Killian and David changed their clothes while Henry and Will took the wheel. As they were about to re-emerge on deck a few minutes later – David in fresh jeans and a sweater, Killian in leathers that his father seemed to have packed away in his wardrobe - they heard the women talking and laughing and arguing. They stopped dead on hearing their names, both of them listening in on the women's conversation.
"I guess it makes sense that the demon of the Underworld is tempting, though," Snow was laughing. David stilled his breathing and listened in. "It's incredible how much he looks like Hook."
"And you had your head in his lap, Emma?" Belle gasped. In the corridor below deck, Killian's whole body went rigid.
"You are deliberately misinterpreting my story!" Emma protested. "He put me under and laid me out under a tree," Killian clenched his fists and stared straight ahead. "My point is that he desperately wanted me to see him as a father, I think probably as a means of getting Killian to do the same."
"So he's manipulating you." Regina concluded.
"No, I think he's just anxious for Killian to forgive him, and he wants a family. He wants me and the baby to be his daughter and his grandchild, and I think he feels more certain he'll get that than that he'll get his son's love or respect."
David could hear Snow patting his daughter. "You're placing a lot of faith in a devil," she counselled softly.
"I placed a lot of faith in a bloodthirsty pirate, and that's worked out pretty well so far," Emma shrugged.
David looked over at Killian, and he could see the anger over Davy Jones still bubbling away.
"Do not dare go near my daughter until you calm down," he told the pirate harshly.
Killian glared at him. "It's not Emma I'm angry with." He forced his anger down and fixed his eyes on David. "No, I have other plans for Emma…"
"Tell me you are not directing any of that anger Emma's way." David had his hand on Killian's shoulder, pushing it into the wall and waiting for a clear answer.
Killian's eyes cleared and he looked at David's eyes with total honesty. "I would never hurt Emma. Never. I would never touch her in anger."
"That's the sort of thing that's easy to say, and harder to live, especially when you're burning up with rage," David kept at it, considering Killian's reactions. "And you look ready to boil over."
"David…" Killian tried to shake off the prince's hand without success. "Emma nearly died just now. I admit I still have that adrenaline running through my system. It does make me want to take her to the mast and…"
David voluntarily let go of Killian. He threw up his arm defensively. "Whatever you're planning to do to my daughter, I don't want details and I don't want any of it happening on deck. Please, I'm asking nicely, take her to your quarters. Do not scar Henry. Or me." He looked Hook over one last time, and he could see why Emma trusted him. Even now, he knew Captain Hook posed no threat to his little girl.
Killian followed David up to the deck. He didn't want to hear more of the conversation. He walked up to where Emma, Regina, Snow and Belle were relaxing on the deck, catching each other up on all that had happened. He silently held out his hand to Emma and pulled her up to him. She tottered slightly in her inappropriate footwear and dress.
"You should probably get changed, love," he said carefully. Regina watched him, looking for signs that she should stop him walking off with her friend. Emma caught it too. Killian was brooding and angry under the calm exterior.
"All right," Emma gave him a small smile, trying to relax him.
"I have some clothes in my – our - quarters," he gave her hand an almost imperceptible tug. "Let's go find you something to wear." Emma followed him back below deck and to his – okay, their - quarters.
Her back hit door hard as soon it was shut, Killian pinning her against it with his body, her feet suspended a couple of inches off the floor as he kissed her breathless. When he broke the kiss, he eased back and she dropped the rest of the way to the floorboards, her spike heels landing with a dull thump near his boots. His fingers ran along the neckline of her dress, thumbing the material and dipping down between her breasts.
"Did my father give you this gown?"
Emma shook her head. "I conjured it… for you," she whispered, a tiny bit concerned at where his mood might be heading. "Of course, I didn't tell him about the lingerie I created… that's just for your eyes." She looked him through her lashes, hoping a bit of sub/dom roleplay would set him right. After all, he's spent a few weeks at the mercy of her mood swings over far less cause; she owed him one.
"He's seen you in the dress, so get rid of it," Killian growled. Emma stepped forward a half pace, pressing her breasts against his chest, and murmured, "It laces up the back. You'll have to help me untie it."
