Previously on Life In the Joly Roger...

"Emma, will you marry me?" he asks with his eyes searching her face. She blinks rapidly and stares at him speechless.

"What? I ask him in disbelief. He smirks and shakes his head at her.

"You heard me. I asked you to marry me."

"Yes, one day," she says and kisses him on the cheek. His smile falters.

"You gave me the same answer eight months ago," he says disappointment laced in his voice. He sits up in bed. She follows suit knowing that they aren't going to bed anytime soon.

"Killian, we are just too young. I thought we agreed to talk about this again once we graduated?" she asks as she rubs her temples. She really doesn't want to have this argument, but they need to have it.

"I know, but I love you. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I thought you wanted that too," he snaps.

"Are we really having this argument? Because you know I want to. We have had this discussion before. I want to wait," She snaps right back.

"Wait for what? Are you not sure? because I've known for a long time," he huffs.

"No, I love you dammit. You're the only man I've ever loved and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What wrong with waiting? and how long have you known?" she asks quickly. He takes a deep breathe.

"Since the day we started college. I knew you wouldn't be ready then, so I waited. I thought when we moved in that was a good sign, but you still want to wait?" He asks.

"Yes, and this isn't most romantic way you could've done this," she chuckles softly. He finally smiles.

"So, my technique is the problem?" he smirks, "Because you've never complained about that before, love." She pulls him in and kisses him. He laces his fingers in her hair. She pulls away and he rests his forehead against hers.

"I love you," Emma whispers.

"I love you too," he kisses her cheek. They slide back down under the blankets. He holds her in his arms and they drift off to sleep.

Neal lights the cigarette, blows out a puff of smoke, and holds the cigarette between his fingers. For tonight he'll let her think she's safe. That nothing can happen when her football player has her in his pathetic arms. She won't be ready for what's coming her way. Neal leans against the brick wall of an ally. He flicks the cigarette onto the ground and walks across the street to the bar he's been glancing at for the past ten minutes. Tonight he's going to forget her…

As the night drags on the painkillers fade and the pain in her shoulder wakes Emma early in the morning. Her eyes flutter open and Killian's arms are wrapped around her. Emma carefully untangles herself from his arms and picks her glasses up off the side table. She makes her way into the kitchen. She makes some coffee and takes some more pills. She takes her coffee and slumps down on the couch. She pulls out her laptop and continues writing an essay for her literary class. As she is putting the finishing touches on the essay Killian comes out and frowns.

"Love, I was going to make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed," he says as he drags his feet to the couch. He plops down next to her.

"That's sweet, but I'm already awake." She kisses his cheek.

"I see that and the doctor said you would need to get some sleep and rest," He says.

"I'm resting just fine. Thank you very much," she says and shuts her laptop.

"You were just working on a paper thats not resting. Come we are relaxing today. No work, no school, and no football," she raises her eyebrows at this, "Don't look at me like that. I mean it. Just you and me."

"Alright. What's first on the agenda?" she challenges. He scoops her in his arms and takes her back into the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed gently.

"Well, I'm going to make you feel amazing," he breathes in her ear. Emma's breathing hitches as he moves down her body.

Later that day Emma and Killian are still in bed. They don't really feel like leaving anytime soon either. He has her in his arms and nothing could be better. Except maybe her shoulder being healed and Neal behind bars again, but she's trying to enjoy this day as much as she can. Emma's stomach grumbles and Killian raises his eyebrows.

"Is someone hungry?" he asks.

"Maybe…" she smiles and tries to hide under the blankets. He just chuckles and pulls them down to reveal her face.

"Want me to make something or do we want to order out?" he asks.

"Hmm… Order out. If you make something you have to leave this bed and that's not happening," she smirks. He kisses her head and picks up his phone.

"Hey, we'd like one large pepperoni pizza…" she zones out as he finishes the order. Emma didn't even tell him she wanted pizza he just knew. Maybe I should marry him.

Under an hour later there is a knock on the door. Emma gives Killian her best puppy dog eyes.

"No, that isn't going to work on me. You have to go get it," he says. She sighs and gets out of the bed. She goes over to her purse and grabs her wallet. As she walks by he grabs her arm.

"Woah, no. Give me the money. You are not facing another man wearing that," he orders.

"It's fine. Killian come on. I'm hungry," she crosses her arms.

"No way. Emma you're not wearing pants," he points out. She looks down at her bare legs, sighs, and hands him her wallet. She goes back under the covers as he walks out muttering to himself. She does a little victory dance. I knew he wouldn't let me go out there with no pants on. Joke's on him. He comes back with a pizza box and she sits up in bed. He tosses her wallet at Emma and she catches it.

"You think you've got me fooled. I know you did that on purpose," he says with a playful scowl. She puts on her most innocent face and smiles.

"What on earth are you talking about?" she plays dumb. He sits next to her and opens the box.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're just lucky you're cute," he winks. She grabs a piece of pizza and begins eating. He digs in as well.

Later that night Killian is in the bathroom and there is a tapping on the window. Emma picks her head up from her almost finished book. She places her bookmark in and sets it down. She moves over to the window and doesn't see anyone outside the window. She slowly opens it. On the fire escape lies a dead cat. Emma lets out a yelp then covers her mouth with her hand. Killian bursts out of the bathroom.

"What?" he asks looking frantically around the room. Then scanning her for injuries.

"Fire escape. Dead cat," she manages to get out. She walks away from the window. He looks out the window and something catches his eye. He leans out the window, pulls something off the cat, and slams it shut.

"Next time this will be you, Emma. I can't wait, Neal," Killian reads off a piece of paper. This sends shivers down Emma's spine. He crumples it in his hands.

"Killian-"

"That is revolting. I swear if I ever get my hands on him," he fumes.

"I know, you'll kill him. Give me that," she walks over and holds out a hand demanding the paper. He hands it over. Emma walks out of the room and opens their front door. Two officers are there at attention.

"Call the Marshals," she orders them. They both look at her and nod. One takes out his phone. Killian comes up behind her and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Ma'am was he here?" The other asks. She hands him the note.

"There's a dead cat on our fire escape, so yeah. Tell the Marshals they can come in we they arrive," she states. The officer just nods. It's going to be another long night and Emma knows it. Killian takes her hand and they sit on the couch and wait. About fifteen minutes later the marshals come in asking their usual questions. They give them the usual answers and they leave.

"What do you think they even do all day?" she asks. Killian begins to pace.

"At this point, sit on their ass and eat doughnuts. How hard is it to catch him if he is lurking around here all the time?" he throws his hands in the air. She buries her head in my hands.

"Apparently very difficult," she mumbles. Killian places a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, let's try and get some sleep," he suggests.

"They took the cat away right?" she asks as they walk into their room.

"Yes, and try not to think about the cat," they crawl under the covers and Killian falls asleep quickly. She lays there with her eyes wide open. All she can think about is Neal. He could be outside for all she knew. Even with all the police "guarding" the building she still doesn't feel safe. She is starting to doubt that she will be safe again.

Sorry for such a long time between updates, but I am back to school now, so it is going to be like this for now on. Hope you guys liked it please tell me what you guys think!