Two years later...

The footsteps of the guard slowly fade away as he moves away from the cell. The fucking asshole took all my cigarettes, little did he know I took his keys. He obviously doesn't know how to deal with pick pockets. This is what happens when guards aren't trained properly, but a stroke of good luck has finally come my way.

Lights out is called throughout the prison. Neal Cassidy glances out the barred window and notices the lack of moonlight. The perfect night for a prison break. He waits about half an hour and quietly unlocks the cell door. Neal takes the stairway down to the laundry room and slips on a guard's uniform. With that on he simply slips out the loading dock and into the woods.

After two years in that hell hole and I'm finally free. With this freedom he has some unfinished business to attend to. Business back in good ol' Storybrooke… or wherever Emma was these days.

The crisp fall air nips at Emma's heels and this causes a shiver to run down her spine. She wraps her cardigan around her tightly. Damn, Killian was right I should've worn a jacket, but no why listen to the weather man. The leaves crunch under her black combat boots. A gust of wind causes her straight blonde hair to fly in her face and tangle around her glasses. She pushes it all back, so she can once again see properly. I am going to be late for journalism. She picks up the pace in efforts to stay warm and hopefully get to class on time.

She jogs into class not too late, but not exactly on time. Professor Hood winks at her and continues with his lecture. He is her favorite professor and always pushes her to be better. She pulls out my computer and begins taking notes. When class breaks out and Emma begins to collect her things.

"Emma! Mind staying behind a moment?" Professor Hood calls out to her. Emma slings her bag over her shoulder and walks to his desk. She tucks her blonde strands behind her ear and adjusts her black rimmed glasses.

"Yes, Professor?" she asks.

"I just wanted to compliment you on this last paper. You really dug deep on the subject and added your opinion and backed everything with facts," he says passionately. She cocks her head and furrows her brow.

"Thank you. Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" She inquires completely confused. He shakes his head.

"No, I was wondering if you would be alright if you would allow me to enter this into a writing contest," he says calmly, "This is really your best work. There is some prize money involved I believe. If you're interested," he says with a smirk. She smiles and sucks in a deep breathe.

"Of course I am interested! Enter it right away. Is there any paperwork I need to fill out?" Emma asks rapidly. He chuckles at her excitability.

"I can handle all that. If I need anything I'll let you know," he smiles.

"Thank you, so much. I can't believe this is happening," She squeals.

"Well when a student of mine has talent I like to recognize it. You definitely have talent. Unfortunately I have a meeting I must go to. We can talk more about this on Wednesday," he says.

"Oh of course! I'll let you get to your meeting. Thank you again," she says as a dash out the door.

"Have a good day!" he shouts after me. This is so great. I can't wait to tell Killian. Emma glances down at my phone. She has one text from Killian. She unlocks her phone.

*Hey babe I had to go to the store to pick up some ingredients for dinner. You'll probably beat me home.*

Emma smiles and pockets her phone. This morning at our apartment, I can't get over saying our apartment. They got it over the summer because they didn't want to go home. Both of them got jobs and went home a couples times over the summer, but they fell in love with the place and didn't want to give it up when school started. It's only three blocks from campus, so it's the perfect location.

Anyway this morning he said he was taking the night off work and making Emma dinner. Killian's been working a lot and with school they haven't had time for a good date night or really anytime time together at all. Emma practically sprints home. She makes it home before he does and realizes the place is a complete mess. She sets her bag by the door and turns up the heat in the apartment. Clothes and blankets everywhere. Textbooks everywhere. Papers strewn on every counter. She gathers everything up and cleans the place up. Once she's finished she slumps on the couch and pulls up netflix on the computer. Her eyes slowly drift close and she falls asleep.

Killian strides in ready to call out for Emma, but she is asleep on the couch. He sets own the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter and walks over to her. He gently shakes to her shoulder. Emma's eyelids flutter open and a grin spreads across her face.

"Hi," she says sleepy.

"Hello, I just got home," his stubble tickles her forehead as he plants a kiss, "anyway I was going to start dinner. Are you hungry?" She nods and sits up. His stubble is growing in quite nicely. He takes off his leather coat and throws in on the chair of the desk. He smirks and heads to our tiny kitchen. It's not much, but they call it home.

"Thanks for cleaning, love. The place looks great," his rich accent rings through their apartment as he begins to chop veggies and boils some water in the cheap ikea pot.

"No problem, but its your turn to do the laundry," She challenges with a raised eyebrow. He throws his head back dramatically and groans.

"I hate laundry and you always do it better anyway," he whines and pulls her in by the waist. He presses sloppy wet kisses on her neck. Emma giggles, but pulls away.

"No, I will not be seduced by your charm I have done it two weeks in a row. Its your turn," She says with her arms folded.

"Fine, but I won't enjoy it," he says with pout. She laughs and kisses his cheek.

"Babe, no one enjoys it. Now, I'm going to go clean up," She hollers as she heads into the connected bed and bath. She strips down and opens the dresser. She pulls on her sexiest underwear and a little black dress. Its tight and hugs all her curves in the right places. Its stops about mid thigh and the back has an open lace design. I haven't worn this yet. Hopefully Killian will love it. Who am I kidding he'll practically combust when he sees it. It's something Ruby picked out for her when she was last in town. She misses her and even with the distance they are closer than ever.

