I do not own Once Upon a Time.

I'm back and so are Killian and Bernadette! I love Amelia with Neal, but there is something interesting about the relationship between Bernadette and Killian. So here are three bonus scenes. First up, a new beginning. I had originally just said that Bernadette told Killian she was staying with him. Well, I'm now going to show you her telling him. It's a light M, not really sure how it happened, it was not planned. But sometimes that's the best way.

"Why are you drinking?" Killian Jones asked upon entering his cabin.

Bernadette paused her pouring and turned to face him. Her red curls bounced around her shoulders. "You ask silly questions. I have never known you to need a reason to drink." There was a twinkle in her brown eyes that he loved.

"Well, drinking is for celebration or drowning one's sorrow." Killian told her, leaning against the desk next to her.

"And which case do you think it is today, Captain?" She asked coyly. She handed him a glass that had… he gave it a quick sniff… rum in it.

"Well, with you I never know." He answered truthfully. "Can I get a hint?"

She stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. "I made a decision about where I want to be."

"Oh, did you now?" Killian tried not to expect anything, either way. He couldn't get his hopes up.

"Here, I belong here with you." She stared up at him through her lashes, waiting for a reaction.

His breath quickened and his lips curled up slightly into a smile. But he simply touched his glass to hers. "Came to your senses then, to give this devilishly handsome pirate a shot? "

"That's your reaction? I was expecting something a bit more." She had seen his nonverbal response but she wanted words.

"Well daring, there are other ways to celebrate news such as this." He took a step forward.

At least she had perfected her innocent face around him. "How else does one celebrate?" She asked over the rim of the glass. She tilted her head back to finish all of the rum.

Killian said nothing, he just followed her lead then took her glass and placed them both on the desk. He gathered her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Their lips met and it was anything but innocent and gentle. Her nails raked his hair, pulling him as close as possible.

He fell into the perfectly made bed with her under him. He quickly let go of Bernadette only to quickly pull at the laces of her corset.

She laughed and rolled him over. "You're all thumbs there. Here, let me help." But instead of removing her own clothes, her hands went to the buckles of his vest.

Slow wouldn't even begin to describe the speed her fingers were going at the moment.

"I can go faster than that with my one hand, love." He growled. She needed to hurry up. The vest came off and was pushed off the bed. Her fingers then played with his chains.

"I'm just taking my time to show you how much I appreciate you for wanting to give me a home here." Her voice had lost all its coyness; she was speaking from her heart.

Killian was almost speechless. He pulled himself up slightly and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She sighed contently. Then he flipped her back on to her back. She only smiled up at him, now getting his shirt off wouldn't be a problem.

Her hands roamed his chest, tracing the scars and committing them to memory. Killian brought his own hand up to her face, tracing her hairline.

"I assume you can do the rest yourself." She broke the gentleness.

"And our celebrating will continue?" He asked.

"Of course."

Killian got off of her and removed his pants quickly and by the time he looked up, Bernadette had already shed every stitch of clothing. And he just stared. How did he get so lucky? What did he do to deserve this?

"Are you just going to stare? If you're suddenly not interested…" She raised her hand to pull her clothes back on. But Killian was faster. At once, they were pressed together from shoulder to knee.

His lips attacked her neck, making the noises that came out of her mouth were music to his ears. "Just you, me, the Jolly Roger and the treasure of Edward the Navigator…" Killian whispered.

Bernadette froze, as if suddenly remembering something important. "Edward the Navigator? It's his map?"

"Do you know how disheartening it is to ask about another man while in bed with one?" Killian tried to sounded annoyed, but he was curious.

Bernadette then proceed to roll him over and quickly left the bed.

"Lass, what about our celebration?" Well, this was a first, though the view was nice as she bent over the desk.

She quickly turned around, clearly feeling his eyes burn into her body. "How can you think of pleasurable activities at a moment like this?" She shook her head, annoyed.

"A moment like what, lass? You mean the pleasurable activities we were in the middle of?"

Bernadette picked up his discarded shirt and pulled it over her head. She didn't even bother letting her hair out, before going to the book shelf.

"Edward the Navigator…" She began, suddenly feeling like a teacher. "was a brilliant man, besides being a sailor, he was a scholar and an inventor and a diplomat. He had a habit of hiding clues for his successor to find his treasure after his death. I was just reading about him. Where is that thick book?"

Killian cleared his throat from the bed. She only held up a finger to silence him.

"Here it is." She pulled a book from the shelf and flipped through it. "His speeches, notes, maps, everything was written backwards. Making sure that only he and few people would ever be able to understand it." She came back to the bed and knelt next to Killian. He studied the page opened on her lap.

"Meaning the map you have is backwards. East is west, north is south. You would have been going in the completely wrong direction."

After a moment of thought, Killian's eyes met Bernadette's. "You are brilliant, bloody brilliant, love."

"I just saved you from looking like a complete fool in front of your crew."

"How can I ever repay you for your intelligence?" He asked, sounding innocent.

Bernadette looked at him thoughtfully. She put the book down and straddled his hips. She stared down at him thoughtfully, then she slowly pulled his shirt off over her head. "Now where were we?"

His hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. "Right about here."

So smart though maybe her timing is bad.

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