Author's note: Another holiday smut challenge! This one is a prompt requesting a Killian/Emma/Hook threesome, so if that's not your thing, move along. 10,000 words of almost pure smut, but some feels too. I hope you like it!
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Something I Need
She didn't know why this was a good idea. Given more time to consider it, this might have been the worst idea she'd ever had? But everything happened so fast, the Evil Queen was too damn fast for her, and now she had to deal with the consequences. One Killian Jones was quite enough for the world, but now she had two. Somehow, some way, the Evil Queen managed to replicate Jekyll's formula – not just replicate, but make it even more potent, airborne, and Killian had stepped in front of her before Emma could react. Once again, he'd taken a hit meant for her. She was so angry – at the Queen, at Killian, at herself – it took all of her focus to grab both Hooks by the hand (or hook) and poof them to the first place she could think of.
The Jolly Roger.
Belle was staying at their house, so Emma didn't have to worry about disturbing her. As the trio stood on the deck looking at each other in stupefied silence, Emma clenched her fists in frustration. "Can you get us underway?"
"Which one?"
She huffed. "Either, both, I don't care. Just get us away from this dock. The last thing this town needs is two Captain Hooks causing trouble!" She wasn't sure what this new and improved serum would do to the man she loved; he worked so hard to cope with the darkness she knew lay in his soul. Liam had warned her in the Underworld, but Emma was never under any illusions. She knew exactly who her pirate was, the terrible things he'd done, but she loved him anyway. He had darkness, yes, but so did she. He believed she was pure light, but Emma knew better.
Both started to argue, but she just held up her hand and shook her head. "Just get us out of here." With that she spun on her heel and headed down into the bowels of the ship. She needed a few moments alone.
"A bit prickly?" Hook asked, leering at Emma as she walked away.
"Stuff it," Killian muttered, marching purposely across the deck to untie the ship. He knew his ship better than he knew himself; if Emma wanted them far from Storybrooke, he wasn't sure he could blame her. The other man made him a tad uncomfortable, his darkest impulses concentrated in a single vessel. For all that, he couldn't regret his actions. He saved Emma from Darkness once, he would do it all over again, a thousand times.
"Try to look on the bright side, Jones," Hook said merrily, hand on his belt. "Now we'll have her all to ourselves."
Killian's temper flared and he rounded on his twin. "You so much as lay a finger on her…"
"You'll what? You forget, Killian, I am you. Tell me that you haven't been dying to get that lovely lass all alone and ruin her."
Killian ground his teeth, his jaw clenching. He hated everything this man represented, the revenge, the anger, the needless death. But most of all, he hated that he was right. As much as he loved the white picket fence they were building together, he would love nothing better than to have Emma all to himself, just for a little while.
With everything they'd been through, hadn't they earned some time alone? Time to thoroughly explore each other and indulge in life's more sinful pleasures? They were constantly being called into action, to save this miserable town from itself. It was the life he signed on for, but that didn't mean he enjoyed everything about it.
Angry with himself, Killian pushed past the other man, intent on getting to the helm. This was still his ship and gods bless her, she obeyed him. The sails shook out and a gust of wind came in from the west to help push them out into the bay. The wind tossed his fringe, but he ignored it, the sea air soothing his swirling emotions. Unfortunately, when he looked for his double, Hook was gone.
Hook leaned against the doorjamb of the crew quarters, shamelessly staring at his Swan as she used the steel bar to pull herself up over and over. Physical exertion was her coping mechanism when she was unsettled, as he well knew. Even separated from his more heroic half, he was drawn to this woman, still loved her, even as he wanted to make her beg for him.
Of course, if she wished to turn the tables, he was okay with that too.
Emma could feel the eyes on her, but she kept going. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid. Afraid of which Killian was behind her. She could feel the ship moving, gently swaying as she cut through the waves, so one of them had heeded her. She should have known they wouldn't be able to play nice, even long enough to get them out of trouble.
She needed to find a way to reverse this before she did something she regretted.
"I can think of another way to exert yourself, love."
Emma jumped down, her boots hitting the ancient wood. The subsequent jolt up her legs helped her shake the sound of the sex that dripped from his tone. "What is it about evil that makes you think about sex?"
Hook stepped deeper into the room, knowing she was deflecting. "Says the woman who shoved her tongue down my throat when she was the Dark Swan."
She scowled, arms crossed over her chest. "That was different."
"Was it? I seem to remember you quite blatantly trying to seduce me, love."
"That wasn't you, I was trying to save Killian!"
"Ah, but I am Killian. I'm the same man, Swan. You know it as well as I do. You know me, just as well as you know him." He nodded up toward the deck. "You know I'm right."
She groaned inwardly; he was right. Hadn't she just been contemplating her lover's darkness? Wasn't it one of the reasons she loved him so much, because he fought it every day, just for her sake? The man across from her looked like Killian when she first met him, only the vest was different. Long leather coat, check. Tight leather pants that showed off his considerable assets, check. Blood red vest that highlighted his amazing chest hair, check. If there was one thing she didn't like about her Killian's modern look, it was the hidden chest hair. Whenever she undressed him, she relished peeling away the layers to reveal his strong toned chest.
She shook her head, furious with herself again. Yes, the man was walking sex, but she needed a clear head. It was so much easier to ignore how sexy he was when she wasn't in love with him. "Doesn't matter, we need to fix this. The Evil Queen just did this to mess with me!"
"Actually, I believe she meant to do this to you, Swan. Separate the Savior from you."
"And you just had to step in front of me."
"Did I?"
Emma gave him a slow smile, seeing an opportunity to turn the tables on this man who knew all too well how to push her buttons. "You said it yourself. You and Killian are the same. You wanted to protect me, you always do."
He kept his face impassive, but stepped closer, so that they were finally in each other's space. "If that were true, then what I am doing down here when my good half is up on deck?"
"You're still you, Hook. You came to check on me. You can throw all the innuendoes you want, I know you. And you would never hurt me."
He snarled, frustrated. Being this close to her, inhaling her sweet sunflower scent was driving him crazy. He advanced, forcing her to back up, looming over her, trapping her head between his arms, his hook scraping over the ancient wood. "I told you once that you didn't know the pirate," he warned.
"You were wrong then, and you're wrong now." Instinctively, her tongue darted out to wet her lips; she saw his eyes drop to her lips. He was so close, so warm and inviting, it took all of her willpower not to give in and just kiss him to shut him up. Her eyes searched his, looking for the man she knew, the blue depths were stormy, frustration and lust burning there, but she could see the love too, the love that even Killian's darkest self had for her.
