozen in place, they were able to use their eyes to watch on — subjected to witnessing the scene unfold, but unable to do anything about it in their current state.
Emma's gaze drifted toward them as she wailed. Her eyes snapped shut as she felt Regina's hand graze her stomach, the magic pulsing underneath her twitching palm as she summoned the spell.
There was a long moment of deafening silence in the air, Emma's body losing its grip on her surroundings as she went completely numb. She waited for the inevitable but was struck when nothing happened. Instead her body involuntarily jerked forward, emanating a bright white light from within that sent the witch backward.
Her eyes flew open in shock at the pulse of magic that had left her body at the moment the spell was supposed to be enacted. Her mouth parted and she bowed forward on unsteady feet. The queen had been knocked back, her body rolling across the floor until she hit the far wall.
Emma had no idea what had just overcome her, but in that moment she knew it was the time to strike back. No longer would she stand on the sidelines. No longer would she take someone she loved away from her. This had to end now and it would end with her.
Emma glanced toward the queen, nothing but pain behind her green eyes, and then trained her eyes down to where Killian's sword had scattered noisily to the ground before her. Wordlessly, she bent down and collected his cutlass from the ground and gripped it in her hand.
Testing it in her hand, the cutlass expelled drops of blood onto the floor and its ownership had yet to escape her and only served to drive her in her purpose. She let its presence motivate her — like a piece of his life was still in her hands guiding her and letting the pirate within take hold. Far too many times had she witnessed the bloodthirsty pirate rip into his enemies and now she would do the same — for him.
She strode forward with determination, a murderous glint in her eyes as Regina began to register what was going to happen. "You know. I really want to thank you for what you did." Emma alluded, vengeance spitting from her mouth at her sarcastic yet grim tone. "I learned a lot being locked up in that tower… but I learned a hell of a lot more at sea."
Regina's eyes widened in fear, the hair tumbling from her updo and falling into her face as the woman approached her.
"I learned from pirate's just what it feels like to take a life." Emma glared down at her, raising Killian's sword into the air. "And now I will have the honor of taking yours." She said assuredly, a deadly promise breaking through the facade of the princess as she dragged her arm back and lunged forward to bury the blade in the witch's chest.
Staggering forward, she closed her other hand around the hilt of the cutlass, pushed down on the blade with added force to deepen the puncture wound. She heard the tearing of flesh as she bared down on her teeth in exertion.
"This is for Killian." She whimpered slightly, tears pooling in her eyes as she twisted the blade with all her might. She could hear the satisfying sound of her gasping breath and the jerking of her body while blood dripped from her mouth until she succumbed to Emma's vengeance.
The queen's death released Snow and David from her magical thrall. Their eyes darted around the room, searching for their daughter and were shocked when they stumbled upon the display of bloody revenge.
Emma screamed shrilly, panting in horror and heartbreak as she withdrew the blade from her flesh and let it clamber onto the ground beside her. Clutching her hand against her chest, the pain far too much to take, she collapsed onto her knees and shattered to the ground.
"Emma!" Snow ran toward her, her husband on her trail. "Emma!" Snow shouted, sinking to her knees to comfort her daughter in her moment of grief as David stood on helplessly.
"Get off!" Emma screamed, shoving her mother away from her. "Get away from me! Get away from me!" Her heart wrenching cries pierced the air. She bent forward, her fingernails scratching mercilessly against the floorboards for purchase as she choked and gasped in misery. The pain burned her, seizing every ounce of her being and setting it on fire. She felt engulfed by the flames, the torturous sounds emanating from within licking up her throat until she could barely breathe.
She dropped her head closer to the ground, peeking up from the curtain of her blonde hair and sniffling painfully as her eyes fell upon his body. Crumpling into herself, she sucked in gulps of air, never taking her clouded vision from her love. "Killian—" She whimpered helplessly, clawing at the floorboards as she began to push herself across the floor toward him.
Crawling forward, her knees buckled and she slumped against the ground as she inched her way toward him desperately. Using her forearm to guide herself forward, she wrapped her arm around her unborn child.
The knowledge that he had come back for them and was ready to step up as a father dug the pain further into her chest. They had almost had it — it had been within her grasp only to be taken away from her at the last moment. She paused for a moment, burying her head into the floor underneath her as she mourned not only the loss of her love, but mourned for her unborn child, who would never know their father.
She was forced to confront the fact that she would one day tell them of their father's brave sacrifice and that he had died protecting their mother from harm. When that day came, she would tell them of his unwavering love and endurance for keeping those he loved safe, even at the cost of his own life.
They would never know how stubborn he was, how handsome and strong he was, how determined he was. And every day she would have to endure looking into that child's eyes to see bits and pieces of himself left behind in the wake of his absence — a reminder that they could have had it all.
