Author's note: With the Jolly Roger's return, I thought it might be time for some Jolly Roger smut! Set at the very end of season 4, so spoilers? Nothing too detailed, just general ideas. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: HA!

Yo Ho Ho

No one noticed when they slipped out of the party.

Unlike the last one, Emma didn't feel much like celebrating. Her walk on the wild side still left her a bit unsettled and she was still upset at her parents. She now understood why they'd done what they did, but it was the lying and secrets that still stung. The loft was the last place she wanted to be.

The only time she really felt like herself was when Killian looked at her. Even at her worst he stayed by her, still loved her, still saw her as his happy ending. She couldn't thank him enough for that. Now that she and Regina had put things right (backed up by Henry, Robin and Killian, bless them), Emma just wanted to retreat into his arms and rest.

And maybe a few other things they'd put off for far too long.

"Tired, love?" Killian asked, squeezing her hand.

"A little. Who knew that thwarting Authors could be so exhausting?"

Killian grinned. "You were bloody magnificent."

She nudged him with her shoulder. "You weren't so bad yourself. You've been holding out on me."

"How do you mean?"

"The sword. Remember Lake Nostos?"

"Swan, did you really think you could best a centuries old pirate at swordplay?"

"You let me win," she accused.

"I...may have allowed myself to be distracted," he admitted.

When it came to her, it seemed that he'd always been a softie. Like when she encountered his past self, she saw nothing of the danger Killian had warned her about. He'd been completely enamored with her. And if Emma was being completely honest with herself, she'd been a little taken with him too. Which made sense. Because Killian was both. He was Killian Jones and Captain Hook. Hero and pirate. As their recent adventure reminded her.

"Pirate had a back up plan?"

"Indeed."

"Resourceful. I like it."

"A trait we share, love. Thank the gods."

"Did get a bit hairy back there, huh?"

He laughed hollowly. "A bit. Perhaps we should take more care in the future."

"I thought you liked danger?"

"I've lived with it for many years, Swan. And there's a rush, I'll not deny. But I'd rather keep you safe."

"Safe might be hard to come by in this town." The cool sea breeze blew her hair back from her face; the Jolly Roger loomed as they walked along the dock.

"Don't I know it."

"Still think this is your happy ending?" She was trying to be flip, but she held her breath all the same.

"My happy ending is wherever you are. Just took a bloody long time to find you."

How was she supposed to react when he said things like that? She'd been made so many promises. All of them broken. Except those made by this man. She loved him, she knew that. She still hadn't said it. But he knew. Surely, he knew.

"Emma?"

"Yeah?"

"You looked far away for a moment. Everything okay?"

She smiled. "Yeah. I'm good. Better than, actually. You got any liquor on this boat?"

Killian rolled his eyes. "Ship, love. She's a ship, not a boat. As to the other, I'm mildly insulted that you had to ask." He led them up the gangplank, leaving Emma on the deck while he fetched his rum. Emma walked over the rail, running her hand over the wood. Killian loved this ship so much; she was happy that he had it back. It just hadn't seemed right for Captain Hook to be without his ship. Especially since he'd traded it to get back to her.

"You'd make a lovely first mate," Killian said quietly, cutting across her thoughts.

She turned, a blush creeping up her neck. "It would be kinda nice to go sailing without all the mermaids and danger."

"I think we could arrange that."

"Don't you need a crew?" She walked over to him, helping him lay out a blanket. They settled onto it, Killian pulling out the stopper on the rum bottle with his teeth.

"Ah, the Jolly's special, Swan. I managed to outrun the curse by meself, remember?"

She took a swig on the bottle. "How did you do that? I wasn't really paying attention when we sailed her back here from New York."

"You mean when you stole my ship?" Killian laughed and Emma poked him playfully. "The Jolly's built from enchanted wood, love."

"Enchanted? Like the wardrobe that brought me here?"

"Aye. It's what makes her the fastest ship in all the realms. Well, that and her captain."

"So modest, Captain."