The ship jerked a bit under them, the clank of the anchor chain echoed in the room and Emma used it as a distraction to get away. She ducked under his arm and raced for the ladder to take her up. A bit cowardly, perhaps, but she only had so much will. Unbidden, that night in the past came back to her, the brief moment when she had the pirate and Killian in the same room and she flushed. If she wasn't careful, this thing with the three of them could go very sideways, very fast.
A dark hidden part of her wondered if that was a bad thing.
Killian found the Captain's quarters empty, Belle's possessions still scattered around the place. He was about to go search the rest of the ship for Emma when she came through the side door. "Love, are you alright? He didn't hurt you?"
Relief washed through her and she shook her head. "He's you, of course he didn't."
That only made him feel marginally better. "But he rattled you."
Emma looked away, even as she stepped into his arms. Killian didn't hesitate, hugging her close. Having her there settled him, as it always did. "I'm fine."
"Wanker," Killian cursed. "I'm sorry, Swan."
"For what? Saving me again?"
He smiled to himself. "We do seem to be making it a habit, don't we?"
"Yeah." She cupped his cheek, standing up on her toes to gently press her lips to his. Hook had gotten under her skin, she seemed to vibrate with desire, which roared to life the moment she kissed Killian. Her fist curled in his shirt, pulling him closer, chasing his lips even as he tried to pull away.
"Swan?"
"Just kiss me."
He was helpless to resist her, even though he knew it probably wasn't wise. They had a serious problem, but she needed him. He lifted her onto the desk, even as she mewled into his mouth. She nipped at his lower lip, surprising him, but he liked her aggression. His hand sank into her golden tresses, tipping her back as his lips devoured her throat.
"Started without me? That's just bad form."
Killian jerked back; Emma flushed crimson. However, she didn't let Killian get far, taking his hand into hers. "Let's just find a way to fix this, okay?"
"How would you propose we do that? Last I heard, killing the original was the only way to make this," Hook gestured between he and Killian, "go away. I highly doubt we want to take that route?"
"There has to be another way." Emma jumped down from the desk, willing her arousal to calm. It didn't work very well. "Instead of mouthing off, why don't we put our heads together and try to figure this out?"
Hook shrugged and stepped deeper into the room. "As you wish, love."
Emma sucked in a shallow breath; those words reminded her of Neverland, the first time she struggled to fight what she felt for this man. Instead of retorting, she waved her hand, summoning some spell books from the library. "Read."
She and Killian settled on the small bunk, Emma crosslegged, Killian to her right. Hook scowled as he took up a provocative position in the desk chair, his legs open as wide as the leather would allow. "What on earth has the bloody bookworm done to my cabin?"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Oh, for heaven's sake." She waved her hand, magically putting Belle's things into storage and restoring the cabin to the state she remembered. "Better?"
He smiled at her, that happy toothy grin that she loved. "Much, thank you, Swan."
She couldn't help it; she smiled back. Pirate or not, darkness or not, she loved him. Any and all versions of him.
Killian watched them banter, his heart giving a unique painful lurch. As much as he hated to admit it, the man in front of them loved Emma just as much as he did. They were the same man, after all. How could they not? It was just as clear that Emma's love was not diminished, regardless of whatever went on between them below decks. It felt so odd to be jealous of himself; it felt a little unfair. He'd had to work so hard to gain her trust, then earn her love; now she seemed to give it freely to his other half. It was disconcerting to say the least.
Emma could feel the tension in the room; the air seeming to crackle around them. Research should be a fairly innocuous activity, but with the two hottest men she'd ever known in the room with her, it was a trial. After half an hour, she realized she'd read the same passage more than a dozen times and never absorbed a word.
"Ugh," she growled, standing up. She tossed the book onto the desk and stretched, which she quickly realized was a mistake. Two sets of blue eyes followed her every move, especially the way her sweater rode up to expose her midriff.
"Bloody hell, Swan."
Emma's breathing hitched, wood scraping on wood as Hook stood, his own heavy tome laid aside. She froze, eyes wide, as he used his hook to brush her hair back. The burning look was back in his eyes; Emma wished she knew what to do. Lust felt like such a petty emotion to indulge in while Killian was like this, but he was always so overwhelming to her.
"Swan?" Suddenly, Killian was there too, his hand on her waist. "Say something, love."
She looked from one to the other, wishing she had some answers. "Fuck it." She turned to Killian, hand sliding behind his neck and dragging his lips to hers. He growled into her kiss, hand and hook wrapping around her waist. Emma melted into him, sucking hard on his tongue. Even as Killian tried to devour her lips, Hook wasn't idle, his hand squeezing her ass through her tight jeans. She moaned, yet still embarrassed at how much having both of them there turned her on.
"Hmm, like that, do you?" Hook growled, smacking her through the denim.
Emma broke the kiss, panting hard. "We shouldn't…" she hedged, even as she felt herself giving in. "It's not right."
"What's not right?" Hook questioned, his voice low and seductive. "We're the same man, love. You know we are."
Killian could feel the tension in her, the need. He, too, recalled that night in the past, forever curious just how far she would have taken things with the other him, had he not been there. Emma was glorious in her desire; he didn't have it in him to deny her. As long as he got to have her too, he could share. "It's okay, Emma," he said, his voice hoarse. "We'll take care of you."
She nodded hard, relieved and excited at the same time. She kissed Killian quickly, trying to express her thanks for his understanding. She didn't deserve him. When he let her go, she turned, grabbing Hook by his necklace and fusing her lips to his. He grunted in surprise but responded in kind, his hand curling around her spectacular derriere. She grabbed the lapels of his heavy coat, hanging on for dear life. She tasted just as sweet as he remembered, and aggressive too, backing him into the desk.
"Impatient, sweetling?"
Having shed her hesitancy about this, she just wanted. She peeled her sweater off and shoved him up onto the desk, climbing boldly into his lap. "You talk a big game, Captain," she purred. "Maybe it's time to prove it."
His heavy coat was hot and restrictive, but he buried his face in her cleavage, sucking angry red marks into her skin. She moaned in pleasure, fingers diving into his hair, her eyes searching for Killian. He moved around the desk, shedding his thinner and shorter leather jacket. He lit some candles to see her better, the warm glow dancing on her pale skin. Hook yanked down the straps to her bra, his mouth hot on her nipples. Emma gasped, her core pulsing with need. "Oh fuck."
