Sooo um…. That M from the rating? IT'S COMING MY DEARS! This chapter is hard M especially at the end. I want to let you know that after I finished writing it, a full week I wasn't able to write anything at all! It burned my brain but it was so worth it. Many many thanks to mahstatins and sambethe who also helped me with a certain part of the chapter.

Also I want to thank you for the responses at the last chapter, because I was so afraid that people will yell at me but noo! You actually liked it! So thank you thank you!

Enjoy chapter 9!

Killian woke up with a tremor. It was dark around him, darker than he had ever seen and he just knew it; knew that this was it, this was his death. Apparently for him, death was a dark, cold place where he was just a lonely soul waiting for God knows what. But despite being alone, something inside him told him to start walking in the darkness. He started to walk and at one point, he felt he needed to start laughing at himself. After all this time, after having the darkness roaming inside of him making him crazy with revenge and taking him down villainous paths, now, he was drowning in it, both literally and figuratively.

He didn't know how much he walked or if he walked at all since it was hard to tell in all that darkness, but slowly his mind drifted to Emma. The last thing he felt was Pan's shadow pulling out his own, while the last thing he saw before the darkness overtook him was the white that was surrounding him, hearing Emma's pained scream at the same time. Magic, he told himself. The white light was Emma's magic and he was glad that she finally used it but at the same time, he was sad that he wasn't there to see it fully. He cursed himself for that. He promised her that he would live long enough to help her save Henry and get them back to Storybrooke safely. They did save Henry, but they were still on the island; the others most likely waiting for Emma to return to the Jolly with him because she came after him. She didn't want to leave him alone in the middle of the jungle.

Killian closed his eyes and touched his lips. He remembered the way they almost kissed that morning, before Snow White interrupted them and then again earlier, just before his death. Maybe he would have had a much more peaceful death if he had kissed her before. Maybe the thought of kissing her calmed him, made him be at peace with the thought of dying.

"Hook," he heard Emma's voice come out of nowhere. "Wake up, Killian!"

"Bloody hell! This place is mocking me. It's hell!" Killian yelled out loud.

"I'm sorry I killed you. I'm sorry I never told you how I really feel. I am so sorry Killian," he heard again. This time, he could also hear her sobbing between words..

It hit him then that it should have only been a fragment of his imagination. The Emma he knew would never be like this, crying over a dead man, telling him she's sorry. It had to be just his imagination that was playing games with him, even now when he was dead. He continued to hear Emma's voice, pleading with him to wake up, telling him how sorry she was for doing this to him. He wondered if this was his punishment after all the years he lived. If hearing Emma's voice over and over again would haunt him for all eternity in this infinite darkness.

But then he felt something on his skin. A hand perhaps? No, not a hand. It was the feeling a hand leaves on someone's skin when someone else is stroking that person's skin. It felt more and more like Emma's touch, but how was that even possible? He was dead; he wasn't supposed to feel anything.

Then he felt water on his face. He looked up but there was nothing. Yet, his face was getting wetter with every minute.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he said.

He then felt a light press on his lips. Was that the feeling of another pair of lips on his? He kissed so many people during his 300 years of being alive to know well enough what kissing felt like, so he was sure that what he was feeling right now was a kiss. He closed his eyes, trying to feel more and, surprisingly, he did. As he closed his eyes he concentrated on the feeling of the foreign lips on his own. Someone, or something, was kissing him, but who? Why? How was that possible? He knew deep down that the lips that were kissing him were soft and he could feel an actual breath on his face. He could have recognized that feeling anywhere.

"Emma?" he said shocked, opening his eyes.

Emma was kissing him? She was finally kissing him? She was kissing him and he was dead, not being able to respond to her kiss? Now Killian was really angry. Emma, the woman he dreamed about since the moment he laid eyes on her, was kissing him and he was dead, not being able to answer her kiss and show her how much he cared about her.

The feeling of Emma's lips didn't go away so he concentrated on them, wishing with all his heart that he was able to kiss her back and say her name over and over again in his mind. As he did that something happened behind his eyes. The darkness started to fade, and the same bright light he saw earlier when he died fell over him like a veil.

He felt the press of the lips harder and harder as the light was falling all around him. He closed his eyes, the light being too bright for him and tried to open them again after a few moments.

He opened his eyes just a little and was met with Emma's closed eyes, her lips pressed on his. He wasn't able to fully realise what was happening, but he continued to kiss her, putting a hand around her when he felt her trying to pull away. Emma fell on his chest, dropping both of her hands around his torso.

