Making a House a Home
CS Genre: Canon divergence (6x1)
They were kissing again before Emma even finished poofing them back to her living room, mouths desperately fusing and parting, heads tilting this way and that, seeking the perfect union. Emma held to Killian's lapels so tightly her knuckles turned white as he dove in for another round, head tilted to the perfect angle, his tongue darting forward, alternately teasing and tangling with hers, slowly driving her mad. Things were heading in a very tantalizing direction, and Emma was afraid she'd self-combust if anything happened to stop them now.
Emma felt the arm of the sofa at the back of her legs, and she let herself sink down, Killian following. Good thing too. He kept kissing her like that, her legs were going to turn to complete jelly.
Still…probably best to take all necessary precautions before she and her True Love found themselves in a very embarrassing situation…
"Oh wait!" she said, her voice breathy and urgent, "what about Henry?"
Killian grinned down at her. "He's with Regina."
"Good."
He barely let her finish the word before his mouth was upon hers again, the tender assault making her head spin in the most delicious way. Emma let herself fall back until she was lying on the sofa, never letting go of Killian (She'd never let him go again. Never! His death…leaving him in the Underworld…nearly killed her.)
It was tempting to give herself up to the feelings overcoming her, but before she did… "What about my parents?"
The grin he gave her was so eager, so joyous, she felt her heart turn over in her chest. "They have no interest in walking in on this, believe me."
He had a point. Her parents weren't stupid; they had to have an idea what Emma had planned when she poofed her boyfriend back to her home after getting him back from literal death. Chances were, they—especially her dad—would be giving her house a wide berth until Emma specifically invited them over, signaling that the proverbial coast was clear.
Killian surged forward, fusing their mouths once again, setting one leg in between hers. Emma gave herself up to the feel, the taste, the overwhelming need of him, her hand caressing down his back, to his well-toned, jeans-clad…ahem…pirate booty.
And all of a sudden it occurred to her that they were both wearing far, far too many clothes. Bringing her hands up, she tugged at her jacket, needing to remedy the situation, but they were so close, him lying on top of her, pinning her to the couch, the unwanted garment wouldn't budge.
Mouths still connected, Emma murmured "My red leather jacket…"
"No, it's fine," he continued still very much focused on caressing her lips with his own
"Really?"
"Yeah, I like the red leather jacket."
And with that, Emma's last defense fell, pulling him back in toward her, she set out to show him that she wanted him—needed him—as much as he very obviously needed her. As their kisses deepened, as their caresses became more desperate, as garments were hastily discarded and newly revealed skin explored, Emma felt a wave of love, of happiness, of relief crash over her, drown her.
She knew it was only a matter of time before everything hit her—how very close she'd come to losing him forever, how they'd only had a matter of hours together after his resurrection before they were separated again, how a part of her was still terrified this was all a dream and she'd wake up to find him still dead and gone. There was no doubt about it, she—both of them—had a fair bit of healing to do, but for right now, for this moment, it didn't matter.
They were alive, they were together, they shared a True Love so strong Zeus himself had changed the laws of nature to make sure they ended up together. She loved Killian so much she nearly ached with it and for this one night at least, she was determined she was going to focus entirely on the depth of her love, of her all-consuming joy.
As Killian slowed down, kissing, caressing, worshiping her, Emma knew she'd never experienced anything like this before. She was no virgin, obviously, but as the shadows lengthened and they moved from the couch up to the bedroom, Emma realized this was, in a way her first time. She'd had sex, but she'd never made love. Not like this, never like this. She'd chalk it up to Killian's 300 years of experience, but she knew it was more than that. This time she—both of them—were completely open to each other, no walls, no barriers, no distance between them. Wrapped in their cocoon of True Love, they let their bodies speak a language deeper, more profound than words ever could.
It was cliché as hell, of course, but it was like the part of her she'd been missing all her life finally clicked into place.
How had they waited so long to take this step in their relationship? How had she lived 30 years of life not even knowing this heaven existed? He was intoxicating, addicting, she'd never get enough of him, of his loving.
Well, it didn't matter why it had taken so long to get to this point. They were here, together now, and if she had her way they wouldn't leave this bedroom for a month.
