A/N Hey, It's been a while! Really sorry guys! Lost my writing heart for a bit there, was instead reading FF like it was my drug, which it is. (Oh and by the way, this chapter is RATED M FOR MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT)

K&E

Lost Boy

Chapter Four

Firsts

Emma's POV

I awoke with two strong arms draped around me from behind, hands clasped at my belly button. I smiled and snuggled farther backward into him, my Killian.

I felt him smile into my hair and moved to kiss my cheek. "Good morning, love. Sleep well?"

I shrugged my shoulder "It was okay I guess." I smiled, knowing this would get a response out of him.

I was right of course, he turned me around so I was facing him and looked at me, memorizing my face. "Oh really, because I recall at around five, when I tried to leave, someone clamped their arms around my waist and whispered in my ear trying to get me to stay." he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, who one that argument?" I retorted.

He let out a low chuckle and kissed my cheekbone "Alas, it was you darling. As I fear may happen in the rest of our late night debates."

I raised my eyebrows "So you're staying with me?"

"If I remember correctly, the lady insisted last night."

"And if I remember right, you said you would die without me. And that you loved me."

His eyebrows knitted together adorably "What does my love for you have to do with this conversation?"

I smiled. Getting that warm feeling in my stomach. That on one hand made me smile with glee, and on the other made me want to vomit. "Nothing, just not used to being loved by someone." Not thinking anything of the comment.

His eyes went as big as saucers and he dropped his chin. "What? What do you mean? What about your parents?"

I smiled at his over-reacting for me "No parents to know about, foster care since day one."

He smiled sadly at me and hugged me, whispering into my hair "My love, my life. I will never, in the rest of our days, leave you. And I vow to make you feel loved for the rest of your days, no matter what troubles lie ahead for us and our relationship. As long as you'll let me."

I smiled at him and nodded "Same here. To all of that, and so much more."

He smiled "Because love, whether you like it or not, I'm in this for the long haul."

I smiled and snuggled into his chest "So am I."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

We sat in silence for a minute or two, until my thoughts caused me to talk "Is that offer still open?"

He thought for a minute "Offer, love?"

"The one where you said I could come stay with you? That one? Or, fuck, did I dream it? You know what never mind I didn't-"

"Emma." I looked up at him, he was smiling with tears in his eyes. "Yes, always. It will always be open foe you, I'll tell David and Mary-Margaret later today." He kissed the top of my head.

"A little unneeded Killian, Mary-Margret's been listening from the other side of the door for the past hour." Said the voice of David from the other side of the door, walking away to the kitchen.

"David! I asked you not to!" Came the exasperated voice of Mary-Margaret from directly behind the door.

Killian started to laugh loudly as he got up out of bed and turned to face the wall as he held his hand out behind him.

I took off his shirt that he had given to me in the middle of the night and handed it to his outstretched hand as I pulled on my Jeans and shirt from the previous day, completely oblivious to the fact that he had turned around as I was pulling on my shirt. I had been facing away from him, but I still caught the expression on his face as I turned around to face him. I raised an eyebrow at him as he went red. I chuckled at him and started walking to the door.

Before I could leave the room though, he came up behind me and placed his hands on my lower hips and started to kiss my neck. I leaned my head back and over to allow him better access and let my mouth fall open, letting a small moan escape.

His hand quickly came up and covered my mouth as to not let David and Mary-Margaret hear, while the other played with the hem of my sweater. I moved one of my hands down to my sweater hem as well and moved his hand under it.

He quickly started action as he roamed it all over my stomach, his fingertips going just under the top of my jeans making me shudder but then quickly returning to my stomach. His hand stopped just under my bra and he moved up to whisper in my ear "Is this Okay?"

I nodded fiercely and he palmed and grabbed and squeezed my boob from outside of my bra. I bit my lip under his hand and started to mimic his movements on his ass, both hands going behind him. He tensed for a minute but I could tell it was okay by something jabbing me in my lower back.

I smiled as I noticed just how hard he was and moved one of my hands to his that was doing things that had to be illegal to my boob, and moved it down, down, down into my pants. Under my underwear.

He took to it like a swan to water and fingered me senseless.

But it wasn't long before Mary-Margaret called from the other room saying that breakfast was ready.

He pulled his hands from me and we both stood there trying to regain our breath.

"That was-." He started.

"Amazing. Yea, Damn." I agreed.

When we finally regained our composure, we sauntered outside into the kitchen and sat at the table, where Mary-Margaret had already set out the food, ready to be devoured.