It was with that thought that she truly realized he was gone and the blow was devastating. She gave herself a moment to peel herself off the ground before continuing on until finally she reached the still corpse of the man she loved with her entire being.
Emma threw herself over his body and wept into the hair stretching across his chest — the chest that had provided her comfort when she needed it most or a shield from the elements during their travels — a chest she had slept and cried into countless times.
Lifting her head up, she gazed down at his face. Even in death he was positively stunning. The blood smeared across his face had refused to trouble his appeal or diminish it — its presence only serving to make him all the more desirable. She was still drawn in captivated by him in his stillness. Looking down at him, she would expect him at any moment to open his eyes and get up but she knew that was foolish.
Her lashes fluttered, collecting the tears from her eyes and sending them rolling across her pale skin. Tilting her head to the side, she brushed his hair reverently and stroked his jaw delicately. Lowering her head, she breathed heavily against his cold unmoving lips. "I love you, Killian." She whispered before brushing her lips gingerly with hers as a final action of her devotion for him.
At the moment their lips touched, Emma felt a strong gust of wind spread out around them that enveloped the entire castle. Her eyes widened and she quickly retracted herself from him. When she pried herself away, she watched as a miraculously drew breath.
"Killian?" Emma asked softly, her voice hesitant yet hopeful as she stroked his cheek in her hand. She looked down at him with misty eyes, her cheeks a torturous shade of red from the pain his death had caused only to find that her kiss had resurrected him.
His eyes fluttered open, his eyes widening as his world came back into view. The last thing he had remembered was her face — the look of happiness gracing her features until it was replaced with the pain from the sharp pain in his back. His surroundings were hazy and he blinked rapidly to adjust his focus, and that is when he saw her.
His face softened in recognition and reached out a shaky hand to close his fingers around her wrist. "Hi, love." He stammered in his disoriented haze.
She exhaled sharply, crying in relief as she threw her arms around him.
Killian wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back with one hand while the other tangled in the hair at the back of her head. "It's okay. I'm here." He whispered into her hair, rubbing her back to let his presence comfort her in her distress. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You were dead." She sobbed into his neck. "I thought I had lost you—"
"It doesn't matter anymore." He wrinkled his face as he suffered from the pain that his loss had caused her. "What matters is that we are both here and we are both alive. I'm never leaving you again." He vowed, crying noiselessly underneath her as he smoothed his hand over her hair. "I love you and I'm never letting you go."
David held Snow as they both witnessed the exchange, his hand circling her lower back. His own tears were flowing now, the love surging through his heart with the knowledge that his daughter would no longer have to suffer.
True love's kiss had released his daughter of the burden of his death and the witch had been vanquished — it was finally done.
Collecting Emma's face in his hands, he fused his lips to hers in a silent promise to both of them that he would never again be parted from them. His lips caressed hers with fervor, his mouth consuming hers warm and tender passes of his lips.
She returned his passionate kiss with equal finesse, chasing his lips with her own until she was breathless, and even then she refused to let them go. She let herself drown in the taste of the rum on his tongue as it swept over her bottom lip and the desperate fever of his movements against her mouth.
When they managed to pry their lips from one another, she opened her eyes to meet his adoring gaze as she breathed against his mouth. "This all feels like a dream. I can't believe you are really here." She sighed wistfully.
"Nothing — not even death can stand in between us." He replied earnestly, brushing his thumb against her blonde curls in a gesture meant to cherish and worship her existence.
"I thought a pirate's only love was for his ship." She reminded him, her eyes shining with mirth at the memory that seemed like a lifetime ago.
He noted the crease in her forehead as she laughed and he was drawn to the dimples in her cheeks as she smiled. "Maybe I just needed reminding of what I had to live for." He lamented.
"That's a shame. I had grown rather attached to the pirate." She rubbed her palm over his shoulder.
"Oh." He opened his mouth in recognition, a mischievous glint in his eye as he raised a mischievous brow. "Well, if it is the pirate you want—" He rolled them around so that his body covered hers and grinded his pelvis into her hips. "Then it is the pirate you shall get." He wriggled his eyebrows and dropped his lips to hers as he rubbed himself wantonly against her.
They were interrupted by a throat clear behind them and Killian snapped his head in the direction of the king and queen, a sheepish yet smug look on his face. "Your majesties." He nodded in acknowledgement.
They glared at him in disapproval. David's mouth was pressed together tightly and Snow averted her gaze, a slight embarrassing blush rising to the surface of her pale cheeks at the sight of the rather intimate scene before them.
"Killian!" He heard Madden's voice from the doorway followed by several footsteps coming to a screeching halt behind him. Looking over in the direction of the doors he saw Madden, concern written across his face as he stretched his arms out to keep his crew from intruding on the moment.