"Soon," Killian murmured. Finally, he was behind her, the metal of his hook tracing the sensual curve of her back. "I hope you can handle it, love. We might be…demanding."
She twisted in Hook's arms, one hand reaching for Killian's head. She kissed him, hot and wet, her hips grinding urgently. "Give me everything," she panted. "I need this. I want this."
Hook groaned deeply, her core hot against his straining trousers. "Bloody hell, love. So fucking responsive."
"Clothes," she complained. "Too many clothes."
Hook reluctantly pushed her off his lap and into his double's arms so he could begin to do something about that. He shucked his coat and boots, fingers plucking impatiently at the buttons of his vest as Emma did the same to Killian. Her bra fell to the floor, his teeth biting down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Emma keened, nearly tearing the silk in her haste to get him naked. She hardly had time to kiss him before Hook was back, spinning her out of Killian's arms and into his own. He was still wearing the puffy shirt; Emma didn't hesitate to slip her hands up underneath it to rake her nails over his skin. Hook hissed, backing her against the ladder. "Think you're ready, Swan?"
She unlaced his trousers, boldly reaching in to stroke his thick length. He truly was an exact duplicate of her Killian and she shivered in anticipation. "Show me what you've got, pirate."
"Naked, now," he growled back, spinning her toward the ladder. He shucked his shirt, hand curling around his cock as Emma shimmied out of her pants. The moment she was nude he bent her over, sheathing himself in one long stroke. Emma gripped the ladder hard, crying out and definitely not from pain. His hand and hook gripped her hips, holding her steady as he took her, long deep strokes, filling her up. She was so wet, so aroused by them, it felt incredible. She wasn't quiet either, moaning loudly with every sharp thrust of his hips. It was needy and rough and perfect.
Killian bit his lip, torn between reveling in her obvious ecstasy and wishing he was the cause. His cock throbbed, painfully erect and leaking, desperate to feel her tight sheath around him. Frustrated, he kicked away his pants, crossing the room to where his Swan was getting fucked. He grabbed her chin and forced her head around so she could see him. She looked thoroughly debauched, lips swollen, eyes heavy lidded and black. She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to his cock. "Oh my god."
"Do you want him?" Hook demanded, rocking his hips harder. He could feel her getting wetter, clearly turned on by his twin. When she didn't answer, he spanked her bare ass. "Answer me, love."
"Yes!" Her ass stung, but it felt so good. "I want…fuck, I want you to share me."
"Bloody fucking hell." Hook gave her one final hard thrust then slipped from her. Emma whined, annoyed at feeling empty. But Killian helped her up, easing her back to the bunk. She lay on it widthwise, her ass practically hanging off the thing, Killian resting her feet on his shoulders. She nodded once before he took her, stretching her with his girth. "Yes, yes!"
"Fuck," Killian cursed, swallowing heavily. She felt so amazing, hot and wet, so fucking wet she was dripping. "Fuck."
"Move," she begged, rolling her hips. "Please!"
Killian snarled and leaned over her, setting a slow but deep pace. "You love this, don't you, Swan? Such a dirty girl, you are."
There wasn't anything she could say; she was guilty as charged. Killian was sexy all by himself, give her two of him and she was a goner. She pulled him down for a kiss, hungry and sloppy, mewling with ever deep thrust of his cock.
"I have a better use for that mouth," Hook growled, coming to stand right by her head. He had to wedge himself against the bulkhead, but it was worth it. Emma had a very talented mouth; it was almost embarrassing how quickly she opened her mouth for him. "Don't stop fucking her. I want to watch her."
Killian bristled at doing his double's bidding, but he had to admit to being curious too. Emma moaned as she took the second cock into her mouth, unable to do much more than lay there while he fucked her mouth. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, surprised at how much she loved this. She never considered herself a prude—she and Killian indulged in some kink every now and again when they could find time—but this was on another level entirely. She ran her tongue over as much of Hook's length as she could, knowing exactly how to touch him. She reached down to rub her clit, a shudder going through her.
Her lovers groaned, thrilled by her response to their touch. She felt two hands on her breasts, each rubbing and twirling her nipples until she was practically vibrating with the need to come. "Let go, love," Killian coaxed. "Come for us."
She released Hook just in time for the explosion, her body detonating in bliss. She screamed and screamed, her walls fluttering along Killian's length. He grit his teeth, not ready to follow her just yet. She arched so beautifully, he slipped from her, making way for his twin. Hook stepped up to her splayed thighs, pushing in even as she continued to spasm and jerk.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Emma exclaimed, panting hard as he turned her slightly on her side. One leg draped over his shoulder allowed Hook to sink balls deep inside her, his groan of satisfaction making her clit throb. She'd never felt anything like this, her need nowhere near sated.
"Have a taste, darling," Killian murmured, pressing his glistening tip to her lips. Emma swirled her tongue around him, moaning. Her taste on his skin wasn't something she'd ever done before, but she could get used to it.
Hook drank in the erotic sight of his Swan sucking cock, his hand coming down hard on her ass cheek. Right now, she was the perfect little fucktoy, but he secretly hoped she'd turn the tables on them and use them just as hard. He was dying to be tied up. In the good way.
A second orgasm tingled low in her belly; it was so close she could taste it. "Please," she whimpered, back arching. "Please!"
"Please what, Swan?"
"Come! Fuck, I need to come again!"
"Gods, I love when you beg." Hook took her faster, nodding sharply as his twin reached down to rub her clit. Emma took Killian back into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking hard, determined to drag them both with her. Stars popped behind her watering eyes, the powerful orgasm rocking her to the core. She heard low grunts and curses, the cock in her mouth pulsing, thick ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She struggled to swallow, still shaking from her own high. Hook followed quickly, bottoming out as he filled her with his seed.
Killian recovered first, tenderly brushing locks of her damp hair away from her face. He bent and kissed her temple, smiling at her low murmur. "Rest, love."
"Hmmm."
Neither man spoke as they gently maneuvered her onto the bunk to sleep. Hook covered her with a wool blanket, then moved to yank on his trousers. Killian cleaned up the room a little, also pulling his pants back on. They still had the problem of the two of them, one he did not know how to solve. He thought that he'd regret what just happened but as the minutes passed, the feeling never came. Emma's happiness was his only priority; she had clearly enjoyed herself.
