Night could not come quick enough for Emma. She paced back and forth in her room. Anxiously waiting for her nurse to come and help her prepare for bed. One moment she would be sitting at her desk reading and the next staring out her balcony window waiting for the sun to set. She couldn't take the anticipation any longer. In mere hours her relationship with Lieutenant Jones... Killian, would change forever. She wanted this. She always had. This was just the moment she had courage to admit it and take charge of what her heart desired. With the arrival of the Dark King's son she would regret not having done so if it was determined he was to be her husband. The night of happiness could be her downfall or her eternal bliss.
"Emma" said a familiar voice from behind her door.
"Come in." There was a slight crack in her voice.
Ruby entered the room and instantly sensed something was occupying her thoughts. This was not surprising since she was a werewolf. A secret very few knew . It was hidden well under kind and understanding nature. In many ways Ruby reminded Emma of her mother. Same dark hair and fair skin. Eyes that look into your heart and knew what you were feeling even when they went from her natural blue to the wolfs yellow. For Emma she was the aunt she could reveal her darkest secrets to. Never judging her and willing to help.
"Emma is everything ok?" She asked sensing that something was different in the princess.
"Yes, of course." Emma began fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. "I swear, I am fine."
Ruby lovingly smiled at Emma. "I don't need to use my wolf sense to know something is on your mind. Is it concern for the princes arrival?" Emma said nothing. "Hopefully he is not as arrogant as his father. I have heard he is handsome not as handsome as Lieutenant Jones but there are very few..."Ruby stopped herself mid sentence noticing how Emma beamed when she spoke Killian's name. "It's Lieutenant Jones, isn't it? You've fallen in love with him." Emma nodded her head.
It was true. She had fallen in love with him. Simply through mere glances. Small conversations during his visit to the palace. Dancing at balls with him when he asked her father for permission. Emma wasn't quite sure how it happened or even why but if she was to fall in love with someone she was happy it was with him. All she knew was there was something in the way he paid attention to her talk or when he would tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear when no one was looking. On the outside he was a man with a code who stood tall and proud. Underneath he was loving and treated her like the only girl in the room. Even when the ladies at court would be lining up to throw themselves at him, he would keep his eyes fixed on the princess. The ladies of court could stand there with corsets undone but the only one he would see was Emma.
"That explains the walks by the docks." Both let out a small laugh. "Emma please be careful. Do you know the risk you are running? The man you are in love with is escorting your potential husband. If the prince sees or gets a hint of what is going on between you and Lieutenant Jones he will send word to his father. We can only imagine what curse he will bring upon the kingdom."
Emma walked to the bed and sunk into it. "I know. While he's here I will stay away from Killian. It is the only way." Fighting back tears her voice was meek in filled with hurt. "I will just make the most of what little time I have left with him before he leaves."
"Emma, Lieutenant Jones leaves in the morning..." Ruby paused realizing what Emma was saying. Not knowing what to say on the matter Ruby just smiled. It was clear Emma had made up her mind and nothing she would say would change it. The power of young love. "Well it's getting late and your nurse will be in soon." Ruby made her way to the door. "I will inform her that she won't be needed in the morning and I will be in to wake you." Without another word Ruby left the room.
Not more than a few moments after Ruby had left her nurse had arrived to help her dress for bed. The nurse agonizingly brushed out her hair. Agony not from the brushing but how long it felt it was taking. To pass the time Emma watched the shadows on her wall move indicating how late the day was becoming. Emma bid her nurse good night and practically shoved her out the door. Poor old woman nearly tripped on her very own feet. Emma didn't want to run the risk of Killian appearing while her nurse was in the room. Without blinking the guards would seize him and throw him in the dungeon. His disgrace would be on her head.
Quiet and impatient Emma sat by the balcony watching the sun sink into slumber. Silently begging that Killian would arrive soon and unseen so that he could teach her to lose a winning match that the prize was a pair of stainless maidenhoods. Well she had hoped it was a pair. Her bold actions would appear simple and modest exchanges of love under nights veil. The thought alone of what was to happen made her blush and wish night would come faster. This would be her one night to have him before he would set off across the realms. Through uncertain waters. Somehow her train of thought moved to the unthinkable. The possibility of losing him to the sea, at the hand of the Dark King or worse the Prince. Her heart broke at the thought but how she would beg for the night to take him and cut him into little stars so would he would make the night sky beautiful. For then not only she would be in love with night but all who admired the sky. The last bit of sunlight was gone and ushered in her anticipation tenfold. She felt like a child before a festival with a new dress to wear but was not yet allowed to.
