Bless Me, Captain

by Hooks-and-Happy-Endings

Emma has been sheriff of Storybrooke for as long as she can remember, so when the mayor's son Henry starts insisting that his mom is an imposter created by Dr. Jekyl's potion and the whole town is under a terrible curse she thinks he's going insane. But even worse is his claim that the local priest is her one true love. Priest!Killian CS with a sprinkling of non-endgame Mad Swan.

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Found

So for some reason I'm really proud of this chapter. I just feel like I was in the zone writing-wise. This isn't as dub-conning as the rest but it's nice and blasphemous for all you filthy, filthy sinners out there who will be joining be in hell.

"You remember?" Emma asked, confused, "You remember what?"

Father Jones was grinning ear to ear. "Everything! The queen, the potion, the curse!"

"CURSE?!" Emma shrieked, "Oh, no!" she moaned, "You and that little psychopath are in this together!"

"What?"

She was speaking to herself "Emma, you idiot! Henry was the one that told you to go to mass. This was all just a crazy prank by a ten-year-old!"

"Henry?!" Killian said, grabbing her by the shoulders, "Henry lives with the queen! We have to get him away from her!"

Emma could only stare at him, stunned. "You're a crazy person."

"Bloody hell, WHY DON'T YOU REMEMBER?!" he yelled at her angrily making her flinch. Instantly regret covered his features, "I'm sorry." he sighed, pinching his nose, "It's just that this is rather inconvenient. I've no idea how long we've been under this curse, I don't know where Regina is, and I could really use my savior right about now."

"You mean... Jesus?"

Killian huffed in exasperation, "For goodness sake, I'm not a priest, Emma. I'm Captain Hook of the Jolly Roger, and your the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming."

Emma's eyes filled with tears, "Why are you doing this to me?" she blubbered, "You said you loved me and that you wanted to marry me and it was all just a cruel joke?"

"Emma, no!" he rushed over throwing his arms around her, "It's all true! I still mean it, every word! Now more than ever, in fact."

Emma looked up at him, sniffing back waterworks, "What the hell is going on, Killian?"

He took her left hand in his and brought it up to his lips, "This ring belonged to my brother. I had it remade to fit your finger."

"Henry said..." Emma stuttered, wanting desperately to believe, "He said that you gave this to me when you ask me to marry you."

"Aye. We went out to sea that day." He laughed, "Somehow I thought that if I got you out of town your demanding job wouldn't be able to reach us." then he added sadly, "I was wrong."

"This can't be possible. Things like this just don't happen. This is the real world!"

"Emma, I want you to try and remember your childhood."

She shook her head, trying to will everything to go back to how it was just a few moments ago. "My childhood was terrible. I've blocked most of it out."

"Don't you see, darling? That's the curse! Your memories are fuzzy because they're not real! Now, you said that your son had contacted you. What exactly did he say?"

"I do not have a son, I-" her voice broke, "I'm sorry Killian, I can't have children."

"What?" he asked, horrified. Her heart sunk. Would he still want to be with her after knowing the truth?

"I don't remember much about my life before I came to Storybrooke, but I do have memories. I... I got pregnant while I was living on the street. I didn't have a home or clothes or food. I definitely didn't have money for a-" her eyes welled with tears and she forced herself to continue. She had avoided church for years simply so that she would never have to make this confession. "I met a guy who said he could help me. All I had to do was..." she looked guiltily up at Killian who's eyes were filled with anger. She cleared her throat awkwardly, "Ahem, I did what I had to. I couldn't bring a child into a life like that! You have to understand! But the guy... he wasn't a doctor and... something went wrong..." Emma broke then. The sobs poured from her, shaking her entire body. Killian caught her as her legs gave out and helped her over to the couch. He swiped his shirt off the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders. She begged him, "Father, please forgive me! I thought there was no other way!"

"Emma, listen to me," he said firmly, "all of that is a lie. It isn't true, none of it, and I'm going to kill that witch for putting such awful things in your head! You had that baby. You gave him up for adoption and he was adopted by a woman named Regina..." he then proceeded to tell her a fascinating tale of true love and heartbreak and betrayal. He told her the story of how they met and fell in love, "...and I was trying to concentrate on climbing the bloody beanstalk but all you wanted to do was flirt. Practically swooned when I bandaged your hand..." he told her about their first kiss in Neverland, "Bloody took you long enough..." and about selling his ship to find her, "...the man said he'd take me ship, and I didn't blink. All I could think about was seeing you again..." and about the ball at King Midas's castle, "...You looked so beautiful in that red dress."

"Wait!" Emma stopped him and pulled Henry's book from beneath the coffee table where she'd left it. She flipped to the page with the dancing couple, "I had a dream that I was wearing this dress." she said in amazement, "We were in a hallway and we were..." her cheeks grew red.

