Some will be happy the tension carried over from Chapter 5, others might yell at me. I hope whichever camp you fall into, you will enjoy what I have planned.
Chapter 6
He was in that state of sleep where his eyes were closed and he was aware of what was going on around him, yet they refused to open and, if he allowed it, could easily sink back into that dream state. As usual, this had happened as he'd been in the throes of a really good dream and something startled him awake, pissing him off.
His dream world had started with reality when his mind had replayed over again what had happened when he followed her up the stairs after their date. A time he assumed would be replayed several more times, both awake as well as asleep. She had been exactly where he had been longing to have her for months and once he had her there, he planned to savor every moment.
Following her up the stairs to her apartment, watching the sway of her delectable behind in that tight dress had served to keep the fire burning that the outside kiss had started. Once inside her apartment, he had sat on the sofa watching her flit around the room, almost as a butterfly flits from flower to flower. She lit a candle in one corner, started music in another before pouring them a drink that neither really wanted and finally made her way to where he sat waiting.
Looking up at her as she stood in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and show her how much she had come to mean to him as well as how good it would be between them, but her fear held him back. She was like a skittish colt that would run if he happened to be too close too fast. "Your home, love, your rules," his promise to her still holding true.
She hadn't said anything but had given him a skeptical look like she didn't believe what he was saying.
"Whatever we become is up to both of us. Will you meet me halfway?" A bolder comment but one he hoped didn't frighten.
When she had put her small hand in his, he had wanted to shout his happiness from the rooftops but instead drew her slowly down onto his lap where he just held her. Having her in his arms felt more wonderful than he could have ever imagined and right then he cursed anything or anyone who threatened them. She was and always would be his future.
When she had cupped his face and given him her lips, his body had stood up to join the party. Needing to feel all of her, they had stretched out on the sofa, their hands and lips busy reaching for what they so desperately needed. Their pulses racing and breaths coming quick hadn't slowed the need to touch for either as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands up over his chest, followed closely by her lips.
When her lips had moved through the swirls of hair on his chest, it had felt like fire trailing across his skin, and the need to reciprocate nearly overwhelmed him. Slipping her dress strap aside, he kissed his way down to her collarbone while his hand was busy discovering the secrets underneath. The hem of her dress slid easily up allowing him to cup her behind, pulling her tighter into his body, letting her feel what she was doing to him.
Knowing he was falling head over arse for this woman and realizing how in sync they were was something he didn't believe he would ever be over. Their bodies were ready to take that giant leap, but their hearts needed time to catch up and, almost simultaneously, they had slowed their roving hands and lips and just held each other.
His body aching but his heart at peace had found him home between the sheets, alone as he had been every other night for over a year. And while their mutual exploration had reached an end point, in his dreams the adventures had continued.
His dream world had continued by allowing him to wrap her in his arms, in his bed, with clothing disappearing. But no matter how much he willed it, once disturbed his dream world remained elusive to him. "Bloody hell," he grunted opening his eyes to a hazy room, his body hard and wanting. Snaking his arm down, he took himself in hand, hoping to relieve some tension and groaned in pleasure as a picture of Emma filled his mind. He had just sunk into his fantasy world when a buzz interrupted the quiet around him, bringing him to the realization that an incoming text had been what had pulled him from that dream.
Knowing there was only one person who would dare text him this early, he picked up the phone, "Wanker, why are you calling me this bloody early? I could have been busy doing other more enjoyable activities."
"What do you have to do more enjoyable than greeting the new day talking to me, little brother," Liam replied cheerfully.
Lying back on the bed, Killian covered his eyes with his arm while listening to Liam prattle on about his new position within Nemo's company and how they couldn't wait until after graduation when he and Robin moved to NYC to join them. There were plans to be made and domains to be conquered by the brothers Jones.
"So, little brother," Liam asked, "anything new with you?"
Killian was anxious to share his news and finally blurted, "I found Emma, Liam."
On the other end of the line, Killian could hear Liam moving papers around as if he wasn't really engaged in what was being said. Finally, he huffed out, "Emma? Who is this Emma you speak about?"
Killian shook his head to make sure he was awake as he was positive that he had mentioned Emma. He pinched the bridge of his nose and wished-for patience, "Aye, Emma. You know, the lass I've been searching for since last year?"
"Oh, if you say so."
Figures, thought Killian as that's been typical of his behavior toward me and my life since the demise of his marriage. And since he had obviously checked out of the conversation, then what was the reason he had called? "So, Liam, why did you call me this early in the morning?"
Liam went on to tell Killian that he and Nemo were going to England in November and wanted him to accompany them. As was typical, his schedule had been dismissed as if it wasn't as important as what Liam had planned. As had become the norm when discussing his life with his brother, he was made to feel like the small child who couldn't make his own decisions.
