A/n: Here's the official first chapter. Happy reading!
Killian stood at the bow of his ship, his arms crossed. This little Port town was where his crocodile had made his home, where the Queen had sent an entire country full of people to spend thirty years in misery. Killian licked his cracked lips, the cold wind chilling him; he was disgruntled to realize he could still taste Emma on his lips. The phantom feeling of her tongue sweeping his mouth, her lithe body crushed against him, lingered in his mind and in his body. The wind was cold, but he could feel the warmth of her body against him. He remembered, quite vividly, the grinding of her hips against his.
He had spent so long working towards his revenge, working towards getting to this place, that he had seldom done anything or let anything distract him from his mission. Yet now that he was here, he felt quite content to take his time. This land was new and strange, and he was cautious to waste his chance at revenge on recklessness. No, this had to be handled with care. He would infiltrate this town, these people, much in the same way that he infiltrated the survivor's encampment in the Enchanted Forest. He would learn everything he could about Rumpelstiltskin's whereabouts, about his patterns of behavior, about his weaknesses. And when the moment was right, he would strike.
Killian growled; the phantom sensations were back; this time they were Emma's fingertips trailing down his chest. He closed his eyes, reveling in the memory. For all of his flirtation, he had not been touched in such a way since Milah's death. He had viewed such a thing as a betrayal to her memory. Women came and went, he flirted and took what he need from them, and left. Emma Swan, however, was a different creature altogether. She resisted his advances at every turn, bested him at his own game of deception, and when he thought he'd had her beaten - her skills with a sword did leave something to be desired, and he'd years of experience on his side - she turned the tables on him. She had looked at him with those damnable stormy blue eyes, panicked at first and then resolved, and then she had kissed him. 'Twas a soul searing kiss, a kiss most men only dream of receiving from a beautiful woman - a kiss designed to lure a man to his downfall.
And fell he had. All the times he had attempted to seduce her, he was the one who fell for her game of seduction, and at a critical moment in their plans. Of course, killing the Giant and taking the bean had provided him with a second option, so the situation wasn't quite as dire as it seemed. Still, she had bested him - thrice, that made it. Cora, while sparing him because of his second way to Storybrooke, departed his company shortly after they arrived - for which he was immensely thankful - and annulled their partnership. The wind stilled for a moment and Killian suddenly recalled the smell of her hair; he glared at the port town, willing his darkening gaze to catch her somehow and make her feel his wrath.
He had to have her. The memory of her tender touches and passionate kiss was already proving to be a distraction; he would have her before his revenge with Rumpelstiltskin was complete.
"You will be mine, Emma Swan," Killian vowed to the wind, eyes set on the town. "I swear it."
Emma relished holding her son close as they walked to Granny's. Henry was incredibly affectionate under normal circumstances, but after being forcibly separated from her for so long, he was glued to her side. She could hardly blame him and, if she were being honest, she was a little clingy too. At present, she and Henry were staring resolutely ahead and discussing her adventure in the Enchanted Forest - to look behind them would be to scar themselves for life as Charming and Snow made up for lost time. Neither Henry nor Emma were keen on witnessing such a prolonged reunion. They entered Granny's and were greeted with cheers and hugs, and for the first time in a very long time Emma felt at home.
"Mom!" Henry called her attention, and Emma felt the small thrill she received at hearing him call her that. She had discouraged it before, reluctant to mess up his life and confuse him any further - Regina had raised him after all - but now... now she didn't mind. She welcomed it.
"What?" She asked, smiling at his excitement.
"Tell me about Captain Hook!" Henry demanded, his hazel eyes afire with curiosity.
Emma frowned and glanced at Snow, realizing that her mother must have let it slip when she was telling their tale to Charming. The memory of her seduction flashed before her eyes, recalling the calluses on his fingers as they tangled in her hair and stroked the back of her neck. She fought down a blush and began to tell Henry about meeting Hook, and their subsequent dealings - omitting certain things, to preserve his innocence. She felt a twinge of regret for her initial betrayal; Hook had been telling the truth when he'd said that he wouldn't have done the same. Still, she was home, and that was what mattered.
Emma drove Henry home in the evening, figuring that Regina had certainly proven her desire to change for the better - she earned a night home with her son. Though Emma was reluctant to release Henry after just getting him back, she was too tired to entertain him for long. The party was still going on in Granny's but she didn't want to go back; sleeping was higher on her agenda than anything else. She parked her car in Granny's parking lot and headed to the Inn, which was only a short walk from the diner. She had gotten a room key from Ruby earlier in the evening, determined to escape her parents' loving reunion. Emma shuddered. If there was one beneficial thing to growing up an orphan, it was to never have to worry about walking in on your parents. She decided to stay at the Inn indefinitely, sure that her parents would want the apartment to themselves.