Perhaps there was a way to make this work until they could find a more permanent solution.
He found Hook at the helm, dressed only in his leather trousers and thin black shirt. It was still early in the fall, just beginning to get chilly. Silently, Killian offered the other man his flask.
"Seems you've learned to share."
A muscle twitched in Killian's jaw but he let the comment pass. He'd sacrifice anything for Emma, even his pride. "We still have a problem."
"A problem, am I? I'm hurt."
This time Killian did scowl. "You know what I mean. That shot was meant for Emma."
Now Hook grew serious. "Aye. Hoping to neutralize the Savior, no doubt. She knows Emma would sacrifice herself rather than hurt her loved ones."
"We're not letting that happen."
"No, mate. We're not."
How they planned on defeating her, neither knew. Not wanting to disturb Emma, Killian brought the books they'd been looking through, still hoping to find an answer. If they could find a solution to their problem, then perhaps they could turn it back on the Queen. Every so often one of them would go check on Emma, who was still slumbering away.
Emma woke up disoriented, confused as to why she felt the gentle sway of the Jolly under her. She rolled over, trying to get her bearings and felt a twinge in her core. Oh. A flush creeped up her chest as she remembered what happened since their encounter with the Evil Queen. She half expected to suffer a guilty conscience, but as Hook reminded her: they were the same. For all of Hook's bluster and swagger (which she secretly loved, and missed in her Killian sometimes), he loved her too. She loved them both because they were the same.
Quickly realizing neither was there, Emma swung her legs off the bed and pulled on Killian's dark blue button down shirt. The tails swayed a mid thigh, clearly drawing attention to her legs. She felt a few tender spots on her skin, but she didn't mind. She was certain they bore some marks of their own. She climbed up the ladder and onto the deck. It was cool but not overly so. Still, her nipples stiffened under the shirt. She heard dual accented voices and moved aft, climbing up to the quarterdeck.
"Why are you guys out here?"
Killian scratched behind his ear, a nervous gesture that made her smile. "We, ah, didn't wish to disturb."
"You were out like a light, lass." Hook hopped up nimbly from the deck, his warm blue gaze drinking her in from head to toe. "Sleep well?"
She laid her hands on his chest, warm through the thin material. "Hmm, you know I always sleep well on this ship, Captain."
"Aye, I do." He cupped the back of her hand and pounced, kissing her deeply. Emma mewled, arms sliding around his trim waist.
Killian stood too, moving to her back, his fingers in her hair. Emma shivered, any lingering cold she felt dissipating as desire seized her once more. Hook plucked at the few buttons she'd bothered to do and she turned her head to kiss Killian. He was more aggressive than she expected, growling and nipping at her lips. She sank her fingers in his hair, moaning as Hook took a hard nipple into his mouth.
"Oh god."
Killian traced her hips with his hand and hook, nibbling on her throat while his twin suckled her. "Still not satisfied, love?"
They really did need to figure out a solution to this, but she was so, so weak. She yearned for their attention, for how they made her feel. It was like being with Killian but more and she was so tired of being deprived of time with her pirate. "I'm…starting to think coming…here was a really good idea."
"Coming is always a good idea, sweetling," Hook murmured, his hand sliding down her belly. "Fuck, she's ready wet."
"We should get below."
"No," Emma said quickly. She had a fantasy she'd always wanted to try. And they were far out in the bay. "Here."
"How?"
She ground her hips against Hook's fingers. "Against the wheel."
Both men cursed, turned on by her plea. The wheel was locked in place, perfect for fucking her. Killian hastily unzipped his trousers and shoved them down, taking her from Hook roughly. He saw the way Emma responded to him, responded to the greedy pirate and he wanted to remind her that he was also that man.
Emma squealed in delight as Killian pressed her against the wheel and hauled her up, her arms around his neck. "Oh fuck," she gasped, arching as she took in his thick shaft. "Yes!"
"Hmm, lass likes it rough?" He punctuated his question with a hard roll of his hips and Emma shuddered in his arms. "Is this what you've been craving, love? All you had to do was ask."
She nodded hard, nails digging into his neck as he rode her. Killian growled low in his throat, kissing her deeply, moaning as she gave as good as she got. She was fierce and strong, his Emma, and never failed to remind him.
Hook unlaced his trousers, his cock straining against the leather. So this was how it felt, watching Emma in her passion. It was something he didn't get to indulge in often enough and never from this angle. He wet his lips, stalking around the pair, listening to Emma's cries and moans. She told him once that she wasn't a vocal woman, but he always knew that was a lie. Emma Swan was all passion and fire; she simply needed to feel safe enough to show it. He felt oddly honored that despite the unusual circumstances, Emma could truly let go with them and revel in what she needed so badly.
Emma locked her ankles around Killian's waist, her head falling back against the wheel. This was everything she'd hoped for and more, her fantasy come to life. Her ass hit the wheel with every hard thrust of his hips, skin and wood slapping together, ratcheting up her pleasure. Her blood boiled, knowing that Hook was watching them, his footfalls unmistakable on the old wood. She opened her eyes, searching for him, and there he was, over Killian's left shoulder, standing there boldly his fist wrapped loosely around his cock. Emma gasped, choking on a moan, unable to look away. Hook was masterbating to her getting fucked and it was so hot she wanted to burn up on the spot.
"Hurry," she panted, canting her hips faster. "Come inside me, Killian."
"Touch yourself, darling. Let me feel you."
Emma snaked her hand between them, jolting as she lightly stroked her clit. She was so aroused that it didn't take much, a few deft strokes and she was coming, coming hard, her scream caught in the wind. Killian grunted, his hand squeezing her ass as he followed, rutting into her once, twice, three times, shooting his seed deep inside, just as she asked. She clung to him, panting harshly, shaking from aftershocks. She caught Hook out of the corner of her eye, his gaze predatory, no doubt waiting his turn. She made a show of kissing Killian, long and slow, murmuring her love for him.
"Still okay?" Killian asked, knowing his twin well enough (they were the same, after all) to know he would be on her the moment he moved.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you." She kissed him again, sweetly, so thankful he understood why she needed this. Killian smiled softly and nodded, lowering her gently to the deck. He kissed her forehead then stepped back, giving his twin a chance to pleasure her.
Emma shucked the damp shirt that still clung to her skin, her finger beckoning. Hook crossed the deck in two strides, jerking her to him by the small of her back. "That was so fucking hot, Swan," he growled in her ear. "Enjoy yourself?"
