A/N: Welcome to chapter 7 everyone. I am so excited to have you all read this chapter - it's a bit long, but filled with a ton of activity! Enjoy! Reviews please?

Hook had betrayed them. Emma was pissed a variety of people - him, her mother, but mostly herself. She couldn't tell that he had been lying to them. She truly thought that he was telling the truth - the she could trust him the way she used to trust him all those years ago. However, now, that trust was forever broken. To see him standing next to Cora, openly flirting with her (which was super gross by the way, but that was a whole other level), talking to her as if this was his plan all along, broke her heart.

In the middle of the betrayal, all she could think about was getting back to Henry. If Hook was on Cora's side, that made things harder for them but at least he didn't have the compass and had no idea where Emma hid Aurora - so that was a plus. Emma had decided on a plan of action quite quickly - she was simply going to charge them. Take them by brute force. She could do it - she felt like one of those mothers who could lift a car off their trapped baby.

Standing up, she took in the scene. Her mother was also rising from the ground, readying her bow and arrow. Mulan was crouched, but ready to pounce at a moments notice. It was like they were all bonded. They all knew what they had to do - they all felt what each other were going to do. Emma couldn't explain it - but for the first time since coming to the land, she felt connected to her mother in a way she never felt before.

"You're not going to get away with this. That dust is going to be taking us home." her mother called out to the witch.

Mulan and Mary Margaret rush Cora - focusing all their firepower on her. Emma on the other hand focused on the man she used to care so much for. She lifts her sword and barrels towards him. She is surprised when he actually engages with her - his hook coming to stop the blade before it can make contact with his body.

"That's right love, we need to make this look like an honest fight." he actually winked at her with his words. Confusion racked her brain. Why wouldn't she make this a good fight? She was going to best him, get the dust and get the hell out of this damned forest.

"Screw you Hook. You told me I could trust you, and you've betrayed me once again." she spat out. It wasn't loud, but she could tell the words stung him. His eyes dropped and a sadness filled his face.

"Do you really think I could ever betray you Swan?" he genuinely asked. They were still fighting, but she could tell his heart wasn't really into it - it was almost like he was allowing her to win. Anger pulsed through her when he asked the question, so much so that she kicked him right in the gut, forcing him to fall over. She leaned over his body; he was in pain, but alert. She didn't notice what was happening until she was pinned to the ground with him hovering above her. He had kicked her feet out from underneath her and had rolled over. She noticed his hand glide into his jacket and pull something out.

The dust glowed from within his hand.

"I could never betray you love. Do you understand," he growled at her, slipping the bottle into her coat pocket. He stood up quickly, stepping back a few paces.

"I didn't know you had a soft side," she said to him, remorse filling her voice.

Finally Emma understood what had happened. He played them all. He knew using the women's distrust of him would encourage them to fight harder, which is what they needed for the switch to happen. Killian's flirtation was a ruse to get close to Cora, allowing him access to touch her and get the dust. He couldn't then immediately turn against her - she would know what was up, so Hook played on Emma's emotions, getting her in close quarters so she could be given the dust. He hadn't betrayed them. No, he had done just what he said he was going to do - get them the dust. Maybe she could trust him after all. However, something else caught her attention as she stood back up.

She could hear her mother and Cora yelling at each other.

"Why do you even want to go to Storybrooke?" she heard her mother yell to Cora.

"Because my daughter needs me. And now, I'm going to give her the one thing she's always wanted - your heart. Goodbye Snow!" Cora laughed and stepped towards her.

Emma was closer to her mother than Cora was thanks to the fighting with Hook. She may have been holding her own against the pirate, but he kept pushing her farther away from Cora and the fountain. It must have been all a part of his plan She didn't think, the only thought that was running through her mind was she had to get to her mother quick.

Emma ran at full speed, jumping in front of her mother just as Cora begins to reach for Mary Margaret's heart. So instead of Cora getting her mother's heart, her hand is stuck in Emma's body.

"Oh you foolish, foolish girl. Don't you know? Love is weakness." Cora sneered.

Emma looked around at her friends. Her mother was crying, silent tears streaming down her face - her hand stretched out to try and grab Emma's. Mulan was frozen, staring at the scene before her. It was Killian's face she saw last - which she was kind of happy about, even though his face was filled with fear. His eyes were heavy, filling with regret. His face long and somber. Yet when she looked at him, all she could really see were his eyes - the blue eyes that had helped her through so much, that had shared so much with her over the years. She had really missed them.

Cora tried to pull out Emma's heart as she made eye contact with Killian, however, all she is able to do is pull Emma closer to her. Her hand is stuck in her chest cavity. Confusion passes over Cora's face, and Emma finally begins to understand.

"No," she states, "It's strength!" she exclaims with a smile.

A burst of light shoots out from Emma's chest in all directions, sending Cora flying back towards the fountain. She crashes into the concrete, causing the fountain to sway. The witch is out cold.

"What the fuck was that?" Emma breathed out as everyone rushed to her.

"That is a great subject for discussion…. when we get home." her mother added, before turning quickly and raising a sword to Killian's neck.

"Wait!" Emma cried out. "Stop. Don't hurt him."

"Why not? He betrayed us. He was working with her all along." Mulan exclaimed.

"No he wasn't." Emma said, reaching into her packet. She flashed the dust to everyone, showing off the glowing container. "It was all a ruse. He had to get close to Cora somehow, and he did. He slipped me the dust as we were fighting. Why else would he do that, other than he was on our side all along."

