England, 2014

Killian offered the big, burly man on the door a small, appreciative smile as he was finally allowed inside of the club and out of the rain. He wasn't entirely sure he preferred being inside. The club was dark and loud and there was already a stench of sweat permeating the space. At least outside the air was cool and fresh. However, it had been months since he'd last seen his brother, and after the stress of the job interview he'd sat through earlier that day, Killian was looking forward to having a good excuse to let his hair down – metaphorically speaking. (He'd done the long-hair thing in his first year of uni, and it hadn't been a pretty sight.)

He cast a quick glance around the dark space, hoping to spot his brother, but instead, his eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting at the bar. Killian's breath caught in his throat as he watched a man older than his father leer over the woman sitting opposite him. While he watched, the other man's hand slid onto her lower thigh and lingered there as he leaned in to whisper something into her ear. Killian was so distracted by the scene taking place in front of him that he didn't see his brother approaching. In fact, he'd forgotten that anyone else was in the room until Liam practically shouted, "What's got your panties in a twist?" right into his ear.

Killian was grateful that the loud music covered his yelp of surprise. He wrenched his eyes away from the scene taking place in front of him and then turned around to greet his brother. "Sorry. I uh… long week," he replied vaguely, leaning in to hug the man standing beside him. "It's good to see you, Liam."

"You too, little brother, you too," he chuckled, slapping Killian heartily on the back. When he pulled away, his eyes travelled over to the bar as he declared, "Let's go and get a drink. You can tell me all about the long week you've had over a pint or three."

Killian nodded his head in agreement and then followed behind his brother as Liam pushed his way through the crowds of people towards the bar. Of course, the only space to open up was right beside the creepy older guy Killian had just been watching. He considered suggesting to Liam that they find a different spot, but Killian knew that would lead to awkward questions that he simply didn't have the answers to. So instead, he kept his head down and squeezed himself into the small space between his brother and the creep.

While Liam was busy ordering their drinks, Killian allowed his eyes to drift over to her form. He was pretty sure she'd grown her hair out again, as this time, she wore it braided around the top of her head. She was also wearing another dress, but this one was completely different to the one he'd last seen her in. Instead of looking like a businesswoman who was headed to an important meeting, she looked a little like a dominatrix in the tight, black, leather minidress she'd picked for the night.

Killian's attention must have lingered much longer than he had intended because he could have sworn that her eyes flicked up to meet and hold his for just a moment, before she turned back to the man she was sitting with.

"So, do we have a deal?" she asked, offering the creep a flirtatious smile.

It almost looked like the smile she'd given to him before, but there was something a little different curling at the edges of it.

"We have a deal," the creep agreed, sliding his hand further up her thigh. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?"

She chuckled at his words, but it wasn't the kind of chuckle Killian had heard from her before. This one felt dark and foreboding. It was the kind of noise that sent a shiver up your spine.

"You've seen too many movies, Mr. Bates. A simple handshake will do," she said, extending her own.

It took the lech a little longer to remove his hand from her thigh than was socially acceptable, but Killian noticed that she didn't complain. Instead, she smiled another one of her edgy smiles as her companion slipped his hand into hers. The moment their palms touched, Killian could have sworn he saw a flash of red fill her gaze, but in the next instant it was gone, and he quickly wrote it off as nothing more than a trick of the light.

"Now, how about a dance," the creep asked, letting his hand fall back down to her thigh to tease at the hem of her dress.

Killian didn't want to stick around and hear her reply. He turned to his brother and offered Liam a flimsy excuse about needing the bathroom, and then made a hasty escape.

The bright lights and cold tiles of the men's bathroom was a stark contrast to the darkness of the club. Killian took his time inside the space, reminding himself that he had absolutely no reason to be jealous, and that he had plans for his evening, before he splashed some cool water onto his face and then patted it dry. When he was sure that he had a good handle on his emotions once more, he pulled open the door, mentally preparing himself for what he might see on the dancefloor. He stopped dead, however, at the sight that greeted him in the hallway.

"Emma. What… what are you doing here?"

"You're a little too old to be playing dumb now, Killian," she chided, pushing herself off the wall she'd been leaning against. "I know you saw me at the bar."

"I saw your date too."

"Ahh, so that's why you're acting this way," she goaded. "And here was me thinking that what happened the last time we were together meant nothing to you."

"I'm not the one who disappeared for four years!"

Killian hadn't realised that he'd been advancing upon her with every taunt they'd traded. At least, not until he could feel her warm breath teasing against his neck.