"Who the hell are they?" David furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, gesturing to the men at the door.
"My crew." Killian smiled devilishly, flashing his eyes toward them to flaunt his most precarious position over the princess in front of her parents.
Madden brushed his thumb over his lips to try and hide his amusement and laugh at their compromising situation but failed miserably to do so.
"Pirates?" David narrowed his eyes in skepticism and distaste, resting his hands on his waist.
"This band of pirates just saved your sorry arses." Madden fired back quickly in defense, gesturing to the men gathered around him.
"Oy, mate." Killian spoke up, snapping his fingers to get David's attention. "Have some respect for the blokes that risked their lives to save yours. Perhaps compensation is in order, aye?" Killian suggested, tossing his head back and forth between the royals and the surviving members of his crew.
He had to bite down his lower lip as he felt her push herself against him, his leather encased cock sliding against her inner thigh. He growled lowly, bending his head down to chastise her for her bold actions. "Darling, I am trying my best to defuse the situation so it is best to not try my restraint because I have no qualms about taking you right here in front of your parents and something tells me they wouldn't like that very much."
"Hurry, I need you." She whined, wriggling underneath him.
"Bloody hell." He muttered as she clawed at his back. "Lodgings, food, and a warm bath should set them right for now." Killian managed to get out under the current distress the ache inside his trousers was making under her thrall.
"David, we owe them a service." Snow insisted, looking up at him with honest eyes. "Let's leave them be for a moment and see to it they have what they need."
"Fine." David grumbled, glancing back over at the way the pirate was above his daughter and wrinkled his nose in distaste for the pirate's ill-mannered and brazen behavior. "That's my daughter, pirate!" David snapped a challenging finger in his direction at the sight of him, half naked and shamelessly rutting against his daughter.
Killian narrowed his deep blue eyes, silently taunting the man with a cocky grin. "Your father is a distrustful bloke." He murmured to her as her arms wrapped around his neck.
"You are threatening to defile his daughter right in front of him, can you blame him?" She stroked the back of his neck, silently urging him to look at her.
He pressed his forehead against hers, giving her a teasing thrust of his hips with promise for more. "Gods, I can't wait to be inside you. Do you even feel how much I need you?"
"Not as much as I need you." She assured him, releasing her arms so that she could take his wrist and draw it underneath her dress. She directed his hand to the heat between her thighs and ushered him to feel the desire pooled between her legs.
He hissed, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he swept his finger through her folds, his restraint slipping with every passing second. He looked up, meeting Madden's eyes with a sexually tormented expression, silently begging him to do something.
"Ignore it." Snow dragged his face back to hers to get him to refocus his attention on her.
"But—" He opened his mouth to protest, flinging his arm out to the wildly inappropriate display in front of him.
"David, they are in love and already expecting a baby. There is nothing you can do about it now." She argued sternly. "They almost just lost each other. What would you have done had it been me?"
David rolled his eyes but dropped the subject immediately at the mention of the reversed positions and surrendered to her wishes.
"Oy! Royals! Over here." Madden waved his arms about like a mad man. "I believe some hospitality is in order for the dashing pirate rescue!" He demanded.
"Come on sweetheart." Snow urged, flipping him around and giving him a gentle push toward the door.
"Easy pirate, we'll be talking about this later." David hissed as he passed them, his eyes widening in horror as he watched the pirate's hand run the length of his daughter's leg underneath her gown.
"Looking forward to it." Killian licked his lips lasciviously, causing David to lunge forward on the offensive.
"David, don't—" Snow chided, pushing the man staggering forward. "Take all the time you need." Snow addressed them quickly before rushing her husband out of the room.
"Enjoy you two…" Madden sing-songed, grinning as he shut the doors behind everyone, plunging the room into silence.
Emma blushed brightly in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands to remove the thoughts of what her parents may or may not have witnessed upon their retreat from the throne room.
"Come on, love." Killian lifted her hands from her face and raised a suggestive brow in her direction. "Let me take care of you. Do you want to show me where you ache for me?" He hovered over her, his eyes searching hers expectantly.
She whined impatiently, bucking underneath him and arching further into the cradle of his thighs for more contact.
"No, love." He growled at her defiance. "I said…" He grabbed her hand and folded her fingers in his. "Show me…" He whispered heatedly into her skin as his hand disappeared underneath her gown, using their joined hands to brush the sensitive skin of her leg as he inched closer to where he knew she needed him most. "Let's see if you are still deliciously wet for me, mhm?"
Her breath hitched in her throat, all practical thought escaping her as she felt the intimate touch of his fingers sweeping through her sodden folds and delicately parting her. Every stroke of his fingers was working her up into a frenzy, the need to be filled an impossibly singular necessity.