Killian gathered her long hair and wrapped it loosely around his fist. The he pulled the ribbon at the top of the dress and slowly unpicked the lacing, until it hung open enough to drop to the floor. She was left in a red strapless bra and tiny lace knickers. Normally he would have whistled at her, or grinned, or made some appreciative comment, but now he just ran his eyes over her critically. The only evidence she had of his approval was a noticeable and growing bulge in his leather trousers.
He turned his back on her and made his way slowly to the solid chair behind his desk. She followed. He flipped back around, facing her, and pressed his thumb against lips, forcing them open. He kissed her again, long and deep, leaving his hand on her jaw and his thumb between her molars, restricting her movement as he took what he wanted from that kiss.
Killian then pushed her roughly to her knees in front of the desk chair. He settled himself onto the edge, leaning forward slightly, legs spread, and threaded one hand carelessly into her hair. His fingertips pressed into the back of her head, forcing her to shuffle forward on her knees, her nose level with the laces of his trousers.
"Something you're after, Captain?" Emma licked her lips, still enjoying their roleplay.
Without saying a word, Killian began to untie his trousers. He slid them lower on his hips. Then he just raised an eyebrow at her. "Do I even need to give the order, lass? You know what's expected."
Emma scrambled to obey; his words had her dripping beneath her gown. She buried her face in his trousers, using her tongue and lips to lick and suck him out of the leather. She used her hands to pull the material slightly lower. The she licked him in short, needy pants from root to tip, covering every inch of skin along his cock and stopping at last to suck shallowly on the tip, her tongue pressed into the sensitive spot near the head.
Killian then brought both his hands to the side of her head and interlocked his fingers in her hair. He held her steady. "Open wide, love," he warned her, then began to shift his hips up, fucking her mouth and throat. He didn't fuck her too far or too hard, but Emma suddenly twigged that this wasn't exactly a roleplay. He wasn't playing at being Captain Hook; he was Captain Hook, and she really was on her knees in front of him, on his ship. His father really was the keeper of the Underworld, and Killian really thought she was playing some sort of flirtatious Daddy game with Jones. She could interpret it as good-natured sexual experimentation if she liked, but something a bit more serious was in play here.
Usually Emma felt firmly in control when she gave a blow job, and this was not that. Killian had, as usual, arranged them so that he was looking straight into her eyes, but she couldn't read his expression. This time he was watching with undisguised lust as she took it, so he could watch her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat over and over.
Emma knew – okay, hoped - that Captain Hook or no, he would stop if she wanted to. So she tested the theory. She put one hand on his knee and pushed back. He released her head immediately, pulled out of her mouth and let her gasp for air. He gave her a look of pure concern, "Emma, are you all right? Am I hurting you, love?"
She grinned at him; she loved him. "Just fine, Captain," she carried on, "just needed to see you better." She rocked forward and licked his cock from base to tip. "Shall we continue?"
Killian's head slumped back for a moment as she took him back in her mouth. She brought her hands up to cup his balls, gently teasing and stroking. He began to move a bit faster, chasing his own satisfaction, and he went back to holding her head steady where he wanted it. Finally she felt him start to tremble and pulse, and he came in hard bursts down her throat, his hands gripping fistfuls of her hair as she swallowed him down.
He released her hair and eased himself out of her mouth. He sat for moment watching her face, his thumb rubbing circles into her jaw. Then he lowered himself onto the floor next to her, leaning back against the desk, and he gathered her into his arms. "Emma, I love you," he said, balancing his forehead against hers. "You are so beautiful. And incredibly understanding." He kissed her gently. "Thank you for indulging me."
Emma looked into his eyes. "You need to understand that your father is not a threat to you where I am concerned. Far beyond me not wanting that, he doesn't either," she said, holding his gaze levelly. "Get over that, okay? I am yours, the Jolly Roger is yours. Whatever he did to you, and to Liam, he is only trying to protect you, and me, and Henry, and our baby. Okay?"
Killian breathed out. "Am I allowed to kiss you?" he asked, without answering her question, "Am I forgiven?" Emma nodded. He kissed her very gently, with all the love she knew he felt for her. Admitting to himself that his father was not the villain he had always imagined would take time.
Emma smiled back. "I am still sitting here in this incredible outfit," she glanced down at her bra and knickers. "Are you not going to take advantage of it, Captain?"
