A/N: Yup smut chapter here, not much else, aside from a tiny bit of talk at the end about the future, the wedding etc. Apparently ch 13 is my smut chapter, as in my HOOK fic ch 13 also ended up with smut :P LOL This is quite different than in HOOK, in this here Emma is a virgin Highborn elven princess. I tried to write her so she would be a bit uncertain about some aspects of the act itself, but still with a curiousness that would move her forward. I hope I managed to show how this had her getting closer to Killian, learning how to please him, and how he can pleasure her.

OK no more rant, just one more chapter of this, that will come up within the end of this week (around friday/saturday I think).

A HUGE thanks to my lovely beta ultraluckycatnd.

Chapter 13

Emma quickly forgot how weary and tired she'd been while they ate the meal earlier; right now the heated scent of Killian's body wrapped around her, luring her in, awakening her senses. She had her hands on his chest, pushing him towards her large bed at the center of the room. His promise to show her exactly how much he loved her was making her skin buzz with anticipation and desire flood her senses as they stopped at the foot of her bed.

Killian shrugged off his greatcoat, the one she'd given him before he'd left for Oz; it had luckily not suffered any damage in their battle against the flying monkeys. She shuddered at the mere thought of how horrible that had to have been.

"What's the matter, love?"

"I just thought of how horrible it must have been being attacked by those flying beasts." She searched his eyes, her hand smoothing over his stubbled chin. It was more of a beard now, but she liked the feeling of the little hairs tickling her palm.

He tugged some of her wayward hair behind her ear. "It wasn't pretty or fun, but in the end, it brought us to what we were searching for."

Emma nodded in understanding then rolled her shoulders, easing off the tension. "Let's not dwell more on flying monkeys and other horrible things." Her hands smoothed over his shirt and her fingers deftly began opening the small buttons. "I have more enjoyable activities planned for us tonight."

"I like the sound of that." He helped her remove his shirt and she gazed upon the half-elven man on display before her. She'd seen him half naked already on several occasions while he healed up, but now she allowed herself to enjoy what she saw. The chest hair spreading over his torso was so much different than what elven males looked like. She lifted her hand and traced a path through the thick hairs. It was rare that elves had chest hair, but she decided that she quite liked the feel of the hairs against her skin. While she explored his chest, her fingernails scraping over his nipples, she failed to notice how he did his own explorations. But when she felt his fingers slip under her traveling tunic and his fingers brushed against her waist, smoothing over her warm skin, she gasped. Her eyes sought his and what she saw in his blue orbs was an inferno of passion and desire. This had her heart skip a beat and she sucked in a breath of air, desire pooling between her legs. She'd never been with an elven male before, it was just never done before true love was found, or an agreement of marriage was made.

Killian paused his movements. "Is this okay?"

Emma nodded. "I just… you know I've never…" She gulped down and her eyes looked to the side while she worried her lip between her teeth.

"Bloody hell, I didn't think." Killian removed his hand and rubbed it over his mouth, his eyes searching hers. "I want you, Emma, I really do, but if you don't feel ready…"

"Oh it's nothing like that," Emma interrupted, "I want this too. I just thought that you should know that I've never laid with anyone before." She looked down. "But I want this with you, I don't want to wait."

"My life has been so very different from yours. I've lived a life on the open sea, I've been to many realms, met plenty of, eh… willing women." The last two words were whispered, and when her eyes returned to his face she could see a grimace wash over him as if he wasn't proud of his past exploits. In her mind, she understood that he'd lived a life like most humans might be doing, but her heart might be a little jealous, something that sent a shiver of guilt through her.

"Oh…"

"I'm sorry if that…"

"No, I understand, I really do." Emma moved closer and captured his eyes. "I know your life was different than mine. I understood that the moment you woke up when we'd brought you here." She took a deep breath. "I will never think ill of what you've done in the past, it's in the past. Whatever woman you've laid with was someone helping you through the dark times," she twirled her fingers, "or I would imagine it as such." She shrugged, she felt a little lost, her lack of experience now giving her second thoughts about how well this would go.