"Sorry, Liam but I'm going to decline this time. Maybe you can come up at Christmastime and meet Emma."
Liam was noncommittal, as Killian had expected him to be and feeling properly chastised, he made his excuses and hung up the phone, feeling more unsettled about Liam's behavior than usual. Knowing there was no way he would get back to sleep, he decided a shower was in order, and then maybe if he was lucky, he could talk his girl into meeting him before class.
Middle October
Emma stretched and opened her eyes feeling carefree for the first time this semester. Somehow all of her exams had fallen at the same time, which meant today she was gloriously free, a strange phenomenon for a graduate student. Sadly, she couldn't say the same thing about her boyfriend who was spending the day with his engineering team at one of their competitions, and usually, those lasted long into the night.
When she checked the clock, she couldn't believe how late it was, and though whiling away the day in bed was tempting, she would save that for some day when a certain dark headed gent could join her. He was proving he was part pirate by stealing her heart; finding out what other tricks he was hiding up his sleeve might be fun too.
Rolling out of bed and dressing for the day, she couldn't imagine anything better than to spend her free day drawing, but not in her stuffy apartment. She was going to the beach. The weather was cool but with the sun shining and very little wind, it would be perfect. And then on her way home, she would have a grilled cheese at Granny's. Pleased with her plans, she grabbed a canvas bag, stuffed it with a towel, her art supplies and a bottle of water. Dressed in jeans and layers, she caught the T, arriving at one of her favorite sights, Revere Beach, in a little under ninety minutes.
The first order of business of removing shoes and rolling up pants' legs was taken care of and Emma sunk her toes in the cool soft sand. The beach in the summer, usually covered with colorful umbrellas, bright beach towels, and people, was empty save for one person using a metal detector and a lone schooner sitting on the horizon, its sails unfurled.
Walking down toward the shore, she lifted her face to the sun and soaked up what might be the last warmth from the sun until spring. With the waves crashing against the sand and the birds circling overhead she couldn't have chosen a better way to spend her free day. Finding a place close to the water, she spread out her towel, sat down and, pulling out her art supplies, started sketching her world around her.
She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting, but long enough to feel stiff, when she looked down at what she had drawn and had to shake her head. Her beach scenery had morphed with her imagination and she had drawn the schooner in the far distance flying a pirate flag and in the near distance, on the beach, a pirate - apparently Captain Hook, locked in a steamy embrace with a blonde.
Wondering if she had just come up with their costumes for the Halloween Party they had been pulled into helping at the Home, she took a picture and sent it to Killian thinking when he was on break, he would surely have a comment. She didn't have to wait long for a response.
K: Something you're trying to tell me, love?
E: What do you think?
K: I think if you could turn me into Captain bloody Hook you would.
If only he knew, Emma thought. She had shown him a few of her drawings but hadn't quite gathered the nerve to tell him that she had been drawing Hook since she was sixteen. That might be a secret for later.
E: No worries. I like you just the way you are.
K: I wish I was there so you could show me.
She giggled at his suggestive comment, realizing that since their date and subsequent make out session on her sofa, the heavier the flirting and the more suggestive the comments. They hadn't resorted to sexting or sexy pictures, but their schedules hadn't meshed much lately and if that didn't change soon all bets were off.
E: I wish you were too, but I'm at the beach so that might be difficult.
K: Haven't you heard where there's a will, there's a way?
E: And you think you have the will?
K: I'm pretty sure you've not seen a will quite like mine before.
Emma looked out at sea, letting the breeze blow across her face that was suddenly feeling a little too warm on this fall day. Trying to decide how she wanted to respond, she picked up her phone with her thumbs hovered over the keyboard, before finally,, she allowed them to fly.
E: Is that so? You planning to show me that will anytime soon?
Feeling a nervous giggle bubbling up, she tossed her art supplies back in her bag and took a drink of water. When he didn't answer right away, she assumed he must have been called back to the competition and tossed her phone aside.
Leaning back on her elbows, she couldn't help but wish he was sitting there with her, holding her in his arms. The memory of their first kiss, never far from her mind, brought a silly grin to her face, making her feel giddy as if it had just happened. And what a glorious kiss it was too, she thought as she brought her fingers up and gently rubbed them back and forth across her lips.
The look in his eyes right before their lips had met touched something deep inside of her, pulling her closer and closer, causing a chill to run up and down her spine. And the way he kissed her, softly sucking on her top lip and then running his tongue across her bottom one before sealing their lips, melted her heart. The contrast between the petal softness of his lips with the coarse hairs from his beard served to cause tingling in zones that hadn't tingled in a while.
So quickly had her heart been racing that she had been amazed when her knees hadn't given out right there in front of her door. When he had wrapped her in his arms, pulling her tightly to him, she truly did feel like she was home and had no desire to be anywhere else.