Her mother dropped her sword. She eyed him suspiciously - still not fully trusting him. Emma understood, she didn't know Killian as well as she did. His acting earlier fooled even Emma. Her mother and Mulan walked off to find Aurora, leaving Killian and Emma alone with their thoughts.

"I'm sorry." Emma whispered, not wanting to make eye contract with the pirate who was standing too close for comfort at the moment.

"After all the years Emma, did you really think I would just abandon you? Did you really think that I would betray you, just to get some revenge? You wanted me to prove to you that I am trustworthy, that my revenge on the Crocodile is over. It will be hard for me to deal with him, but it is something I am willing to do… for you." he replied.

She looked up finally and met his eyes. It was in that moment that she finally knew the Killian she once knew and cared for was truly alive and well. Nothing in his eyes held lies - everything he was saying to her was true. It was like their first date all over again - when she waited at the fountain for him to show up - only to meet his blue eyes and find nothing but happiness and caring inside of them.

"Thank you," she said, reaching out to grab his hand. The spark that was once there all those years ago, reignited beneath her touch. Sure, she had touched him before, but nothing had meant so much to her in the time they had been in the forest.

"Anytime love." he responded, smiling down at their entwined hands.

They stood that was for a while, the air crackling between them - neither of them knowing what they should do in the moment. There was so much to talk about - so much left for them to say, but the words never came. Instead, Emma said screw it. Since there was nothing she could say to him to relay how she was feeling - how her emotions were battling inside of her head, she decided to show him again just what she was feeling.

As if it was their first date all over again, Emma reached for the lapels of his jackets and pulled him against her. Her lips crashed against his in a feverish fashion. Her kiss was hard and rough, but filled with desire. It had been too long since their lips had touched - too long since she felt him against her, since his fingers tangled in her hair. It was safe to say that the spark was alive and well between them. The kiss was intense, as she didn't let go of his jacket. However, she knew it couldn't last. She pulled back almost as quickly as she assaulted him. Her forehead rested against his; she could feel his breath against her skin. The kiss was intoxicating.

Thankfully, before she could say anything, or really before he could say anything, her mother returned with the princess and warrior.

"You all ready?" she heard her mother ask, with slight confusion in her voice. They must have made quite a scene - with Emma's body pressed against his, holding him tight, while his hand was wrapped in her hair, his hook resting against her hip.

"Yeah." she said pulling away from him. "Let's go."

She walked away from the group, up the path leading to where Killian had docked the Jolly.

It had been two years since she last dreamt of Killian. She still visited the village, but not as often. It hurt her heart to think about the time she had spent there - it was more like home than the house she lived in, but in the past year, nothing was the same. The first few months following Killian's departure she dreamt regularly about the village. However, as time went on, as she began to grow up, she stopped dreaming. It was maybe only once a month now that she dreamt of it.

She used to read about him daily - reviewing the date and kisses they had shared. However, as Sophomore year turned into junior, she stopped reading. She didn't have the heart anymore - she didn't have the courage. She was sad when she read about him - sad that she couldn't be with him for real, sad that the time was passing without him. As junior year began, Ingrid could tell she was depressed, and told Emma she had to get more involved with school.

So junior year found Emma being part of the yearbook staff - devoting all of her free time to photographing the students around her. She went to every football game, to every dance, to every single student activity. It helped some - she didn't feel as numb, as alone. She began to lean on her friends more. Tricia and her became closer - and she even began to invite the girls over to her house for slumber parties. By December, it was almost as if the dream really was just that - a farfetched dream that happened once.

At times sure, it was nice to remember it - like looking back on an old memory. But Emma knew she had to stop living in the past (or in her fantasies) and live in the here and now.

That was how she found herself attending Sloan Wilhelm's party for Homecoming during her senior year. She had also decided she wasn't going to go as a photographer either - she was actually going to just have fun with her friends. Tricia was dating Sloan - so they had free range of his parent's cabin. The girls were planning on crashing in one of the guest rooms that night too. Sloan was a pretty cool guy - but not good enough for Tricia. Emma always felt weird around him - like he wasn't always telling them the truth.

The party was fun - it was the first time Emma had actually had alcohol. She knew she probably shouldn't drink - especially after her whole speech to Killian that one time, but what the hell. She was a senior, it was what they did. She was going away next year to college, where she would probably be doing the same thing all the time - so why not get started now. It wasn't like she was going to get shit faced. Besides, she was actually having fun.

The girls were playing beer pong when two AM rolled around. Tricia was getting tired - Emma could see it in her friend's eyes - however, Emma was still wired. So the rest of the girls went to bed, while Emma stayed up chatting with Sloan and a few of his friends. Turns out when she drinks, her lie detector doesn't work too well. By three, she had had 3 more shots of tequila and was on the arm of one of Sloan's friends being helped up to the guest room. However, when Emma got inside she noticed it wasn't the room she was sharing with her friends. The guy placed Emma down on the bed. His lips and hers was the last thing she remembered before waking up.

When she woke up, she expected the sunlight she was seeing was coming through the window of the guest room. However, opening her eyes and scanning the room, she bolted up. She wasn't in the guest room. She was in the tavern's hotel. The bed was made out of wood and the sunlight was streaming through a small window that faced the bed. She was tucked into a quilt and her white nightgown was thin. It was never something she would have worn in her world, which only enforced the idea that she was once again back in her dream world. It had been about 4 months since she last dreamed of the place. How long had it been here this time?

