Chapter 5:
The Magic Words
I'm messing with the timeline. The last chapter happened on Thursday night, but I decided I didn't want Emma going to work the next day, so I'm changing it to Friday night. This chapter starts on Saturday morning.
"I'll find you, Emma." he said, the wind whipping his raven hair into a frenzy, "I swear to all the gods that I will find you and I will marry you." He brought her left hand to his lips and kissed the ring that he had placed there. She'd said that she didn't want a ring, that she wasn't the jewelry type, but he'd said he wanted the world to know that she was his and only his, so she relented.
"You don't know that." Emma replied, looking out over the water at the purple fog headed their way.
"I do." he said and kissed her hard, gripping the back of her neck. His tongue demanded entry and she found herself in a fierce dance of needy lips. He pulled away but didn't go far. His lips brushed hers as he commanded in a soft voice, "Say it for me. One last time." Emma chased his lips but he moved them out of reach, keeping his forehead to hers. "Say it, Emma. Say it and when I hear it I'll remember."
"What makes you so sure our love is enough?"
He pulled back, looking at her as if she had said the Earth was flat. "Darling..." his hand came up to stroke her face and with a hopeful smile he said, "Do you think this sort of thing happens everyday?"
She felt her heart skip a beat. He kissed forehead and said again, "Say it for me."
The tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't lose him again. "I don't want to live without you!"
The cloud was close. It's roar almost deafening. "You won't have to, love! Not for very long! Say it, Emma! Don't be afraid!"
Emma wrapped her arms around his neck as tight as she could, knowing they would be ripped apart soon. She wanted to say it. She wanted to tell him. As the cloud rolled over the deck of the ship she yelled into the wind, "Killian, I-"
Emma woke with a start. Her heart was pounding, her face wet with tears. She felt hands on her naked body and became afraid.
"It's alright, Emma!" Father Jones said. His small room was dark, she couldn't see a thing and it was making it hard to come out of her dream. Her hands reached out for him.
"It's coming!" she sobbed, "We have to go, we have to run!"
"Emma!" His arms pulled her into a tight embrace, "Calm down, darling, it was just a dream." He kissed her gently, whispering comforter things in her ear. When she finally came to her senses, Emma let herself fall into the sensations of his body against her. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and reveled in the burn his stubble left on her skin. Her legs spread so that he could settle between them, trapping her with his hard frame as they kissed deep and slow.
She didn't realize how worked up she was until he touched her. She yelped in surprise. It was like being shocked. Her sex was tender and raw. Emma moaned. The knowledge that he had abused her flesh so thoroughly was intoxicating. She hadn't been fucked like that in her entire life, and yet, it felt more like she had been fucked like that, long ago, and had been craving such ruthless lovemaking ever since. One thing was for certain: Jefferson would never satisfy her again. He touched her again and she flinched.
"Don't worry, sweetheart." he cooed, "I can be gentle." and started to kiss his way slowly down her body. "Let me worship you, my goddess."
Emma couldn't help but smirk, "I thought I was a whore."
"Mary Magdalene was a whore." he said, "Besides, you're not a whore, you're my whore. Only mine." The priests lips made their way to her swollen folds and slowly licked her sensitive flesh. The sensation hovered on the border between enough and too much. She whimpered when he began to circle her clit, keening helplessly when he latched on sucked hard as he pulled her shaking legs over his shoulders.
"Killian!" she cried out, and nearly sobbed when his mouth left her. She looked down. He was staring at her wide-eyed and perplexed. Emma became flustered. What would he think of her? Calling out another man's name.
"Yes." he said, voice full of want and brutal desire, "Say my name this time, Emma. My real name, I want to hear you scream it."
She was confused but then his mouth was on her again and she was moaning through her pleasure. Just like in her vision, he took her swollen bundle of nerves gently between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Emma cried out "Killian!" as she fell apart, and when he didn't stop, forcing her orgasm to last, she found herself nearly tearing the hairs from his head.
Once she had floated back to Earth he nuzzled into her neck, breathing deeply as if he wanted to inhale her entire being. "I'll tell Sister Astrid I'm sick today." he murmured, "I don't want to leave this room."
She laughed, running her fingers through his silky hair, "Won't I be caught if I don't leave soon?"
"Not if you stay until late tonight. I can sneak you out after the nuns go to bed."