"Gods, you are practically weeping…" He groaned into the nape of her neck, his voice echoing across her heated skin as he mercilessly teased her entrance. Her flushed body overwhelmed him — it calling out to its other half.
He wanted to touch her everywhere, wanted to experience and have her in every possible way — his insatiable hunger for her leaving an ache so unbearable he swore he would succumb before getting his way. He wanted to claim her sex, invade her senses, touch every ounce of skin to mark her as his.
As soon as he slipped a single finger inside of her, the action coaxing a heady moan from her lips. Brushing his lips across her skin, he dragged his mouth over the exposed skin of her shoulder. His breath ghosted her flesh as he carried his worshipful kiss against the outline of her jaw while he pumped his finger in and out of her.
Spurred by the sublime sounds that escaped her mouth, he added a second finger with a breathy exalted moan to her neck. Each drive of his fingers inside her was a reckoning of pleasure, the heat of her scorching his skin and encouraging his movements against her.
Seizing the delicate lacy strap of her dress between his fingers, he lowered it over her shoulder to rest against her upper arm. He caressed the newly naked skin with his lips, a cherished motion meant to swear his fealty to her body. He rolled his hips against hers, punctuating every purposeful thrust of his fingers inside of her.
Her beautiful face was contorted in rapture, a desperate longing to be sated as she bucked back against his ministrations. The sensation was dizzying, a delirious pleasure surging through her and divesting her of the anarchy waging a war inside her body. She felt his fingers curl inside her, beckoning the desire from her body, every movement justified in its intent to fulfill that goal.
"Give yourself over to me." He commanded her body, bending it to his will. "Need to feel you." He begged desperately, his voice tortured against her skin as he brushed her innermost walls, stroking deftly to bring her orgasm to the surface for his consumption.
Whining helplessly, she arched her back into his touch, riding his fingers as she finally submitted herself to the pleasure he had created. She clenched around his probing fingers, which sought to pull every ounce of desire from her as she came for him.
Lifting his head from her neck, he watched entranced as she fucked herself against his fingers. "Gods, you are so beautiful when you come for me." He reverently praised her, stroking her hair as she trembled underneath him.
He felt her sag to the floor, panting hard as she convulsed with the aftershocks of her climax. She looked positively radiant — her skin flushed with the proof of her pleasure, her blonde curls fanned out around her head, her face blotchy and stained with a mixture of blood and tears. Taking her jaw on his hand, he gazed down at her beauty, his thumb lightly brushing her cheek as she finally came to.
Her eyes flew open as she felt him withdraw his fingers from her and she whimpered at the loss. She watched under hooded eyes as his hand slipped from underneath her dress and brought his moist fingers to his mouth.
Transfixed, her eyes widened at the sight of him sucking her between his lips, humming around his fingers appreciatively at the taste of her on his tongue. With eyebrows raised, she watched his eyes go from the deepest of blues to a dark obsidian as he moaned — a sound so dark and possessive it made her thighs clench with need.
He released his digits with a wet pop, a deranged look in his eye as he looked at her intently. There was absolutely no denying his addiction to her. He craved her like he needed her body to live. She was a compulsory indulgence that was made specifically for him.
A low predatory rumble simmered inside his belly, a greed so insatiable forming inside him that it drove him to the point of insanity. With the taste of her still fresh on his taste buds, he tightened his lips together in impatience, his mouth still glistening with her desire and grabbed the dagger from his belt.
Gripping it in his hand, he sliced through the fabric — the silk gown buckling without protest under the command he wielded over the knife. Once satisfied with his incision, he threw the knife to the ground and grasped both sides of the ruined material, tearing it apart with his hands. He ripped the blood-stained skirt right off the bodice, leaving her lower half bare to his lustful gaze and began to roam his hands over her body.
She gasped at the feel of his hands over her naked skin, his touch roving over her body zealously. "Is there a dress you won't ruin? Or are you determined to keep me naked for the rest of my days?" She hummed, her head rolling to the side to surrender to his exploitative fingers on her body.
Lowering himself down to the gentle swell of her stomach, he nuzzled her belly with his cheek letting her feel the gentle scrape of his stubble against her skin. "Starving…" He murmured into her flesh, his voice strained with his desire.
"Killian—" He raised his head from her torso at the wanton sound of her voice and his features split into a deranged and sensual smirk. Craning his neck behind him to inspect his surroundings when his eyes fell upon the golden thrones with their deep dark blue upholstery.
"You know…" He began, turning his head back around to face hers. "I woman as gorgeous as you deserves to be worshipped properly." He gave her a sly smile as he searched her face. Without ceremony, he rose to his feet in front of her and extended his arms out for her to take.
