Let her think she's safe tonight because tomorrow will be the day she ceases to exist. Neal will slit her throat in front of that precious, little boyfriend of hers. Then he will stab him in his heart. I hope she enjoys the last night of her life...
-KE-
Emma wakes up and reaches for Killian, but doesn't find him there. She jolts up in bed, fumbles around until she finds her glasses. The room becomes clear and no sign of Killian. What if Neal... no I can't think like that, but what if? Emma jumps out of bed and starts to search the apartment. Her heart feels like she's running a marathon. She bursts into the kitchen and there he is making breakfast. He raises an eyebrow. She smacks his arm and he flinches away.
"Oi, what did I do?" he asks shocked. Emma crosses her arms.
"You weren't there when I woke up," she accuses him. He still looks confused.
"I thought something had happened to you," she says as she fiddles with her fingers.
"Like what?" he places the spatula on the counter.
"Like something Neal related," she mumbles.
"Oh love, no. I'm sorry," he pulls her into his arms, "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed." He kisses her forehead and releases Emma.
"I just got scared. I'm sorry," he scoops the omelets onto two plates and hands her one.
"It's fine. Let's just eat," he smiles. They sit at the kitchen table and enjoy breakfast.
"I have practice at four, so what do you want to do until then?" Killian asks between mouthfuls of omelet. Emma shrugs and Killian raises his eyebrows.
"None of this shrug, I don't know nonsense. Tell me what you want to do?" he asks.
"I just want to stay at home with you," she states. They don't party for obvious reasons, so they spend a lot of time at home. Emma feels bad knowing they can't be like other couples their age, but then she doesn't want him to slip back into bad habits. Killian takes the dishes and places them in the sink.
"Of course, love. Anything in particular you want to do?"
"You," she smirks. He picks her up out of the chair and carries her into their bedroom.
"I think I can handle that," he smirks. He tosses her on the bed and drops his pants to the floor. He hovers over her on the bed.
"Hmm," she bites her lip, knowing what that does to him, and he loses it. When they kiss they are a hot mess of tongues and lips. His hands move under her shirt and he pushes it up over her head. His kisses move down her jaw and he stops.
"What's wrong?" Emma asks confused.
"Your neck," Killian whispers. Emma moves her hand to cover her bruises and he pushes her hand away. He feathers kisses across her bruises. Tears spring to her eyes, but she keeps them at bay. The gesture is so sweet and gentle.
"Everything alright, my love?" he asks. Emma nods and kisses him. He deepens the kiss. It feels like he is clinging on to her for dear life. Like she is going to slip away from him. Emma is not going anywhere. As the kiss continues she feels his erection press into her thigh. She smiles and breaks off the kiss.
"Hmm... I think you have too many clothes on," she bites her lip and her hands glide underneath his shirt. Emma helps him get it over his head and she tosses it to the ground. He hooks his fingers into her pants and underwear, and slides them down her legs. Emma kicks them off and they fall to the floor. She tugs his boxers down his legs. They stare each other for a split second then their lips are together once again. He slowly enters her and she releases a moan. He moves slowly and it's sweet torture. Her hands move up to his hair and tug at the ends. The slow movement leaves her whimpering. He smirks.
"Are you frustrated?" she nods, not trusting her own voice. He continues with the slow pace.
"Too bad," his hot breathe hits her ear. Killian intertwines his fingers with hers and pins them above her head. She can feel her climax building ever so slowly.
"Killian," she moans. He kisses the sweet spot behind her jaw.
"I know what you want, but we're taking it slow today, love." He nibbles on her earlobe and it sends shivers down her spine. She rips her hands out of his grasp and slowly rakes them down his back. Emma doesn't know how much longer she can hold on. His back is tensing up, so he's close as well. His hands travel down and begin to rub her center. All the stimulation throws her over the edge and she spirals out around him. Soon after he finishes as well. He falls down onto the bed next her.
"That was..." she trails off, trying to find the right words for what just happened.
"Amazing?" he asks.
"Yeah," she confirms.
"I love making you speechless," he kisses her cheek and flops down onto the bed. Emma cuddles up next to him and they stay there for a while.
-KE-
"I am headed to practice. See you for dinner," Killian kisses her head as he is leaving.