"What's worrying you?"

She was surprised at how easily he read her. With a low murmur, she managed to say, "I guess I'm just a little worried that I won't be enough for you, that I would not know what to do." She felt her face heat up in shame.

Killian tugged his finger under her chin and when she finally looked into his eyes he said, "You will always be enough for me. We'll take things as slowly as you want." His thumb brushed over her lips and a shiver ran down her spine. She was feeling drawn to this man in a way she'd never experienced before.

"Thank you." Her eyes flickered to his brace and wondered aloud, "Will you be wearing the hook?"

Killian shook his head. "That might be a bit risky." He deftly reached up and unclasped the leather strips holding the brace to his arm. He'd become quite used to putting the prosthetics on and using the hook to aid him in his everyday chores.

Emma watched him remove the brace. When he looked at his stumped arm, he made a small grimace.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, I never feel it anymore."

"So what's wrong then?" Emma could see the surprise in his eyes, that she sensed his troubles so easily. She smiled. "We're true love, we're connected in a very special way and I know something is bothering you."

"I don't feel complete," Killian finally explained with a small frown.

Emma smoothed her hand over his blunted wrist. "You're complete in every possible way, and missing a hand doesn't make you any lesser of a man, or elven." She moved closer to him, letting her hand slide up his arm, while the other hand smoothed over his chest. "I want you."

Killian took a deep breath and Emma sighed in relief when he seemed to accept her declaration of love to him. They moved closer and Emma slipped her arm around his waist, trailing her fingers along the snug leather still covering his lower half. God, she was curious to know what was beneath it all, but right now she was far more distracted by the tantalizing kisses Killian was currently bestowing upon her. She wanted so much more.

She was so wrapped up in the current of emotions running wild inside her that she didn't notice that he'd begun to slip her shirt up over her torso, revealing her breasts. Her nipples tightened in the somewhat cold air and she took a sharp breath when his fingers smoothed over her sensitive skin.

"Can we take this off?" He tugged at her tunic, now bunched under her arms.

She stepped back and helped him remove the garment, suddenly feeling very exposed. Instinctively, she covered her chest and looked down.

"Stunning," Killian whispered in awe. "Please don't hide from me."

Emma took a deep breath and finally looked up at his piercing blue eyes and the fire she saw flicking in them took her breath away. With a small smile, she let her arms drop to her sides, now only dressed in the tight-fitted travel pants she'd worn. She rubbed her sweaty palms on the soft fabric covering her hips, not sure what should happen next.

"Emma, are you okay?"

She nodded. "I'm fine, I just need time to adjust to it all. I want to do this with you." She stepped closer and smoothed both her hands over his stomach, feeling his muscles ripple under her palms. When he took in a sharp breath she realized that her touches affected him as well. This urged her on and she kept exploring his torso.

Killian did his own explorations, his hand cupped her breast, and the warmth of his skin sent a spark of desire through her. She had no idea what to do but tried to let her mind go with the flow and act on a deeply buried instinct. Her fingernail scraped over his nipple and when he hissed out in what sounded like he was in pain she paused. "Sorry."

"Don't be, it was not hurting me."

"Oh."

"Like this." His hand smoothed over her chest and when his fingers circled her nipples she could feel spikes of heated passion shot through her.

"You feel the same." She tried to mimic his movements over his nipples and she smiled when he nodded.

"You have no idea how good this feels," Killian mumbled, his blunted wrist resting on her hip, now pulling her lower body closer to his.

When she felt something poke her lower belly she held her breath. She knew what it was, but it still sent a slight panic through her.

"Feel what you do to me," he whispered, his lips ghosting over her ear, barely touching her skin as he spoke the words.