She settled into her room, heading straight for the shower. She never thought she'd miss modern conveniences this much, had never thought of herself as remotely spoiled until her trek through the Enchanted Forest. She exited the shower and put her hair up in a loose ponytail, discarding her towel to the floor as she searched for the clothes Ruby swore she gave her. It was as she was rifling through the dresser drawers that she felt that keen, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-prickling sensation. She turned around and felt her jaw drop; it took half a second to realize she was still naked. She scooped the towel up from the floor and fastened it around her, levying a glare at the man leaning against the doorframe.
"No need to cover up on my account, love," Hook said, smirking, his blue eyes raking over her form.
"How the hell did you get here?" Emma asked, not sure if she was actually seeing him or imagining it.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes still traveling over her body. "A magic bean," He replied candidly, seeming utterly disinterested.
"Meaning Cora is here too," Emma murmured, a frown marring her features. "Great."
She turned her back to him, searching the drawers with one hand while the other kept the towel in place. She resisted the urge to shiver when she felt his eyes on her back. 'I will not be cowed,' Emma thought, doing her best to ignore him. 'I am a grown woman. I can handle this.'
"Nothing else to say love?" Hook inquired, his tone silky.
"Nope," Emma replied, refusing to look at him and rise to the bait. He wanted to talk about their little tryst at the lake; she didn't.
She found the pajama set she was looking for and couldn't resist the small crow of triumph that escaped her. She turned, ready to change in the bathroom, only to find Hook completely blocking her path. They were mere inches apart, as they had been before, but there was a darkness in Hook's eyes now - something that had not been there before. Emma glared at him. "Leave," She commanded trying to move past him.
He sidestepped her, once again in her way, this time stealing the clothes out of her hands. "No," He replied, his eyes resting on her lips. "Not until I get my goodnight kiss," He smirked, licking his lips.
Emma raised an eyebrow. "Funny. From what I understood, you were 'done with me'." She quoted, cocking her head to the side.
"Oh, I was, before you decided to seduce me and then knock me out cold while you escaped - bit harsh love, really - and this is the result. I'm in love with you Emma Swan." He said mockingly, passionately, with mischief in his eyes and cruel smirk on his lips.
Emma rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, attempting to keep the towel from slipping. "Your mood swings are giving me whiplash," She told him, irritated. "Can I have my clothes back now that you've had your fun?"
"Still waiting for my kiss, darling," He replied.
Emma made her decision and, still glaring at him, crossed the room calmly and turned out the light, dousing the room in darkness. She pulled back the sheets of the bed and climbed under them, letting the towel slide off only after she was safely wrapped in her burrito of sheets.
"Oh, darling, don't be like that. We promised to never go to bed angry!" He whispered forlornly; Emma didn't need to see him to know that he was pouting dramatically.
"Go away, Hook," She replied, tossing a pillow in the direction of his head.
She heard him catch it with a chuckle; he sat down on the bed and began stroking her bare shoulder with the pad of his thumb. She shivered under his touch, heard him chuckle in the darkness, and rolled over to face him. He was laying down now, facing her; she could make out the contours of his face in the shadows. She gripped his wandering hand in the darkness, gently stroking the palm of his hand, before her fingers curled around his pinky finger and bent it backwards with surprising viciousness. He gave a painful bark of surprise, recoiling from her touch and ultimately falling off the bed with a distinctively harsh thud.
Emma snorted, feeling completely self-satisfied. "Goodnight, Hook," She told him, satisfied that he would leave after her assault. When she didn't hear any movement, she reluctantly slid to the other side of the bed and peered over the edge; Hook was grinning up at her with mischief and lust. He grabbed her 'round the neck and hauled her off the bed, pressing her into the floor as he rolled on top of her.
She struggled, mentally chastising herself for falling for it, but was unable to move; he had her well pinned down. His hand wandered down the length of her sheet-covered body, resting in the crook of her neck as she glared up at him. She had only a few seconds of warning before his mouth covered hers in a tender kiss, his lips soft and warm against her own. She felt herself given for half a second, felt herself relax into the kiss, until she felt him smile against her lips; the spell was broken. Her eyes snapped open and she shoved him off of her; he let her this time, having gotten what he came for. He stood, staring down at her with unrepentant lust in his eyes, and placed the clothes on her bed, backing out of the room slowly.
"That wasn't so hard was it?" He asked, smirking. "I'll see you tomorrow, Emma. Sweet dreams," He left, the door closing with a click behind him.
Emma relaxed into the floor, her mind plagued with an overload of information. He was here, in Storybrooke, and apparently no longer angry with her - or if he was, he was certainly redirecting it. Cora was here, somewhere, doing God knows what. They would have to be dealt with in the morning. She unraveled the sheet from her body and put on the pajamas, her lips still tingling from the kiss. She went to bed, pulling the sheets up to her chin and relaxing into the comfortable bed. The pressure of his fingers could still be felt on the back of her neck.
"This is going to be a problem," Emma breathed, sighing.
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