"I did tell you once that I was a hell of a Captain."

She handed him back the bottle. "I know." She kissed his cheek and laid her head on his shoulder. His hooked arm curled around her waist; she leaned on him. It was a relief to just relax, no villains, no expectations, no concerned family members. Just Killian and Emma, enjoying a quiet moment.

They stayed that way for a long time, sharing the rum, feeling the alcohol burn deliciously down her throat. It had been a long time since she could let her guard down enough to get good and tipsy, laugh at Killian's adventures. At some point they found themselves laying on the blanket, staring up at the stars. Even before Killian got his ship back, he'd been studying this realm's stars, trying to acclimate to his new home. She loved him for it, even if she felt a bit guilty. He'd given up so much to be with her; it was staggering.

"Are they different?" Emma asked. "The stars in the Enchanted Forest?"

"Aye. And the ones in Neverland. Most every world, I'd imagine."

"How many have you been to?"

"Far more than I ever expected as a young officer, love."

He was evading her question a little, but she didn't mind. He'd tell her when he was ready. "I've been to three now and I still have a hard time believing it."

"It gets easier." He took another long pull from the bottle; it was nearly empty. Emma still only felt pleasantly buzzed, warm both from the the rum and Killian.

It was hard to make out his expression in the faint moonlight, but he sounded wistful. Emma propped her head in her hand, the other splayed over his chest. "Thank you," she said softly.

"For what, darling?"

Her fingers curled around the charms of his necklace. "Everything." She hoped that one word could convey what he meant to her. She couldn't really describe it; he just made her happy. But that sounded corny, even in her own head. She'd never say it out loud. But she could show him.

Maybe it was time she did.

Emma tugged on his necklace; he turned to face her and she brushed his mouth with hers. He started to speak, but Emma shook her head, kissing him again, more firmly. Killian groaned softly, his hand sliding under her jacket, pulling her toward him. They wound up with her half on top of him, his hook under her jacket and his hand in her hair. She clung to his collar, kissing him with more passion. She felt the same thrum she'd felt in Neverland, in the Enchanted Forest. No matter where they were (or who they were) it was always there, teasing them, testing their resolve. They'd had very good reasons for waiting, but now none of them seemed to matter. They'd faced down every test and passed. Emma wanted this with him; she loved him.

"Swan," Killian panted, when they had to break for air. "Emma."

He sounded as wrecked as she felt. "I'm sure," she replied, finding his hand and squeezing.

His eyes fluttered closed for only a brief moment, then he rolled them over again, pinning Emma to the deck. His lips attacked her throat, scruff scraping her skin. Her breathing hitched when his hand found her breast, kneading it through the fabric of her sweater. They'd fooled around some, brief moments snatched around town, but it had never felt like this. Maybe it was because she knew they wouldn't be interrupted. Maybe it was the rum.

Or perhaps it was the thick hard bulge she felt grinding into her core.

"Killian," she whispered. They needed to move before things got too out of hand. "Captain's quarters."

He groaned, but nodded. "Aye." They left the blanket and the rum; Killian helped her up and hustled them off to his quarter's. Emma felt a shiver go down her spine, remembering the last time she'd been there with a very amorous (and slightly tipsy) Killian Jones.

He'd hardly gotten down the ladder before fusing his lips to hers again, plundering her mouth, pulling her flush against his body. Emma could hear his heart beating frantically; she felt it under her palm. Emma pushed his jacket off, mildly frustrated that he was wearing so many layers. Killian backed her into one of the cupboards, trapping her again.

"I've dreamt about this for so long," he said, kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"I'm right here," she assured him. "No dream." She shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it to the floor. She gave him a little push; she needed the space. Not because she didn't want him, but to strip. The soft glow of the oil lamp illuminated her skin as she peeled off her sweater; Killian's Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes drank her in. She shimmied out of her tight pants and boots, leaving her in only her red matching panties and bra. (She may or may not have gone on a shopping spree during their six weeks of peace. It didn't hurt to be prepared.)

