A/N: Hello all, here is the second chapter. It's not super lengthy, but it felt important to me to include just how Killian and Emma and Hook celebrated overcoming his poisoned heart. Can you guess? A little angst, some smut, and a whole lotta love.

Haunting flashes of losing him – of somehow losing them both – echoed up from the dark corners of Emma's mind and through her fingertips, her nails digging into Killian as she rocked on his lap, soothing herself with the feel of him here and now, beneath her – safe and alive, half of her own heart beating in his chest, tying them together.

Killian could sense her slipping back into fear that they'd all shared, standing on the precipice of something that had never been attempted before, uncertain of where it would leave them as a family. He wrapped his arm more tightly around her, holding her close as she moved above him, anchoring her.

It had been desperate, their last time coming together before they stood as one and shared their hearts, pleading touches and hard, fearful kisses that left impressions on delicate skin, ecstasy given and crested and washing over them in a wave of rightness and tears that wouldn't stop falling – and it was no less desperate now, though different, the desperation of three people who loved one another, who knew they would never be separated again – not even for a breath.

Pushing his weight forward, Killian brought both he and Emma to the softness of the bed, the warmth against his back gone only for a moment before Hook was once again pressed deliciously against him, his lips trailing down his back and rough legs framing his thighs.

"Come for me, love," Killian murmured over her, his aching shaft finding her slick heat once more as she lifted her hips and he pressed into her, holding her steady in the crook of his arm as she began to tremble around him, every emotion they'd been crushed beneath riding the edge of her orgasm.

Hook savored the way Killian's muscles flexed and pulled as he buried himself in Emma over and over, his own desperate need pressing against the cage of his body as insistently as Killian's heart was beating against his ribs. He laid his mouth to the sweat-slicked skin of his lover, his cock straining to the sounds Emma made as her release broke free, her legs dragging along the both of them as she fell.

It was too much, and more than any of them could bear, to be apart right now, to not feel one another hot and alive and with beating hearts pressed together.

The world seemed distant and unreal, everything outside of their sanctuary hazy and unimportant as they mapped one another, Emma pushing upward and separating them, kneeling to take Killian in her mouth and taste her sweet arousal on his flesh, pink lips circling him as Hook leaned forward and claimed his mouth, savoring the taste of his twin, lingering traces of Emma's heat, and the salt from their skin.

Killian growled into his mouth, nipping at his tongue and twisting the both of them closer together, his arm circling his body and promising more. Hook moaned as Emma popped free with a heady gasp for air, rising to meet them, her hands finding every hard edge that needed attention, her tongue and teeth teasing the reddened shell of Killian's ear as she guided them together, encouraging them to seek their pleasure with one another.

Both were eager to please.

Like a still sea that held torturous currents beneath, Killian surged forward, molding his body to Hook's, his hand and wrist keeping him close as he trailed rough bites from the edge of his mouth down his jaw, bending to taste the damp skin of his neck before burying his head against him and rutting their cocks together.

Hook's fingers were too needy, digging too tightly into Killian's back as they clung to one another, his breaths short and desperate as their bodies rolled together, Killian's lips whispering against his neck.

"I'm here, I'm right here..."

Words caught in Hook's throat, mangled by the unvoiced sob that nearly choked him. He swallowed, nodding his head and loosening his biting grip – though he would never let him go, would never have to. The brush of Emma's hands, cool and smooth along his back, was a soothing balm, and he let himself relax slightly into her presence, her lips echoing Killian's and drawing the remnants of fear from his very skin.

"Here," she murmured, her fingers dragging along his ribs, muscles quivering beneath her touch as she marked scars from long ago with her kisses, "we're together, safe..."

Hook let out a heavy breath as she pressed closer, a hand looping around his chest to rest against where Killian's heart was beating safely in his chest. Over his shoulder, Killian's eyes met Emma's, both of them basking in that primal understanding that came with sharing a heart, the rhythm of their bodies one.

The world shifted as they moved, the three of them together, Emma's eyes wild and hungry as she darted forward to claim Killian's mouth with her own, Hook sliding down onto the bed between them to drag his lips over the hard planes of his twin's stomach, reveling in the way his hand wound itself possessively in his hair, guiding him lower until his teeth were nipping at the sensitive flesh along his hip bone, stubbled cheek bumping against his hard length bobbing between them.

Killian groaned into Emma's mouth as Hook ceased his teasing and grasped him firmly in hand, stroking him as only he knew how to do, his breath hot and ragged against his flesh, lips moist and wanting. Abandoning him to the sweet torture of Hook's mouth, Emma drew back, shifting down the bed until she could reach where Hook's hips were twisted in the sheets, his own cock hard and weeping. She stretched herself out, fingers cupping the weight of his balls as she drew his length up and bit her lip, a sharp pang of want rolling through her as she grasped his shaft and rolled the skin up and over the edge of his head, each ridge and vein that moved beneath her palm making her wetter at the thought of having them inside of her.

Hook shuddered, his mouth gasping around Killian's girth as Emma finally took him in her mouth. He shifted his hips so she could get a better angle, her sounds intoxicating as she wasted no time burying him tightly against the entrance to her throat, her fingers coaxing the beginnings of another orgasm from her body with a wet desperation that left both of her pirates eager to lose themselves in one another.

It wasn't long before the sheets were being torn from between them, untwisted from their bodies and thrown aside as they fought each other with a unquenchable need, bodies rolling over one another as they traded where they sought their pleasure, no inch of skin left untouched as they finally came together in a clash of desperation that mirrored all of the fear and hope they'd been drowning in as Killian's life hung in the balance of the unknown.

But he'd survived, they'd survived.

Emma's pleas for more were lost in a broken spiral of moans as Hook stretched and filled her, his thickness caught against that spot inside of her that made her body taut and electric, his motions a soft echo of the way Killian moved over him, face frozen in rapture as he gripped Hook's hips and thrust deeply, losing himself in the tight grip of the other man's body. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she whispered words that were not into his mouth, stroking the fringe of silver-black hair that fell between them as he hovered over her, all of their bodies slick and connected in every way that mattered.

She stretched her legs, writhing against the sheets and dragging her toes along Hook's back before sweeping them down to rest against where Killian's thighs were moving powerfully against him, needing to touch and feel both of the men she loved, losing herself in the way Hook panted his pleasure against her lips, the way Killian let himself just be, loving them both, needing them both.

She felt that tension in her building, the slow rock of Hook's body into hers making it spiral and pulse and threaten to explode, and then Killian was groaning in his release, his thrusts slowing and stilling as he threw his head back, the sharp angle of his jaw catching the light as a tortured sound rumbled in his throat. Hook moaned and shuddered, his body arching as he pressed back into Killian, shifting within Emma just enough that the tight cord within her snapped as his thickness rocked against her once more. Her own hips left the bed as she anchored herself more firmly against him and let her orgasm wash over her, leaving her on a silent gasp as Hook throbbed and spilled himself within her, the warmth of his release drawing small whimpers from her lips.

Time may have stopped entirely for all they knew, the night dragging on until they were nothing more than a tangle of limbs on sheets bathed in moonlight, eyes soft and heavy as they slept, hands and fingers wrapped woven together of hearts that breathed as one.