"Jefferson is picking me up at six. I have to take a shower and-" Emma stopped. Killian's fingers were digging into her skin. His body had gone stiff. When he looked up at her she saw fury and rage.
"You're still..." he seethed, chest heaving, "You're still seeing him?"
Emma thought about it. "What do you want me to do? Break up with my boyfriend of..." she tried to remember how long she'd been dating Jefferson. She knew it was a long time, but the beginning was fuzzy, "...ten years for a man I can never have?"
"You can't see him again. What if he tries to touch you?" he asked sincerely.
She scoffed, "I told you, that's something he's allowed to do."
"Not anymore!" he shouted.
"That's not fair!" was her reply, the anger boiling over suddenly and without warning, "Jefferson has been there for me for as long as I can remember and I may not love him but I know that he will continue to be there when I need him, not just when he needs a hole to stick his cock in!" Emma pushed him off of her and crawled out of the small bed. Her legs buckled as soon as she tried to stand. They were jelly, absolutely boneless. Her insides were sore, her inner thighs aching from bruises left by her lover's forceful thrusts.
Before she could stop him he was picking her up, "You can't even walk." he said, "Stay with me, I'll take care of you until you feel better."
"You did this to me!" she shouted, "You have ruined me! Both my body and my soul!"
"Good!" he yelled back, even as he supported her weight, "I truly hope you are ruined, Emma Swan, because if any man ever so much as looks at you again-"
"You'll what?!" she shouted, tearing her way out of his arms and falling against the wall for support, "Kill him?"
"Aye!" he growled.
"You wouldn't. You're a priest."
"What's one more sin? After what we did? Nothing can redeem either one of us now."
Emma grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled in on, struggling to stay upright. "I have no family, Killian. No friends. Don't you get it? I need someone. Someone I can count on. And you're..." she looked at him in the early morning light. His hair was disheveled and he looked dumbstruck, like he was truly surprised that she wasn't giving up a stable relationship just because it wasn't as exciting as fucking a priest. Jefferson might be boring, but what they were doing was incredibly reckless and stupid. It would never last. She had to end it. She took a deep breath, "You are married to the church, Father Jones," the words had to be forced out, "and I don't want to be your mistress." He looked stricken, but she forced herself to stand up straight and say firmly, "I'm going to do what I always do on Saturday and that's be with my boyfriend."
"He'll know." he said darkly, "I left my mark all over your body, he'll know that you were with someone else!"
He huffed a laugh, "What's one more lie?"
"You're a bad liar, Miss Swan."
"AND YOU'RE A FUCKING TERRIBLE PRIEST!" she screamed before leaving his home as fast as her weak legs could carry her.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Emma spent nearly all day soaking in the tub. Her body ached from head to toe. There were bruises from Killian's love bites peppering her pale skin and as she lay in the warm water she touched every one, remembering the little shocks of pleasure pain that had accompanied each nibble.
She didn't work in the garden that day. Instead, after calling Jefferson to tell him that she wasn't feeling well, she curled into her bay window and opened her book. Tyga lay at her feet, napping in the sun as she read.
In the middle of this gang of villains, resting in a rough chariot pulled by his men, is the blackest and most terrifying of all pirates, James Hook. Instead of a right hand, he has an iron hook which he raises into the air to get his men to travel more quickly. He treats them like dogs and as dogs they obey him utterly.
James. Emma thought, Not Killian. James.
Something about it didn't sound right. She couldn't seem to stop dreaming about Father Jones as Captain Hook. How she'd known his name was beyond her, but Emma reasoned she'd overheard it somewhere at some point.
"You really should start locking your door."
Emma nearly jumped out of her skin, "Henry!" she screamed at the boy was standing innocently next to her. She sighed heavily and groaned, "What do you want?"
"I brought you something."
"Whatever it is, I don't want it."
"I know." Henry smiled and dumped an enormous leather-bound book on Emma's lap.
"Hey! What the hell?!"
"Look!" he shouted, opening the cover. He flipped through a few pages and stopped on an illustration of what appeared to be a wedding. "These are your parents."
"Ah, kid, I really don't want to do this today."
"Just look at it!" he insisted stomping his foot. Emma rolled her eyes and looked at the page. The picture was beautiful and stylistic, but unfamiliar. "Their names are Snow White and Prince Charming. In this world they go by Mary Margaret and David."
"David? You mean... the mechanic? You think he's my dad?"