"Wait, wait, wait," he heard Emma saying, feeling her lips starting to form a smile.

"No, don't stop. If this is heaven, I don't want it to stop," Killian said, smiling too.

But Emma stopped the kiss and leaned on one hand, rising from his chest. Killian opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were red from crying, but she had a smile on her face. Her golden hair was falling around her face and Killian could have swore he had never seen someone more beautiful.

"You're alive," she said, awe being present in her voice.

"I am," he said, mirroring Emma's smile.

"How?"

"I hoped you could have told me."

"I don't know. I was kissing you-"

"Thank you very much for that, by the way," he stopped her and then nodded to continue.

"And then you were kissing me back," she said still smiling.

She continued to look into his eyes and caressed his cheek for a bit but then her face became serious.

"But you were dead," she said.

Killian sighed and rose to a sitting position. He felt no pain in his body when he did that and it felt good after having dealt with so many days of fighting with the pain in his bones.

"I was. I know that for sure."

"Then how are you still alive? Because I tried every single first aid method I know."

"First aid method?" Killian asked, slighty confused.

"Pressing on your chest, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Things like that."

"Ah, I understand."

"Yeah. I tried those and none of them worked, but then something inside me told me to kiss you and I did, and you just… woke up."

Woke up by a kiss, Killian thought to himself.

He had heard stories about people being woken up by kisses. Hell, Emma's parents were one of those couples he had heard about. But in all those instances? They were woken up with True Love's Kiss. That wasn't possible for him, was it? You had to love the other person with all your heart for the kiss to work right? Killian was sure of his feelings for Emma, but he wasn't sure about her's for him.

He looked at Emma and saw that she was lost in her thoughts. One of her hands was still on his chest, her fingers moving without direction, but her eyes were lost. He wanted to know what was going on in her mind and what was she thinking about.

"Emma? Say something?" he said.

"I was thinking... ," she said, looking at him.

"About?"

"My parents? And Henry." Killian nodded. Of course she was worried about them. She was, after all, in the middle of the forest and they were on his ship, with the Shadow still flying around most likely.

"They are safe on the ship," he tried to assure her.

"No, no, no. My parents did this…," she said, moving her hand between them, "twice… Waking each other up with a kiss... And… um… I woke up Henry once like this as well. By kissing him. He was poisoned, cursed actually, with the same Sleeping Curse my parents once dealt with," Emma explained. He knew, of course, of her parents' story. But Henry? That was a story he wanted to hear.

"And what happened?"

"I don't know how it was for my parents but with Henry, there was magic, a rainbow or something; a bright light around the both of us. There wasn't anything when we…"

"When we kissed," Killian finished her thought.

Emma nodded at him. Confusion was present on her face and he could tell that she wanted to know what was going on and what exactly woke him.

He thought back to the moment he started to feel her lips on his. The darkness that surrounded him until that moment started to slowly fade. He didn't pay much attention then, too focused on what was happening with him but now that he was thinking back to that moment, the darkness started to fade around him, making place for the light that in the end woke him up. The light. Emma said there was a bright light when she woke Henry. Maybe the same bright light woke him up as well. He felt his eyes grow bigger as he looked at Emma.

"What?" Emma asked curious.

"A bright light. You said there was a bright light when you woke Henry. I saw that too."

"What?"

"After the Shadow attacked and tried to pull out my own shadow, I woke up in darkness. That was all I could see, but then I started to hear your voice. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. How was it possible to hear your voice when I was dead, right? But then I felt your touch on my face, your lips pressed to mine and slowly the darkness started to fade. Before I woke up, there was a bright light that came over me so I closed my eyes. And when I opened them again, you were there and I was alive."

"Do you think it was that? For us? Do you think it was True Love's Kiss?" Emma asked, this time looking intensely into his eyes.

"I don't know what to think."

"But that would be impossible, right? I mean, we haven't spent that much time together. We have to… to love each other in order for it to work, right?"

"Emma, when we first came to Neverland, I told you that I fancy you. I am quite sure of my feelings, even now," he said seriously.

"Well, I am not," she replied, looking at him. She probably saw the way his face fell at her words. "That came out wrong. I mean, I care about you a lot. I just don't… know… I'm scared, to be honest ," she stopped, looking at him apologetically.

"I understand, Emma. I am kind of scared too," he admited.

"You are?"