Getting up and getting dressed was quite easy. She thought she would have been hung over - she was drinking last night, but then again that was in the real world. Here, who knew if hangovers were something that would happen to her? She climbed down the stairs at the back of the tavern to see Sarah sitting at a table near the middle of the room. The last time she visited Sarah had inherited the bar - now managing the place. She looked up as Emma neared.

"Good Morning sleepy head. I'm glad to see you are up. Now mind telling me why at two in the morning you are banging on my door begging for a room?" She asked.

"Truthfully, I have no idea." Emma said, finally for once telling her friend the truth.

Sarah stood up and moved towards Emma, but before she could pull Emma into a hug, Emma noticed the round belly that she was sporting.

"What the hell Sarah? You're pregnant? Who's the father? When did this happen? What the hell is going on? I just saw you?" Emma questioned, confusion fogging her brain. The last time she visited, only a year had passed between Killian's departures - this time the dream world time passed more slowly than real time.

"Clam down Emma. What happened to you? Are you OK?" Sarah begged, moving Emma to the chair she was once occupying. Sarah stared at her, and after realizing that Emma wasn't going to talk, she started to explain. "Emma, it's been over a year since I last saw you - at least 18 months. I got married and I am about nine months pregnant. Due any day actually." she said rubbing her belly.

"I'm sorry, I must have hit my head." Emma made up an excuse. It wouldn't surprise Sarah either, knowing how clumsy Emma could be.

"It's OK," she said to Emma as she walked to get her some breakfast.

"So, who is he? Do I know him?" Emma questioned, hoping that she could get some more answers from her friend - it had been almost two years since Killian had left.

"You do actually. Captain Jones." Emma's jaw almost dropped at the confession - if Liam was back, then Killian must be back too.

"That's wonderful, is he here then?" she asked.

"No, he came back about nine months ago - he was on a diplomatic mission to update the kingdom about their journey and he stopped in to see me - we'd been writing and he said he couldn't live without me anymore. He proposed that night and we were married the next morning. He stayed in town for a week then had to leave again." she explained.

"So he didn't come in on the Jewel?" Emma asked it was then Sarah realized Emma was really asking about Killian.

"No. Killian hasn't been back since they left. Liam came in on a small ship from Arendelle actually. He said they had been there for three months scouting the area. He left Killian in charge. We did talk about his brother actually - he said he has been missing you something terribly." it hurt Emma's hear to hear what Sarah was saying. If she could write letters to Liam, why didn't Emma write to Killian? Surly she could have tried harder to keep dreaming. Hell, maybe she could have dreamt of the ship or Arendelle and went with him.

"They are actually supposed to arrive back today." Sarah added, causing Emma's eyes to widen and her jaw to drop. "Liam reported to the King that I am pregnant and he wishes to be home for the birth. The King actually agreed - at least for a while. They will have to go out on another mission in about three months, but he said it would be short. The King wants the Jewel to stay closer to home after their final mission."

If they were arriving back today, that meant she may actually get to see Killian. So maybe it wasn't her drunken state that made her dream of him, maybe it was fate. Butterflies began to build in her stomach - all of her hidden feelings for him began flooding back. He was actually coming back to her.

"I have to go change." Emma said, standing up and thanking Sarah for everything. "Actually, I need to get a new dress, what time are they to arrive?"

"They are docking now actually, but they won't get leave until around two. At least that is when Liam said to expect him. You have plenty of time, it's only noon." her friend winked. Emma must have been out of it; she had never slept that late in this realm before - normally arriving around nine or ten in the morning. She would have to work a bit harder, in order to prepare herself for her next meeting.

Two long years have passed since she saw him. Two long and drawn out years of her trying to figure out if he really still existed in her dreams, trying to figure out how she could have lived the past two years without seeing or hearing from him, trying to wrap her head around why she let herself forget this place, why she let it slide to the back of her mind. She had done the opposite of what she promised she wouldn't do.

She had told herself the last time, that she would stop fighting the dreams, that she would accept when they came to her – so why was it harder for her lately to remember this place, why was it so hard to dream of Killian? For the first month or so, she even did all the tricks she learned, but she still didn't see him. She just couldn't believe she gave up.

Thankfully there wasn't a wait at the dress shop, and she was able to purchase the pink gown quickly. It fit her like a glove. It was a bit nicer than the dress she wore for their first date, but it was a bit more appropriate for her age. She had turned eighteen not long ago, and she hoped Killian would notice the change in her. She had always found him attractive, but she knew two years at sea would change his physique – knew that the seas would build him some muscles that he didn't have before.

It was nearing two o'clock by the time she had changed and bathed. The one thing she loved about the dream world was that her hair was always amazing! Her hair was a prefect wave that fell past her shoulders. Her blonde strands brightened by the sun. Her makeup was minimum as always – since this world didn't really believe in strong makeup, which suited her just fine. She was a mascara and lip-gloss kind of girl.

She rushed from the tavern, yelling a thanks to Sarah who had wished her good luck. By the time she reached the fountains it was exactly two o'clock. She moved quickly to her bench in front of the fountain – keeping a weather eye on the horizon, hoping to see Killian walking up from the docks. There wasn't much crowd in the area, which she was thankful for. If the ship docked at noon, then most of the fanfare would still be down at the docks.