"Oh, don't be shy, darling." he chuckled, rubbing reassuringly at her arm, "After what we've done?"

"If all of this is true... If I have a son..." she looked up at him, hope in her eyes, "Does that mean I can have children?"

Killian took her face in his hands, "Emma, there is absolutely no reason to believe that you cannot have more children, and I intend to personally find out for certain just as soon as we take care of this current situation."

She smiled, "I want this to be real, Killian."

He kissed her gently, "I know it's hard, love, but I need you to believe."

"I believe in us." she sniffed, "I believe that this is real, whatever it is."

"Good," he laughed, nudging her nose with his, "that's a start."

"But, I don't understand. Why do you and Henry have your memories, but no one else?"

"I don't know, but we need to talk to the boy. Find out exactly what he knows. It'll be a miracle if he's managed to make it this long without the queen finding out he's onto her."

"I'm guessing this means we aren't leaving Storybrooke..." she said sadly.

"It doesn't matter. Now we don't have to feel guilty about being together. We'll just have to keep it a secret a while longer."

Emma felt like she had just had a precious gift ripped away from her, "I don't want to have to hide this."

"Neither do I, but I'll have to continue with my priestly duties." he laughed, "A man of the cloth. That's one thing I never thought I'd be."

Emma felt deflated. The emotion must have shown on her face because the priest took her face in his hands and said, "Emma, listen to me. I must continue to play this role but I have taken no vow. Nothing and no one can keep me away from you."

"So you want to just keep this a secret indefinitely?"

"I know it's difficult for you to understand what's happening. We need to speak to Henry. He can help me explain things."

Emma tapped her foot and furrowed her brow, thinking it over. She looked up at him with suspicious eyes. "You swear this isn't a trick?"

He gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "I swear, love."

Emma smiled, "Can you stay tonight?"

A mischievous grin spread across his face, "Well, I do have mass in the morning... but I have had quite a bit to drink. I suppose it wouldn't be very priestly for me to be out on the road in such a state."

Emma led Killian upstairs to her bed.

"Our bed." he corrected. "I spent many a morning waking up next to you in this bed. It's the first home I've had since the Jolly. I won't have taken it away from me."

He was being playful of course, but it made Emma ask, "If you're really Captain Hook, then where's your ship?"

"Excellent question, love." he said, crawling under the covers and puling her close, "I intend to find out tomorrow. I'll go to the docks after mass."

And with that, Emma fell asleep in his warm embrace, and let all her troubles fade away to the sound of her lover's breath.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

In the morning, Killian woke to a splitting headache.

He winced at the sunlight coming through the window. Looking around, he slowly realized that he wasn't in his living quarters at the Cathedral. Than he heard a sound that made his heart stop.

It was a soft little groan, and it came from the woman in his arms.

Emma, he realized. She murmured in her sleep. He pulled her close and breathed her in. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, but he was eternally grateful to God that He had mercifully given him this gift despite his sins.

He kissed her golden head, reveling in the softness of the silken waves beneath his lips. Slowly, she began to move. "Good morning, love." he whispered, nuzzling at her neck until she turned over in his arms. Her smile was so innocent and kind. He felt a sudden pang of guilt at the realization that he had made her a sinner. But surely condemnation was a better fate than the two of them being apart.

Their fight had wrecked him, you see. Father Killian had never been emotional or volatile but when Emma had left him the previous morning to see another man something had snapped. He'd tried to tell himself that their tryst was nothing more than a depraved fetish; that a decade of deprivation had left him starving for the warmth of a woman.

The problem was, it wasn't just any woman he craved.

"Good morning." Emma replied, taking his face in her hands and pulling him in for a delicate kiss. He growled, melding his lips to hers, and wondered how such a sinful act could feel so right. "So," she said breathlessly when they finally parted, "are you ready to look for your ship, Captain?"

"Ship?" he chuckled, teasing her mouth with his, "What ship would that be?"

Emma laughed. It was a truly beautiful sound. "Why, the Jolly Roger of course."

"The Jolly Roger?" he murmured, already lost in her lips again, but Emma stopped him.

She pulled away, looking concerned, "You... You do remember last night, don't you? You remember... all those things you said?"

Killian's heart sunk. She would never forgive him for this. He winced, barely able to force the words out, "I'm so sorry, darling. Last night I was wild with jealousy. I drank far too much. I'm afraid..." Killian could see the light fading from her eyes. He was hurting her, and it killed him, "I'm afraid the evening's a bit of a blur."

She stared at him for a moment with an unreadable expression. Just as he was about to say something else she wrenched herself from his arms and left the bed. "Get out."

"Emma." he pleaded.

"GET OUT!" she screamed.

Killian clenched his fists. This woman could be so bloody frustrating. He tried to reason with her, "Please, darling, let me explain-"

"I want you to go." she bit out tersely.