"Of course I am! One moment, I'm dying and in the next, I am here, alive, thinking about the possibility of being someone's True Love. After so many years of thinking that I had to suffer and I didn't deserve to be loved, it's a lot to take in," Killian finally admitted to her.

"For a very long time I felt the same. And then Henry came, and my parents… And I'm not saying that it's impossible for me to love you, because it's not… But this kiss... It means we're True Love. We are meant to be together," Emma said, and he could see that she was still not sure of herself or her words.

"Emma, as I said, I am absolutely sure of my feelings for you. Even if you might not be ready to hear that, know that they are there and they won't change," Killian said, knowing very well that Emma wasn't ready for a real declaration of love. So instead, he knew that for the time being, he needed to settle for this.

"You are very sure of yourself," Emma said with a huff.

"Of course I am. Trust me, my feelings will stay like this for a very long time," Killian promised her.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. It was something quick and if he wasn't close to her he would have missed it. But then again, Emma was still there, close with her forehead pressed to his.

"Thank you. Just… be patient with me. Please," Emma said softly, her eyes pleading with him to just give her time.

"Always," he said truthfully.

She moved away from him and picked up his discarded shirt that had been tossed aside when she was trying to take care of his wound.

"We should go back to the ship," she said, placing the shirt in his hand.

"Aye," he said, starting to redress. "They are probably wondering where we are."

"Oh gosh. David is probably planning a search party by now," she said waiting for him to finish dressing.

"Aye. I can see that happening," he said, smiling.

"What are we going to tell them?" she asked when they started to walk back to the beach.

"That you found me in the woods and that on the way back, we were attacked by the Shadow and we fought with it," he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ok, that might work. But there is a little problem," Emma said, avoiding his eyes.

"What?"

"I told them that you were dying. Tink knows that you were poisoned," she said this time while looking at him.

"Why did you tell them?" Killian asked, shocked by the fact that Emma told everyone about his secret, even if she promised not to.

"I was worried when you didn't show up on the beach. I wanted to come after you and they asked why I was so sure that you wouldn't come. So I told them that you were dying but I didn't tell them how. And then I told Tink that you had been poisoned because I wanted to ask her if there was any way to save you that maybe you missed," Emma explained. Killian just nodded at her, understanding why she did it, even if he didn't like it.

"Well, obviously there was."

"Yeah, Tink said that light magic could do it."

"From what I heard years ago, a True Love's Kiss needs light magic," Killian said, stopping to look at her.

"So I used magic," Emma said, not really asking, but instead saying it more like a confirmation for herself.

"We can tell them that you used magic to fight the Shadow, which you did, and that it was that same magic that healed me as well," he proposed.

"Do you think it could work?" she asked, looking at him.

"Of course. They weren't there, so only we know the truth."

"Okay then, that's what we are going to do." Emma agreed and without another word, started to walk again.

They continued to walk towards the beach in silence and when they finally arrived, they were able to see the ship close to them. Killian was glad to see his home again after so many days in the forest, and especially after dying.

He started to walk in the sand when he turned to look at Emma who should have been next to him. Only Emma wasn't there. She was behind him, still at the edge of the forest.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I… I want to keep it between us for now. If that's alright with you."

"Didn't we just agreed on that?" Killian asked her, not really understanding what she wanted to say.

"No, I meant the True Love part. I want to keep it between us until we, I, figure out how I really feel."

"Of course, Emma," he said with a soft smile.

He expected that. Knowing Emma, he didn't expect her to be excited from the first moment they found out they were True Love and he definitely didn't expect her to jump up and down out of happiness and run to tell everyone. Half of him even agreed with her. It was better to keep it a secret until they figure it out on their own.

Emma smiled and then came closer to him and together they started to walk down the short path in the sand towards the ship.

Emma POV

"Emma! Hook!" Emma heard Mary Margaret's voice as soon as they stepped on the deck.

"Mom!" Henry yelled and started to run, hugging her when he was in front of her.

"Oh, wow, easy kid," Emma said with a smile while putting her hands around his shoulders and hugging him back.

"We were so worried, Emma," Mary Margaret said while coming towards her with David by her side.

"Why?" acting as if nothing had happened in the time she was in the forest with Hook.

"We saw the light!"

"What?" Emma started to panic. Maybe they saw something she didn't.

"That big, white light. It was visible from here. What was that by the way? Regina said it was magic. Light magic to be exact," Mary Margaret explained.

