Her body was on fire. Every atom, every cell, and every nerve was pushed to its maximum pleasure. His beard tickled her neck in the most perfect way as he sucked her pulse point in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Harder," She moaned against his lips. He took every command with great pleasure and heeded every request.

Emma could feel herself getting closer, faster than she ever had with any partner. She chased that feeling, hooking her legs around his toned waist welcoming him deeper into her core.

"Killian don't stop!"

Emma's eyes shot open only to see the dark material of her tent and her hand between her legs. Fuck, it was a dream.

Ever since she kissed that stupid pirate all she ever thought about was him. Which was stupid because all that ever happened was one kiss. And she shouldn't even be thinking about him! She's here to find her son! But those gorgeous blue eyes and that rugged smile paired with the irresistible scent of sandalwood and rum drove her crazy. This was the second night in a row that she had an unforgettable sex dream about him. And it was messing with her head! It was so hard to look at him at breakfast thinking "I just had a dream where you fucked me for two hours straight." Her thoughts were consuming her. She couldn't think about anything else but the earth-shattering sex that they had in her mind. If the sex was that good in her dreams how amazing would sex with him actually be?

God, maybe she should talk about it… Maybe that would be the only way for her to get it out of her mind? But who should she confide in? Most certainly not her father. And though her and Regina were becoming friendly she wouldn't consider her a friend at this point. She couldn't believe that she was actually thinking about telling her mother about this but who else would she talk to? A lost boy?

Emma sat up from her poorly constructed bed and crawled out from her tent. Everyone was already up starting the fire. The star of her dream was helping her dad while her mother and Regina were crafting some more rope. The newest addition to their team was starting breakfast. That was a whole nother situation. They just had rescued Neal from the echo caves and being around him was so awkward. He obviously still had feelings for her but those feelings were history. And the love triangle between herself, Killian and Neal was creating some tension. But none of that mattered only Henry did.

"Good morning, love. I gather you slept well, only happy dreams I hope," Killian greeted with an innocent smile as he handed her a cup of coffee.

Oh my god, did he hear her?! "Um, no dreams just sleep," Emma quickly replied with a nervous grin. He smiled back as he made his way back to the fire. She strolled over as casually as she could to her mother trying not to seem like she was internally screaming with embarrassment.

"Morning, Emma!" Her mother chimed. How could she be so cheery all the time she thought to herself.

"Hi, could I talk to you for a second Mary Margaret?" Emma requested pulling her into the woods just on the outskirts of camp.

"Did you hear me at all last night or this morning talking in my sleep?" Emma asked.

"Um, no… Why? Is there something wrong, Emma?" Her mother questioned.

"No… well yes.. sort of maybe?" She groaned conflicted on what to say.

"Emma, talk to me," Snow encouraged.

"Well, I've been having these dreams… Like rated R dreams…" She ever so subtly replied.

"Like does everyone use curse words in the dream?" Snow guessed cocking her head slightly.

Emma shook her head laughing at her sweet innocent mother. "No, like erotic dreams?" Emma confessed not knowing quite how to put it.

"Oh, I see," Her mother nodded, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, and they're about a specific person and they have become really distracting. Whenever I'm around this person I can't focus and I don't know what to do!" Emma whined feeling like a teenager as she buried her face in her hands.

"Do I get to know the name of this person?" Snow implored.

Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's Hook…" Emma exhaled sharply waiting for her mother to comment.

"Oh, well I mean that's not surprising," Snow admitted pursing her lips.

"Really? Because it's surprising to me! I don't understand why I can't get him out of my head! I'm here to find Henry, not to start a relationship! I'm the worst mother on the planet." Emma shouted feeling tears tug her eyes.

"Emma, no you're not! And it's not surprising because I see the way you both look at each other. I admit that when we found Neal I thought that maybe you two would pick off where you left off but after seeing the way Hook treats you and how much he's helped and sacrificed for all of us my opinion of him has changed. Besides look at him! He's practically a Calvin Klein underwear model! How could you not dream about that...:" She smirked at her daughter.

"Omg, Mary Margaret!" Emma complained as she put her hands up signaling her to stop talking.

"Sorry, that's not the point. What I'm saying is, don't close yourself off just because the timing of this sucks or he has a past. When I met your father I was a fugitive just trying to survive. These things don't happen at convenient times but you may be surprised to see where it takes you. Just don't let it drive you crazy Emma. When this is all over you deserve to be happy," Snow assured her daughter.

"Thank you. Just promise you won't say anything to him or anyone okay? I just don't want to deal with it now," She asked. She knew her mom didnt have the best track record with secrets but she's gotten much better.