She bit the corner of her lip thinking about how sweet he had tasted. A little like butterscotch, but not quite, which had surprised her as she hadn't seen him drinking anything but water. A taste that she hadn't gotten enough of and wondered when she could have more.
Of course, thinking about how he tasted led her to thoughts of the many kisses they had shared the night of their dinner date to Toscano's. When they had arrived back at her apartment and she had lain in his arms, kissing him, touching him, his taste like wine, his pasta, the rum she had poured them and something that was so uniquely him, she hadn't been able to get enough. That they had simultaneously realized that a point of no return had almost been reached and had chosen to back off at the same time, was what made him so special. Would any other man that she had ever dated done the same? She didn't think so.
Tearing her thoughts away from a set of lips that were getting her worked up just from thinking about them, she looked back out at sea to let the cool air tame her ardor. A lone bird was circling and, following his path of flight, she watched it fly off up the beach before landing next to… "Killian," she yelled and took off running up the beach toward the very man who had been leading her thoughts in directions not meant for the public. When she got close enough to see the smile on his face, she dug in a little deeper and jumped into his arms knowing without a doubt that he would catch her.
"How? Why?" she kept repeating over and over as she peppered his face with kisses, never landing in one place for very long before moving on to another area.
He cupped her face with his hands. "I've missed you," he whispered before covering her lips with his. When their mouths touched, the world seemed to stop, wrapping them in a little bubble where the only thing that mattered was how well they meshed together. How easily his tongue slid over hers, sipping, sucking, moving easily from a shallow kiss to something deeper, threatening to take her very breath.
When they broke apart, he tucked her against his side and they began walking back toward her things. "How are you here?" She was so happy to see him, yet so very shocked at the same time.
He smiled down at her, "You did say something about wanting to see my will, didn't you?"
She turned toward him and wrapped both her arms around his middle while they walked. "That's right I did. Ready to show it to me?"
He gave her a teasing smile. "Anytime, anywhere, babe," and then laughed at the shocked look on her face. Lifting her chin up slightly with his finger, he kissed her. "You should know, love, I'm always up," he popped his p, and winked at her before continuing, "that won't ever change with you in my life."
Emma shook her head at him, and sat down on the towel, pulling him down with her. "You're trouble."
He grinned, "Aye, that's what me mum used to say, but she loved me anyway." He laid down bringing her into the circle of his arms, settling her head onto his shoulder while gently rubbing his fingers along her side. "This is nice. I've been thinking of it all day."
She didn't think he was aware of her body's reaction to his gentle ministrations but everywhere he touched became highly sensitized, waiting and watching, never completely relaxing. Focusing on what he was saying and not on the way he was making her feel was not the easiest and she had to admit that quite often while he was telling her about his day, her thoughts had veered into dangerous territory. None more so than when she slid her hand up his hard abs to tangle in the swirls of hair visible from the V in his shirt, and he groaned in pleasure, making her realize she had no idea what he had just been talking about.
Kilian's voice trailed off, "Emma?" His came out sounding strangled and tight.
"What?" She pushed herself up on an elbow so she could look down into his face.
"You know what I need?" His pupils were large, even in the light, almost covering the blue of his eyes and they burned into hers, searing her soul.
She didn't answer him with words but bent down covering his mouth with hers. He immediately opened his lips rolling them onto their sides, aligning their bodies. As the kiss continued to deepen, he palmed her behind, tugging her even closer, inserting one leg between hers and pushing it tight against her body. Emma's breath left and she had no thoughts but to capture that elusive feeling that was rising up inside of her. Pushing herself against his leg, her slow movements applied just the right pressure in just the right place. Higher and higher she rode, her hand moving up and down Killian's back, before slipping into his back pocket pushing his hips into hers even more. She could feel what she was doing to him and, wanting nothing more than to experience it with him, she poured herself into the kiss.
Killian moved his hand, tangling his fingers in her blonde locks, pulling her head back and burying his lips against her neck. He couldn't stop himself from latching on, where he would suck just hard enough to bring a little sting, and then he would immediately soothe the sting with his tongue. She moaned and her hips picked up speed, creating both heaven and hell at the very same time. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to continue before the place of no return was reached, but she felt so good, he was willing to endure a little more pain.
From a distance, Killian heard a buzzing that would stop, and then start up again, like a swarm of bees or a pesky fly that is persistent in your ear. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer, blurting, "Bloody hell, Emma! What is that infernal noise?"
Emma gazed at him, still in an erotic haze, hearing but not registering, her lips still swollen from his kisses. Finally, as if awakening from a trance, her eyes cleared and as she registered the sound, she clambered away to dig through her bag. Pulling out her phone, he saw her eyes go round and her face lose color as she read a text message and immediately listened to her voice message. When her hands dropped in her lap and tears filled her eyes, he felt fear.