She gripped his cock firmly, giving him a light squeeze. "You know I did."
"Such an exhibitionist, darling. Have you been hiding that from me?"
"Shut up and fuck me, Captain." Her thighs were wet and sticky, her arousal building again. She drew his hook to her swollen cunt, dragging it through her slit. It came back covered in the mixed essence of her and Killian; Emma didn't hesitate to lick it clean. Her pink tongue on his hook was maddening, so dirty and erotic; his cock throbbed painfully. "Well?"
"We indulged in your fantasy, love, now we indulge in one of mine." She looked curious but intrigued as he shucked his trousers and lay flat on the deck. "Ride me, Swan. Want to watch you fuck me."
She nodded, dropping to her knees. The deck was hard but she ignored it, straddling him quickly. She ran her hands over his sculpted chest, rocking her slick folds over his throbbing erection. Even that felt amazing, the hard ridge of him grinding over her clit. Her eyes flickered to Killian who was watching them avidly; Christ, Hook was right, she was an exhibitionist. At least right now, with the two halves of her True Love. She knew they wouldn't judge her for what she wanted. A dark sinful thought occurred to her, something she never thought to try, but perhaps now it would be possible.
Filing that away for later, she bent over, kissing Hook hungrily. His hand and hook rested on her ass, his palm rough on her skin and it just fueled her need. "Why do I need this so much?"
Hook wasn't sure if she was talking to him or just musing out loud, but he gave her pert ass a squeeze. "Because you've been neglected for far too long, lass. Take what you need from us." He groaned as she rocked over him. "Gods, I need to be in you. Please, Emma."
She nodded in agreement, pushing herself up. In one swift practiced move, she took him in, moaning at the feeling of being full. He fit her perfectly, like he was made to fill her up. Across realms and time and even death, they always found each other, overcame every obstacle thrown their way. This one was certainly different but Emma was enjoying this too much to want it to be over just yet.
"That's it, sweet," Hook murmured, planting his feet and rocking with her. "So gorgeous." Her pert breasts bounced, her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Earlier, he'd wanted to claim her, mark her, but this was just as sweet, his lovely Swan riding him into oblivion. She was slick and hot around his cock, her earlier tryst easing his passage. Her knees widened, forcing him deeper and she moaned.
"Oh my god, that's so good. Deep."
"Hmm, don't stop. Love watching you." He did, his gaze (and his twin's gaze, no doubt) locked on where they were joined. He brought his thumb to her wet clit, pressing in hard rough circles. Emma jerked, losing her rhythm, a mewl caught in her throat. Sucking a lip between her teeth, she fell forward, her hands braced on the deck, riding him faster. Hook responded in kind, lifting his hips, meeting her in hard loud smack of skin.
Nonsense tumbled from her lips, she was so, so close to another high; it was just out of reach. Hook knew her body well, pinching her clit hard and she went off like a rocket, screaming her orgasm again. No one ever made her feel like this, so desired and wanted and loved; it intensified everything. Hook rolled them over, never leaving her, his hips pounding into her, chasing his own high. She felt him pulse within her, the hot spurts of his seed bathing her walls. She clawed at his back, her whole body shuddering from pleasure.
Hook trailed kisses along her collar, tasting the salty sweat on her skin. He'd bedded his fair share of lasses but no one compared to Emma Swan. She was everything he'd been missing, the knowledge that she loved all of him—even the unsavory parts—just make him love her more.
"I love you," he whispered into her skin. "I love you, Emma."
Her arms slipped around his neck, her lips brushing his temple. "I love you too. All of you."
They stayed there until the cool air was too much for their nakedness, the men insisting on helping her below. Hook dashed back up for the books as Killian tried to urge her back into the bunk.
"No," she said emphatically. "We're staying here until we figure this out and you should sleep too."
"But, Swan…"
She waved her hand, a bundle of pillows and blankets appearing on the floor. "Help me set this up, then we'll take a nap, okay?" When he still appeared skeptical, she cupped his cheek. "I know it's strange; I can't imagine what it must feel like, seeing your double."
Killian pulled her into his arms, her head on his chest. "I think I'm getting used to it. The longer he's here, the more I see the similarities."
"Because you are the same. The mistake we keep making with the Evil Queen is treating her like she's a completely different person from Regina. The Killian I know is in him, you always were, even in the past." She looked up, touching his cheek. "You're him and he's you. You are both the Killian I love, rough edges and all. My pirate."
He kissed her sweetly. "You really don't mind the rough edges?"
"I never did. You don't have to change who you are for me, Killian. I knew what I was getting into. I love that you're a hero now and want to do the right thing, but if you sometimes want to let the pirate out to play, that's okay too. I like it."
He smiled, really smiled, his love for her making his chest ache. "Do you now?"
"Slow down there, tiger. I think we all could use some sleep." She smirked. "But later…"
"Anything you wish, Swan."
Hook waited in the little hall, giving them a moment. He heard everything, Emma's utter acceptance flooring him. This situation was no less jarring for him, his fear that she would reject his darker persona hidden by seduction and innuendo. But time and again since this happened she'd embraced him, even told him she loved him. As for Hook, he loved her just as much as he ever did, even while indulging in dirty sex play. She was perfect, his Swan.
Hook entered the room silently, trying to appear nonchalant as the couple rearranged the mountain of pillows and blankets. However, Emma noticed him. She smiled, offering her hand the moment he laid the books on the desk. "Sleepy?"
"I've been awake for days on end many a time," he said, shrugging. "It's no matter. Someone should keep looking…"
Emma tugged on his hand. "No one's here but us. I sent everyone a text to let them know we're fine and trying to figure this out. You don't have to be Superman, Hook."
He had no idea who this Superman was; had Henry mentioned him at some point? He couldn't remember. The lad's references often flew fast and furious, going over his head. "It's really fine…"
She stepped up to him, still nude, so beautiful with her faintly flushed skin and bright eyes, her fingers sliding over his brace. "Please?"
He was helpless to deny her. Hook allowed her to unstrap his brace, her touch gentle. The instrument joined its twin on the desk, her lips skimming over the ravaged skin of his wrist. Hook shuddered, awed by her care. He didn't resist when she tugged him toward the makeshift bed, the pair joining Killian. She kissed each of them tenderly, drawing Hook to lay up against her back as she snuggled close to Killian. The men pulled the thin blanket up, more to seal in their body heat than anything else.