He sighed. It was early in the morning but he needed to leave anyway. Mass would be starting soon and he had nothing prepared. "Alright," the priest said, putting his hands in the air as if to surrender, "but I expect to see you in the front row where I can keep an eye on you." he winked before grabbing her and kissing her hard. To his surprise she didn't resist, and he took a moment to melt into her lithe body before walking down the stairs and out the door. Her embrace, he decided, was likely as close to heaven as he would ever come, and that was alright with him.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

"Ok, kid," Emma sighed, closing her eyes to the reality of what she was doing. "you've got two minutes."

Henry smiled ear to ear. He was sitting on her sofa drinking hot coco from Granny's out of a togo cup and munching on onion rings. "Do you remember?"

"No." she answered quickly.

"But... something happened?"

Emma sighed again, rolling her eyes, "I cannot believe I'm even considering telling you this."

The young boy leaned back and kicked his feet onto the coffee table sporting a familiar looking smirk. "So," he said, "what do you want to know?"

Emma took a moment to answer, suddenly wholly unsure. "I... Just... just tell me... whatever it is that you want to tell me and make it fast because I have to get you back to school."

He responded by popping an onion ring in his mouth and saying, "Just like old times."

"And no riddles!" she snapped, "Tell me the truth. What is happening to my life?"

"Your life?" he drawled dubiously, "This isn't your life. This is all a facade! She designed this whole thing, beginning to end!"

"Damn it, Henry, I said no riddles! What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Ok, ok!" he said, "Calm down. You really want to know the truth?"

She nodded, dreading whatever was coming next.

"Ok," he shrugged, "here it is..."

Henry then proceeded to tell Emma an incredible tale. He claimed to be her son by a man she had met while living on the street. It was a story similar to the one she remembered, but with a very different ending. He told her that he was adopted by a woman named Regina who was actually the Evil Queen from Snow White. The rest of the story was a blur but Emma managed to absorb most of the details.

"...That's when you met Captain Hook."

"Captain Hook? The guy that lied to me about who he was? The guy I tied to a tree?"

Henry nodded as he finished off the last of the snacks.

She shook her head, "The same guy that was working with an evil witch to destroy me and everyone I love?" Killian hadn't mentioned any of that. His story has been a bit vague in comparison to the kid's.

"Now you see why she turned him into a priest." Henry continued to elaborate on their relationship and startled her by repeating Father Jones's story about time travel and the ball where she wore the red dress. Luckily, he didn't seem to know anything about the hallway where she and this pirate had shared more than a dance.

"So, if Regina forgave Snow, and let go of her vengeance, why would we be cursed again?"

"It wasn't Regina that cast the first curse, it was the Evil Queen she had become." He then told her about an accidental trip to another realm that had resulted in Mr. Hyde himself coming to Storybrooke with a very inconvenient potion in tow. "...And the only way to break this curse is True Love's Kiss, which is why she kept you and Hook apart with religion. It was pretty smart, actually."

"There's just one problem, Henry." Emma said shyly, "Hook- ahem... Father Jones and I have kissed... many times. It doesn't seem to have changed anything."

"Then why am I here?"

"What?"

"Why are you talking to me? Last I heard you wanted me to go away and not come back."

She suddenly remembered the previous morning. "Killian... said that he remembered."

Henry's face lit up, "He did?!"

"Well, yes, but-"

"That's great! Where is he? I've missed him!"

"Henry listen to me!" she snapped, sounding more like a mother than ever, "He'd had a lot to drink and... in the morning..." she could feel her cheeks flush pink with shame, "...he didn't remember anything."

The boy tapped his chin thoughtfully with a restless finger while Tyga wallowed with her head in his lap, "Damn."

"Tyga, stop it!" Emma barked, as the dog incessantly whined for a belly rub.

"Tyga?" Henry repeated, "Doesn't that word mean... snow?"

Emma nodded, taking a sip of her coco.

Henry looked down at the playful hound with a worried expression, "Uh-oh."

"Wait a second." she said suddenly, "How do you have your memories? When did you get them back?"

"A few weeks ago that book showed up in my room. I touched it and I just... remembered. I thought the same might work for you."

Well, it didn't." said Emma almost grumpily.

"But something made Hook remember. Right?"

She thought about it. They had been kissing, but they had done that so many times before. Then she remembered, and almost startled herself by saying, "I told him I loved him..."

"For real?" Henry said, coughing and sputtering on his drink.

Emma nodded, "I had a dream... We were on a ship and a storm was coming... he begged me to say it and I wouldn't." She quickly wiped a tear from her cheek, "I mean, I did, but... it was too late." Henry looked at her kindly, and for a moment she really did believe everything that he had said. She believed that he was her son and that Father Jones was her long lost love, come to rescue her from a hopelessly lonely existence. But then reality set in, and she realized her mistake. "This is ridiculous." she sniffed, "This can't be happening, it's insane."