I sat next to Killian at their white, wooden table. While David and Mary-Margaret sat across from us.

I felt Killian grab my hand under the table and had to fight to keep my smile at bay, but eventually just let it shine through.

We had a pleasant breakfast followed by Harry Potter movies 1&2 (I had mentioned I had never seen them and the three of them all looked at me as if I had just killed their puppy, which was quite adorable) then Killian and I went back to 'my room' and I started to pack my bag, which wasn't much, but it was two outfits, some shampoo and conditioner, Catchlight, and a deck of cards.

We said our goodbyes and went out into the hall outside the apartment, where Killian motioned for me to follow him upstairs again. I did out of sheer curiosity.

We went up to the roof and there was a birds eye view of the small town I had landed in. He sat down on the edge so I did too, even though it made my heart race do to the tall height.

"What's up?" I asked him.

He was quiet for a minute but finally answered in a very small, quiet voice "I can't lose you Emma. I've lost so much, I can't." He turned to me, tears falling down his face "Emma Swan, I cannot lose you too. You can't leave me like all the others, you have to stay with me and let me love you. Because dammit Emma, I love you too much, probably too much for my own good. And I probably sound very stalkerish slash serial killer right now but I don't give a damn my dear." He took my hands in his own "Emma, my darling Emma. You've murdered me, you came literally crashing into my life, and. I- I don't know if I'd survive if you left me, even for a second." He was right next to my ear "Darling, I love you more than you could ever know. You, are my world."

Obviously, I was crying as well, so all I could muster was a sob and nodding furiously. "Yes, Killian. Yes, I Love you too, I won't ever leave, never." I crawled into his lap and hugged him tightly. "My darling Killian, how was I ever blessed with you."

He smiled and shook his head, "No, you're wrong, twas' I that was blessed with you, my dear."

We were on the roof until nightfall, constantly cuddling and proclaiming our love to each other in both physical and vocal ways.

Needless to say, my first time with Killian Jones was on the roof of his best friends apartment building.

~K&E~

When we finally got to his house, I was tired and ready to go to sleep, as was he.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me inside and to his bedroom, laying me down gently on the bed.

I stood and began to undress til I was in my underwear and bra. I walked over to his closet and grabbed one of his shirts, buttoning it and crawling into bed. He took off his jeans and shirt, left just in his boxers and crawled in next to me.

"Killian?"

"Mmm?"

"We didn't use protection."

Silence.

Silence.

And more silence.

"Oh well, I doubt that only one time will do it, we'll just have to use it from now on."

I smiled "So forward, I like it."

He pulled me into his arms and whispered "Even if you do get pregnant, I wouldn't mind a little one of my own someday as it is, so, yea."

I stilled for a minute, deep in thought. I guess that he would want kids someday, I hadn't really thought about it much, I had only known him a few weeks. But, thinking about it. If I had another kid-. ANOTHER KID. "HENRY!." I yelled.

Killian sat up, "What's troubling you, my dear?"

"I have a son, back in Boston! His name is Henry! We have to go there now! He's probably in the system!" I yelled, running around, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and leaving his shirt on, but grabbing one of his sweat-shirts to go over it.

"Emma. Are you sure? Because that might mean that you have a husband, or another lover back in Boston as well." He mumbled.

I looked at him "Killian Jones." I cupped his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me "No one could ever take your place now. You're mine, forever."

He smiles and kissed me. I break first and say "Now get dressed, I need to get my son back."

We load into his truck after he's gotten dressed into his pajamas with a car full of money and food. It's already 8:00 now so it'll take roughly four hours to get there so It will most likely be around midnight when we get there. So we might have to sleep in the truck, but we brought a lot of big blankets as well as a 'just in case'.

I'm driving because we both know I won't be able to fall asleep with my anticipation and we also know that he would fall asleep behind the wheel if he drove, because, sure enough, he falls asleep after about twenty minutes of driving.

As I'm driving, all the memories come back to me of Henry, except who his father is, and his last name. But I do remember that I gave him up when he was born but got him back when he was four, so his last name is the same as the family that first adopted him. I remember that he's fourteen and likes cars and boats. I know that he likes video games, Diablo II being his favorite. I just relish in all the memories and get lost in them as I'm driving.

A/N Hey, hope this made up for the wait! I honestly wasn't sure where I was going with this fic before this chapter, but now I have it all mapped out. {Peace, 3, :)}