The minutes were too slowly ticking by. She was almost concerned he wasn't going to show. They never spoke about how they would meet if he was to show back up and she was actually around. It was something she was scared of actually. She never wanted to get his hopes up. So here she was, hoping that he would know this was where they should meet. However, something was telling her she shouldn't be here.

She stood up, about to head to the clearing when she caught sight of something in the distance. Yes, the person was too far away for her to actually tell who it was, but her heart knew. It knew instantly that the person walking towards her was Killian. As if they shared the same soul, his head lifted as Emma made eye contact with the figure. She wasn't wrong. It was him.

Immediately he started running towards her. Her heart was pounding in her chest – she couldn't move though. She was rooted to the spot. It wasn't fear that kept her from moving. It was sheer happiness and bliss. It was almost like her body couldn't believe he was really there. He looked good too. She wasn't wrong in thinking that the sea would change him – muscles rippled underneath his uniform, ones that weren't there before.

As he ran into her space, he quickly embraced her. His strong arms wrapped around her engulfing her. His arms tightened moving her close. She let out a sob as her body molded to him. She didn't realize just how much she missed him until he was in front of her. She didn't know the depths of her sadness over losing him until that moment.

"My love, please don't cry." He said, pain in his voice. He looked down at her, their eyes meeting for the first time. His blue eyes were brighter than she had ever seen. His face was older, but he looked better. There was a slight beard on his face, some ginger hair peaking through. The smile he had was proof enough that he was happy to see you.

"I can't believe it's actually you!" she cried. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was almost as if two years hadn't passed at all.

"Emma, I'm back, there is no need to worry anymore. I'm home." He said, reaching up to cup her cheek. Again, as if they were sharing one mind, their lips met. Instantly she was under his spell again. She couldn't believe two years had passed without feeling his lips on hers. The kiss held so much passion and so much more than ever before. She had never needed someone as much as she needed him now. How could she have ever thought that her life could be anything without him in it? Hell, he was just a dream, yet her life kind of sucked when he wasn't even in them.

"I've missed you." Was all she was able to say?

"And I you. More than you could ever know." He agreed. Something though about him was different – he seemed older than his looks made him appear.

"What is it Killian?" She asked, looking deep into his eyes, trying to figure out the pain that was behind them.

"Before I left, before all of this happened, you were going to tell me something, and I stopped you, not wanting that moment to be spoiled. And I must confess, it was the worst decision of my life. I should have let you tell me everything you were feeling. The past two years of never knowing exactly what those words were going to be have been pure and utter torture. Everyday without you was already hard enough to bear, but not knowing what words were going to come out of your mouth were worse." His confession brought Emma's tears back.

All those years ago, she was going to tell him that she had fallen in love with him, that she needed him in her life to survive. She was going to lay it all on the table, not wanting to let him go without him knowing how she felt.

"Emma, I've spent two years hoping and praying the words out of your mouth would have been that you love me. I've spent these years hoping that you felt the same way that I did – hoping that our hearts beat as one. Time went by and I didn't even hear from yet, yet Liam had heard from Sarah. I hated that he got word from the woman he loved; yet I received only silence from you. However, each night when I looked up at the sky, I knew you were out there, that you were safe. More importantly, I knew that you felt something for me. I couldn't explain it, but I felt it. Emma, I thought all of those things because I was the one who loved you. I still love you Emma. I spent each day at sea working to make my way back to you, in order to tell you that you've captured this sailor's heart." His admission of love, his admiration of her, brought her forward back into his arms.

Never in her life did she ever think she would hear someone say those words to her. Never in a million years did she expect to hear a confession of that nature. It was truly a fairy tale.

"Killian, I love you too." She told him as she leaned in for a kiss. She let go of all her emotions and poured them into the kiss. Their tongues danced together as they had once before. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer than she thought possible. His arms wrapped back around his, his hands rubbing circles along her dress. This time though, his tears mixed with hers. This homecoming reunion was one for the books.

"Emma, come with me." He said as they pulled back from each other, remembering where they were.

"Ok." She would go anywhere with him.

Emma followed Killian blindly. She probably always would, something inside of her innately trusted him. He had a firm hold of her hand, unwilling to break their bond that had been created. They had spent too long apart. It didn't matter any more that this was just a dream - this was the realest thing Emma had ever felt and she was going to cherish it.

He led her to the clearing - their clearing. She could see the Jewel docked in the marina. It's sails resting quietly. There wasn't a breeze in sight.

"Ever since you brought me here, this has become by far my most favorite place in the world. While you were gone, I actually came here a few times, hoping that I would see the sails in the distance, meaning you were home. They never came, but I still wished for them." she confessed. She had done this quite often the first few months, however, she was upset with herself that she didn't keep up the tradition.

He didn't respond, only placed a kiss on the top of her head. They sat down on the ground and just enjoyed each other's company for a while. It felt good being back in his arms. It felt right - like she wasn't supposed to be anywhere else. It was during times like these she wished she could enter a coma - just so she could spend forever with him.

After a while sitting in silence Emma began to question him about their journey.

"So two year, what did you do all that time?" she turned to look at him with her question.

"Well, the first few months, we were just sailing around the Kingdom, making sure that peace was spread throughout the land. It was actually really boring. I stayed on the ship most of the time. I didn't want to leave. After six or seven months we traveled to Arendell to do some peace talks with their queen. We were there for almost a year - Liam was sent back to relay information with the king. Upon his return, we moved south to do a quick visit with the Sea Kingdom, and now we are back. It was actually rather uneventful." he actually looked annoyed at the fact he didn't see much action.