Killian picked her up, carried her over to the bed, and took full advantage of it.
…
David watched as a smiling, relaxed Captain Hook, sans hook, returned to the helm a couple of hours later. Henry and Will had done a good job of taking them out to sea, north-east as Killian had ordered. David knew he needed to get over it, but he couldn't help feeling strange about the fact that the raging pirate was now all good humour because… well, he didn't want to think about the reason. He tried to ignore Emma as she emerged on deck, still in that red dress that Killian had now decided he rather liked, and made her way over to Snow with a blissful smile on her lips.
"So, Dave…" Killian clapped him on the back. "Did my father leave us with a set of instructions, or are we to sprinkle fairy dust over the mainsail and think happy thoughts?" Killian grinned at David. "Because I am certainly thinking happy thoughts right now."
David shuddered. He retrieved a scroll from his coat pocket and handed it to Killian. "The location requires a better knowledge of the stars than I have…"
Killian studied the star chart in his hands. It was written in proper ink, from a quill, in a looping, elegant script. Killian had seen that writing before in a book in Liam's extensive collection – his father's writing.
"Aye, we will be here, beneath the constellation Pegasus, within an hour. What then?"
"Well, then we pour Regina's fairy dust across the deck from the crow's nest. And then... you pick our destination, visualise it, and…"
"Emma kisses me and takes us there," Killian completed the thought. David nodded. "We've done this before," he explained.
David headed across the deck to inform the others, and Emma came to stand beside Killian. He shifted her so that she stood between him and the ship's wheel, and then got one arm around her to nestle her back into his chest. He had dreamed of this, Emma snuggled against him while he steered the Jolly off to her next adventure. His hand slid down to stroke her lower abdomen, appreciating for the moment that he had everything he wanted – Emma, his baby, his ship – in his arms, before whatever came next tried to take one or all away from him.
Emma tilted her head up to kiss his neck, where she could feel his pulse beating under her lips. "Are we almost there?"
"Aye, a few minutes more. Are you ready to say good-bye to The Land Without Magic again, at least for a while? I know this place is your home…"
"It was," Emma nodded. "I admit I enjoyed New York. Well, until the other realms started to intrude and try to kill us all." She shrugged. "Anyway, I never really had a home. Not like you have here." She ran her hand over the polished wood of the wheel. "My home is wherever you and Henry are."
Killian pressed a kiss into her hair. "I promise that once this is over, you and Henry and the baby and I will have a home, a physical address, wherever you like."
Emma laughed, "Yeah, we all know you can afford it." He grinned at her.
"We're here!" he called across the deck suddenly. "Snow, David, Henry… tie up the sails. Belle and Regina, drop the anchor." He leapt down to help with the sails, and Emma did the same. "Will," he called, and handed him the vial of fairy dust that Regina had brought from Blue, "can you climb up to the crow's nest? At my signal, you'll need to release this across the whole of the ship." Will grabbed the vial and began the long climb to the top of the mast.
With the sails stowed and the anchor in place, Killian grabbed Emma's hand and positioned her against the mast. "Everyone hold fast to the ship," he called. Belle, Regina, Snow, David and Henry all secured themselves to ropes and riggings. The morning light was just starting to colour the horizon, turning it a deep blue with flecks of gold at the edges. Killian closed his eyes and pictured their destination in his mind, his emotional connection to the place. He wrapped his hands around a rope secured to the mast, and Emma wrapped her arms around his waist. He pressed her body against the wood. "Can you see it, love?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Are you sure?"
"Aye." He looked straight up the mast to where Will was perched against the early dawn sky. "Do it, Will!"
Will unstoppered the vial and carefully emptied the contents in a 360 degree arc over the Jolly Roger. It rained down onto the deck like starshine, catching in Emma and Killian's hair and settling on their clothes. The whole ship took on a milky glow against the ocean.
"Well, love, are you going to kiss me?"
Emma held tight to him and looked into his eyes. "Anytime you like, Captain." She brushed her lips against his, opening her mouth as he pressed her head back against the mast and held on tight. As Killian tilted his head to reach deeper into her mouth, the Jolly Roger shimmered, then disappeared. The only sign it had ever been there was a bit of fairy dust, sinking like gemstones into the ocean.