Killian expected Emma to drop right off; she hadn't been exaggerating earlier when she said that she had no trouble sleeping on his beloved ship. The waves were soothing, helping her sleep no matter the worries in her mind. Instead, she spoke. "I've never asked…did it hurt? Your hand, I mean."
Killian slipped his fingers into hers, ignoring the phantom pain that lanced up his arm. Emma noticed the way his brow knitted. "Sorry, you don't…"
"It's alright, lass. I just haven't spoken of it in a long time."
Hook took up the tale. "Aye, it hurt. Sharp searing pain, more than I thought I could handle."
"I've been in my fair share of fights, love," Killian explained. "I've got scars." Yes, she knew that well, often spending hours tracing the faint ones that littered his body. "But even that paled in comparison to the revenge in my heart."
"It kept me alive, when all I wanted was to die. I vowed to avenge Milah, pay any price." Hook's voice hardened. "And the Crocodile still roams free, even after destroying her very soul." Anger boiled up in him, at the Crocodile, but mostly at himself. He was still powerless to destroy that monster, even after his sacrifice.
Emma turned, her hand on his scruffy cheek. "She helped me save you," she murmured quietly. "I was so nervous to meet her and Gold – well, he was disgusting, but still, Milah was incredibly kind. She had regrets, but loving you wasn't one of them."
"She had a good heart." Hook shuddered, tears stinging his eyes. He didn't want Emma to see him weak. Then he felt her lips on his eyelids, featherlight, and the dam broke. Grief he'd held in for so long poured out of him, both really, and Emma was there, holding them close as they mourned his first love. Having met the woman, Emma understood. She wasn't threatened. Milah would want Killian to be happy, she was certain of it. Her heart broke for Killian, for Milah, and for Neal, who could never get closure with his mother. Gold was the worst and Emma didn't blame Belle in the slightest for wanting to protect her baby from him.
"Apologies, Swan," Hook murmured. "I didn't…"
She placed a finger to his lips. "Don't. It's okay. You're still the big bad dangerous pirate." She kissed him tenderly. "My pirate."
"Aye." He pressed even closer to her, skin to skin, kissing her again, with just a hint of the passion he had for her. "We're both your pirate, Swan."
"Yeah." She smiled and turned, kissing Killian too. His hand skimmed over her belly and she moaned. "Later, I promise," she murmured, her hips rocking up into his hand. "Oh."
"I can't help it," Killian said softly, kissing her shoulder. "You're so sexy, love."
She turned more fully toward him, lips hot on his. She knew that really wasn't where his head was. Yet her treacherous body never failed to respond to his touch. "I want you here with me, Killian. I promise you can do all sorts of dirty things to me later. Both of you."
He sighed and forced his hand to her hip. "Aye. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry for what you need, okay?"
"And you. I know you need this." He looked over her shoulder at his twin. Until this was fixed, she needed them both; he was finally okay with that.
"I love you. So much."
Hearts slowed, and bodies settled, Emma snug and warm in her pirate cocoon. The emotional conversation seemed to have finally tired them out, all three sinking into sleep.
Emma woke up to a pleasurable tingling between her legs, something warm and wet on her swollen flesh. Moaning, she yanked the blanket off and found a dark head between her thighs. "Shit."
"Hmm, she awakes." Killian, Hook – it was impossible for her to tell with her foggy brain – smirked seductively. "We wondered how long it would take you."
"How long…oh my god," she panted, tongue sliding into her heat. "Was I out?"
"Long enough." The other one loomed near, his breath hot on her skin. "We missed you."
"I can…fuck, tell." She spread her legs wider, now eager for the pleasure they were offering. One licked her cunt, long slow drags that made her gasp, the other sucked on her nipples. The dual sensation was incredible, lust jolting down her spine and pooling between her thighs. "Ugh, so good."
"You taste delicious," one of them – Killian she decided – mumbled, nibbling her lower lips. "And still covered in our cum."
"Oh my god." She hadn't bothered to clean up after the sex on the deck, liking the idea of carrying the evidence of their possession on her body.
"No gods here, Swan," Hook said darkly, biting down on her nipple. "Just us."
Her left hand dove into Killian's hair. "Don't stop."
He heeded her plea, devouring her. He traced obscene patterns on her flesh, flicked his tongue over her clit until she was trembling. Hook distracted her by kissing her hungrily, his hard cock digging into her hip. "Need you so much, Swan."
Killian lifted one leg onto his shoulder to she could turn, kiss his twin. Emma gripped Hook's cock, stroking him deftly, thumb swiping over the leaking tip. "So much…I want," she panted, keening as Killian slid two fingers into her. "Oh fuck."
"Like this?" Hook palmed her breast then slid his hand down, joining his twin by pushing two thick digits into her tight sheath. "Ugh, so tight for us, Swan."
She felt like she was drowning, so much pleasure coursing through her. Her hips moved of their own accord, trying to fuck their fingers, her body demanding friction. "Tell us what you want," Killian said, finding a rhythm for her. She keened, clawing at the pillows. "Tell us."
They were stretching her so deliciously; it was difficult for her to think. And she did have something she wanted. "I want…you both," she panted.
"You have us, sweetling," Hook said, still pumping steadily.
"No…together. I want you to beg to fuck me, then take me together. Let me use you however I want."
Hook shuddered, turned on by her desire. "Come, love. Then we're all yours."
She lost count of how many orgasms she'd had, but her body didn't seem to care. She climaxed again, breathless, Hook's thumb grinding against her clit. They stroked her until she calmed, Emma whining as they extracted their fingers. She reached blindly, wanting to lick them clean herself. Both men groaned loudly, excited by her wanton display.
Emma took her time, reveling in the sweet tang of her own juices on their skin. They tasted the same, twin lust filled gazes on her and it made her burn. She planned on having a lot of fun with them before they were through. "Mmmm."
"Bloody hell, Swan," Killian swore, unable to tear his eyes away from her. She sucked in his fingers like they were her favorite treat; he hoped his cock got the same attention. But they promised to let her play.
Emma got up on her knees, her fingers curling in their necklaces. She tugged Hook in first, kissing him deeply, sighing as he palmed her breast. "Enjoy that while you can," she murmured with a smirk before turning to Killian and kissing him exactly the same, hot and wet. She could feel two hands on her body, exploring her curves. It was intoxicating, how much they loved to touch her. As much as she loved it, she did have plans. Breaking the kiss, she gave Hook a little shove. "Back in the chair, Captain."