"I know he is. I don't know where your mom is, though. I can't find her anywhere in town." Emma shot him a dubious look, but Henry went on, jabbing his finger at the printed words, "This book is full of true stories. I want you to read them."
She flipped through the creamy pages, "These are all fairytales."
"I labeled them," he said, indicating the colorful tabs that decorated the margins, "so that you would know who's who."
She sighed, closing the book with a heavy thud. "Henry, I don't want this book."
"I know. But I know you, Emma Swan. You're going to read it, because you're the savior, and you can sense something is wrong. You've sensed it ever seen you met Father Jones."
"What?!" Emma balked, "Henry, Father Jones and I haven't done anything, I swear!" she spat out quickly.
"Ew, I don't want to know! Just-" Henry winced, clearly trying to hold back a mental image, "Just... when it comes to the priest, I want you to follow your instincts and keep the details to yourself. It's bad enough that I came home early on Valentine's Day that one time. Now, I'm gonna come back tomorrow, and hopefully you will have your memories back. If not, I'll have to try something else." Henry stomped out of the house before a bewildered Emma could respond.
She looked down at the book. Its pages were thick. On the cover it read, Once Upon a Time. She ran her finger down the line of neon tabs than ran down the side. One said, JEFFERSON. She opened the book to that page, allowing it to settle in her lap as she crossed her sore legs. The tab brought her to a story about the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland, but it was a story Emma had never heard. The tale was terribly sad. The man had spent years trying to get back to his daughter. He was wracked with crippling guilt that left him hollow and empty in every way. Without his daughter he was truly alone.
Emma sniffed and wiped away a single tear. What a terrible book, she thought, What kind of a fairytale doesn't have a happy ending? Emma looked through the tabs again. She turned to a page marked, RUBY. That story was even worse. In it, Red Riding Hood was a werewolf that accidentally ate her boyfriend.
"Jeez." Emma said, "No wonder this kid is fucked up. Where did he get this thing?" That was when she spotted a bright blue tab marked, OR TIME. Emma read the story of how Snow White and Prince Charming met. Snow White was trying to escape the Evil Queen by buying safe passage out of the Enchanted Forest. She went to a ship captain who refused to give his name. Emma looked at the illustration of a man's silhouette, framed eerily by the moonlight coming through the window of his cabin as Snow tried to pay him, but the captain refused. He said he wanted something specific. A ring. The ring that Prince Charming was going to give to his bride.
Snow snuck into a ball at King Midas's castle. While everyone was dancing, she stole the ring and almost got away, but was spotted. Emma's heart raced as she read the words. Snow fled on horseback as an arrow whizzed past her head, missing her only by inches. Little did she know, she had left the ring behind. Emma was so engrossed in the story that she didn't even notice the illustration until she went to turn the page.
Emma's breath caught in her throat. She suddenly felt very, very cold. The illustration was of a couple. They were dancing and looking into each other's eyes. The man's was a look of love and utter adoration, the woman's was similar, but more broken and mixed with fear. Her dress was bright red and on her blonde head was a tiara. The bottom of the picture read: Prince Charles and Princess Leia.
Emma laughed. This book must be a joke. But even so, she ran her hands across the smooth page. Something about the image made her feel incredibly warm and inexplicably safe. She thought of Father Jones and was suddenly overcome with the urge to be in his arms again. She closed her eyes and imagined his lips against hers. Emma, I need you, she heard him say, Call me Killian.
She felt his name leave her throat over and over again. He was touching her. It felt so incredible. Emma never thought simply being held could feel so satisfying. He kissed her with passion, she could feel his stubble on her lips. His hand was in between her legs, roughly pleasuring her from the inside.
Emma opened her eyes, breathing hard. She wanted him. Now. But she couldn't. Not after their fight. Instead she flipped to a page in the book labeled, HOOK.
It was a strange swashbuckling tale of pirates and demons and sword fights and betrayals. This story made Emma angry. Furious, in fact. She hated the woman called Milah. Why she was the love interest in a fairytale was beyond Emma. She was a cheating, manipulative, and cruel person who did not deserve the captain. When the pirate introduced himself to the Imp her vision blurred. Emma had to read that part several times. The Captain introduced himself as: Killian Jones.