"Emma?" He moved closer to her and reached down for her hands, squeezing her fingers. "What happened?"
She leaned her head against his shoulder, "It's Blue, Killian." She stopped to rummage in her bag for a tissue before continuing, "She had a heart attack and is in the CCU at Mass General. Will you take me?" She raised her eyes to his while waiting for his answer.
"Of course, love." They picked up the towel and while she was putting on her shoes, he folded it, storing it back in the bag. Taking her hand, he led her to the car and they left the beach for the drive to Massachusetts General Hospital.
Cs~cs~cs
They got off on the Cardiac Care Unit floor and were walking down the hall toward the waiting room when Killian spotted Victor Whale walking toward them, a chart under his arm.
"Jones," he shook Killian's hand, "looks like you found your girl." He smiled at them standing closely together.
"Aye, Whale, I did. This is Emma." He pulled her closer to his side afraid that she would fall. "We're here to check on a friend of hers, Blue..."
"Emma?" Ruby, recognizing Killian's voice, came out of an open door.
"Oh, Ruby," Emma rushed forward and hugged her friend. "What happened?"
Ruby sniffed and wiped her eyes, "I don't know exactly. Marion found her collapsed on the floor of her office and called 911. I told her to stay with the kids, then I called you and here we are." She frowned and looked back and forth between Emma and Killian. "Where were you, by the way? It's not like you to take so long responding."
Emma felt her face flame and looking over at Killian saw the tips of his ears turning red. "I was drawing at the beach and Killian found me." She shrugged her shoulders, "Besides you know how noisy the beach can be?"
Ruby raised a brow, and then smiled mischievously, and flicked her long red nail, pushing Emma's collar aside, and winked, "Good thing Killian found you, isn't it?"
Emma pulled her collar closer and moved her hair around front, "Sorry, Ruby."
Tucking her arm through Emma's, she turned toward what was assumed to be Blue's room. "Victor said she may need a pacemaker in the future. In the meantime, they are going to try a medication to see if that helps the arrhythmia and if not, they will cross that bridge then."
Just before they crossed the threshold into the room, Emma turned, making eye contact with Killian and mouthed, "Victor?" Making him wonder just how long Ruby had been trying to reach Emma on the phone.
Victor halted outside the hospital room, I thought you and Robin had something going today?"
"We pulled out. Fine by me though, as I'm happy I was there for Emma."
Victor smirked, "Yes, it was apparent by that mark on her neck how happy you were to be needed."
"Bloody hell, Whale, are we in grammar school still?" He peeked in the door of Blue's room to check on the girls and saw them standing close together next the bed. "Is Emma's Blue really going to be fine?"
Victor peered around him to see in the room. "Barring any complications, she should be fine, but will be in here a few days." He checked his watch, "If you'll excuse me, I have rounds."
"Thanks, Victor. Catch you later."
cs~cs~cs
She looks so still," Emma whispered to Ruby as they stood next to Blue's bed waiting for her to open her eyes.
Ruby squeezed her hand, "She does, but you know it won't last. She'll wake up and begin giving orders just like always.
"I know." She looked around the room, noticing that Blue was hooked up to an IV pole that was steadily sending something to her body as well as a machine that displayed the steady beep beep of her heart. "So, Victor? How did that come about?"
Ruby smiled down at her, "I'll tell you about Victor if you tell me about that mark on your neck."
She changed the subject as the guilt was almost overwhelming what had started out as one of the best days of her life. "I'm sorry I took so long to answer the phone and you had to be here alone, Ruby," she subconsciously rubbed the spot that just a short time ago Killian had been lavishing with attention.
"Emma," Ruby began, "we love you but you aren't expected to be the savior of us all. You are allowed to have a life, you know." She looked toward the door, "And if spending time with a certain hunky man who nibbles on your neck, well more power to you, I say," she finished just as Blue opened her eyes.
Killian stepped into the room and watched Emma fingering the mark he had left behind just a few hours ago. He probably should apologize for leaving it but if truth be known and circumstances were different, he currently would be busy leaving marks in quite a few other places not as easily seen. However, that train of thought did nothing for his body's state of discomfort.
When she turned and walked his way, he opened his arms, folding them around her lithe frame as she leaned against his chest. "What can I do for you, Swan?" He wished he could take away her pain but would settle if she just shared her burden, even a small amount.
She looked up at him, a pensive expression on her face while her teeth worried her bottom lip. "I wouldn't say no to a grilled cheese and onion rings."
Kissing her on the cheek, he smiled, thinking of a good place to procure those not far away. "I know just the place." After obtaining Ruby's order, he was on his way to Granny's to get Emma the best grilled cheese in Boston.