"You are...bloody hell, Swan." He reached out reverently, his good hand skimming over her stomach.

"You planning on joining me or what?" she asked, trying not to feel self conscious. There was no reason to, not when he looked at her like that.

"I thought perhaps the princess would like the honor?"

Emma bit her lip and nodded. She lost count of how many times she'd imagined what he looked like under all those clothes. She leaned up on her toes and kissed him, occupying him while she worked the buttons of his vest. His arms came around her, the warmth of his hand contrasted by the coolness of the metal. It was different, but she liked it. She'd had fantasies about him touching her with that damn hook; there was just something undeniably sexy about it.

His shirt was a bit trickier—nearly tore it trying to get it off—but it was worth it. She knew he'd be hairy, coarse black hair covering his pecs, a trail that disappeared inside his trousers. Emma swallowed, her thighs rubbing together. She touched him almost shyly, getting used to the way the muscles played under his skin. She licked the hollow of his throat, mouth moving lower and lower. She could feel Killian's growl under her lips. His own hand slid to her ass, squeezing roughly.

"Bloody tease," he groused, breath hitching in his throat.

"No, this is teasing," she shot back, her hand palming his very prominent erection through his pants. She wasn't gentle, suspecting rightly that he liked things a little rough. She did too.

"Fuck," he cursed, driving his hips into her touch.

Emma dragged his mouth back to hers, kissing him hard. Her hands worked his pants open, shoving them down his hips. She groaned when she realized he was commando under those tight pants. "Damn."

"Love?"

She sucked on his bottom lip. "Nevermind."

He growled in response, arms tightening around her waist. She squeaked when he picked her up and deposited her on his desk. His hook knocked over a bunch of books and papers and who knows what else as he covered her with his body. Emma giggled, running her fingers through his hair as his lips and scruff slid down her chest.

"What is this bloody corset?" Killian muttered, hand tugging on the strap of her bra.

"Trouble, Captain?"

He growled, his dark blue eyes searing her. She shivered, licking her lips. "Here," she said, arching her back. She reached under her and flicked open her bra, sliding it off and tossing it aside.

"Bloody gorgeous," he murmured. The look in his eyes reminded her so much of when she went up to his past self in that tavern; he was mesmerized by her. It was intoxicating. Then his mouth closed over her pert nipple and she keened, a long loud moan tearing from her throat.

Emma hitched her leg over his hip, trying to rock into him, the ache nearly painful. It had been a long time for her and she'd fantasied about this for longer than she'd care to admit. "Killian..."

"I've waited too long for you, love." He kissed down her stomach, his hand and hook snagging the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down her legs, a dark smirk on his lips. Emma sucked in a breath, her heart racing just a little bit faster. He pulled over his desk chair and plopped down on it. He pulled her down to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs. Emma propped herself up in her elbows, watching him. He kissed the inside of her thighs; she squirmed.

His hand touched her bare flesh; he stared hungrily, almost as if he'd never seen one before. It occurred to her that perhaps he hadn't. What were grooming standards in the Enchanted Forest? She never got to ask because he dove in, licking a stripe across her sopping flesh.

"Oh fuck," she hissed. Killian hummed against her skin, a chuckle deep in his throat. He didn't let up, his mouth working her, sucking her clit, tapping it with his tongue. Emma bucked her hips; he held her down with his hooked arm. Nonsense tumbled from her lips, short pants and cries, her stomach trembling hard, her release so fucking close.

His teeth scraped over her clit and she shouted, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of color, stars popping behind her eyes.

She fell back against the desk, breathing hard, skin buzzing. "Holy shit."

"Still with me, Swan?" Killian kissed and licked his way back up her stomach; Emma shivered, feeling him, hard and heavy against her thigh.

"Yeah," she sighed. He grinned smugly, a bit of her arousal sticking to his chin. She pulled him up to her, kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue. "Two seconds." She didn't want to ruin the moment, but they hadn't really had the sex talk yet. After. Because this would not be a one time thing. Gently, Emma pushed him up and reached down for the drawer in the desk. Killian cocked a brow at her—far sexier than anyone had any right to be, damn it—while she plucked one of the condoms she'd hidden in his desk, not long after the Jolly returned. (She had some stashed in her car too.)