She reached out to him, locking their fingers together so he could pry her up from the floor and into his waiting arms. "I thought you were—"
Barely able to get the words out of her mouth, she was taken off guard when he swept her up into his arms and began to stride over to the platform where the thrones sat. Her eyes widened at their destination and she wriggled in his grasp. She was joselted in his arms slightly as he trudged up the steps.
Her eyes widened expectantly as they stopped in front of her father's throne and he gently placed her on top of it. Once she was firmly planted in her seat, he stepped back a few paces to admire how debauched she looked. She was squirming against the velvet, her soaked thighs sliding against the velvet and staining the throne beneath her.
He could come just staring at her in all her glory — seated in her rightful place like the princess she was and spread open wide to receive him. He groaned, the pad of his thumb brushing his lips at the thought of fulfilling his ultimate conquest.
Shuffling back over to him, his cock rubbing against the inner seam of his leather pants as he moved. He tilted his head to the side, licking his lips lasciviously, his stare penetrating hers and silently declaring his intent.
She shifted in her seat, her slick desire rubbing against the seat underneath his smoldering gaze. His eyes never left hers as he slowly lowered himself down in front of her, and placed himself between the cradle of her thighs. "Killian, what are you—"
He stood before her, propping himself up on one knee and raised his arms in a gentle bow. "Kneeling down before royalty." He answered smugly in a low gravelly tone as he popped his head up. Without warning, he locked his arms underneath her knees and dragged her toward him until she hung off the seat.
"Seeing you like this brings me so much pleasure I could come just looking at you." He murmured huskily. "Look at you rutting impatiently, desecrating daddy's throne in your anticipation for me to fuck you — you'll never be able to look at it again without envisioning me right here between your thighs bringing you pleasure with my mouth."
Her hands gripped tightly around the armrests and she tossed her head back at the sound of his voice.
"Tell me love…" He sighed into her skin, his cheek grazing against her leg while his hand traced up the length of her body. "Are you a merciful princess?" He hissed against her inner thigh. "Are you generous or do you withhold your justice?" He hummed, teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh with his tongue. "Are you the kind to deny a man dying of thirst? Will you prevent him from getting what he needs?"
She nearly rose from her seat, shivering as she felt his warm breath ghost her sodden skin. His words had an effect on her like no other, it stands to reason that she could get off on the sound of his gruff voice alone.
"What's it going to be, your grace?" He breathed heatedly into her thigh, dropping kisses to the glistening skin there, his tongue darting out to taste her.
She whined, fidgeting above him in search of relief. "Fuck me…" She inhaled sharply as the filthy desperate curse left her lips of their own volition — the words barely audible given her current state of sexual duress.
"What was that love? I couldn't hear you." He leaned in, his eyes flashing toward her to register the torment his sexual neglect was causing her.
With her hand curled around one of the armrests, she fisted his hair and pushed her pelvis against his lips. "I said fuck me pirate." She demanded in a near shriek as she rubbed herself against his waiting mouth.
"Yes, your highness." He purred his compliance into the warmth nestled between her legs. Using his fingers to grant him access to the treasure of her body. He inhaled her scent, his eyes dilating at the promise of the surrender of her arousal.
He dove his tongue into her with gusto, procuring her desire for him like a collector of rare curiosities. He hummed in satisfaction as he greedily drank from her, his tongue sweeping every ridge it could reach until she was immaculate. Swirling his tongue around her entrance, he continued to pull the moisture from her body. Closing his mouth around her cunt, he gorged himself on her taste, his tongue fucking into her with purpose.
He was maddening in his pursuit of her pleasure, the need and desire to feel her flowing down his mouth his only motivation. He ate from her depths eagerly, mouthing at her gunt vigorously to drain her of everything her body offered him in return for his efforts.
She was a muse for his pleasurable thoughts, a captive of his lustful inclinations, and a vessel for his desire — a princess seated on his mouth like a throne as she unabashedly took from him.
Emma arched her back as he removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger, sliding it in and out of her as his tongue briefly lashed out beside.
He growled possessively and traced his tongue up the length of her pulsing sex with the flat of his tongue. He took his time exploring her, mapping out the most intimate places of her body to stake his claim on every part of her. He licked languidly, moaning appreciatively as he bathed her with his tongue.
The sound reverberated through her, the tension coursing through her body under the promise of breaking. Closing her fist around the back of the seat, she rolled her hips against his attentions, riding his finger with abandon.
He smirked sinfully, his nose gliding up glistening sex as he drew another finger inside of her, pulsing them in and out of her heat as she bucked against him. His tongue sought out the swollen bundle of nerves situated at the apex of her thighs and he gently lowered his tongue to it.
He lashed with bravado, wrenching and provoking the orgasm from her body so he could sate his thirst for her. Still working his fingers and out of her tight heat, he rasped against her sensitive flesh and closed his lips around it to suck it into his mouth.