"Well, I for one am certainly glad it was." she joked, shoving his shoulder with hers. She was more than grateful he was back in one piece.

"As at times, so am I. However, a few skirmishes with pirates or attacking kingdoms would have been fun." he joked back.

Night was falling by the time Emma's stomach started to growl. He lifted Emma up and insisted that they head back to get some food. He wouldn't have her wasting away right before his eyes. He walked her down to the tavern where Liam and Sarah were reuniting. Liam had to wait a bit longer before leaving the ship - something to do with their upcoming orders. They both blushed a bit when they walked in on them in a passionate kiss. Killian cleared his throat.

"Well hello little brother, I see you've found your fair maiden." Liam said, giving Emma a slight nod of his head. "It's good to see you again lass."

"You too Captain. Congratulations on both the marriage and your child." Emma smiled.

"Aye, I know in my heart of hearts we will be having a healthy baby boy soon, one to carry on the good name of Jones." Liam smiled at his wife. She had never seen Sarah happier than right in that moment.

"Liam, we should make sure the ladies have their meal and then head back to the ship." Killian injected into the conversation.

"Aye, dinner shall served, but I thought a change of scenery may be good for the both of us. I deserve a night with my wife and you deserve a night in a real bed. You've been taking too many watches lately, and you deserve the rest. We have a room prepared for you." Liam offered. Emma was ecstatic - it meant she would get more time with him.

"Thank you brother. Let's get a move on and get our loves fed." he smiled.

After dinner was served, Emma began to worry about what the night may bring. Emma hadn't had sex yet - having never met the right person in her world. Would she stay the night with Killian? Would he want her too? This was an old-fashioned world after all. But that wasn't the worst thing she was thinking. Would Killian wake up the next morning to find that Emma had disappeared. She didn't know if she could stand the pain he was about to feel. She couldn't do that to him - she couldn't lead him on any farther.

Liam and Sarah excused themselves immediately after dinner. She could tell the couple needed the alone time. Emma just sat beside Killian, her fingers threaded through his, her head resting on his shoulder. She was content to just spend the night in his company - not saying anything, just taking in his aura.

It was getting late when Killian suggested the retire for the night. No new conversations had passed between them. During dinner Emma had explained that she was staying in the Inn again tonight - unsure of where her home in this world actually was - since most of the time she didn't fall asleep in this world. Most of the time she would just wake up back in her own bed, no real memory of how it all happened. So staying at the inn another night was the perfect cover for Emma.

They walked together up stairs to their rooms, which happened to be across from each other. Sarah's quarters were actually downstairs, and they were all alone up here. The air began to crack from the spark that was between them as they approached their doors. It was like the hallway was becoming smaller by the second. There wasn't much distance between the two, but it felt like a million miles and none at the same time.

"Well Swan, I guess this is goodnight," he said, as he turned to face her.

"I guess it is," she said with a slight smile. "I am so glad you are back Killian. You have no idea how hard it was being away from you."

"I am glad I am back too my love. Nothing could have kept me away any longer." He said, squeezing her hand.

He then bent down to give Emma a simple goodnight kiss before entering their rooms. However, the second Killian's lips contacted hers, something took over her body. It was like she needed him to breathe. The kiss intensified the moment it started. Their lips began to crash upon each other. She nipped at his bottom lip, igniting a growl from him, as he pulled her close to him. As soon as her body pressed up against the hardness that was now growing in his trousers, he pushed her back against the wall. A loud thud rang out over her moans as he moved to cover her body.

She had never felt this way before. Never had she felt so attracted to a person. This must have been what all the books described to her. Suddenly she knew she needed him. She didn't care that she may only get one night, she didn't care what the outcomes where - besides this was all just a dream anyways. Maybe she could let it play out; maybe she could finally understand what her friends were talking about.

They continued to kiss in the hallway for what seemed like days. His hands roamed over her body, feeling her waist and back. Her hands moved to pull his shirt out from his trousers, feeling his ass while doing so. He had a wonderful backside she had to admit. Her fingers dragged against his skin, the feeling sending shivers down his body. She wanted him to keep touching her. She needed him to feel her. Her body was on fire.

He moved from his assault on her mouth to kiss her neck. It was the most intense feeling she'd had in a while. His hands finally came to the front of her body, moving across her stomach first. She was worried he would be too much of a gentleman and stop, but then his fingers slowly moved up to trace the outline of her breasts. Her traced the outline of the lace that rested on her bosom. She gasped as his hand actually cupped her.

He removed his lips from her neck, moving his head so they were looking directly at each other.

"We should stop love," he said in a haggard voice, she could tell he was just trying to control himself. She was feeling the same way.

"Maybe we should," she agreed, "but maybe we shouldn't."

She leaned back forward to kiss him, to tease him a bit. At the end of the kiss, she bit down on his lower lip, something she is quickly learning drives him crazy.

"My love, we should. Call me old fashioned, but we should wait." he spoke.

"Killian, what are you saying?" she questioned, a worry popping up in the back of her mind. Old fashioned and waiting only meant one thing, and she wasn't sure she could handle what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Emma, I love you. I have never loved anyone else, and I will never love anyone else. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. I plan on making you my wife, if you will have me." he admitted, while a little bit of fear spread across Emma's face.