"Promise." Snow nodded with a smile.

~CS~

"Emma, could you get some more rope from the boat? We are almost out," David asked, his voice pulling her from her daydreaming haze. Emma shook her head and squinted her eyes trying to bring some life back to her face.

"She's a ship, have some respect, mate," Killian rolled his eyes at the unforgivable insult to his most prized possession.

"My sincerest apologies, mate," David sassed back in a fake mocking accent while he started a fire in the middle of camp.

Emma nodded, grabbing her bag as she laughed at the banter between her and Hook and her father. "I'll be back in an hour. We'll make the game plan then."

"Wait, actually no one should be out there alone. Take Hook with you," David shouted across camp, catching Emma before she left. Emma's eyes shot directly to her mother on the other side of the clearing. The look on her face screamed help me but Snow could do was shrug her shoulders back at her daughter.

"That's okay, David I'll only be gone for an hour max," Emma promised, trying to convince her dad that she didn't need a babysitter.

"Nonsense, love, I'm coming with you," Killian nodded making his way over to her. The second their eyes locked and he shot her his famous cheeky grin, Emma knew she was in trouble.

She would never understand how he could simply look at her, and she would melt. The man was gorgeous, anyone could see that. That dark brown hair, somehow perfectly coiffed in this godforsaken humidity, his piercing blue eyes, and that irresistible swagger was a toxic combination that any girl would be crazy not to fall for.

They walked side by side through the beaten path back to the beach. It was about a half mile hike but the terrain was fairly easy. The silence was a bit unsettling for the both of them and Emma made a point to walk a few steps ahead of him, trying to avoid looking at him in the eye.

Killian could feel to overwhelming tension between the two of them and with the help of Emma's mother he finally knew why. It had been like this for a few days now and he wanted things to be like they used to be. He missed the banter and their irrefutable connection. Emma was really his only friend among the group and he felt as if she was gone. "Look, love, I don't want things to be awkward between us, and upon the advice of your mother, I feel that I should address it head-on," Hook interjected, stopping Emma in her tracks.

She froze, completely mortified. What the hell did her mother tell him? What possible advice would she give him on this topic? Every possibility ran through her mind. "Oh my god, she told you? Damn it! I should have known that she can't keep a secret! Look it was just one dream. Okay, maybe two but it was just a dream. Don't read too much into it," Emma waved her hands in front of her hoping that he would just drop the whole conversation for both their sakes.

"Pardon, love? What dream?" Hook asked utterly confused. They were now at a complete stop, face to face. They had made it to the beach and could hear the waves crash on the shore, but the answer to Killian's last question was far more interesting to him than the sound of the sea.

"Shit, nevermind. What was it you wanted to tell me?" Emma mumbled hoping he would just move on.

Killian was growing more puzzled by the second. "What are you talking about Emma? What dream? I was referring to the tension between us after what I said in the echo caves. I know that telling Neal about our shared kiss wasn't the most gentleman thing to do. And what I said in the caves wasn't something you should have heard. I just wanted to apologize and hope this tension would subside," He explained, never breaking eye contact.

"Oh, okay, that's fine Killian just forget it," Emma walked away quickly hoping he would drop the current line of questioning.

"Oh, no no no," He instantly pulled her back, looping his hook around her right arm. Killian gently tugged her back to face him with a cheeky smirk on his face and one brow raised. "What dream Swan?" He simply asked with a fire in his eyes.

"Nothing," Emma shrugged, pursing her lips together innocently. Hook smiled at her and her heart couldn't help but flutter. Emma prided herself on her ability to lie convincingly but when it came to Killian Jones she left like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

"Come on, love you can't just expect me to drop this after that whole scene," He chucked cocking his head.

"It's nothing it was just a dream," Emma stuck to her story hoping that her persistence would grant her freedom from the line of questioning.

"Yeah, you already said that. Well, actually you said it was two dreams. Did I make an appearance in these dreams?" He stepped closer dropping his chin so that their eyes were level.

A warm heat spread across her chest, visibly flushing her skin a light tint of red as her chest heaved quickly. "I already told you, Hook, It was just a dream," Emma replied again. But this time she was starting to enjoy the game they were playing.

Killian inched even closer to her, now at an intimate distance. "Well, it obviously wasn't nothing if you talked to your mother about this. Your heart is beating faster, eyes are dark with lust and your breathing is uneven. Are you sure there isn't something on your mind love?" Hook smiled over pronouncing all his consonants like he always did when he teased her.