Her foot fell to his shoulder for purchase, angling her body into his mouth for respite. Pulling the hair at the top of his head, pulling him into her as she grinded herself shamelessly against his mouth.
Sensing she was on the brink of her ecstasy, he doubled his efforts by alternating the amount of pressure applied to her clit all the while not letting up on the vigorous pulse of his fingers inside her. He could feel her clawing his scalp, desperately trying to press into him for the sensation that would send her careening toward her finish. He suckled her clit, the ceaseless demand of his tongue fortifying the necessity to satisfy his craving.
The pleasure was surging through her violently, her body quickening its pace against his ministrations until the tension coiled inside her. She cried out, rocking forward into his mouth, her body seizing to his dark impulse. With her eyes screwed shut, she convulsed, the force of her orgasm crashing over her and refusing to let go.
Killian dragged his mouth to the potent source of her ecstasy, looking up at her with a driven insanity to consume her. Latching his lips around her, he messily ate from her core, devouring her sublime essence down his throat to curb his appetite.
When she tried to move away from him, he growled possessively and held her down so he could continue to feast on her pleasure. His body was singing its worship of her taste on his tongue, a divine sustenance that deserved to be coveted. He hummed contentedly, swallowing her down until he had finally had his fill and his weakness was momentarily cured.
He was in a daze when he pried himself away from her, his chin slick with her desire when he finally rose to his feet in front of her. She could see the pride in the way he held himself erect above her, the control slipping away leaving only the maddening need for release. Darting her eyes lower, she could see the bulge in his pants — the apparent ache demanding satisfaction.
His eyes bore into hers as he loosened the sword belt around his waist and let it drop to the floor beside them with an audible thud — the action sending her a direct message for her intervention.
She slid against the seat and lifted herself gently to give her access to the laces of his pants and began to deftly pluck the strings to divest him of the barrier between them. Her eyes found his, reading his tormented expression as she unlaced his pants until the material gave way and she was able to shimmy them down his hips.
He tossed his head back and gasped at the respite of being freed from his leather pants. His eyes screwed shut as he felt her draw the leather down his legs, her nails raking against the curve of his ass along the way. The pants pooled at his feet and he pushed his legs from them before kicking it to the side.
"My turn." She proclaimed, curling her fingers around his waist to pull him toward her with a slight yelp. She released him from her hold, her hand wrapping around his shaft as she began to pump him languidly in her dainty fist.
He stumbled forward on unsteady feet at her bold movements against his cock. It had caught him off guard and rendered him speechless at that moment. He swayed slightly, losing his balance as she diligently pumped him in her hand.
He groaned, tilting his head back at the feel of himself wrapped around her warm hand. "Darling…" He squeaked, his face creasing in pleasure. "You don't have to…" He bucked up into her touch at a particularly pressure-filled stroke of her hand.
Emma curled her lips in concentration, studying the way her hand glided across his cock, delighting in the noises she pried from his lips. The position made her feel oddly powerful — to know that she was having this much of an effect on him. She longed to replicate the pleasure he had given her, to return the generous favor in kind.
She looked down at her hand moving over him, applying a subtle pressure that had his knees buckling in response. She was absolutely entranced by the way he jerked himself back against her appreciatively. His mouth was parted in desire, but through the guise of his pleasure she could see the pained expression on his face as he tried to exert his wavering control over himself.
Tilted her head in slight apprehension, she watched in awe as he swelled underneath her probing hand and she instinctively lowered her mouth over him in an experimental way.
He raised a shaky timid hand to halt her actions against him. "Em-ah—" His eyes snapped open at the feel of her mouth closing over the head of his cock. His hand closed into a fist at the sensation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as she began to slowly descend down his hard length.
She bulked in surprise as she welcomed him inside her mouth, allowing him to fill her slowly. Her mouth stretched over him snuggly as she slowly dragged her lips over him to accommodate more of him in her mouth. It was an interesting feeling to feel his heavy erection throb in her mouth, but it wasn't unpleasant.
His restraint was crumbling at the feeling of being buried inside her mouth, the dominant male inside him clawing its way out to savagely claim it. Bringing his fist to his mouth to muffle his tormented screams. He shuttered expectantly, his hand closing around the arm rest to occupy his hand and keep himself from taking her head and ramming her forward.
She dragged her mouth over him, gently sucking him between her lips while bobbing her head, letting the strangled curses slipping from his lips guide her movements against him. When she looked up at him under innocent eyes, he was wrecked beyond all reason — his body erect and his muscles wobbling with the strain of trying to keep his composure.
She was well aware she was playing a dangerous game with him — one she knew she could never undo once it began. She had no idea what she was doing. She leaned in to gently suckle him, mirroring the way he normally stroked himself in front of her with her mouth. Humming around him, she took him in deeper until he reached the back of her throat and she began to gag.