"I don't…" she began before she was cut off in a similar fashion as the night he left.

"I'm not proposing Swan. We've only just reunited, and I am not Liam. We have time to get to know each other again, to fall in love all over again. Just know that I am in this forever, in the future I plan on asking and I hope you will say yes. I am not saying we wait till then, but I am saying we should wait until we know each other better again. I don't want you to regret anything." his words warmed her heart. He really did know and understand her. He really did get her.

"Ok, we can get to know each other again." she said, leaning up to capture his lips again. The kiss wasn't as passionate, but held all the same feelings as before.

They ended the kiss and moved into their own quarters, bidding each other goodnight. And as Emma laid down on the bed, she begged the gods that she would wake up in that bed in the morning.

It was funny how the dream world worked. Normally, Emma would wake up the following morning - only having spent a few precious hours in her seaside village. Never had she actually spent the entire night, never had she spent any true time there. This time, things were different.

She actually did wake up in the bed the next morning. At least she thought it was the next morning, because she never returned to her real world. She quickly ran from the room and pounded on Killian's door, hoping that he was there.

When he opened the door in nothing but his trousers - showing off the well defined muscles that laid beneath his shirt, she couldn't hold in her excitement any longer. She flung herself on him, bringing her lips crashing into his. They kiss for a few minutes in the doorway of his room, their lips saying good morning.

"Not that I don't mind this wake up call love, but what has lead to it?" he questioned when they finally came up for air.

"Nothing, I'm just glad you are here. I woke up and was worried everything had just been a dream." she said, pulling his head back towards hers for a final kiss.

"Not a dream love, I promise you." he winked. "Now why don't you get dressed and we can spend the day together. I have a few plans for us."

The days continued on - before Emma knew it, she had spent a whole month in the dream world. Then time continued to pass. Never once did she wake up to find herself in her own bed back in reality. Not once did she want to return either.

Most days were spent with Killian - or as much of it as she could. The ship's crew was given a month off when they first arrived back. Mostly because they had spent so long at sea. Also, because a short while after their return, Liam's son was born. Charles was a beautiful baby boy and Emma thoroughly enjoyed her time with him. She couldn't get enough of his chubby cheeks and his little fingers.

After the month off, Killian returned to work. He stayed in the inn, along with Emma - who made up a story of needing to stay in town, as her home wasn't acceptable at the moment. No one questioned her, and no one questioned Killian. They hadn't spent a night together yet though - at least not in that way. Many nights, they would sit up in either bed, just talking about their past and future. They would stay up so late that many times they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Other times they kissed until they were out of breath or the temptation was too strong. Still she would curl up next to him, whispering her love for him, before they fell asleep. If Liam and Sarah knew they were sleeping together, they didn't say anything.

Killian's work kept him busy during the day, but Emma didn't mind. Too much time together wasn't always best for couples. She knew one in school who had every class together and were neighbors. It didn't last past the first football game.

So while time was moving forward, and Emma was falling more deeply in love, she was worried their time may run out. She knew that any day, she could wake up and be back in reality. She knew that tomorrow Killian would be leaving on his final tour. It had been three months since she arrived. Three wonderful and beautiful months. They were filled with love and joy. She didn't want to give them up.

That night she decided they couldn't wait any longer. There was no point. Either way, they were going to be separated. Either she was going to wake up tomorrow and be back in her world, or she would wake up and walk Killian to the docks to say goodbye. She knew she truly loved him, and if she could, if it was humanly possible, she would stay in this world and marry him tomorrow. She knew that this was where she was meant to be.

That night, Sarah and Emma planned a large dinner feast for their men. Liam had been holding Charles all day, unwilling to let anyone else have time with the lad. Emma understood his needs - he wouldn't be seeing his child again for quite some time. The latest they have heard, they would be gone for six months, then returning to be the local flagship and patrol. They all feasted on a wonderful chicken and vegetables. Emma made a chocolate special for the occasion.

Sarah and Liam left to put Charles to sleep, agreeing to meet in the morning at ten AM to walk to the docks as a family. That only left 14 hours for Emma to get her fill of Killian. She needed to remember everything that was going to happen, as the next six months would be brutal to her.

He led her up to his bedroom. They had taken up switching rooms each night, mostly to throw off their scent. While they were sure Sarah and Liam wouldn't judge, they didn't want anyone else knowing what was happening. Once they stepped inside the door, Emma couldn't wait any longer. She threw herself at him.

She couldn't hold herself back anymore, and it seemed like he couldn't either. He quickly broke off the kiss and spun her around so her back was facing him. He slowly, teasingly, removed the dress she as wearing - his favorite red one. All that was left was her corset and underwear but the time she turned around to kiss him. Rather than staying upright in the middle of the room, he lifted her up and dropped her on the bed. He came to toward over her, leaning down to capture her lips. They had been in this situation before - she knew how his erection felt against her stomach while she was earning nothing but her nightgown. She knew the feeling of his hands slipping inside of the gown to caress her breasts. It was the farthest they had ever went - not wanting to push themselves too far.

This time however, nothing was going to stop them.

"Are you sure love?" Killian asked her as he trailed kisses along the swell of her breasts.

"Please Killian, make love to me. We only have tonight." She begged, as her hands worked to remove his shirt.

"We may only have tonight, but when I return we will have forever." he countered, lifting up so she could pull the shirt over his head.