Emma tested the waters and pressed herself closer to the hardness still covered under the leather. Her head slumped to his shoulder as she tried to breathe calmly; her pulse was racing and she felt a new sense of boldness grow inside her. She moved her hands to his waist, trailing over the lining of his leather pants, silently asking his permission to remove them. Her fingers fidgeted with the clasp of his pants, unsure how to ask.

Killian moved his hand to rest over hers. "Give me a hand here." A low chuckle escaped his mouth and Emma smiled in return.

When his fingers pressed over hers, she looked down and managed to sort out how to open the clasp. With wide eyes, she saw how the trail of hair led to his hard manhood that sprung out as the pants now hung loosely on his hips.

Her forehead was pressed to his neck as she looked down between them. Sure, she'd seen drawings in textbooks on how the male anatomy was different from women, and there'd been a whole embarrassing lecture many years ago from her mother and Aunt Regina about what happened between male and female elves as they joined. Suddenly she realized that he was holding his breath, and when she looked up his eyes looked at her with a pained longing as if he was trying to keep himself reined in. His blue eyes were a whirlpool of emotions, love, and desire burning in them. It sent a shiver of warmth through her, seeing him so focused on not moving too fast.

Emma moved her hands to his hips and pushed the fabric down, pulling him out of his stupor as he helped remove the material. She took in the sight before her, all lean and wiry build; years at sea had given him strength and she could see a few scars around his body, all a testament to the life he'd lived not so long ago. But now he was a changed man, half-elven, and she wanted him with every fiber of her body.

She stepped closer and held his gaze as she lowered her hand and gently brushed against his hardness with the back of her hand. The skin was as soft as silk, but beneath it, she felt the firmness. She could see how his pupils dilated, the blue almost gone now, his lips parted in a silent gasp. "Emma," he breathed out. The pained note to his voice had her stop, fearing she'd done something wrong.

"Is this okay?" She lowered her eyes, keeping her gaze on his chest.

"Bloody hell," Killian grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart. "Feel what you do to me, love."

The thumping of his heart slammed against his ribs, his breath getting more and more shallow, and she realized he was trying to keep his calm. She honestly didn't want the calm collected half-elven standing there, she wanted the passion she'd seen the glimpses of inside his eyes.

"Show me what to do." Emma looked at him with a pleading look.

His hand guided hers over his chest, the curly hairs tickling her palm, then he moved their hands lower until they finally reached his manhood. Both their hands smoothed down his shaft, the soft flesh moving over the hardness, then he wrapped her fingers around him and showed her how to move her hand up and down.

Emma dared to look down and seeing her hand move over his length sent spikes of desire through her, she wanted so much more. Growing bolder she changed the pressure of how she encircled his girth, she had no idea how it would even fit.

"Gods above Emma, I'm not going to last very long if you keep doing that to me."

"Sorry." She quickly withdrew her hand, biting her lip nervously.

"Nothing to be sorry for." He smiled. "I just don't want your first time to be all rushed. I will end far too soon, and I want you there with me." He searched her eyes for understanding.

"What do you mean?" She blinked up at him, not sure what more there could be.

"I want you to experience what I feel when you touch me." He nodded towards his manhood still pulsing between them. "Let me show you." He gently guided her to stand next to the bed. She looked up at him in puzzlement.

"I enjoy when you touch me, just as I know you enjoy me touching you." He reached out and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, the motion sending shivers of desire through her. "Like this, can you feel it?"

Emma nodded, not sure how to express the storm of sensations that rushed through her with him touching her. She knew the female body had some places where it gave pleasure, and she also knew that included between her legs, where she felt herself become more hot and wet.

His hand and stumped wrist moved to her pants. His fingers slipped under the waistband and he searched her face for permission. She nodded and undid the string holding the material around her waist. He helped her remove the tight pants and he could see her fully naked body. She felt gooseflesh rise on her skin as his eyes roved over her form, the desire in his blue eyes seemed to have intensified.