He cocked a brow at her, but smirked as he obeyed. She expected him to put up more of a fight, but once Killian Jones made a promise, he did his damnedest to keep it. He flopped dramatically in the desk chair, looking up at her expectantly. Emma bit her lip, giving him her best lust filled gaze, then waved her hand. Silk ropes snaked around his ankles, binding him to the chair. Before Hook could react, Emma stalked around him, conjuring more ropes to bind him at the elbows. Emma bent over him, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and back. "Too tight?"
Hook struggled a little, the position while uncomfortable was not unduly so. He was accustomed to pain. "I should have known, you devious minx."
"Known what?" she asked sweetly.
"That you were into this sort of thing."
"Hmm, you have no idea." Someday soon, they would find time for him to tie her spread eagled to their bed so he could have his wicked way with her. For now, it was her turn. She bit down on his earlobe, tugging gently on the earring that dangled from it. Hook groaned, sucking his lip between his teeth. "Emma."
"Ah, ah, Captain. You watch while we put on a show for you."
He thought her words would make him combust on the spot. The fact that she wanted to perform sex acts for him, while leaving him bound and at her mercy, was almost more than he could stand. Hook swallowed heavily as she sauntered over to his twin, drawing the other man into a passionate kiss. Her hands wandered his body, tracing the planes of his chest and abs. Killian groaned as she raked her nails over his chest, his cock twitching in response.
Emma broke the kiss, looking up at him with love and lust in her gorgeous green eyes. She sucked her lip between her teeth and pulled him gently over to the bunk. She climbed up, patting the pallet behind her. Killian didn't hesitate, kneeling behind her, easing his knee between her thighs. "Touch me," she ordered quietly, reaching down to find one of the discarded braces and unscrewing the hook. Her breathing hitched as Killian swept her hair back and rained kisses over her collar, his left arm on her hip, his right hand palming her breast. Emma stared into the eyes of Hook a few feet away as she dragged the cool metal over her skin, his gaze burning her, making her wet. Killian's cock lay nestled in the crease of her ass, and Emma ground against it, a broken sound tumbling from her lips. Her nipples tingled, Killian swirling his fingertip over the painfully erect bud.
"Oh yes," she breathed, arching back against her pirate. She wet her lips as she dragged the point of the hook lightly over her skin; it was still sharp enough to leave a faint red line in its wake. Both men made straggled need sounds, Killian blatantly rutting against her.
"Emma," he breathed, hot against her ear.
She didn't speak, simply slipped the metal lower, drawing it through her soaked folds. Hook struggled against the ropes, nostrils flared, eye black with lust, a litany of curses on his lips. More warmth pooled between her thighs as she ground herself on to curved metal, but it wasn't near enough to get her off.
"Lay down," she muttered, her eyes still on Hook. "Length wise. Then do exactly as I say."
Killian was so far gone in his own lust that he did not hesitate to obey. Plus, his Swan ordering him about was highly arousing. He positioned himself as requested, unsurprised when she moved to straggle his face. If her goal was to drive his twin mad, then this was a surefire way to accomplish that goal. He let his lips begin to graze her skin, her already abused inner thighs, yet he could plainly see her desire. She was hungry for this, for the pair of them.
"Such a good boy, knowing what I want," Emma praised, her hands resting on her thighs. "You don't have to rush, we've all the time in the world." A soft moan escaped as he licked her, alternating strokes of his tongue, sending shivers up her spine. Emma wasn't shy about how much she was enjoying it, her cries slowly rising in pitch. It would drive Hook insane, which was the point. She cupped her aching breasts, rubbing and twirling the nipples in time with Killian's tongue on her clit. It was exquisite torture, Killian working her up yet never quite getting her off. He knew her well.
Sweat beaded on Hook's brow; he wasn't even touching her and he'd never been so aroused. When he mused about Emma tying him up, he expected her to torture him, touch him, not herself, but he should have known better. Both he and his twin lived to bring Emma pleasure and she knew that. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing with every heavy beat of his heart, desperate to be inside his wanton princess.
Killian's cock was taunting her. It lay heavily on his belly, long and thick, begging to be sucked. When she could stand no more of her own touch, she bent over him, slowly, brushing her hair out of the way so Hook could see. She licked Killian from tip to root, feeling him jerk under her.
"Play with my ass," she commanded intent on enjoying her treat. "I want to be ready for you."
Killian let out a choked moan; it seemed she wasn't kidding about having them both. He knew for a fact Emma enjoyed anal sex—they'd done it a couple of times so far—but he also knew she'd never had two cocks at once. It took a lot of trust and Killian didn't share. Only now their bedmate was himself, his other half, and he would give Emma anything her heart desired. Dutifully, he used her copious arousal to make his fingers nice and slick, reaching up stroke her puckered hole. He was rewarded with a moan, Emma spreading her legs a tiny bit further to help him.
She had to take a few steadying breaths, not only did she love having her ass played with—something only Killian knew—but the anticipation of what was to come thrummed through her veins. She desperately wanted to know how it would feel having both of them filling her up.
That didn't mean she could have fun in the meantime.
She went back to the cock in front of her, flicking the tip of her tongue around the swollen head, the sensitive underside. She heard a dangerous growl from across the room, Hook looked thunderous. There was the pirate she loved. As much as she loved his sweet and tender care of her, she missed the flirtatious bad boy she'd first met. Someone who was dangerous when crossed or kept from what he wanted. She loved all parts of him equally, just as he did her.
Hook swore he was suffering from the worst case of blue balls in all his hundreds of years. He couldn't even touch himself for relief as he watched Emma take his twin's cock into her mouth and make obscene noises as she sucked him. Even worse was his better half teasing her sweet tight arse, slowly working a couple of fingers inside her. Jealousy boiled in his veins, that should be him touching her, his cock in her mouth.
"Emma," he bit out, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Emma, love, please." He was losing all reason, he needed her with a desire bordering on madness.
Killian whimpered in protest when she released him; she kept him hovering on the edge, clearly not ready for him to come yet. Then he had to watch as she turned her attention to Hook. "Did you say something, Captain?"
Hook groaned. "Swan, Emma. Fuck, I can't take anymore. Please. I'm begging you. Let me have you, love. It hurts so much."