"Yeah, that it was," Emma said awkwardly, looking at Hook for help. But before he could say something, Henry started to talk.

"You used magic?" he said looking at her excited. "That is so cool, Mom! How did you do it?"

"Calm down kid. It happened once and I don't think it's going to happen again," Emma tried explaining to him

"It should happen again, Miss Swan," Regina said coming in their direction. "That was light magic; very powerful magic."

"And?"

"How did it happen? What did you do to make it work?" Regina said, ignoring Emma's comment.

"Nothing. The Shadow attacked us and I just… had to do something. I thought about protecting us from it and it just happened."

"And speaking of the Shadow," Killian said coming to her rescue, "we should get ready to leave this island. The Shadow may reappear at anytime."

"It won't, Captain," Gold's voice came from the other side of the deck. "Miss Swan's magic was so powerful that it was destroyed."

"I destroyed the Shadow?" Emma asked amazed by herself.

"That you did," Regina admited.

"Still, Hook is right," David started. "We should get ready to leave this island before anything else happens."

"Aye, I'm gonna start preparing the ship. Tink I'll need your help. Yours too, your Majesty," Killian said looking at Regina.

"First, though," Mary Margaret said, "I have to ask. How do you feel, Hook? Emma told us that you were dying before she left."

"I'm no longer dying, actually. When Emma used her magic to destroy the Shadow, it also helped heal me," he said with a small smile, following the little lie they concocted.

"I'm glad to hear that," Mary Margaret said with a smile, looking from Hook to Emma.

"Enough of that," Regina said. "Hook, what do you want me do to?"

As Hook started to explain to Regina and Tinkerbell what he wanted them to do, Emma took Henry away and hugged him again.

"I missed you. I am so glad you are finally safe," she told him.

"I missed you too, Mom. I'm glad everyone is fine. Everyone got really scared when they saw the light in the forest," Henry explained to her.

"Trust me, kid. I was scared too," Emma said, thinking back to the moment when she thought she was going to lose Hook forever. And for a few minutes she really did. "I can't wait to get back to Storybrooke."

"Me too! I miss Granny's hamburgers!" Henry exclaimed.

"And her hot chocolate," Emma said smiling.

"With cinnamon!" they said at the same time.

"You have to tell me everything that happened here when we get back. I want to know everything!"

"It's really not that interesting," Emma said, thinking back to fights with the Lost Boys, Pan, and the Shadow.

"Doesn't matter Mom! I want to know!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," she promised, happy that she had her amazing kid back.

She watched with Henry how Hook, Regina, and Tinkerbell prepared the ship. They worked together to make the ship fly thanks to both the little magic Tink had left and Regina's magic.

"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning," Henry murmured to her when the ship was up in the sky.

She smiled, getting the Peter Pan reference and then turned her eyes to Hook who was doing what he did best: being the Captain of the Jolly Roger. He was concentrating on his moves, holding the helm with his hand and his hook and moving it from left to right, guiding them in the sky.

"Emma?" Emma's thoughts were interrupted by a small voice behind her.

She turned to see Tink with a big smile on her face, hands together in front of her.

"Tink," Emma said, smiling at her.

"Can we talk?" Tink asked, looking from Emma to Henry and then back to her again.

"Sure," Emma said, moving her attention to Henry. "Do you mind going around the deck or something?"

"Nope," Henry said. "I'll go and see how Mom is," leaving the two women to talk.

"So?" Emma said looking back at the fairy, not knowing for sure what she wanted.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Tink stopped, looked behind Emma and then back at her again. "About Hook," she said tentatively.

"Oh. What about him?" Emma asked warily.

"How exactly did you heal him? I heard something earlier, but not everything," Tink asked Emma.

"I… um.. the Shadow attacked us and I had to use my magic to protect us. I'm not sure how I did it, but there was this light and then the Shadow disappeared and Hook was healed," Emma explained, hoping that Tink would believe the lie.

"Just like that?" Tink asked suspiciously and Emma just nodded.

"Yeah. Just like that."

"Emma, I know I don't have my magic anymore, but I also know that dreamshade is not that easy to heal, even with light magic like yours," Tink said, looking at Emma. Then she continued, whispering "and I also know some things about True Love."

Emma felt all her blood leave her body and she froze at what Tink said. Tink was looking at her with an eyebrow raised and before she could answer, Emma darted her eyes from Tink to Hook. He wasn't paying any attention to them, though. He was still concentrated on what he was doing. So Emma looked back to Tink and started to talk.