"Breathe, love," he whispered and captured her lips in a deep kiss that did take her breath away, but she soon relaxed into his embrace, completely forgetting that she was completely naked with him. Suddenly she felt his hand smooth over her hip, and when he sought out the apex of her thighs she instinctively knew where he was aiming his searching fingers. With a low moan into his mouth, she widened her stance giving him room to explore the heat between her legs.

"I can already smell your desire, let me feel it too?"

She nodded and seconds later his fingers moved over her womanhood. Parting her slit with his fingers, he explored the wetness that had gathered. Her whole body was so focused on his touch that she held her breath trying to decipher the sensations coursing through her right now. Every nerve ending was burning hot between her legs, she'd never experienced this sort of pleasure before. Her hand had never done such carnage to her senses, she wanted more.

"Fluttering Phoenix, I need more," Emma managed to whisper, her breathing ragged and uneven. She had no idea what more she wanted, but her heart swelled with feelings for this half-elven currently reducing her to a puddle of burning senses.

"Gods above you're already soaking wet, love," he mumbled against her neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. He twisted his hand and eased a finger inside her; she gasped as he mumbled, "So tight."

Emma felt her face heat up, now more than ever wondering how he would ever fit inside of her. Feeling brave, she wanted to show him that she wasn't afraid, so she reached for him again. He gasped when she wrapped her fingers around him. "This okay?"

"Bloody hell, aye, more than so," Killian whispered against her cheek before he finally claimed her lips with his in a deep kiss. Their lips danced together in a heated hunt to be closer. Emma felt her head starting to spin as desire rushed through her.

When Killian removed his fingers from her core she suddenly felt empty and craved something else, her fingers twisted over his hardness. Her eyes blew wide when he placed his fingers in his mouth sucking off the fluid he'd gathered between her legs.

"You taste divine, my love," Killian hummed and licked his fingers clean. "I could feast on your ambrosia for days." He gently urged her to sit on the bed and crouched down before her. Looking up at her he whispered, "May I?"

"What?" She tilted her head in confusion, she'd thought he wanted to be inside of her by now; feeling the aching throb between her legs, she knew she was ready.

"I want to taste you." Killian smiled and waited patiently while his words registered inside her.

"Oh, you mean..." Her face heated up, not from embarrassment she realized, but desire; to feel his tongue between her legs had to be something special. Killian nodded and urged her to lay on her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

"Beautiful," he mumbled and breathed over her thigh. She jumped when she felt his tongue leave a trail of wetness over her skin. He moved closer to her core and she felt his breath wash over her wetness, making her shiver.

"What are you going to… oh." Her words got caught in her throat when his tongue parted her folds and lapped at her core. That she hadn't expected, but as he explored her she felt the desire grow inside her. This was far beyond what she'd ever imagined her body could feel like. When he started to toy with her small sensitive nub she gasped, her hands clutching the comforter, her head spun with desire. "Killian," she breathed out.

"Relax love," he mumbled against her flesh. "Give into the feeling, let go for me."

Emma nodded mutely, not fully understanding the meaning of his words but she let herself enjoy the sensations washing through her as his tongue kept lapping at her core. A tight ball formed in her lower belly as she climbed higher to the unknown. But she felt loved and cherished, giving herself to him like this. Suddenly it was as if a dam had burst inside her, his teeth scraping over her bundle of nerves and then his tongue swiping at her sodded flesh. The release of her orgasm washed over her as she tried to regain her bearings. Her skin tingled with sensations, her heart hammered in her chest, and her fingers still curled into the soft fabric beneath her.

When she finally felt as if the world stood still again she looked down and saw him smiling at her, his chin resting on her thigh. She noticed droplets of her fluids hanging in his beard. "That was…"

Killian rose and motioned for her to move further into her large bed. "Definitely not a one-time thing." He licked his lips, making her blush knowing he would still be tasting her. "I want to do that as often as you'll let me."

Emma grinned, happiness bubbling inside her thinking about their future together. "I might be obliged to let you do that to me once in a while."

"Every day?" he asked hopefully and slipped up next to her, his body laying flush against hers, his hardness pressed into her hip.