"If you'd wanted to see me again, Killian, you could have simply summoned me."

"Who's the guy at the bar?" he pressed, balling his hands into fists at his side to stop himself from reaching out for her. There was something about the confidence with which she wore that black, leather minidress that sent his pulse racing in a way that nothing else ever had in his life.

"A business client. Nothing more, nothing less."

"And what am I?"

"You… you, Killian Jones, are not like anyone I've ever met before," she assured him, taking that final step closer to bring them chest-to-chest.

Killian wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that comment, so instead, he did the only thing he could think to do - he dropped his hands down to her hips and pulled her in tight as he pressed their lips together.

Emma must have been expecting his kiss as she didn't hesitate to slide her palms up his arms, and then weave her fingers through his hair. With every move he made she would tug his body closer to her own, and Killian knew that no matter how close they got, it would never be enough.

This kiss wasn't anything like the first one they'd shared four years ago. There was something feral about her that night. It was like every move she made was designed to brand him as her own; to ensure that no other woman would ever compare to her. She was dominant and controlling in a way that Killian never thought he would enjoy, but suddenly couldn't seem to get enough of. Even though he was taller than she was - bigger built than she was - he was under no illusions about who was in control that evening. And he loved every second of it.

As Emma allowed him to back her into the wall she'd been leaning against, Killian found his hands roaming across her back, sliding between the elastic bands and under the leather of her dress. When she bit down on his bottom lip he accidentally tightened his grip a little too firmly, but instead of hissing in pain, Emma moaned in a way that seemed to make the whole building vibrate.

"Not here," she finally gasped out, pushing against him with a surprising amount of strength that had him falling backwards - and landing with a bounce on something soft and familiar.

Killian pulled away just long enough to turn his head to the left as Emma trailed a blazing line of kisses down his neck, nipping at his skin with her teeth before she soothed the sting with her tongue. The sight of his bedside table wasn't at all unexpected, and Killian found himself barking out a sharp laugh as he realised that in the split second it had taken for him to fall, Emma had transported them back to his apartment.

"Damn you're good."

"So I've been told," she teased, before reclaiming his lips once more.

Killian chuckled into their kiss as her hands dropped down to the buttons on his shirt while his own dipped under the bands of elastic that held her dress in place. Emma's fingers were sure and nimble as she pushed each tiny button through its hole. When the shirt was gaping open she shimmied back on his thighs, tugging him to a sitting position as she moved so that she could push the fabric from his shoulders. She finally wrenched her lips away from his own to tug the fabric of his t-shirt up his body and over his head, then dipped down to press a kiss to the space where his heart was doing its best to beat its way out of his chest.

Killian swallowed heavily as he watched her climb gracefully off the bed, still wearing her towering heels, and then stare down at him.

"Take your jeans off," she instructed firmly, reaching behind her to grasp the zipper on her dress.

Killian did his best to hold her gaze as he popped the button on his jeans and shimmied them down his legs, along with his boxer briefs. He was forced to break their stare when the fabric became tangled around his feet. Emma chuckled heartily as she watched him wrestle his clothing off, but when he turned heavily-lidded eyes back her way, the giggles died on her lips. Holding his gaze, she leaned forward slightly to let the leather of her dress fall down her arms and away from her chest, before it dropped heavily to the floor.

"Fuck me," he whispered, licking his lips as his eyes skimmed lazily over her body.

Emma didn't seem to be the least bit self-conscious about the fact that she was standing virtually naked in his apartment, wearing only a small pair of black lace panties and her heels.

She waited until his heated gaze finally made its way to her hips before she hooked her thumbs into the fabric there and gently pushed it down her legs. The noise that left Killian's throat as she was did was one of the least humane sounds she'd ever heard, and Emma suddenly realised that she'd never wanted anyone quite as much as she wanted Killian Jones at that very moment.

Stepping out of her shoes, she brought one leg up to kneel on the bed with a kind of grace and balance Killian hadn't expected anyone to possess, before bringing up the other. It only took three more moves for her to position her body over his again, and Killian was almost breathless with the anticipation rolling through him.

"Should… should I get a uh… a… you know?" he asked.

Emma giggled into the skin of his neck as she placed a series of surprisingly tender kisses across his collarbone. "I'm not sure we should continue this if you can't bring yourself to say the word 'condom', Killian."

"I can," he rushed out, bringing his arms up to encircle her tightly, as if to prevent her from moving off him. "I just… I didn't want to kill the mood."