He moved back to kissing her, his hands finding her breasts and cupping them. Thankfully she was wearing a corset that buttoned in the front. She hated the normal ones that needed help lacing up, and when she found this while shopping the other day, she bought 4. In that moment, it was the best purchase she had ever made. His hands made quick work of the buttons and removed the corset in one fluid motion. His hands were back in her in an instant. The sensation of his rough hands - calloused by his work at sea - made her nipples erect. He took one in his hand and flicked her nipple, sending a shockwave through her system.

Her moans were coming faster and louder, his hands like fire on her skin. She was love each and every moment he was providing her. He moved his lips from hers - telling her what a vision she was and how beautiful she was as he moved to take one of her nipples in his mouth. The heat of his mouth was searing against her breast. It was with that that he moved his hand lower. She was nervous yes, but she was anxious as well. She truly loved Killian, and knew that anything they did together would be magical.

As his hands reached her panties, she let out a soft gasp. She didn't think that she would feel that electricity in her, yet here she was hungry for him to touch her more. He moved his hand on the outside of her clothes, cupping her core and building her up. His mouth still descending on her breasts. The friction his hand was providing to her core was sending her higher and higher. He slowly moved up to look her in the eyes again, as his hand came to rest on the band of her underwear.

"I love you," he said, as he removed the only barrier she had left on her body.

"I love you. Please Killian." she added, as his fingers made contact with her sensitive nub. The feeling was overwhelming. She bucked a bit from the sensation at first, but then came to rest back down and he began to kiss her. His fingers played with her, moving her wetness around. He started with light stokes, familiarizing himself with her, but then he moved to harder strokes and more pressure to her clit. She moaned into his mouth. She needed more, there was something building up inside of her, a need to have him in her.

All too soon she was falling from his fingers. She cried out his name in ecstasy. His lips catching hers once his name was said, his fingers moving slowly over her clit to bring her down from the high she was experiencing for the first time. Nothing would ever compare to what she had just experienced. His kisses were intoxicating, building her up again, his fingers not stopping their motions.

"You are so wonderful when you fall love." he said, as he pulled back to watch her wither was her passion rose again.

"That was amazing." she was able to get out before the sensation was overtaking her. He leaned down to take her lips again. However, the kiss was short, as he began to kiss his was down her body. His hand left her sex and moved up to mirror the other one that was now tracing down the sides of her chest. She was so sensitive all over, each time his hands touched her it was like a shock to her system, a good shock, one that made her want him.

As her reached her stomach, Emma's anxiousness was increasing again. As his lips met her clit and his tongue darted out to lap her, she cried out.

"Shit." she said with her head thrown back.

His hands came down to part her legs farther, allowing more access to her wet core. It was then that she felt him slip a finger inside her wanting slit. She had never knew she needed to be filled by him, but his one finger was not enough. And because this was Killian, and he always knew what she was thinking, he slipped another finger inside of her as his teeth came to tug on her clit. Her moans were turning into pleas. She could feel that buzzing in her stomach getting larger by the second. She knew she was close to coming again, and she very much wanted to fall.

He began to pulse his hand. Slowly moving his fingers in and out of her quim, curling them as they went. With a flick of his tongue and then a long drawn out lick, she was falling all over again. As she fell, he sped up his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out of her core. Her orgasm lasted longer this time, thanks to his fingers, and as he slowed, she came down from her high.

He came back up to meet her lips, tasting herself. As he kissed her, she reached her legs up and pulled him flush against her. His trousers were still on, but Emma could feel his hard length against her core. It was almost a better sensation than his tongue. Almost.

"You are wearing too many clothes." she said, a huskiness in her voice.

"Aye." he responded as he moved to stand. She immediately missed the heat of his body, but relished to see him strip himself bear. He was a sight to behold. He told her time and time again that she was a vision; yet he was a god. His body was perfect, with defined muscles and a nice chest. She didn't mind his chest hair; in fact, she loved it now, considering how it felt brushed up against her nipples. It was in that moment, that she got her first glimpse of him. He was big, and it worried her for a moment. His two fingers filled her up pretty well, how was he even going to fit inside of her. Yet, some how she knew he would be a perfect fit. They fit so well together everywhere else.

He climbed back over her, sinking down so his member lined up with her nub. He moved just a bit, causing her to let out a cry as he captured her lips.

"My love, I have to ask one more time, are you positive?" he asked, looking directly into her eyes.

"Yes." she said, rocking her body against his, pulling him back down to her.

He reached down and grabbed his member, moving it to align with her entrance. She was already soaking wet again. He sank into her slowly, a long moan escaping her lips as each inch entered. He was worried she was in pain, but then she began to move beneath him. She needed more.

"Killian, move please." she begged, pushing her feet back up to wrap around his ass.

He placed his hands on either side of the bed, moving her hands with them, so he pinned her beneath him. He began to move, slowly at first, and not to far. However, control was soon lost. He picked up the pace each time Emma cried out in passion. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was stunning. He was growling as each thrust in and out happened. She was tight, but he fit her like a glove. She was truly made to be with him.

"Fuck Emma." it was the first time she had heard him use that word, and it made her lift her hips up to meet him in a thrust. She circled her hips as she sank back down. His eyes closed and his head thrown back in a moan.

He let go of one hand and moved his to meet her nub. He circled it in time with each thrust. He had Emma falling for the third time that night after a few minutes. He wanted their time to last, so he wasn't hard with his touch, teasing her just enough to bring her to the edge a few times before finally allowing her to crash. As she came around him, her walls clenched his dick. He could feel her pulsing around him and he couldn't hold on any longer. He yelled her name as he emptied himself inside of her. He knew he shouldn't have; yet he couldn't help himself.