She shook her head, trying to find reality. How on Earth had this kid made this book? Had he written it himself? And what was the point? Emma read on. She was secretly thrilled when Milah died, leaving a heartbroken Killian Jones to become the fearsome Captain Hook. Emma longed to comfort him, and ached at the thought of him pining for someone else. She was jealous, she realized. Jealous of a fictional character.
That was when the doorbell rang.
Emma looked up. It was dark outside. The day had disappeared while her nose had been stuffed in Henry's silly book. She looked at her watch.
9:00?! She gasped, then jumped at the sound of pounding on her door.
When she opened her front door, Emma wasn't surprised at all. "Where is he?!" Father Jones slurred, "I'll beat his bloody brains out!" Emma rolled her eyes as the priest staggered past her into the house. "JEFFERSON!" he bellowed, "I'm sorry to do this, mate!"
"Jefferson isn't here, Father."
He stopped searching for her boyfriend and looked at her quizzically.
"I told him I wasn't feeling well." she said.
A bleary grin spread across, his face, "Thank God"
"Yeah, well you really did a number on me last night and I couldn't exactly explain why I'm covered in bruises."
Killian wasn't listening. He was kissing her. He pushed her roughly up against the door. She tried not to let herself get dragged into the kiss but she couldn't help it. He devoured her like a hungry animal and left her panting for more. "Every time I close my eyes I see your face." he said in a rush between breaths, "I hear your voice saying things to me... things I want to believe."
She shrieked in surprise when he ripped open her shirt sending the white buttons flying across the room. Next came her pants and cotton briefs which she helped kick off. She expected him to touch her once she was completely bare, but he didn't. Instead he ran his fingers through her hair and said, "Do you like pirates, lass?"
Emma blinked. Of all the things he could have said, she hadn't expected that. Without thinking she answered, "Y-yes."
"Yes, what?" he demanded spanking her hard.
Emma cried out and replied on instinct, "Yes , Captain!"
She bit her lip to quell the tears that welled in her eyes from the sting of his hand. She gulped. He was too drunk to realize how rough he was being. She shouldn't do this. It was dangerous. He was dangerous. When he stroked her face she shuddered. "Aye," he said, "that's right. I'm your captain. I have bought you for the night. Your body is mine until morning. Yes?" Emma nodded, both frightened and excited. "Here's how it goes on my ship: I give the orders you follow them. Is that understood?" She nodded again but he spanked her this time.
"Yes, Captain!"
"Get on your knees." he commanded.
Emma obeyed, falling to her knees. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes widened. She had never seen him in such a way, never realized how truly large he was. She licked her lips.
"You will take it all," he instructed, "every inch." Emma nodded, awestruck by his girth. She could feel the ache in her jaw already. "Open." She opened wide and let him run his dripping head around the circle of her lips, painting her with his precum. "Don't move." he said, "I'm going to fuck your mouth." He entered her. Emma relaxed her throat so that he could slide himself up to the hilt. Her nose pressed against him and he held her there until she gagged. He slid out, then thrust back in, this time shallow. His movements became quick as he entangled his fingers at the nape of her neck. "Oh, Emma you sweet whore. I think I just might keep you. You'll be locked in my cabin for me to use when I see fit. You'll suck my cock whenever I like. I'll fuck your mouth while I sail the bloody ship." Emma focussed on keeping her jaw wide and her lips tight. She sucked in her cheeks and used her tongue until she could feel him throbbing. At that point he hauled her up by the hair and pushed her up against the door. "Yes, I think you're a fine set of holes to keep me warm at night on the lonely seas." then his commanding voice broke unexpectedly when he said, "Will you come away with me, Emma?" He kissed her before she could answer, parting only to ask, "Will you sail away with me? We can go someplace where no one can stop us from being together."
"Y-you... you mean... leave Storybrooke?"
"Aye," he replied, "as long as we live in this town, people will judge us for what we've done. But if we go somewhere else, we can be together in peace. We can tell people that we met at the bank or the park or whatever the bloody fuck we want. No one would have to know."
She looked up into his stormy blue eyes, trying to catch her breath, "Does... does that mean... you want to be with me? I'm mean... you would-"
"I would have to leave the church. I would lose everything. Emma, I don't care. I have never wanted anything more than I've wanted this." he kissed her hard.
She smiled and repeated her own words as he kissed her neck, "You want to be with me."
"Be with you?" he said, pulling away, "Emma, I want to marry you."
She gasped, "Killian, that's crazy! We've only just met each other!"