"Quite possibly every day," Emma nodded and reached for him, pulling him in for a kiss. It surprised her to taste the tanginess from her core on his lips, but she decided that she quite liked it. She deepened the kiss and let her own hands roam over his body, trailing a path down his side and coming around to circle his waist. When he deepened the kiss even further, she dug her fingernails into his skin, making him groan.

He lifted his mouth and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too." Emma gulped down, her hand moving to his hip, and pressed herself closer to his hardness. "I want… I want you." She hoped he would understand her desire to take the next step in their joining.

Killian nodded and urged her to spread her legs for him, and he rested on his blunted wrist while his hand smoothed over her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I know it's going to hurt," she grimaced. "I had a rather awkward talk with my mother some years back."

Killian pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes twinkling in the dim light and she inhaled his scent of leather and spice, including the rum he so much liked to drink. Her head spun as she tried to focus on his weight resting over her core, his manhood nestled between them. Her skin tingled with desire as she watched him take a deep breath, she was more than ready to do this with him.

The fire crackled in the fireplace, the logs now almost burned down to glowing embers. But inside her was a roaring fire that almost burned through her skin.

She reached down between them and took him in her hand. He groaned and when she spread her legs even further, he shifted downward so she could help him navigate to her center.

When he pushed forward she could feel how her core muscles clenched around him, pulling him in. It was a slight burning sensation and she could tell that he tried to go as slow as possible. When he reached her maidenhead he locked eyes with her as if asking permission to continue. She nodded and he pushed forward, the flash of pain cursing through her had her flinch in pain and she closed her eyes trying to focus on all the other great emotions running through her. Killian's warm skin pressed close to hers, his shallow breathing, his whispered words of love.

Finally, she opened her eyes and found him looking at her with intense open eyes. She pressed her hand to his cheek. "I'm fine. It hurt, but not so much anymore. Go on."

With a small nod, he pushed forward and eased himself into her. Her walls stretched and accommodated his girth with only a small sliver of pain. But when he waited a few seconds for her to adjust, the pain was replaced with an impatience for more. "I want more Killian."

Killian pulled away from her and they both groaned when her core muscles clenched around him. The sensation was shooting spikes of heat throughout her system. "You okay?"

"It feels amazing," Emma breathed out. "I want more, please… move?"

Killian had his eyes focused on her when he began moving inside her, slowly at first helping her body to adjust to the new feeling of being filled like this. On instinct Emma canted her hips slightly so the next movement forward he reached deeper within her, making her moan in a newly formed pleasure.

"Gods above Emma you feel incredible. I can feel you clenching around me," his lips whispered over her cheek, and she turned her head to capture his lips in a deep kiss as she began moving her hips in sync with his movements.

"I want you," Emma moaned and weaved her fingers into his long hair, fusing her mouth to his in an attempt to give him as much as he was currently giving her.

They soon found a rhythm that spiraled them to the peak in a matter of minutes. Killian moved above her with deep thrusts prolonging the pleasure she felt building higher and higher inside of her. When she felt the coil snap inside of her she pulled her mouth away from him and cried out her release as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Killian rutted against her center with a few more hard snaps of his hips before he groaned out with his release. Emma felt his essence fill her up and when he gently pulled away from her, the fluid trickled out of her. Killian rested on his stumped arm as he took a few deep breaths. "I love you Emma, my beautiful princess." He nuzzled against her neck and whispered more words of endearment against her skin as they both cooled down from their lovemaking.

Emma shifted awkwardly under him, clenching her thighs together feeling the stickiness of their joining between her legs, her fingers drawing lazy patterns over his shoulders.

Killian lifted his head and looked at her. "How are you feeling?"

"Loved," Emma said simply and smoothed his hair away from his face. "I love you, Killian Jones."

"I love you too." He looked down when she moved her legs again. "Do you feel any pain?"

"Not much." Emma shrugged. "I'm just a bit sticky down there." She grimaced, not wanting to make too much of a fuss about it all.