Along with nights cloak came the rain. Heavy and loud. It beat against the stones of the palace. A blessing in disguise for it would mute any sound that escaped the room. Emma drew the curtains as to not allow the rain in while she waited for Killian. Suddenly a wave of fear hit her. She began to worry he wouldn't come. Like an unhappy child she laid on the bed staring at the curtains as the violent winds blew them. Flashes of lighting cast shadows around the room. Thunder roars echoed the walls. A violent storm raged outside while inside disappointment began to build. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Months she had dreamt of this night and it was potentially ruined by rain. Emma took a deep breath and slowly let it out as she opened her eyes.
Killian. There he was. Standing by the curtains drenched from head to toe. The muscular form outlined from the wet clothing that clung to him like a second layer of skin. Emma couldn't jump off the bed fast enough to leap into his arms. Tightly he wrapped his arms around her waist. Transferring water onto her night gown. Making visible what caused him run through the apocalyptic storm. Under her long lashes she looked up at him and moved the wet hair stuck to his forehead. On tip toe she raised herself so that her lips met his. Fearless she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Taken off guard Killian took a moment to respond. His hands moving up to Emma's face and taking hold of it. Tangling his fingers into her hair. The kiss deepened as his tongue sought entrance. This is all new to Emma but she greeted his tongue with hers. She could feel her breath and life escaping her lungs and into his. As if it was replace the air he had lost running to the palace and up to her balcony.
Losing herself in the moment her hands took over as she could feel them push off his very wet and heavy officers coat. With a loud thud it fell to the floor along with his boots. Which Killian unbeknownst to her he had managed to kick off. Still in a breathless kiss that has picked up in pace and passion the two fumbled as they walked backwards until Emma's legs hit the edge of her bed. Not caring she moved onto the buttons of his vest. Undoing them as if she had done it a million times before in real life and not in her dreams. The need for air made Emma break from the kiss. Innocently she smiled at Killian as her eyes moved to his vest. Delicate hands helped him remove the garment and throwing it across the room. Killian stood there allowing Emma to undress him. Her touch was sending a fire through his veins. He wanted to remove her nightgown so he could admire every inch of her. Paralyzed from Emma taking charge he couldn't move his hands. As her fingers pulled the bottom hem of his shirt Emma's fingertips grazed his skin sending a sudden jolt of electricity up his spine. He stiffened up as her hands continued to move his shirt up his chest and over his head. She let the shirt fall from her hands as her eyes wondered over Killian's chest. The same dark hair that sat on top of his head covered his chest. Letting go of the modest princess demeanor she ran her fingers through it. Feeling how his heart pound against his chest. Full of pleasure Emma smiled at him knowing every thump screamed her name.
Killian couldn't stand still any longer. He needed to feel her skin and know it burned for him like his did for her. Seeing the want in Emma's eyes he reached for her waist and bunched up the linen fabric in his hands. As quickly as Emma had put the nightgown on it was disappearing from her body. Killian was in awe of the beauty that stood before him. His eyes memorizing every inch of skin. Mapping out the tiniest of freckles and birth marks. Calloused fingers tracing each side of her body leaving behind goose bumps. The sensation of his touch was so strong Emma felt unable to stand any longer. Trying to keep her balance she reached for Killains hips to help steady herself. Gripping the white cloth trousers she pulled herself into him. Emma could feel the tightness and the throbbing that was still restrained. Heat rushed throughout her body. Nothing more than cloth was separating her from the instrument of her ecstasy. Walking her finger across his stomach she undid the laces. Freeing a very important part belonging to man.
Tenderly her kissed her lips. Then the crook of her neck. Next her shoulder as he pushed aside the blonde tendrils that cascaded over her skin. Emma shivered under his touch. Finding her lips once again he kissed her with such force that the pair fell onto the bed. The last bit of clothing gone. The last moment before the friendship they had built would become something more. From slow and tender it had quickly moved to passionate. A feeling a familiarity and fitting into each other that one could not explain. A bounty as boundless as the sea with a love as deep. The more given, the more that was had for both were infinite. And in that moment the pair sought to do lovers amorous rites.