"What do you mean?"

"I haven't seen you two together for long, but today when you went after him, you were very worried. And then when you came back, there was something between you two. Something not everyone could see."

Emma knew very well what was between her and Hook when they came back, but she hoped Tink didn't and she just wanted to get something out of Emma. Or was she just jealous? She remembered that in the book and the movie, Tinkerbell was jealous of Wendy, and Emma didn't know this Tink for very long. She could be just like her book version. Besides,, Emma still didn't know if there was something between the fairy and the pirate.

"Maybe it was nothing," Emma tried to brush it off.

"Emma, what are you two trying to hide?" Tink asked bluntly.

"Nothing," Emma answered too quickly for Tink's liking.

"Did you two kiss?" the fairy asked again.

"No!" Emma answered again, too fast.

"Emma?"

"Okay, maybe?" she finally said with a sigh. "He… died, and I tried to bring him back and it just… happened," Emma explained, not sure of how good her explanation was.

"He woke up," Tink stated, sure of her answer.

"Yes," Emma nodded.

"That's True Love's Kiss, Emma."

Before she could answer, Emma looked around her to make sure that no one was around to hear her answer and to hear her admit to the fact that she and Hook were True Loves. When she saw that everyone was concerned with their own business, Emma finally gathered her courage and answered.

"Yeah, we figured that much."

"I am so happy for you two!" Tink exclaimed. "He was miserable when I first met him."

"Woah, Tink, easy there," Emma said before the whole ship could hear Tink.

"Why?"

"We have to figure out what this means to us, both separately and then together. Nothing is going to happen for now."

"I take it that it's a secret?"

"Yes. Please don't tell anyone," Emma told her, hoping that Tink would keep the secret.

"Don't wory, Emma. I will keep it to myself," Tink said.

Emma tried to read her, tried to see if there was any lie to her words, but Tink moved her head quickly, looking behind Emma. She turned to see where Tink was looking, but the fairy was watching Hook, who was curiously looking at the two of them.

"Maybe you two should talk," Tink said, moving her eyes from Hook back to Emma.

"We did. The ball is in my court now. He's… being patient with me."

"That's good. He was never patient with me," Emma looked at Tink with an eyebrow raised, wondering what prompted her to say that. Seeing Emma's expression, Tink quickly reacted. "Oh, don't worry Emma. I promise nothing ever happened between us. He cared too much about his revenge. Now, it seems his priorities changed."

Emma turned to look again at Hook, who was still looking at them. She remembered the moment they met a few weeks ago and realized that Tink was right. At that time, all he cared about was killing Rumplestiltskin, but now? Gold was on his ship and the two of them didn't look ready to kill each other. She only hoped things weren't going to revert back when they arrived back in Storybrooke.

"I will leave you alone because he looks this close to coming over here and sending me away," Tink said smiling at Emma.

"He's not," Emma said rolling her eyes.

"He is, trust me," Tink said, leaving Emma alone.

After Tink left Emma was, once again, alone with her thoughts. She still couldn't believe that she admitted out loud to someone that what she and Hook shared in Neverland's forest was a real True Love's Kiss. But she also knew that there was no point in denying it, not to Tink at least, and she could see that the fairy was being honest with her. She would not tell anyone what Emma told her. She looked towards Hook, ready to go and talk to him, but he was with David and she didn't want to go over there while he was standing with Hook. So she resigned herself to watching the view overboard.

She didn't get another chance to talk to Hook after that. Her parents, Henry, and even Regina drowned her with questions about her magic. As the night came, Mary Margaret found something to make a small dinner for everyone and then, one by one, they started to go to sleep. Hook offered his cabin to Henry, saying that after so many days of sleeping on the ground, the kid finally needed a bed. But Henry refused, saying that he wanted to spend some time with his mothers.

So Emma, Henry, and Regina closed themselves off in a small cabin with two small beds and started to talk. As time passed, Henry started to get sleepy and Emma decided that it was time for him to go to sleep. Regina asked Emma if she would be ok with allowing her to stay in the cabin with Henry for the night. Emma didn't have it in her to say no, even if her heart was screaming at her to stay in the room with her kid. So after a kiss to Henry's cheek, Emma got out of the cabin and went in search of another place for her to sleep.