Her fingers shook a little as she tore open the pack, reaching down to stoke him. His question died, a groan on his lips. "Bloody hell," he breathed.

"Just for tonight," she murmured, kissing his shoulder. She was already on birth control (again prepared), but this first time she wanted to be extra careful. She slid the condom on him, rolling it down to the base. She saw a flicker of recognition on his face (did they have some equivalent in the Enchanted Forest? More questions...), then his mouth was on hers. She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up over his arms and shoulders.

He sucked on her tongue, cock nudging her entrance. "Last chance, love."

"Don't you dare," she warned. He wasn't the only one who waited a long time for this. "Take me, pirate."

His hooked arm slid around her waist, yanking her toward him. He kissed her deeply as he pushed inside her. Emma keened, nails digging into his skin. He was big, thick; she had to stretch to accommodate him. They both moaned loudly when he was fully seated, pausing so she could adjust.

"Oh my god." Her head fell against his shoulder; she shuddered. "Oh my god."

"Fucking hell." He still wasn't moving, teeth biting his lip. "Emma."

She nodded, kissing his collarbone. "Move."

He hitched her leg higher on his hip, then he was moving, long deep strokes that she rattled her bones. He drove into her, mouth on her skin, hand and hook on her hips. Emma let out a string of curses; it was so good, the way he filled her up, made her feel whole. Her back arched; Killian's mouth dropped to her breast, suckling and biting. They fell back against the desk, Killian moving faster and faster, strokes becoming rougher, more erratic.

"Yes!" Emma cried. He hit her spot quite by accident, but she didn't dare complain. She trembled hard, clawing at his back. "Oh fuck, right there. Don't stop."

Killian hissed and growled deep in his throat. He bent her leg almost all way back to her chest, over his shoulder. He bottomed out inside her and they both cried out. Emma's eyes screwed shut as she screamed his name, her second climax ripping through her. Killian buried his head in her neck as he followed, hips jerking wildly. Emma practically melted back into the desk, feeling completely boneless and sated. She made a small whine of protest when he pulled away; her eyes opened in time to see him trashing the condom.

"Alright there, love?"

"Mhmm."

He smiled, looking at her with a mixture of love and awe. He kissed the back of her hand, then moved to his bunk, pulling down the covers. "Let's get you to bed." Emma scooted to the edge of the desk, hopping off. She wobbled a bit, but Killian caught her. He let her climb in first; she lay on her side, leaving some room for him in the small bunk.

"Hey."

"Hey." Killian pulled the blanket over them with his hook, then removed it, tossing it onto the desk with a clunk. "How do you feel?"

She moved closer to his warmth; now that she knew what it felt like to be with him, she craved him. "I'm good."

"Just good?" he asked with a sardonic twitch of his lips.

"Very good?"

His stump rested on her hip. "That's a bit better."

"Fishing for compliments, Captain?" she teased.

"One likes to know he pleased his lover."

She blushed in spite of herself. They were lovers now, weren't they? "Very pleased," she admitted. "Worth the wait."

"Aye." He kissed her briefly, his eyes soft. "Will you stay?"

Emma nodded. She couldn't deal with her family right now, not when she was in such a happy bubble. "Might wind up bunking here...if you don't mind. For a little while."

"You're welcome anytime, Swan."

"I'm gonna start looking for my own place. Seriously," she said, when he laughed. "I can't keep living with my parents. Not now. And there's Henry to consider."

Killian nodded. "You and the lad may stay here as long as you wish."

"Thanks." Henry would probably stay with Regina, but it was nice to know that her son was welcome. But Killian loved Henry too; she could see it whenever they spent time together.

She snuggled close to him, letting the gentle sway of the ship lull her to sleep. Killian watched her for long time, still wondering how on earth he'd gotten so very, very lucky.