He fell atop of her, breathing her in. She was panting from her release, just as he was. He moved them so she was tucked into his body.

"I love you Emma," he breathed.

"I love you Killian." she replied, resting her head back against his chest.

They made love two more times that night - wanting to make the most of the time they had together. Sleep be damned. They had to make each moment count - because who knew when they would have this chance again.

In the morning light, Emma felt no remorse for what they had done. She was in pure bliss. She was sore, yes, but it felt good. It felt like she had accomplished something. She hold shown Killian just how deep her feelings for him went, just how much she cared for him. And now, she would always know just how much he cared for her. No matter what happened after he left - since she woke up with the sun and not in her reality - she knew that what they shared was special and important. Even if she woke up tomorrow back in her world, she would always love and cherish the time spent with him.

She rolled over and buried her face into the crook of his neck. While they were busy last night, they finally tired and tried to get some sleep in the early morning hours. He stirred beneath her - a soft smile appearing in his lips.

"Good Morning love." he said, finally opening his eyes to take in the sight above him.

"Good Morning." she smiled back.

"What time is it?" he questioned, a soft panic appearing across his face.

"It's about nine. We should get up and get ready." her pain slipping into her voice. She bawled like a baby last time - not know what the time away would do and she was petrified to leave him.

"We should, but I would like to spend one more minute in the arms of the woman who has fully captured my heart." he was always so romantic and sweet. Normally, it would annoy her, but today, it made her feel a bit better.

The hour quickly passed and before they knew it, they were walking hand in hand down to the docks following their family. Emma was surprised at how she was also upset that Liam would be leaving as well. She considered him like a brother - getting to know him better over the past three months. While they started off rocky, their relationship was better now. She knew he only wanted the best for his brother.

Standing on the pier, watching as the sailors began to stand at attention for their Captain, Emma's eyes filled with tears. She gripped Killian's hand in a vice grip. She didn't want to let go, afraid of what the loneliness might be like. Everything was uncertain now. Everything was going to change, and she was going to fight to keep it the same.

"I don't want you to go." she whispered, thinking that it was going to be something she said over and over again for the rest of her life.

"I don't want to leave you love, but I must. Just remember our love, remember my love for you is endless and eternal. We only have to make it six months. I promise I will come back for you - I will see you again." he reached into his jacket. He was all dressed up ready to lead his crew on their voyage. Emma was beginning to hate the uniform she once enjoyed gawking at. He pulled out a ring from inside his coat.

"Take this love. It was Liam's - he gave it to me years ago, when we were sold to that horrible Captain. It used to be our grandfathers. Liam said that this ring would always bring good luck and remind us that there is something out there waiting for us. I want you to have it. Whenever you miss me, whenever you need a reminder of my love for you; just look at it." Emma's eyes dropped when she saw the ring. She wasn't going to lie -s he had hoped it would have been a different kind of ring.

"Emma, I love you and I am coming back to you. When I return, we can marry and begin our lives together." he added, knowing exactly what Emma needed.

"I love you too." was all she was able to respond. She didn't want to tell him yes, that she was going to wait for him, that she would marry him one day. While she knew she would if the worlds would allow her, she couldn't promise him anything.

They shared a passionate kiss, the last one before he walked onto the deck of the ship.

She stared up at the ship for the longest time - keeping her eyes on her lover. As they cast off, she heard him yell out one last time before he disappeared from her eye sight.

"I love you. My Swan."

She yelled back an "I love you." and turned to hug Sarah and little Charles.

"Where are they headed?" Emma finally asked as they walked back to the tavern.

"Neverland" was all Emma remembered Sarah saying.

The next thing she knew Emma was waking up in a room that was unfamiliar. Conflicting ideas were passing in her head. The last thing she remembered of her reality was walking up to a room with some guy at a homecoming party, drunk. The last thing she remembered of her dream world was Sarah and her walking away from the docks where their loves just left.

Emma sat up too quickly in the bed and felt the need to be ill. She ran towards what she hoped was the bathroom. Thankfully, her instincts were right and she vomited in the toilet. It was after the contents of her stomach were empty that she noticed her appearance. She was naked accept her panties.

She walked back to the room and didn't see anyone else, but thankfully recognized the room. She was in the room she had fallen asleep in. It was only a few hours after she had fallen asleep, but months had passed in her dream world. Thankfully she was alone. Her clothes were on the floor. She quickly dressed and made her way from the house. She sent a text off to Tricia that her hangover was something fierce and she would talk later.

Weeks passed and nothing was filling in the missing hours of what happened that night. Tricia and Sloan both said they spent the night together and didn't even see Emma go up to the room. The guys she was hanging with don't remember that night at all either. No one even knew who Emma was talking about when she said someone had brought her to the room.

In December, Ingrid began to worry about her. Emma had been getting sick a lot lately - missing school often. She would be violently ill in the mornings, but by the evening was fine - in fact most evenings she was starving. Once winter break began, Ingrid drove Emma to their doctor's office to see what was wrong.

They were both sitting in the doctor's office, when they got the news. Emma held her mother's hand - afraid she may have cancer or something - since she didn't know her birth parent's history. As the doctor said the two words to them, Emma's world came crashing down around them.

"You're pregnant."

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