Not long after Killian left, Dr. Whale came in to check on Blue and Emma studied Ruby's reaction to him. She practically drooled over the poor man, and as he examined the patient, she never moved far away. However, to be fair, it wasn't all one-sided as he did his share of yearning, too, with lingering looks, gentle touches, and flashes of his dimples. As soon as he gave them an update and left the room, Emma looked at Ruby, amazement all over her face.
Trying to ignore her, Ruby pretended to study her nails, but finally tossed her long hair over her shoulder and cracked a smile, "What?"
Giving an exaggerated eye roll, Emma snorted, "Seriously? That's all you're going to say?"
"I like him," She giggled, her smile wide and wolfish, showing lots of teeth. "In fact, I invited him to the Halloween Party."
Emma's brows went up, "Oh?" The fact that Ruby had invited someone she just met to the House was interesting indeed.
Caving under Emma's inquisition, Ruby shared the whole story about how, when he had treated Blue, in the beginning, they had recognized each other from the Lucky Strike. And then he asked if she knew Emma and the next thing she knew they had exchanged numbers and he had taken her for coffee. "And now that I have addressed your questions, it's your turn." She leaned forward moving aside Emma's collar. "Spill the details, my friend."
Emma opened her mouth two or three times, but nothing came out. She wasn't quite the 'kiss and tell' kind of girl that Ruby was but she guessed Ruby deserved some information. "It was..." she got out, only to be saved by the opening of the door.
With his hands full, Killian turned to back into the room when he heard Ruby asking Emma to spill the details, and couldn't help his curiosity at what she might say. When she hesitated, he decided she might need saving and continued on into the room, "Granny's to Go, anyone?"
Emma gave him a smile of gratitude, and while it could have been for the meal, he decided to take it as a 'thanks for saving me' smile. Passing out their food, he ended up telling the story about how he had discovered Granny's, but once dinner was over, he knew it was time for him to take his leave.
"Emma, love," he held out his hand, "walk me out?"
Goodbyes were made and they walked quietly down the hallway toward the elevator, where he moved her into a quiet alcove, pulled her into his arms and covered her lips. Kissing her reminded him of what had been happening with them earlier in the day, making him want all over again. Groaning, he felt his body tightening and before things got too uncomfortable, he disengaged and pushed the elevator button.
Emma gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She whispered quietly.
He kissed her hand and quipped, "It's not like it's been the first time a part of my anatomy has been blue because of you, Swan."
"Just so you know," she smiled shyly, "you're not the only one who's uncomfortable."
A pained expression crossed his face, "Bloody hell Emma. Don't leave me with the vision of you pleasuring yourself, unless..."
She jammed her hands in her back pockets, shrugged a shoulder and gave him a flirty smile, "Unless?"
His look was seductive as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in. "Mutual facetime?" He winked just as the doors shut.
Late October
Killian and Robin arrived at the Home together, but in separate cars and stood back to admire the decorations that some of the residents had spread around the lawn. "Looks really good, I'd say," Robin commented as they walked up the steps and rang the button. "Why are we here early again?"
Killian shrugged a shoulder as he finished buttoning the red vest and stuck one arm into the sleeve of the long, black, leather duster he had chosen. "This bugger's heavy," he moaned as he slipped it on the other arm. "But I do look rather dashing, don't you think?"
Robin smirked, "I'm not sure that's the word I would use but if it makes you happy, I'll not argue at this time." He adjusted his cape and reseated the quiver he had tossed over his shoulder. "Now I, on the other hand..." he started to say before the door opened, leaving both men looking daft as they stood there in shock.
Killian struggled to close his mouth and think of something to say but as nothing could have prepared him for what he was witnessing, he found himself speechless. Glancing at Robin showed that he was experiencing the same feelings and after a few minutes of silence Sister Blue took pity on them and waved them inside with what appeared to be a wand.
"Boys," she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with mirth, "what's the problem? Never met a blue fairy?"
Recovering first, Killian swallowed audibly, "I can't say I have, but you look quite fetching if I may say so. Much better than that hospital gown you were sporting when last our paths crossed."
She blushed, "No wonder Emma adores you. You do have a way with words."
The same silly grin that always crossed his face when Emma's name was mentioned made an appearance, "She said that? She adores me?" He stood up a little taller and puffed out his chest. "Forgive me manners," he turned up the accent, "allow me to introduce my good friend Robin Locksley, but tonight he is Robin Hood."
"Enchante, Sister, I've heard so much about you and your wonderful work here with the children. Where would you like us to start?"
Killian rolled his eyes at the way his friend had gone from grousing to simpering fool in the presence of a female.
Blue met his gaze and winked before turning around, "Follow me, boys, we have some work to do."
cs~cs~cs
Emma had class the night of the Halloween party, and so she was riding with Ruby who had brought the yellow bug all the way to Cambridge to pick her up along with Elsa. Unpacking the items that she had picked up from the costume shop she shook out the long dress with its voluminous skirt and low-cut bodice, snickering at what she imagined Killian's expression to be when he saw her. Something told her he was going to be gobsmacked and if a little luck was on their side they would end up back here, finishing what they had started a few weeks ago. Her patience had grown thin.