"I'll have dinner ready when you get home," she smiles.
"Perfect, you're really the best. Stay safe," he calls out as he shuts the door.
For the next hour she works on a paper and does some cleaning. Then her phone begins to ring. The caller ID shows a blocked number. Emma frowns, but picks it up anyway.
"Hello?" she asks cautiously.
"Emma, how are you doing on this fine day?" Neal. She begins to walk to the front door.
"Oh don't alert the Marshals to this call," he orders.
"Why would I do a damn thing you tell me?" she says through her teeth. She begins to pace in front of the couch.
"Well I have something that is every precious to you..." he says and her mind is scattered. Killian. No he can't have Killian. He's at practice. Someone would've called looking for him by now.
"No you don't... you can't," she says unsure.
"You don't know that. I have him right here. He's a fighter," she hears muffled sounds in the background. Emma gasps. Killian, no.
"No, no. Please, don't hurt him. What do you want?" she sobs into the phone.
"That's more like it. Well, if you want your beloved boyfriend to see tomorrow you'll come here," he breathes into his end of the phone. She stops pacing and runs her free hand through her hair.
"Where?" she asks. Not hesitating. Emma can't let Killian suffer in Neal's hands. She knows Killian will not be happy about this, but she can protect him too.
"Good girl," he reads off an address. She scribbles it down and hangs up. She plugs it into her phone and sets off. There is not a fucking minute to waste. The Marshals aren't following her today, thank god. Who knows what Neal would do to Killian if they followed her.
The address is an abandoned warehouse about ten minutes from campus. When she enters all she can see is Neal sitting in a chair alone. He has a devilish little smirk on his face. She searches the room and sees no sign of Killian. Emma marches right up to Neal.
"Where the hell is Killian?" she asks with her fists clenched at her sides. Neal stands and faces her.
"You're so gullible, Emma. He's not here," he says with a laugh. What? What is he saying?
"No, he was here. I heard him! What are you talking about?" she asks frantically.
"I never had him. That was a pre recorded sound," he chuckles, "I had to find a way to lure you out of the apartment. This seemed like the easiest way." No, no, no. That means Killian is still at practice. Shit, what have I done? Neal moves closer and she moves a step back. He follows her.
"You're not going anywhere," He grabs her wrist and drags her to the chair. He forces Emma to sit in it. He takes flex ties and connects her hands to the chair. I'm back where I was two years ago. Kidnapped by Neal. I feel like such an idiot. I let him trap me. I didn't doubt a word he said because of one muffled sound.
"I'll be back for you later, Sweetheart." He whispers in her ear. A shiver goes down her spine and she wriggles in her chair and tries to get away from him. He just chuckles and walks away. He leaves her alone in the room and Emma begins to cry. A few minutes later Neal comes back out and slaps her.
"Stop crying. It's annoying. I have loose ends to tie up, don't get any smart ideas." He leaves and she stops crying. She sits in the chair for hours. The only way that she can tell is that the sun has gone down. Killian has to be done with practice and if he's at home he's probably freaking out. Help me. Killian find me please. The door that Neal disappeared through bursts open and Neal is on the phone and he has a knife in the other hand. Emma wriggles in the chair knowing that the knife is meant for her.
"Killian, I have your precious girl right here. You want proof? Fine I'll give you proof," He fumbles with the phone, so Emma can hear Killian.
"You fucking bastard. When I find you it's going to be ugly," he threatens. Neal reaches her and puts a knife to her throat and nods.
"Killian," she whimpers, "Killian?" she asks.
"Love, I'm here. Are you alright?" He responds kindly.
"Yeah, for now," she says. Neal moves the knife away from her neck and plunges it into her leg. Emma screams bloody murder. Pain is radiating through her leg.
"EMMA! EMMA? Emma, please say something," Killian pleads. Neal reads off the address to the warehouse.
"It was just her leg this time, next time I'll slit her throat. I hope you can get here fast lover boy," Neal smirks and hangs up the phone. He turns to her.
"And now we wait," he says as he walks out of the room once again. Emma sits there wondering if she will ever see Killian again.
-KE-
Ahhhhhhh don't hate me. Any predictions for the next chapter? I am sorry this update took so long, the next chapter should be up in a week or two!