Killian gave her a quick kiss before he rose from the bed and walked to the pitcher of water and small basin standing on a table near the fire. He quickly found a cloth and dipped it into the water, while Emma had ample time to enjoy the view of his fine-shaped backside. She'd not seen much of his back while caring for his wound, but now it was all there on display for her to enjoy. She felt heat rise to her face when she realized that the mere sight of him stark naked like this sent another sliver of desire through her. In all her almost grown-up life she'd never imagined that being with a male would evoke such strong desires within her. It had to be a testament to how strong their true love connected them.

When he turned to walk back to the bed she quickly averted her eyes, but she saw him give her a knowing smirk as he sauntered closer. Of course, he would know that she'd been ogling him.

With gentle care, he washed away the remnants of their lovemaking, his gentle caresses over her skin had her shiver with desire. When he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow she bit her lip and shook her head. "I had no idea…"

"What?"

"That being with someone, sharing love like this could cause so much havoc inside me," Emma tried to explain while her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

"Oh it can be so much more," Killian said as he tossed the cloth to the floor and climbed back to rest beside her. Resting on his stumped arm, he used his hand to caress her heated flesh, moving between her breasts and smoothing over her abdomen. "It can be so much more, darling."

"I want to experience it all with you."

"We have all the time in the world for much more of this," Killian assured her, and let his hand cup her breast, weighing it in his hand. When his thumb brushed over the tip, she hissed in pleasure. He grinned. "I want to show you so much more."

"There's more than what we just did?" Emma gaped at him in wonder, her desire for this half-elven was growing every second she spent with him.

Killian nodded. "Aye, but as I said we'll have all the time in the world to explore all that." He let go of her breast and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Right now I think it's best if we rest." He kissed her temple and whispered, "We're going to have a long day tomorrow when we retell all that happened on our journey to your parents."

Emma turned her head and grimaced. "My mother will also begin planning the wedding." When Killian lifted his eyebrows in surprise she laughed. "Oh yeah, she will begin doing just that. She's been planning my 100th birthday for many moons already." She suddenly realized something. "I could suggest we hold our wedding on that day?"

Killian gave this some thought and then smiled. "That would be a great idea."

"Yeah?"

"For one we won't have to wait too long, and two, we'll save your mother the trouble of planning two parties."

Emma chuckled. "My mother loves planning any sort of social party or gathering."

"I just want to be with you, my future wife, elven princess of Misthaven." He lifted his head and blinked. "What will my title be?"

"Prince, I believe, or perhaps Prince Consort."

"A prince." He swiped over his mouth with his hand. "That hadn't crossed my mind. Bloody hell that is a lot to take in."

Emma looked at him with worry. "Do you not wish to be a prince?"

Killian blinked in surprise. "Of course, I want to be by your side, in any way or form. Sure a life here would be far different than my life at sea." He cupped her cheek. "But I love you and I'll be your prince… or pirate if you'd like that too." He waggled his eyebrows and made a playful growl.

Emma laughed at his last comment, she had no real concept of what pirates did out on the open sea. "What would that entail?" She smoothed her hand through his curly chest hair, her fingertip lightly scraping over his nipple.

"Loads and loads of pillaging and plundering, in quite the pleasurable way." He nipped at her neck, making Emma squeal with laughter. "I will have ye beg for mercy, my dear princess."

Emma felt a bubble of something unfamiliar bloom within her, her skin warming as she let herself dive into the pleasures she now knew Killian could evoke inside of her.

"Fluttering Phoenix, what is a princess to do?" she laughed and made a fainting motion with her hand. When Killian captured her lips in a sweet tender kiss she knew that whatever their future might bring, it would be filled with laughter, love, and passion. All she now looked forward to was officially becoming Killian's wife, joined in love and matrimony before all of Misthaven. She knew that the wedding would never be a quiet affair when she was Misthaven's princess. But all that mattered was that she would be with Killian, her true love.