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A long time later, Killian fell back against the pillow, exhausted and utterly sated. Emma curled up next to him, her head on her shoulder, her hand on his chest, softly caressing. Killian held her to him, his hand idly playing with her hair. Turning slightly, he kissed her forehead, and she responded with a quick kiss to his chest.
"That was…" Emma began.
Killian groaned. "If you say 'a one-time thing', love, I fear I'll perish."
She chuckled softly, her gently breath fanning across his chest. "Yeah, I think you've died more than enough for one lifetime. And don't worry. That was absolutely not a one-time thing. That is a thing that will be repeated about a million times over if I have any say in it."
Killian grinned. "You have every say in it Swan, and it will be my very great pleasure to manfully grant this wish of yours to the best of my abilities."
"No worries there," Emma said. "Let me tell you, there's not a chance I'll ever complain about your abilities."
"What is this, Swan?" Killian said with a grin, "stroking my ego, are you?"
She shrugged. "Well, since I've been stroking just about everything else…"
Killian growled, leaning down to kiss her deep and hard once again. "Minx."
"Your minx."
"Aye," he said, settling in once more to hold this woman he loved more than life. He doubted there was a happier man in any realm right at this moment.
They fell silent for long moments, and Killian was convinced his lady love had drifted off…until he heard a distinct sniff, and felt a sudden wetness on his chest where she rested her head.
"Swan?" he asked, pulling back so that he could see her face; she merely burrowed further into him, and Killian's brow furrowed. "Love, what troubles you?"
"It's nothing…" she demurred.
Killian gently raised her chin with one finger, eager to see her face, even more eager to fix whatever was bothering her. "Nonsense," he said. "I know you Swan; I know you as well as you know yourself. It's quite useless to hide things from me, you know."
Emma chuckled, and then reached up to swipe at her damp cheeks. "You're ridiculous."
"Perhaps, but you love me still," he said. She chuckled again, and then sighed. Killian sobered. "Please, love. Let me in. What troubles you?"
"I…" she began, turning tragic eyes up toward him. "I almost lost you. I did lose you. It hurt like hell, and I don't know how I ever would have recovered."
Killian felt his heart break for her…for himself…for them…as images, memories of the last few agonizing months passed through his mind. "Aye," he said thickly. "We've been through hell—literally and figuratively, and it would be futile to dismiss the pain of the experience, but Emma, we've survived, and now we can begin the long road of healing. Together."
Emma gave him a watery smile before reaching up to cup his face and then kissing him long, slow and deep. When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against his. "There's not a thing we can't do together; I know that."
"And if even death can't keep me from you, love," Killian said, "you needn't fear that we will be separated again, although I wouldn't be averse to a time of peace in which monsters and villains cease trying."
Emma laughed, propping herself on her elbow. "No complaints from me, but Killian…um…there was one other thing I wanted to talk to you about."
He heard the trepidation in her voice. "You can discuss anything with me, Swan. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah," she said before glancing away. She took a deep breath, appearing to gather her courage, and finally she met his eyes. "Killian, move in with me."
He took in a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Pardon, love?"
She shrugged. "I mean, we're True Love, and we've already lost so much time with each other. I don't want to waste another second with you; who knows when the next villain will roll into town and try to tear us apart?. And besides, this house is really as much your home as mine. You and Henry were the ones to pick it out. Please, I don't want to have to say goodbye at the end of the night anymore. Will you move in with me?"
Killian surged forward and kissed her, letting every ounce of love he felt flow through the embrace. When he pulled back, he smiled. "I'd like nothing better than to move in with you, love. Now, I believe you made me a promise in the Underworld. You promised me you'd sleep for a week when we returned. What say we begin fulfilling that promise?"
Emma yawned. "You'll be here when I wake up?"
"There's not a place in any realm I'd rather be. I'm home."
Notes:
-So this was obviously a "what could have been" story about 6x1. My premise was "What might have happened if Hyde and the Land of Untold Stories folks had waited a week or so before Crashing Storybrooke?"
-This was supposed to be a silly little story about Emma and Killian telling their family about passing the TL test down in the Underworld, but then coffee time happened, and it kind of took over. And then, the afterglow seemed the perfect time for Emma to ask Killian to move in, so there you have it.
-Up next: I might as well continue this story and actually write what I intended to. A week or so after the events of this story, Emma and Killian have a housewarming party with their family and closest friends, and they tell their story about the True Love test.