Emma goes in the bathroom and touches up her make up and turns on the curling wand. Once its hot she slowly begins curling her hair piece by piece. When she's done all the curls fall into place perfectly.

"Emma! Dinners ready," Killian calls out.

"One sec. Almost done," She yells back.

"Love, you're always beautiful. Please just come eat this meal I have slaved over," he chuckles. She rolls her eyes and walks into the combined dining room and kitchen. His eyes land on her, his jaw drops, and he almost drops the salad bowl in his hands. Emma walks over and takes the salad bowl from his hands.

"I'm starving lets eat," she says while she set the bowl on the table. He nods, but doesn't take his eyes off me. They sit down and he serves up some of his delicious pasta primavera. It's Emma's favorite meal. She shovels that and some salad on her plate and they begin to eat.

"How was your day?" She asks in between mouthfuls of pasta. He swallows his water before answering. She's itching for him ask about her day, so she can tell him about the contest.

"Great. At work they hired someone else, so I have less hours," his hand reaches Emma's and his fingers intertwine with hers, "I'll have more time for you and school." He raises their intertwined hands and kisses her hand. Even though they have been together for almost three years now, she still blushes at small gestures like this. He chuckles.

"I love that my touch can still make you blush," he says, "and you're so damn beautiful." He releases her hand and they continue eating.

"Thank you, Ruby picked the dress," she comments.

"I must call that woman and thank her. How are her and James doing? I haven't heard from them in a while," he asks concerned.

"That's because no one has heard from you in a while. They are fine. James is flying through pre med and Ruby is doing killing it in her fashion design class. Ruby said they are starting to look at apartments," She states.

"That's great. We should go into the city and see them soon," he says with a smile.

"Yes, I'll talk to Ruby about what works for them. Anyway guess what happened today in class?" she asks excitedly.

"What?" he asks cautiously.

"My professor asked if he could put my latest paper into a writing contest and I said yes," she squeals. His face brightens up.

"Love, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you," he cheers. He gets up and pulls Emma out of her seat and into his arms. He places two hands on either side of her face and pulls her into a kiss. Their lips clash and his hands reach around and squeeze her groans and this allows his tongue to move into her mouth. His hands roam up and down her body. He slowly backs her up against the wall and their lips break apart. They are both breathing heavily.

"As much as I love this dress I would much rather see it on our floor," he says in a raspy voice. I guess the dress is doing it's job. She nods and pulls him into the bedroom. In seconds the dress is where he wants it. On the floor. Their lips connect again. She quickly tugs his pants down his legs. Their lips disconnect and he whips off his shirt. He gently pushes her onto the bed and begins to pepper her stomach and chest with kisses. She can feel him hardening against her. She runs her fingers through his dark hair. He groans and slides her thong down off her legs. Her fingers hook into his boxers and they fall to the floor. He raises his eyebrows in confirmation and she nods her head vigorously. He thrusts into her hard.

"Killian," she moans and tugs on his hair. His pace is slow.

"We just started and you're already saying my name," he grins cheekily.

"Move faster and I'll be screaming it," she challenges. He winks and pounds in and out of her faster. She can already feel herself building and getting close to climax. Fuck this is what a month of no sex does to you. Her fingers rake down his back. He's beginning to tense up. Thank god he's close I don't think I can hold on much longer. He begins to rub her center and it's all too much. If she wasn't on the brink before she sure as hell was now.

"Killian," she screams as she ride out her high. He follows suit collapsing on top of her.

"Holy shit," he says between breaths. He pulls out and rolls off her. Emma rests her head on his chest and can hear his heart beating.

"You can say that again," she says with a sigh.

"We need to do this more often," he says as he kisses my head.

"Killian, you haven't been home enough for us to do this," she points out, trying to not sound upset.

"I know, but I told you that's changing. I'll be here more. You know I love you right?" he asks. She glances up at him.

"Of course and I love you. Why would you ask that?" she asks with her brow furrowed.

"Because we have been so busy lately and we had a dry spell. I just want you to know that I haven't lost any love for you," he says while running his fingers through her golden hair.

"I know that. I love you too. You have nothing to worry about," her hand grazes his cheek. He smiles.

"Bed?" he asks and she nods, already tired. If he keeps playing with my hair I know I'll fall asleep. They crawl under the covers and pulls her against him.

"Goodnight," he whispers in her ear.

"Night," she says groggily. Killian's arms are wrapped around her. She falls asleep the second her eyes close.

The next morning there is pounding on the front door. It simply won't stop. Emma nudges Killian. He groans and rolls over. She hits his arm.

"Killian get the door," she grumbles.

"No, you get it," he argues.

"If you get it I'll make breakfast," she bargains. This catches his attention and he springs out of bed.

"Fine, but I want pancakes," he groans as he pulls on sweats and a shirt. She waves him away. Finally the pounding stops and Emma lets out a sigh of relief. She drags herself out of bed and pulls on yoga pants and a hoodie. She walks out and finds two uniform cops and Killian in the living room. She stops dead in her tracks. Their conversation has stopped.

"What's going on?" She asks and walks over to Killian. He looks furious like he's fuming. She rubs his back. One cop turns to her.

"Ma'am, I am afraid that we bad news. Neal Cassidy has escaped from prison," the cop says calmly. Her hand drops from Killian's back and her knees became weak. Killian catches her before she hits the ground and clutches onto him for dear life. How could they let that bastard out?

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