God, he knew her so well! How did this man before her that she's only known for a few months and hated until recently read her like an open book? It was so infuriating! "I've just been having some dreams and you may have been in them," She finally admitted now close enough to him that she could smell the pine soap that he used.

"And what exactly are we doing in these dreams? Because by the look on your face I don't think we were basket weaving," Killian jested with a coy smirk.

Emma chucked appreciation that he could make her laugh anytime anywhere. "I can't remember exactly," She giggled. He could tell that she was feeling more comfortable with the cat and mouse game they were playing.

"Really? Are you sure about that? Because when I dream of you I never forget a single moment of it, for you are far too exquisite," He promised brushing his finger over his own lips. Emma gasped at his words, his silky accent making it all sound much, much dirtier, his tongue wrapping around the words in a way that made her groin ache. But she quickly tried to cover up the awkward silence with a laugh and a roll of her eyes. Hook gave her a smirk and continued on with his line of questioning not letting her change the subject. "You know, love, Dr. Hopper says dreams are an outward expression of our innermost thoughts and desires," He explained.

"You talked to Dr. Hopper?" Emma wondered completely shocked that the Captain Hook would talk to a therapist.

"Why love, does that surprise you? He's my drinking buddy," He proudly smiled.

"Now that sounds more believable," Emma laughed.

"Archie says that dreams of those nature are our minds dealing with pent-up and repressed sexual desire. Or perhaps what you're lacking and desperately in need of. In which case I'm always at your service. And according to Zeus dreams are a prediction of the future," Killian educated her.

"Wow, Hook you are just a fountain of knowledge aren't you?" She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms attempting to hide her heart beating out of her chest. She watched the pirate before her shift around her, circling her like a predator stalking his prey. Emma stood facing forward as she felt him start to skim his right hand down her arms making her shiver from behind. She couldn't believe how forward he was being! Sure, Hook has always been direct but he was at a whole new level. And for the first time in her life, Emma was speechless. She had no idea how to respond to him at this point but she knew one thing. She didn't want him to stop. "I never thought Captain Hook would know so much about psychology and philosophy."

Emma could feel his excitement against the crease of her ass while he brushed the hair from her right shoulder, exposing the skin between the strap of her tank top and her neck. Her body melted as soon as she felt his lips touch brush her skin and he could hear an audible sigh fall from her. "Well, you'd be surprised what one learns in the Royal Navy."

She felt her eyes shut automatically, enjoying the sensation of his body against hers."What else did you learn?"

Just as he was about to answer her, Emma spun around and brought his lips to hers, his tongue curling around hers in a heated dance. And with that, the floodgates opened. All the pent-up sexual tension, all the sex dreams, and all the teasing were released in one epic kiss. There was no finesse and no build up because the last five minutes was all the foreplay they needed. Killian was much more assertive with this kiss. He no longer followed along wherever his Swan took him, instead he took control. He took her bottom lip between his, sucking hard before pulling back with his teeth leaving the skin swollen and used. Emma had lips that screamed out to him, begging to be kissed by him and him alone. She wasted no time dragging her hands from the small of his back, down to his leather clad ass. She could hear him growl when she snuck one of her hands under the material of his trousers feeling his bare skin against hers as she gave him a pleasing squeeze.

"So, love how exactly did this dream start? Please spare no detail," Hook grinned, still out of breath from their last shared kiss.

"Well…" Emma winked as she smoothed her hands down his chest all the way down to his laces. Without breaking eye contact she sharply pulled the tie free, loosening the hold around his hips. Killian let out a moan when he felt his Swans delicate hand grasp his member. Without pause, she dropped to her knees, thankful for the cushioning sand beneath her.

Emma released his cock from his trousers, enjoying the weight sex in her hand. She gave him a gentle squeeze as she watched how each movement had an effect on the pirate above her. She could tell Killian was about to protest but Emma won't let him. "You said you wanted details, right?"

All he could do was shake his head up and down and mutter curse words to himself. Killian couldn't believe that the blonde goddess before him, the woman who's haunted his dreams and invaded his mind was on her knees before him sucking him off like her life depended on it. As soon as she began to tease the underside of his aching member his hand flew to her hair, tangling in her locks, guiding her home.

She swirled her tongue around his over-sensitive tip one last time before being dragged back up to face him. "Is that enough detail for you?" Emma coyly smiled before Hook's lips were back on hers with a renewed sense of passion.