There was another cabin where she would have had some place, but her parents were in it and she didn't want to spend the night with them in the same room. The other two cabins were with Gold and Tink. Tink would have let Emma sleep with her in the cabin, but she saw that the room was small enough for Tink alone; there wouldn't have been any place for Emma as well. Tink suggested that she could try Killian's cabin since he would be on the deck all night, and after a little thinking, Emma started to walk towards his cabin. She knew she should have went and asked him if she could stay in his cabin for the night. She knew that she was intruding on his personal space, but she was too tired and in need of a bed to do that.

She found his cabin and entered. She couldn't see much, thanks to the dark of the night, but she found a candle and lit it. In the middle of the room was a table with a bottle of rum on it so she decided to take a small sip of it before going to bed. She sat at the table, took a hold of the bottle and drank. No sooner had she took a drink when the door opened, revealing a stunned Killian Jones.

Killian POV

As Killian climbed down the stairs to his cabin, his mind drifted back to Emma and everything that happened during the day. It was all coming over him slowly and more than once during the day he wanted to go and talk to her. But every time he tried to get close and talk to her, David or even Henry came to talk to him. Now, seeing how late at night it was, he was convinced she was with her son, sleeping. So Killian continued to walk down to his cabin, trying to convince himself that there was time for talking tomorrow.

As soon as he opened the door to his cabin, he saw there was a small light inside and he was stunned when he entered the room and saw her. The very same person he was thinking about just mere minutes ago was right there, sitting on a chair at his table with a bottle of rum in front of her.

"Emma?" he asked stunned. "What are you doing here?" making sure the door was closed behind him.

"Couldn't sleep?" she said taking one more sip from the bottle, her reply coming out more like a question.

Her tone made him think that she was lying and she was there because of something else. "We are no longer in Neverland's forest and the Lost Boys are far from here, Emma. Why don't you tell me the real reason?"

"I'm not lying. I can't sleep. Probably because I'm too tired to fall asleep," she said, putting down the bottle with a sigh.

"Is that even possible?" he asked, getting closer to the table.

"It is for me. It's happened before," Emma explained.

"So? What can I do to help you?"

"Stay with me? Talk to me?" she asked softly.

"Ah, so I am so boring that just me talking makes you fall asleep?" he said laughing.

"Don't be ridiculous," she replied, smiling and pointing her hand to the other chair.

Killian took another look at the door before he started to walk toward her. He took off his long coat, threw it on another chair nearby and then sat at the table in front of Emma.

"How is Henry?" he asked, truly wondering about how the boy was feeling, especially after he refused to sleep in this very cabin, just to go and spend time with his mothers.

"Asleep, with Regina close to him," Emma said with a grimace.

"By your tone, I take it you are not really happy with that?"

"I am; Henry is her son too. I just…," she said, not being able to finish her sentence, instead taking another sip of rum.

"You wish to spend time with him too," Killian ended for her, taking the bottle from her hand and taking a sip.

"Yeah."

"You will get to spend plenty of time with him back in town. He's safe now," he said, trying to encourage her, putting a hand on her chin and lifting it up so he could look into her eyes.

"Thank you for everything you did for us."

"You've already said that."

"Well, I am really thankful," she said, still looking into his eyes and smiling at him.

Killian opened his mouth again to say something, maybe talk about the new bond between them, when Emma yawned.

"We will arrive in Storybrooke in the morning. Why don't you try to get some sleep?" he asked, moving his hand to her cheek.

"I don't even know where to sleep," she said, tilting her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the only place that has one free bed is in my parent's cabin. And to be honest, I don't want to sleep with them there."

"You could sleep here," Killian suggested, not thinking very much about what he was saying.

"That was the idea, to be honest. That's actually why I was here," Emma smiled, her cheeks turning pink.

"Oh," he said, amazed by the fact that she was there for that.

"But you are here now and I guess you want to sleep so I better let you do it," she said, preparing to leave.

"Nonsense!" he said, not wanting to let her go. "You sleep here tonight," he said, and he amazed even himself at the determination in his voice.

"What about you?" she asked.

"I won't. I'll go on the deck and do... pirate stuff," he said. He was tired, yes, but he could sleep on the deck. It wouldn't be the first time, anyway. Besides, she needed her sleep more than he did.

"Pirate stuff?" she asked laughing.

"You know... be sure that we are on the right path, watch the stars, and stuff like that."

"Watching the stars sounds more romantic than what a normal pirate should do," she said with a soft smile.

"You can join me anytime to see just how romantic is it," he said in the same tone.