"Hmmm." Tapping Killian on the hip, he extracted his fingers. She moaned at the loss, but she would be full soon. She hopped off the bunk, her legs slightly wobbly, and crossed to where Hook sat bound. Without a word, she straddled him, pumping him once before taking him into her body. "Hold on for me, okay?" she whispered, biting back a moan. He felt so good. "Can you do that?"
He felt like he was about to explode, still Hook nodded. "Anything, lass. Gods, just don't stop."
This wasn't exactly what she had planned, but it was almost better. She used her magic to prop the chair up a few more crucial inches, then waved her hand again to release Hook from the ropes. He moaned loudly, his hand and blunt wrist instantly on her hips as she rode him so beautifully.
Emma looked over her shoulder; Killian was staring. "Join us, Killian. I'm ready for you."
Killian watched her ride Hook for a few long seconds, drinking in the ecstasy on her face. He couldn't wait to make her fall apart in their arms. He dug out his cache of oil, not wishing to hurt her. He was large and she was so small, he was already a snug fit. She hissed and moaned as he began to rub her with the oil, making her nice and slick, using his fingers to open her up a bit more. Emma rode Hook faster, her mouth hot on his, the stroke of him along her walls making her wetter. She relaxed in their hold, trusting them completely, as she had never trusted anyone in her life.
Hook shared a look with his twin, then stood with Emma still in his arms. She yelped and clutched at his neck. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she chanted, feeling Killian hot against her back. "Please! God, I need it so much." She felt the tip of another cock drag through the oil on her skin, then he was there, pressing inside her hole, slow and steady, watching her for signs of discomfort. Emma hissed at the burn as Killian entered her, but it was a good burn. She felt stretched and full, sighing happily once he was fully seated inside her body.
"Holy fuck," Hook swore, her body impossibly tight, her channel so slick. This turned her on, made her hot, and it drove him crazy.
"Move!" she begged, clutching at Hook's neck. "Move!"
They each held up one of her legs, blunted arms under her ass as they tried to find a rhythm. It was messy; they each slipped from her a couple of times, but soon they felt nothing but incredible, the three of them moving in perfect sync, Emma's joyous erotic sounds fueling their need for her.
Emma felt like she was flying, utterly suspended from the ground, two long thick cocks sliding in and out of her, winding her tighter and tighter with every stroke. She had no doubt this orgasm would rob her of all sense and reason and she didn't regret a single second. "Close," she cried. "So fucking close."
"Come," Hook panted. "Let us feel you."
It hit her like a freight train, the explosion a bright light around them, her magic going haywire. Hoarse screams filled the cabin; Emma later found it they were hers, loud as a banshee. Her tight spasming body dragged them with her, Hook's legs shook as he finally climaxed, branding her with his seed. Killian was no better, her ass so, so tight, milking every last drop from him.
Emma passed out, utterly exhausted. It was by the barest thread that the men got them all to the makeshift bed in one piece. Hook had never come so hard in all his years; he could still feel it, how amazing Emma felt, the added stimulation as Killian took her from behind. One look at his twin told him that the experience had been exactly the same for him, profound and earthshattering.
When they caught their breath, they silently went about cleaning Emma up, even as she slept. Task completed, they settled in to sleep too, wondering just what would happen now.
When Emma regained consciousness, it was dark. She was sore all over and oddly warm; the knowledge of how she'd spent the last few hours slamming into her like a truck. No wonder she was sore. She'd never had that much sex in one day before. Certainly not with two men. Who, in this case, were exactly the same.
Both Killians were still asleep; they looked peaceful in the dim moonlight. She kissed each of their brows and lightly climbed from the pile of blankets and pillows. Stomach rumbling, she found some food in one of the cupboards, just snacks really. Still, it was better than nothing. Wrapping herself in Killian's shirt, she headed down to galley, lighting candles with her magic.
She was still there over an hour later when her pirates came to join her. "Swan?"
"Hi," she said, suddenly shy. She was so happy and sated, but she'd never been so wanton before.
"Feeling alright?" Killian smiled tentatively, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"A little sore, but fine. I was hungry though."
Hook stepped up to her left, his warm hand on her back. "Anything we can do?"
"I'm sure you're hungry too. We could stay here, do more research."
"Aye." Still, he couldn't resist a smirk and playful kiss to her lips. "You were magnificent," he whispered in her ear.
She flushed red, but warmed at his compliment. "Thanks."
It took a lot longer than anyone thought, but they did finally find a solution. In one of Belle's old tomes, Emma found a potion, that when combined with some elemental and powerful magic from something as purely magical as the Apprentice's wand, should put the two halves of a cleaved soul back together. Emma thought the hardest bit would be getting the wand from Zelena, but it seemed the witch and Belle had struck up a weird friendship. Zelena handed the wand over with nary a peep.
To perform the spell, Emma suggested they go back out on the Jolly Roger. Now that it was time, she felt oddly sad about it. She'd grown used to having two of the man she loved, even in this short time.
"It's alright, love," Hook said quietly, as if he knew what she was thinking. "I'll be right here."
"I know." She looked between them, holding each set of deep blue eyes. "I love all of you, you know that, right?"
"Better now, I think," Killian said, offering her smile. He fiddled with his hook. "I guess I've always been a bit afraid of letting you see the darker parts of me, Swan."
"Well don't," she said seriously. "I'm not running away from you, not ever." She cupped his cheek and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip. "Be right back, tiger." She smiled, then turned to Hook. She didn't even get a word out before he was kissing her, and she melted against him. When he finally released her, her knees shook. "Okay, let's do this." She handed them both the potion, which they dutifully drank. Emma picked up the Apprentice's wand and said the incantation, waving it the way Regina had showed her. She was much more in control of her powers; she wasn't afraid of the way it tingled under the surface of her skin.
There was a flash, momentarily blinding her, and when she could see again, there was Killian, one stupidly handsome and grinning Killian, in front of her.
"You did it, love!" He swept her into his arms and spun her around, taking her by surprise.
"Are you okay?"
The memories—two sets of them—swirled in his mind, but they were good memories. "Aye, Swan. I think I'm going to be fine." His face sobered. "Are you okay with this?"
She hugged him close. "I've only ever needed you, Killian. I love you." She touched the apple of his cheek, smiling up at him. "All of you, even the parts you think I won't."
"You never cease to amaze me, love." His signature smirk touched his lips. "And now that I have you all to myself out here…care to indulge in another fantasy?"
She felt all tingly just thinking about the possibilities. "Lead the way, Captain."