Killian grinned, running his fingers through her hair as Emma moved to unbutton his vest as fast as she could. Once he felt her soft delicate fingers smooth over the hard planes of his chest his hand dropped to the seam of her dark green tank top. He played with newly sensitive skin with his hook. Chills ran down her spine and she could feel her core begin to ache with need. Not able to wait for a second longer, Emma ripped her shirt off discarding it somewhere behind her.

Hook's eyes instantly fell to the soft planes of her lace covered breast. "Bloody hell," Killian whispered just loud enough to hear. There was a desperate need in his voice.

Emma grabbed the lapels of his coat, bring him back to her lips. It was the perfect combination of tug and pull, give and take, love and lust. His hips began to grind into hers. Emma could feel his arousal rub between her jean covered center in all the right was. She brought her hands back to his shoulders, pushing the heavy black coat off of him. It fell to the sand making a soft noise that was covered up by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

Hook assisted her with his shirt and vest and soon all he was wearing was his leather trousers held loosely around his waist with his cock proudly jutting out. That picture alone was enough for Emma to lose all self-control.

She couldn't believe that she was about to fuck the living daylights out of Captain Hook on a beach in Neverland. That sentence was something Emma never thought she'd think to herself that's for sure.

Even though Emma was quite adventurous when it came to sex, there was no way in hell she was going to have sex in the sand. That in itself was a recipe for disaster. And there was no running water to help with clean up so that was completely out of the picture. But Emma knew they both didn't have the self-control to stop themselves from fucking the hell out of each other. So Emma momentarily pulled herself from Hook's warm embrace in order to grab a blanket from her backpack. It was customarily used for gathering coconuts but neither of them cared at the moment. She quickly spread the cloth on the sand and pulled him down with her. They both let out a laugh or two as they tried to get comfortable. Killian loved seeing her smile. He hadn't seen this Emma Swan in quite some time and he missed her carefree spitfire attitude.

Emma pulled him on top of her, his body fit with hers perfectly. Her legs parted slightly, letting him melt into her. She moaned when she felt his calloused hand slid up her waist and up to her thinly covered breasts. With a sinister smirk on his face, he gave them both a firm squeeze.

Emma couldn't take the torture anymore. Reaching behind her, Emma tugged the clasp free, finally exposing her creamy mounds. Killian enjoyed watching her perfect pink nipples harden into points the second the cool sea air hit her skin. He bent down, taking the right one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the bud as he palmed its twin. "What happened next, love?" Killian innocently grinned, still wanting to know exactly how her dreams played out.

His voice pulled her back from her pleasure haze. Without pause she grabbed his hook, sliding it up her stomach and stopping at her pebbled peaks.

Killian caught on and with gusto, he teased the sensitive skin with the cool metal curve of his hook. She let out a moan and arched her back as he carefully circled her buds with precision. Killian thought he was the one dreaming. Not only was he about to ravish the only women he's cared for in centuries but she loved his biggest insecurity. Even though he would never admit it, he feared that no woman would want to be with an incomplete man. But Emma not only accepted his hook, she wanted it.

"You like that, love? Have you been thinking about my hook?" He growled as he watched her lips part slightly and her breathing accelerate.

"Yes," Was all she could muster out.

"Well, my dreams go a little differently," Killian teased, placing kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. When he reached her jeans he popped the button and grasped the sides of her pants. Emma very eagerly helped him. And with one single movement, her jeans and lace panties were gone. She suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. This would usually be the point in the night where she bolted but her heart somehow overpowered her mind.

Killian loved hearing little gasps fall from her lips as he placed tender open mouth kisses down her inner thighs. It became a game of how much noise he could get her to make. And he was winning. "You see love, my favorite dreams are of me getting to taste you. And when I wake up it's like I can still taste your sweet nectar on my tongue," Killian purred between her thighs with a sparkle in his piercing blue eyes.

Emma could feel an ocean flood her core at his last confession. And before she could say anything Killian placed a kiss to her sopping folds. His eyes locked with hers begging for permission to continue. The lust and pure need in her eyes were all he needed to dive back in.

Slowly and carefully he starts to move, treating her most vulnerable spot with the utmost attention and sensitivity, fully aware of the privilege he's granted. He caresses with his tongue, sucks with his lips and even teases with his teeth, delighting in the way she lets her hips rock in their own rhythm, perfectly mirroring the one he sets with his mouth. Emma couldn't help but grind her mound into him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. His mouth was her undoing and with one last flick to her sensitive nub she found her release.

Emma panted as she pulled the pirate up from between her legs back to face her. "I stand corrected. You're much sweeter than I imagined," Killian clarified just inches away from her lips.