On the off chance, her wish came true, she had purchased new lingerie from the Victoria's Secret catalog she found lying around the TA's office and planned to wear it under her dress. Cream satin panties and a strapless bra with tiny pink ribbons holding the center of the cups and the sides of her panties together. One tug was all that would be required before they fell at her feet, a surprise she expected Killian to enjoy.
Showered, lotioned and silky smooth, she slipped on the new garments, admiring the way they looked against her skin. A petticoat and then the long dress was pulled over her head, leaving only the bodice left to close. Pulling the strings, she tightened the top but left a decent amount of cleavage showing, thinking an evening of foreplay would push their willpower to new levels, but one spark to the fuse and a veritable powder keg of emotion would likely combust.
cs~cs~cs
Killian sat at a table surrounded by several females, all underage, all vying for his attention, and his patience for fending off nubile adolescents with friendly banter had just about reached its end. If Emma didn't show up shortly, he was planning to go hide in a powder room he had discovered down a hallway, away from the festivities, and best of all, away from feeling like a prize being dangled on the end of a line.
"Where is she?" he thought again, just as the woman front and center on his mind, dropped her hands down on the table in front of him.
"What are you boys playing?" She asked in a sultry voice, her bodice drooping to reveal treasures inside that he planned to explore very soon.
Emma had arrived at the party and immediately started looking for her man. She was dying to see what he had chosen to wear to depict Captain Hook, but if she knew him, sexy would take precedence over silly as Hook was so often represented in the Disney movies. When she spotted him sauntering toward a table, she had to grab on to the wall to catch her breath.
"I am so dead," she sighed as she cataloged his outfit from head to foot. Large collar black shirt, unbuttoned down to the middle of his torso, covered by a double breasted red brocade vest, topping black leather britches that hugged in all the appropriate places and all topped by a black leather duster that swirled around his calves as he walked. And if that weren't enough, he had added rings, chains and if, she wasn't mistaken, outlined his eyes with black eyeliner, bringing out their blue and adding to his mysterious air.
As she watched him sit, she shook her head because just like the first day he had modeled for her class, he was quickly surrounded by females, all vying for his attention in one form or another. A look of annoyance crossed his face several times, and his eyes constantly scanned the crowd, looking for her no doubt, but seeing the patience with which he responded to each person made her love him more. "There," she thought, "I finally admitted it," and giggled with relief for allowing the thought to fully form in her head. "I love him, and tonight I'm not only going to show him but also tell him."
Determined to claim her man, she made her way over to where he was sitting and leaned over the table, allowing her bodice to droop, knowing that her new satin was on display, as were the parts spilling out over the top. As soon as he had heard her voice and looked up at her, Killian's mouth dropped open and the most delicious look covered his face.
When he looked up into his Swan's eyes and saw her standing there, wearing a low-cut dress meant to tempt even the strongest man and sporting a sly smile that said she understood just what he was thinking, his brain ceased to function as all its blood flew south. Licking his lips, allowing a little time for recovery, he smiled up at her, "Swan, I've been waiting for you."
"I see you've had company while you've been waiting, though." She looked toward the girls seated next to him, "Violet, Grace, give us a minute?"
He noticed the sour look they shot her way before standing up, but not without taking the opportunity to rub against him once more, making him grit his teeth as they walked away. "Nicely done, love. Care to come and sit? I'd come to you but am afraid I'd embarrass myself."
She smirked at him as she moved around the table, sitting with her back to it, and close to the V of his legs where he sat straddling the bench. Her nearness was doing things to his body that might not be appropriate in this type of setting and he promised himself that after a few more impure thoughts, he would be nice the rest of the night. Leaning closer, he kissed her neck just under her left ear, smiling to himself when he caught her shudder and heard her barely-there moan.
She leaned into him even more and turned to him offering her lips. He could no more resist them then a thirsty man could resist water, and captured them in a thoroughly satisfying but all too short kiss. Deciding that if he continued playing with fire, he most certainly would get burned and embarrass himself, and quite possibly Emma, he forced himself to turn his attention to the party. "So, Swan, tell me about your friends."
When he released her lips and sat back trying to get himself under control, Emma licked her lips slowly, savoring his taste while working on her breathing and slowing down her pulse. When he had asked about the party goers, she was relieved one of them could be strong, because any more hot kisses and she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop.
Looking around the room, she smiled at the costumes that people were wearing, and spotting her best friends, took Killian's hand and pointed, "Little Red Riding Hood is, of course, Ruby, and the very pregnant woman over there," she pointed to where Ashley, who was rubbing her stomach slowly, was sitting next to Marion, "is Ashley, and she is married to Sean."