Without another word, Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He could taste the rum on her lips, combined with the sweet taste he could tell was specific to Emma. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but he couldn't do that while he was still sitting on a chair on the other side of the table. So breaking the kiss, he rose from his place and went to stand in front of Emma. He looked into her eyes and when she nodded, he put his hand on her cheek and pressed his lips to hers again. Letting out a moan, she rose from her place on the chair and put both of her hands on his hips.

They continued to kiss, his good hand moving from her cheek to her hip while the hook moved to her back. Emma's hands traveled from his hips to his neck, keeping him in place, moaning. Feeling her cold hands on his neck made Killian let out a deep groan.

"Emma," he moaned when she moved one of her hands to the uncovered patch of skin onn his chest.

Emma didn't say anything. She just continued to kiss him, drawing desperate sounds from his mouth at the same time he was drawing moans from hers. Killian pushed her back until she was trapped between his body and the table before lifting her to sit on the surface, parting her legs to make room for him between them. Killian broke the kiss, moving his lips along her jaw to her neck. Emma tipped her head back, making space for his lips on her neck. Emma's moans, together with her taste, made Killian grow harder in his pants and something deep down told him to stop; to stop before it reached a point where it would be impossible for either one of them to stop.

He broke the kisses to her neck and pulled back; not too far, though, because he stayed between her legs.

"Emma, we need to stop," Killian said, out of breath.

"No, we don't," she leaned back in, her lips ghosting over his.

"I don't want you to regret this later," Killian said, keeping his hands on her hips.

"I won't," Emma said in a sensual voice and Killian was sure that she used that voice just to drive him mad.

"Are you sure?"

Instead of answering, Emma moved her hands to his shoulders and started to push his coat off, while placing another kiss on his lips. Once his coat finally fell to the ground, Killian started to lift her shirt. He glided his hand and hook along the soft skin of her stomach, his thumb hooking along the fabric and pulling it up as he continued his movement upwards. After Emma's shirt was off, Emma moved her hands to his own.

"You wear too many clothes," she said tugging at his shirt.

"I can say the same about you, love," pressing another kiss on her lips before pulling back. "Although, I like this very much," he said, tracing a finger along the edge of her bra.

"Get your shirt off while I take my bra off," she demanded.

"No, no. Allow me," he said, pulling off his shirt in a single move, and then helping Emma rise to her feet.

He was in his trousers, his chest bare in front of her, while she was in just her bra and jeans. Killian pressed his lips to her neck again as he moved his hand and hook to open her jeans and pull them off. When she was left just in her bra and underwear, Emma pulled away from his lips and started to move her hands along his chest. She traced the muscles there, fingers twining in his chest hair, making him groan at the feeling.

She moved her hand to his trousers and opened them, drawing them down his hips. She glanced up and smirked at him when she found him to be commando and he grinned back at her. She took a look down at his member and hummed.

"See something you like, Emma?" he asked, following her eyes as she studied him.

Instead of answering, she brought his lips down to hers again and kissed him. As she continued to kiss him, sliding her tongue along his, her hand traced down his side and along his hip. He rolled his hips as she teased her fingertips along his skin, drawing them down before finally wrapping her hand around his considerable length.

He found it hard to breath as she continued to touch and tease him, alternating between barely there sweeps of her fingers and long, drawn out glides of her hand. "Emma," he sighed, moving his lips to her neck and kissing a path to her ear.

"Take my bra and underwear off," she commanded, letting her head fall to his shoulder.

"As you wish." He brought his hand up from her hip to the back of her bra, twisting his fingers in the clasp to open it. He nudged the straps down as it loosened before drawing the tip of his hook beneath the fabric of her underwear and ripping it off of her. Killian pulled away from her to look at her.

"You are so beautiful."

"I don't want to talk right now."

"Aye," he agreed, lifting her up from the table and carrying her to the small bed in the cabin.

When the back of her knees touched the bed she sat down, pulling him down with her. He was now on top of her, on the bed, their skin touching while they continued to kiss. Killian felt like he was going to combust at the sensations that were running through his body in that moment. Having Emma there with him made him feel overwhelmed and happy at the same time. It wasn't what he had in mind when he went back to his cabin earlier, but he wasn't one to complain. Not when Emma's hands were moving along his back and her nails were burying themselves in his hair.