"I don't care. I know what I want. There's nothing left for me in this life." he kissed her again and she followed his movements, molding her lips to his willingly. "Swan." he breathed, and Emma saw a room filled with treasure. She could hear him yelling after her, SWAN!
"I'm afraid." she confessed. The emotions within her were beyond reason. It made no sense.
"I know, love, but we'll do it together. No one can stop me from having you. I'll burn down the whole bloody world if I have to."
She laughed incredulously, "You really are a terrible priest."
He caught her lips against, kissing her with purpose. She yanked out his collar and peeled his shirt from his shoulders. When he was naked she moved to push him towards the stairs but he slammed her roughly back into the door, "I want you here. Now." he growled and she felt moisture coat her thighs at the gravel in his voice.
Emma surprised herself by moaning breathlessly, "Fuck me, Captain."
He hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and lined himself up with her entrance. He'd never taken her without foreplay before. She realized she was holding her breath when he said soothingly, "Relax. This will be tight."
When he entered her she gasped, sobbing at the stretch. It was so close to too much, but after a few deep breaths she felt her body accommodate him. He reached down between them and rubbed at her clit making her moan.
"Once I start," he gasped, "I won't be able to stop."
"It's ok." she said, running her fingers through his hair, "Use me, Killian. Take whatever you need from my body, it's yours."
"Mine?" he asked as he began to move.
"Yes, yours. Always."
He began fucking her hard. The door rattled behind her and he angled himself to hit that special spot deep inside her. Emma cried out. She shouldn't be doing this. Her body had reached its limit, but she couldn't get enough. He was still playing with her, but it was the words he spoke that drove her over the edge. In an authoritative voice he made his demands, "You will never touch another man again. Your body is for me and only me. I won't have anyone else touching my things. Your pleasure is mine. You will never come without my permission again. Every time you touch yourself when I'm not there you will beg me over the phone to allow you release."
He was filling her so completely. She saw white as he somehow went deeper, sending her down the rabbit hole. She cried out, "May I come, Captain?" but it was too late. She was already riding wave after wave of pleasure as it washed over her.
He laughed enthusiastically, "You're a greedy girl, Emma Swan. You just can't help yourself, can you?"
"No." she said wearily, her head lolling from side to side.
"Fuck, Emma. What the bloody hell have you done to me? How can I love a woman I've just met."
She went limp in his arms, "W-what?"
"I love you, you stupid woman. As if you could possibly not know. You have bewitched me like a siren, and I go happily to the depths."
Emma tried to focus on what he was saying and not the warm feeling that was gathering in her stomach. He loved her. She should have been frightened, but she wasn't. She wanted to say it, but the words stuck in her throat. Logic did battle with her heart. It wasn't possible to love someone after so short a time, and yet she could feel it in her bones. She never wanted to be without him, never again. Emma gripped his shoulder tightly as he pounded her harder.
"Come for me, Emma. Come around my cock. I want to watch you fall apart." he hit that spot for the hundredth time and she shattered around him. The orgasm overtook her like a tidal wave, slamming into her from the inside out. "Thank you, Captain!" she cried, barely able to hear herself, "Thank you, Killian." she added. The words were coming out unbidden as he fucked her through it. When it was finally over and the aftershocks were making her shiver in his arms between lazy thrusts he kissed her hard and hungry, and when they parted she whispered into his lips, "I love you."
Killian's eyes widened, then thrust into her a final time and emptied himself inside of her. He caught her lips as she felt his warmth fill her and kissed him until it was over.
He was gasping, his breaths mingling with hers. She stroked his stubble until he looked at her. There was something in his eyes, something that hadn't been there before. "What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly worried. Perhaps he had changed his mind. Perhaps this was all a trick to lure her into bed again. "Killian-"
"Emma!" he said, grabbing her face with both hands, "Emma, you're alright." He kissed her.
"Of course I'm alright." she said, pulling away, "I mean... I'll be a little sore, but-"
He kissed her again, this time ravenously, "I knew you'd find me, my amazing woman."
"Find you?" she asked, "What are you talking about? You came here. God, you're drunk. Come on, let's get you to bed."
"Emma, listen to me!" yelled suddenly, frightening her. She froze in his arms. He was looking at her intently, searching her face for something unknown. "Darling," he said carefully, staring longingly into her eyes, "I... I remember."
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