When she finally found the Sisters, who were manning the table where all the food was laid out, she explained how Blue mothered everyone. And Sisters Green and Astrid were considered the big sisters who often shared their secrets. "It wasn't the same as growing up with a mother and father but we were a family," she finished quietly.
He moved closer to her on the bench, "How did you come to be here, Swan?"
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she opened up to him about her beginnings and told him about being left when she was just hours old. "You know, I used to wonder what it was about me that made them not want me but as I got older, I realized I was luckier than a lot of other children in the world. I had Ruby and Ashley and Blue, Green and Astrid. And now," she hesitated and smiled at him, through slightly misty eyes.
"You have me," he finished for her.
Cupping his cheek, she leaned in for a kiss. "And I have you," she repeated.
They stared at each other, getting lost in each other's eyes, wishing they were alone, but knowing it would be at least a few more hours. Killian cleared his throat, "When is your friend's baby due?" He asked as he watched Ashley stand up and move off down a hallway in a waddling motion.
Emma smiled at her friend's way of walking, "Oh, she's not due for another month, around Thanksgiving, I believe, but she's milking the pregnant belly thing."
When Ashley disappeared from sight, Emma resumed her perusal of the room and noticed that Sean was locked in some game with Robin and a new little boy to the house, Roland. Look at Robin, she pointed at them across the room. "He looks like he's having a good time."
"Aye, that he does, but that doesn't surprise me," Killian smiled at Robin's enthusiasm for the game, "he will be a wonderful father someday."
Watching a tender smile cross his face, she had to know, "Do you want children someday, Killian?"
Killian watched Emma's expressions change as she talked about her friends and family growing up in this House. He had known for a while that he was in love with her, but knowing what a remarkable woman she was after such a daunting beginning, he loved her even more. He was hopeful that he would be able to share that revelation with her before long.
When she asked him if he wanted children, her question surprised him, as he wasn't aware that he had been so transparent. "Aye, Swan, I do, very much. And you? Do you want children?"
She didn't look away but didn't answer for so long a part of him prepared for the worst, but as soon as that shy smile appeared, he relaxed his body waiting for her response. "I used to never let myself think about that possibility because what do I know about being a mother? But," she smiled at him, rubbing her hand along his thigh, "lately I've been thinking maybe."
Her answer sent his heart soaring, for he knew without any question that her feelings for him were a part of why she was thinking of a future and a family. Without thinking, which happened quite often when he was around her, he acted, cupping her face and kissing her, pouring everything he was feeling into that kiss. Gently releasing her lips, he stood up, pulling her with him and into his arms. "You're dangerous. Shall we mingle?"
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After leaving Killian with Robin, Roland, and Sean, Emma found Ruby fussing over Ashley. "Ashley? Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm just tired, Em, that's all." She took their hands and moved to a small sofa off in a corner and sank down, sighing loudly and rubbing the bottom of her distended stomach. Noticing both Ruby and Emma looking on with concern, she shushed them, "It's just Braxton Hicks, which are very common. Now enough about me," she squeezed Emma's hand, "you like him, don't you?"
Looking over where he was still playing games with Robin and a few others, she smiled. "I more than like him. I love him," she shared with her two friends.
"Oh, Emma, that's wonderful," they said simultaneously before Ruby continued, "and he loves you." She said it with such finality that Emma believed it to be true.
"I hope so." She looked at Ruby, "Where's Victor tonight? I thought he was coming?"
Ruby made a face, "He was planning on it but an emergency came up and he was called into the hospital. But if I'm going to be with a doctor, I'd better get used to it." Ashley and Emma made sympathetic noises as Elsa and Marion walked over to see what they had missed.
Conversation flowed easily, and eventually Blue, Green, and Astrid had joined the circle of women. Elsa and Marion were the only two who hadn't been around when they were children, and like other times, they started telling stories of when they had been young. The stories were not all about one girl, nor were they about the same girl, but moved around, each having her turn for a rather embarrassing event. Knowing the stories by heart, Emma listened with half an ear, and feeling eyes on her, looked into the heated stare of her man. Feeling a blush rise, she sent him a quick smile and turned back to the conversation at hand.
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Killian looked around the room at all the people and wondered how much longer before he would get to that alone time that Emma had been promising him. Since that day at the beach when he had gotten a tiny taste of how she would feel in his arms, he had been counting the minutes until all of his dreams could come true and he would have her in his arms, in his bed, clothing definitely not an option.
He had been watching her all evening, moving from group to group, so comfortable with all these people and in this setting that he had never been prouder that she was his as he was at this very minute. She wasn't pretentious or fake, but 100% real and he wanted nothing more than to show her how he was feeling. And with their luck, there always seemed to be someone or something that was in the way.