Killian pulled away from her lips and moved his mouth to one breast while his hand was playing with the nipple on the other breast. He sucked on her nipple, making her moan and arch her back. His hand traveled from her breast, down her belly and stopped at her entrance while two of his fingers rubbed at her clit. Emma moaned harder as his fingers were playing with her clit, his movements varying in speed. Emma parted her legs more, suddenly desperate for his touch and pressed her body harder against the bed.

"Don't stop," Emma let out a gentle whimper.

Killian's mouth let go of her nipple, and suddenly his head was replacing his hand on her clit. He started to suck on it, making her let out moan after moan, thrusting herself closer to him, needing the friction. He nibbled and sucked on her clit harder, occasionally flicking his tongue from side to side, making her move wildly against his mouth. Emma pressed both of her hands in his hair, while he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her tight, pulling her tighter against his face.

"Come on Emma. Lett go, love," Killian said with a groan.

For Emma, the feel of his mouth on her pussy and his rough voice made her tighten, making her cum harder than she ever did, moaning and gripping the bed sheets.

"Killian," she gasped as he continued to suck on her clit through the orgasm before running his tongue over her and tasting her.

He slowly came back up to be face to face with her. He was hovering over her, pressing kisses on her neck and her lips, his good hand supporting his weight. Emma put her hands on his cheeks, pressing her lips against his and tasting herself on his tongue. The taste made her moan.

The feeling of his length on her stomach made her insides scream for more. She was trembling under his touch, his kisses over her skin made her head spin, and she just needed him again.

"I need you in me," she said between hard breaths.

She looked him in the eyes and then pulled him down to kiss him. One of her hands grabbed his dick and started to moveup and down on it, guiding it closer to her entrance before he slowly slid in. He let out a hard moan as he sank deeper and deeper inside her. He stopped when he was finally fully seated in her and looked down at her. Emma's head was tilted back, her eyes closed as she let out little whimpers of pleasure.

"Open your eyes, Emma. Look at me, love," he said with a trembling voice.

She opened her eyes and expected to be scared of what she saw there, but the fear never came. The look in his eyes was soft but silently asking her if she was ready.

"You can move now," she whispered.

At first his pace was slow, but as he moved in and out of her, Emma started to need more; to feel him deeper inside of her.

"Harder, Killian," she said between moans.

Killian lowered his lips to her ear and began murmuring between moans words Emma was sure she wouldn't remember the next day. She was shivering under him as he rocked against her. His thrusts became faster and rougher as Emma let out stifled cries, trying not to yell too loud, not wanting the rest of the people that were on the ship to hear her and know what they were doing. The room was filled with their moans, deep breaths, and the sound of skin slapping together.

"Yes," Emma cried through panted breaths as she felt her insides tighten around his cock. She rocked back against him, feeling the oncoming waves building.

"Killian, come," Emma moaned in his ear.

"Emma" he let out a shaking breath.

"Come with me. Together," she said again.

He kept rolling his hips, pushing himself rhythmically in and out of her. Emma came hard, her moans muffled by his mouth. Killian's thrusts became frantic, slamming his cock deeper inside her, his body going rigid and still as he came inside her. His grip on her hips tightened and he let out a growl as the waves of pleasure consumed him too, her name falling from his lips like a prayer. Unlike many other one night stands, this time, Emma felt as though time had stopped completely; like her body was floating on its own thanks to the pleasure that was rolling through her body.

Killian fell on top of her as their orgasms started to fade., The only thing that could be heard around them was their hard pants. Killian put his head on her chest while Emma moved one of her hands into his hair, stroking through the hair at the nape of his neck. He was still inside her and she could feel him starting to soften.

"That was…," he started to say, but couldn't finish due to his hard breathing.

"Amazing. Best sex ever," Emma said smiling.

Killian rose from her chest and looked at her softly.

"Best sex, huh?"

"Fuck. Your ego is too big for things like these."

"I think you just saw how big my ego was."

"Huh," she said bringing his head down to hers and kissing him again, slowly, with more passion than before.

Killian let himself fall back on the bed, both of them letting out sighs when he slipped out of her. Emma moved after him, putting her head on his chest and a hand around him, as Killian put his hand around her shoulders. She wasn't the type of person to cuddle, normally she hated to cuddle, but something in everything that happened in the last twenty four hours made her want to do it with him. A comfortable silence fell over them as he drew her into his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace. Emma's fingers played absently with his chest hair as his fingers were playing with her hair.

Emma smiled but said nothing, her eyes slowly falling closed as she laid there in his arms, his lips pressing small kisses in her hair from time to time. That's how they fell asleep, minutes later.