Emma's giggles vibrated through his body before she pushed herself up to meet his eyes. "Well, as much as I appreciate the offer, what I told you before is still true. I'm not human, Killian. There's no risk of unwanted pregnancies or sexually transmitted diseases with me. So, unless you want to-"

"I don't," he rushed to assure her. "I don't. I just want you."

"Me too," she agreed, leaning down to kiss him slow and deep. As her tongue softly danced with his own, Emma reached back to grasp him firmly in her hand, pumping a few times until their kisses became harder and wetter, and Killian's hips were thrusting up into her grasp.

When she let go, he gave a small squeak of displeasure that quickly morphed into one, long groan as Emma positioned him at her entrance and then gently pushed back against him.

The feel of being slowly engulfed by her warm, wet heat was completely indescribable. Killian had never felt anything quite like it before, and he wasn't sure he ever would again. In one painfully-slow move she'd ruined him for anyone else, and he was far too blissfully happy to be angry about that.

And then she started to move.

Emma pushed herself up to a sitting position and brought her hands down to steady herself against his chest, as she began rocking over him.

What started as soft and sweet quickly morphed back into that fire and passion that Killian had seen from her earlier, in the hallway of the club. Emma was like a goddess towering over him, using his body to seek her pleasure, and the sight of it sent him hurtling faster towards his own.

"God, you're beautiful," he praised, gripping her thighs so tightly that he was sure he was leaving bruises behind.

"Ungh. So are you," she gasped out. "So beautiful, Killian. So fucking sexy."

Her head was thrown back as she bounced over him, riding him harder and faster with every second that passed.

"Shit! I don't… I won't last much longer," he warned. His vision was becoming blurry at the edges, honing in on Emma - and nothing but her.

She pressed her right palm firmly against his chest for support as she reached for one of his hands with her other, tangling their fingers together.

"Tell me you're mine," she begged.

"I'm yours," he promised her because, at that moment, Killian knew it was true. He'd been with other women before, but none of them mattered to him the way that she did. None of them had ever compared to her, and now… none of them ever would.

"Swear it to me," she demanded, her grip tightening around his fingers as a darkness began building behind her eyes.

"I swear it. I'm yours, Emma. My mind… my body… my soul. It's all yours."

Just as he felt her walls begin to tighten around him, Killian opened his eyes. He wanted to watch as she fell. He wanted to sear the image of her climax into his mind forever. But when his eyes locked with hers, Killian could have sworn that, for just a second, her irises were burning red before she screwed them shut, threw her head back, and practically screamed his name to the heavens.

He knew he had no hopes of holding onto his sanity after that, so Killian stopped trying. With three more thrusts, he released himself inside of her, groaning Emma's name into his pillow as his orgasm slammed into him, stealing all of his energy.

When he finally managed to regain enough control to open his eyes, he found Emma stretched out beside him on the bed with her head cradled in one of her hands, watching him intently.

"That was…" he began, and then trailed off when he realised that he simply didn't have the words to describe what they had just shared.

"Yeah, it was."

"Stay with me?" he asked, his words slurring slightly now that all of the adrenaline was leaving his body.

"For as long as I can," she promised.

Killian hummed his approval as he rolled onto his side, wrapped an arm around her waist, and tugged her in closer.

He was just drifting to sleep when he heard her whisper, "Don't worry about your brother. I sent him a message explaining that you that weren't feeling well, and then sent him a distraction. He'll call you tomorrow morning."

"Mmmm. Thank you," Killian mumbled back, snuggling in closer, "… Love you."

He fell asleep moments later with his head buried in her neck and the smell of Emma's skin surrounding him.

Four hours later, the demon named Amaline groaned in frustration as she slipped from the bed and dressed herself with a wave of her hand. She paused briefly to scribble down a quick note for her beloved, leaving it on the table beside his bed, before she allowed that tugging sensation in her gut to take over, pulling her through time and space to the place where she was being summoned.

When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find herself in a location she'd sworn never to step foot inside of again.

"Hello, Amaline. It's been a while. Take a seat, why don't you? We have much to discuss."

Amaline forced herself to place one foot in front of the other as she made her way across the room to sit down in the chair he was indicating. When she was finally sitting somewhat-comfortably, she raised her head to meet his gaze and said, "Yes, Master," as her eyes flared a demonic red.

Emma/Amaline's look for this chapter was based on Jen's look for the 2012 Entertainment Weekly Annual SDCC Bash.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. I'm sorry this one is a little late. I had a minor technical hitch.