As she walked by him, he grabbed her elbow to get her attention and then tugged her down a side hallway into a powder room, off limits to guests. Once inside he shut and locked the door, pulling her in front of him to face the mirror that reflected back at them; a bar wench and the pirate who had been needing to do some plundering all evening long. Dropping his hook attachment into the sink with a clank, he moved her hair aside, rubbing his cheek against the short, soft hairs that rested just below her ear.
"You have tempted me all evening, wench," he breathed into her ear, eliciting a shiver and a tightening of her body.
She let her head drop back on his shoulder, turning her lips against his jaw. "And you don't think I haven't been tempted, seeing you strut around in those tight leather pants all evening that covered your," she flicked her eyes downward in the mirror, "rather delectable assets?" she reproached him.
He kissed his way down to her collarbone until his lips came into contact with the gathered neckline covering woman that he hadn't seen, hadn't held in his hands or kissed with his lips. Too long, he thought. It's been too long.
Running his lips back up toward her ear, and then back down again, he tasted every inch with his lips and tongue, reaching around with his fingers to gently tug the strings holding the sides of her dress together.
"Killian," she breathed out, "please, touch me."
"I thought you would never ask," he murmured, his hands loosening the ties completely, causing the bodice to gap open, revealing her perfect, mouthwatering body. She dropped her arms, letting the top to slide off, allowing him a view that was quite unexpected. His very own Victoria's Secret model come to life. All cream satin and bows, with no straps and held up by woman, his woman. One tug and it was just like opening a gift on Christmas Day, as the wrapping was nice but what was beneath was even nicer.
All pearly white and pink, soft and sweet and smelling like heaven waiting to journey with him to the stars. He reverently ran his hands up, around and over, lingering to measure the weight of each, knowing they didn't have all night but hoping they had long enough.
She didn't say anything, just stood there quietly as he touched and explored, using his hands and fingers to massage where soft, and pinch and lightly tweak where hard. "You are so beautiful, Swan. Do you know how often I've lain in my solitary bed at night staring at the ceiling, dreaming of you, of this?"
She turned in his arms, twining hers around his neck, "And I of you, Killian. Is this real? Are you real?"
He didn't say anything, as this was one time when actions were much more important than words. Staring into her eyes, dark with emotion and her lips so close, all conscious control vanished and he sank into her mouth just as he wished to sink into her body.
Bloody hell, she tasted sweet, and she felt so good in his arms, his control was quickly growing thin. Wanting to be horizontal, he did a swift inventory of their surroundings: a tiny vanity, a tile floor, not large enough, and nary a chair in sight, leaving the wall their only option. He could deal with gravity, but leaving this room without either being sated was not an option he wanted to explore.
"Emma, this is not how I envisioned our first time together," he sighed into her mouth, "but I don't think I can wait."
She moaned in agreement, "Hurry, please hurry," she begged as he scooped her up, pinning her against the door.
He leaned in to kiss her neck, gently suckling, moving lower to explore her exposed bits, eliciting moans from her, as her rib cage heaved and she threaded her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Pushing up miles of skirt, he slid his hand up her silky thigh, seeking stretchy lace and filmy silk covering tender lady parts, he couldn't wait to touch, taste and get inside. Deep inside. Now, he thought as the need inside of him took control, demanding escape now.
"A little help with the laces," he begged, separating them just enough for her to reach her hands down, pulling them loose so his trousers immediately bagged around his knees.
Her thighs trembled. He slid his fingers under the elastic toward her center, her heat reaching out to touch his skin, giving him a touch of paradise-
Rap, rap, rap. "Emma? Killian? You in there?"
Rap, rap, rap, rap, louder this time accompanied by a rattling of the locked door. "Emma, I'm sorry sweetie, but Ashley's water broke. We need you," they heard Ruby call.
"Bloody hell," Killian stepped back allowing Emma to slide down until she was standing on her own feet once again. He tightened his pants over his aching flesh and pressed his hand against the door to keep from sending his fist through the wall.
Emma's shuffling movements brought him back to the present as she put her bodice to rights and looked up at him with eyes blown wide and lips swollen from their passionate encounter. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He pulled her in for a tight hug, "Never apologize for having friends who love you, Swan. Our time will come. Go on, I need a minute."
She splashed cool water on her face, before turning to unlock the door, pulling it open and slipping through, shutting it softly behind her.
Making sure he was decent, and happy for a long coat, he picked up his hook, jammed it in his pocket and left the room, thinking that there was no way she was going home alone tonight.
I'm sorry, not. I will tell you though that beginning with Chapter 7, I am going to have 2 sections for the story. This story will remain a T rating and then the new one will be over that line into the M rating world. You can choose which you prefer. As always, thank you for reading and let me know what you thought of the chapter.