"Emma." He growled in warning at the sound, begging her to withdraw from him in fear that he would fuck her mouth to oblivian. His knees went weak, his entire body trembling as his grip tightened around the chair, suddenly worried that he was going to break it if she continued.
Tears leaked from her eyes and she slowly eased up on him, lifting him from her mouth gingerly and hovered her lips over his velvety tip, taking several deep breaths before enveloping him once more.
"Fuck!" He lowered his fist and knocked it roughly against the armrest as he tried like hell to not move against her. His head was swimming with the pleasure coursing through him, barely able to keep himself in check.
She hollowed out her cheeks, pumping him vigorously down her throat and moaning around him.
"Darling. I can't." He snarled between gritted teeth as he began to rock into her at a languid pace. "Emma, please. I don't want to hurt you—" He sobbed in torment, whining as he began to surge forward, the dam breaking inside of him. He reached out to her, his hand a hair's breadth away from seizing her by the hair to take control.
She sank down on him, her nose nuzzling against the curls near the base of his shaft and began to choke on him violently.
If she continued like this he was either going to thrust himself inside, fucking that hot little mouth of hers or come down her throat in mere seconds. Not wanting to experience either option, something inside him snapped and he tangled his hand in to pry her mouth from him like one of his whores.
"You are playing with fire." He scolded, noting her wide-eyed expression as he thrust her back into the throne by her hair and then released her. "I refuse to finish down your throat. I want to feel you clamp down around me as I come. I need to feel you around me as I fuck you… turn around." He instructed, circling his finger and motioning his direction.
She complied wordlessly, flipping herself around and standing on her knees with one hand gripping the edge of the chair and the other. She bent forward until she was pressed against the back of the seat, pelvis tilted toward him in anticipation to once again be whole.
Placing his knee onto the seat, he leaned in and pressed his palm to her back to position her body to receive his cock. Gripping himself in hand, he guided his cock to her entrance and sank himself inside of her in one fluid punishing thrust.
They sighed in unison, her body welcoming him inside her with ease and molding herself around him. He tossed his head back, his mouth parting in rapture as he bottomed out inside of her, his hips finally joined with hers.
His hand skimmed over her curves, lowering his head against her back to whisper against her skin. "Are you alright?" He rasped against her shoulder blade as he traced his fingers over the expanding shape of her body.
She responded by thrusting back against him, moaning for him to move inside her, wanting to feel him slide back and forth inside her and needing to feel his hot and heavy flesh throbbing with every push and pull of his hips. "Move. God Killian, move."
"I can barely withstand being inside you like this." He winced into her back as he placed a few open-mouthed kisses to the skin there. "I'm not going to last long." He mouthed at her neck desperately. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. Are you ready?"
She nodded assertively, her mouth opening wide as he pulled out until only the head remained and slammed back in. Her walls engulfed him, holding him inside her tightly until she relinquished her power to him.
He swept her long blonde curls from her neck, sweeping her hair over her shoulder as he began to set an urgent pace inside her. His hands closed around her waist to control her movements against him, pulling her toward his chest as he watched himself disappear inside her body with every thrust.
He buried his nose in her hair, breathing her heady scent as he snapped his hips insistently in a rough demand. "You are so fucking beautiful." He moaned into her hair, fucking into her with vigor to bring about his pleasure.
Sliding his hands to her hips, he curled his fingers around them and began to drive into her wildly. "Ah." He moaned, raking his teeth against her shoulder as he grinded persistently against her hips. "You feel so fucking good around me. Bloody perfect." He murmured into the nape of her neck, his nose nuzzling against her.
She fucked back against him in earnest, enveloping him inside her and letting him slide from her depths only to quickly return. She rocked backward, rolling her head back and forth as he relentlessly pistoned his hips.
"Are you going to come again for me?" He took her by the chin to tilt her head toward him so he could read the torment in her eyes. Killian smirked at the depraved look in her eyes, her expression completely unhinged with her desire to please him.
"Show me." He encouraged, his hand slipping from her hip to find the place where they were joined. "Let me feel what I do to you." He urged, pivoting his hips to angle himself against her as he stroked her with his palm.
She gasped as he slapped his hand against her wet flesh and bowed forward at the unexpected sensation radiating through her body. He rubbed her gently, his hand sliding against her clit before returning with another teasing slap, just enough to jolt her into submission.
"Don't make me beg." He drawled out huskily, his hand slipping from her to take her hand and brought it back to the apex of her thighs, coaxing her movements against herself with his helpful touch. "Come for me." Killian whispered with a deep commanding thrall that had her quivering into his chest as he rammed into her from behind.
Her back arched and she pushed her head into his shoulder as her orgasm washed over her.