Emma dragged him back down to her for an earth-shattering kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue fueling the fire that was still raging on inside her. All she could think about was his cock, stretching, burning, pulsating inside her. With that thought Emma reached between them, grasping his aching member and lining him up at her sopping entrance. Killian shivered when he felt the head of his cock dip into her hot soaked center. She bites her lip and hisses when she feels his hot tip nudging inside and looks down, mesmerized by the sight of his cock, thick and hard and ready to enter her.

There was a look of concern and hesitation in his eyes. "Love, are you su_" Hook began but was quickly cut off when Emma wrapped her legs around his muscular waist, using her feet to inch him home.

"Does it feel like I'm having second thoughts?" Emma groaned referring to the oasis between her legs. She couldn't wait one second more. She needed to know what it felt like to have her inside him. She needed to know if all of the looks, dreams, innuendos, and sexual tension meant something.

As soon as he slid into her heat Hook almost lost all control. Being inside her was pure perfection. He bottomed out, enjoying the drag her tight walls provided. He stilled inside her needing a moment to compose himself. "Fuck, please Killian mo-" Hook sharply thrusted making a point to tease her as he set punishing pace.

"Is that better, love?" Killian growled, his accent thicker and dripping with lust.

Emma moaned in agreeance as she lifted her hip trying to match every thrust. She could feel his mouth on her pulse point lavishing the skin with attention as he continued to fuck her. Their rhythm matched the sound of the waves crashing on the shore like they were somehow apart of it.

Killian knew he wouldn't last long like this. Being inside the woman he so desperately craved was taking its toll. And even though he can usually brag about his stamina, Emma Swan was his weakness. He snuck his right hand between them and found her clit. He moved his fingers drawing light and tight circles over the sensitive bud. Within seconds he could feel her start to tighten around him, taunting him with her soft and welcoming walls. Emma came all over his cock, only adding to the need for his own release.

He felt his orgasm at the base of his spine. Right before his fast-approaching finally, Emma whispered something in his ear. "I want you to come on my tits," Was what the blonde goddess beneath him muttered. That sentence alone almost made him lose control. He quickly slipped from her slick center and positioned himself above her. Emma sat up, taking his weeping cock in hand and slid her hand up and down his shaft. The remnants of her release still covered his arousal making it easier to jack him off. "Come for me, Killian," Emma hummed with a reaffirming squeeze.

And with her command and a shout he came all over her, coating her skin in his release. Killian admired how the sticky substance dripped down her breasts. Emma made a show of smearing a bit with her finger and popping it into her mouth to tease him.

Hook had no idea how going to get supplies turned into them fucking each other on a beach but he was not complaining! They both just laid on the blanket, listening to the waves crash ashore. "Bloody hell, love. Now I think I'm the one whos dreaming," Killian chuckled watching the princess next to him smile too.

"You want me to pinch you?" Emma jested.

"No I'm pretty sure our last activity was enough evidence for me to know this was all VERY real," Hook replied, his eyes still filled with lust.

"Well if this is your dream I wouldn't mind repeating it every night," Emma flirted. She couldn't believe that cheesy line really came out of her mouth.

Without another word, Emma shot up from the sandy blanket and started skipping to the water. "What are you doing, love?" He wondered.

Her ass was still facing towards him as she looked over her shoulder to explain. "I'm cleaning up. Someone made a bit of a mess," She teased running back towards the water.

Killian jumped up and ran after her. Nothing like an afternoon swim after an afternoon delight Killian thought to himself.

~CS~

The walk back to camp was way less awkward than the walk to the beach. They flirted and bantered back and forth with ease. It was a nice break from the stress and guilt in both their lives. Until of course they got back to camp.

"Where have you guys been?! We were so worried! We were just about to go looking for you two!" Snow announced, concerned with her daughter's safety.

"We're sorry we just got caught up," Emma lied not very convincingly.

"Why are you guys all wet?" David pondered giving them both a puzzled face.

"Um, you see, mate the rowboat that we took to the Jolly tipped over so we got a little wet but not to worry it's no big deal we're okay" Killian quickly lied shooting the group a fake smile.

"Oh good! Thank god" Snow replied with relief.

"So where's the rope?" David questioned not following their chain of events.

Emma and Killian instantly looked at each other in panic. How the hell could they go all the way there for the specific purpose of getting rope and return an hour late! How the hell were they supposed to explain that?

"And if you fell in the water from the rowboat why is only your hair wet and not your clothes? What did you go out their naked or something?" David concluded crossing his arms as he glared at Hook.

Emma closed her eyes and tried to hide her face with her hands. That was when David and Snow finally put everything together. And hall David could say was, "Oh…"