Her walls fluttered around him and he surged forward with a guttural moan, drawing her body against his chest as he released himself inside her. He stroked himself inside her lazily, emptying every last drop of himself inside of her, not wanting to deprive her body of it and have her go without.
Once properly sated, he collapsed against her, tucking his head into her neck as he pulled in deep and heavy breaths into his lungs for reprieve. "Are you alright, love?"
She hummed pleasantly at the familiar term of endearment and smiled softly at the sound of it. "That depends. Are you going to keep asking?" She countered wryly as she gently caressed her belly. "I'm not fragile. I don't break easily." She reminded him.
He kissed her and pulled himself from her depths with a grunt and craned around her to see her hands placed on the rounded curve of her stomach. His eyes widened in acknowledgement and he began to panic. "Was I too rough? Is the baby—" He reached out a tentative hand to join hers.
"It's fine." She stressed the reassuring tone of her voice to set him at ease. "Eventually I'm going to push you off the Jolly if you keep throwing a fit off my condition."
Killian slid off the chair and stepped back on tense limbs. "How could I bloody not?" He muttered in exasperation, running his palms down his face.
"You sound like a worried father." She said timidly, peering over her shoulder as she played with the broken ends of her hair.
"Well—" He stammered, putting a hand on his hip. "I am."
She shook her head and gave a gentle laugh at his expense. "I'm glad." She turned herself over in the throne until she was in a sitting position, gawking at his naked body. "That means you care."
He let out a long sigh at the mention of his lack of paternal instincts. "Of course I care. How could I not?" Killian exhaled longingly. "You both mean the world to me. I've risked my bloody life time and time again for you and still you doubt me?"
"I don't doubt you. I've never doubted you." She told him earnestly, a small smile creeping to her lips.
He took a few steps toward, the corners of his mouth twitching as he dropped to his knees before her. He nodded his head toward her, silently asking her permission to touch their child.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded her head. Her hand flew to her mouth at the feel of his warm palm gently brushing against her belly.
"I may not be the best damn father but I'm going to bloody well try." He vowed to the unborn infant before tilting his head back toward her.
"I love you." She sniffled sheepishly, her face red and blotchy at the heartwarming display.
He staggered to his feet and wrapped his arm around her, tugging her to his torso before dropping a kiss to her head. "I've never loved anyone the way that I love you. You're it."
She inhaled deeply into the ridges of his abdomen, relief flowing through her at his reassuring declaration.
While holding her in his arms, he caught something out of the corner of his eye and cocked a curious eyebrow. He titled his head toward it and soon recognized the corpse of the witch in the corner of the room. "Bloody hell. Who killed the witch?" He bulked.
She blew out all the air stored in her lungs and laughed, shaking her head in amusement. "I did." She confessed, lifting her head up to watch his reaction.
He gazed down at her, awestruck by how amazing she was. Pride surged through him and he beamed down at her before catching her off guard and lifting her from her seat and into his arms.
She chuckled giddily as he twirled them around. Holding on tightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist to keep from falling.
"You are bloody brilliant. Where have you been all of my life?" He asked her sarcastically, his eyes shining with happiness.
"Locked in a tower." She offered dryly.
He cupped the back of her head and fused his lips to hers, massaging her with his mouth. He slanted his head to deepen the kiss, curving his lips onto hers with fervor. Reluctantly dragging his lips from hers, he searched her face to notice how utterly exhausted she appeared.
"Come on, love." He offered, tucking her head against his chest and walking them back over to the throne and placing himself on it with her in his lap. "I always knew there was a little pirate in you." He remarked wistfully.
"There is now…" She sighed warmly, taking his hand in hers to press them against her belly where their child grew.
With her hand covering his, he placed a kiss on her temple and settled his head against hers while they basked in the contented feeling of being together again.
AN- So as you are all most likely aware this will not be the final chapter. There are still some loose ends to wrap up but my muse had other kinky as fuck plans and you got these feels followed by all ill-placed smut. To be fair, if I was Emma in that situation, I would fuck him too. I feel like I needed to reiterate the part that he is still a pirate and he isn't planning on changing that. I did that with the sex and I expect no compliants about it. This was straight up smut and I'm not even sorry for the unplanned turn of events.
I really want you guys to experience the confrontation with her father and really reflect on everything that has happened because there is a lot to unload with this family. So I will be exploring that in the next chapter (if it is the last chapter before the epilogue because I might squeeze in one more). Why am I so unsuccessful at going into things expecting them to be short? They never are.
I now feel super bad for making you guys wait for the next one to get that wrap up because there is so much left of it especially where Emma and Killian stand with one another. They haven't really talked about it. So if you can bear it, you'll have to wait for the next chapter. Let this moment of peace tide you over until I have time to write it. Love you all to the moon and back!