Henry surprised her by getting up off the couch and putting his arms around her waist. "It's okay, mom. I know it's a lot but everything will be alright."

Emma placed a trembling hand on his head. "You're a good kid."

"Yeah," he replied, "I know."

She then sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time. "So," she said, "what do we do now?"

Henry extracted himself from their embrace and began to pace the floor. "Well, whatever we do, we can't let the queen know we're onto her."

Emma moved to the couch and picked the fried crumbs from the greasy paper bag on the table. "How are we supposed to break this curse if True Love's Kiss isn't working?"

"Last time your mom and dad kissed and it didn't break it because it had to be you. The rules may have changed but you're still the savior."

"Does that mean... Hook isn't my true love?"

"No way. I mean, the fact that you still managed to find each other despite all the obstacles she put in your way just proves it, but that doesn't mean you don't have another True Love out there."

Emma found herself vigorously shaking her head, "No." she said firmly, "I don't want anyone else. I don't care if we're cursed forever, I only want to be with him."

"Relax. Last time it was your love for me that broke the curse. True Love comes in all sorts of forms."

Emma gave him a doubtful look, "How many True Loves can a person have?"

Henry looked at his watch, "Shit. I gotta go."

"Henry! Language!" Emma snapped.

He smiled as he gathered his things and walked towards the door. "I'll get in touch with you later this week. Just keep doing what you're doing with Father Jones but keep it on the DL. That part's very important." She nodded, and barely caught his parting words as he skipped down her front steps, "By the way, you should call him Killian." he called over his shoulder, "He likes when you say his real name."

Emma watched him walk down the street towards his school. Her own belief astounded her. She wasn't the type to believe in anything besides the church, and that relationship was born more out of gratitude than blind faith. She pondered their conversation, then her strange morning with her lover. She wasn't sure that Henry's fantastic stories could erase the crippling guilt that overwhelmed her every time she felt the priest inside her body, but regardless, she knew it wouldn't be stopping her anytime soon.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

The following Sunday Emma Swan found herself in a very compromising position. The church bells were tolling out a beautiful melody that signaled the beginning of mass, but Father Jones was not in the sanctuary.

"You should go." she said breathlessly, not meaning a single word.

Killian responded by silencing her with his eager lips that seemed to be insatiably hungry for more. They kissed until the ringing stopped, his hands wandering all over her body, dragging over the less-than-tasteful red dress that she usually saved for her dates with Jefferson. The moment he'd seen her he'd pulled her into a hallway and kissed her senseless while just a few feet away his congregation settled into their seats.

"Killian," she whispered, "we'll get caught."

He chuckled darkly, adjusting his clerical collar, "You're a very sinful girl, Emma, keeping a priest from his holy obligations."

She giggled playfully, "How will you punish me, Father?"

He punctuated his answers with soft kisses to her face and neck, "With my fingers, and my tongue, and my cock."

Emma felt her thighs grow slick at the thought. "When?"

"First you must confess." he instructed in her favorite tone of his that was both stern and intimidating. "Come at two o' clock. You can tell me all the naughty thoughts you've had since I last saw you and I will punish you accordingly." He kissed her one last time before racing down the hall.

"Wait!" she cried, laughing giddily as she attempted to remove the smeared lipstick from his cheeks and chin.

When he was gone she waited a few minutes before slipping into the service and claiming the seat in the front pew she had reserved with her coat. Emma watched her lover give his sermon, growing wet with every word. Despite all his transgressions it was clear that he still found comfort in the Word of God. She blushed every time his blue eyes met hers, thinking of the sinful thoughts that were most likely running through his mind. When it was time to pray, she asked the Lord to make everything Henry said true. She wanted to be with the priest, Emma had finally accepted that, but she didn't want to take him away from his work. It was a dilemma, but at the moment all she could think about was the punishment she couldn't wait to receive.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Later that day, Emma went to confession. She waited until the sanctuary was empty before slipping into the confessional.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." she began, "It has been two weeks since my last confession."

"Tell me your sins, my child."

Emma blushed from the mere anticipation of what was about to happen in this sacred place. "I have seduced a man of the cloth. I have used my body to lead him into temptation. I have lusted and driven him to lust as well. I have taken his cock on a sacred alter. The blasphemous deed made me come apart like a filthy whore."

"Come here." Father Jones growled from the other side of the confessional. She waited a moment to be sure she'd heard correctly. "Come here, right now, you dirty, sinful girl, so I can treat you like the wanton thing you are."

Emma eagerly slipped out of her booth and into his. When she did, she found his robe on the floor and his cock in his hand. He immediately grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her like a man dying of thirst.

Their hands were everywhere, the breaths they took were heavy and desperate. Lost in their own little world, they were startled by the sound of someone entering the confessional.

Emma froze, panic rising in her chest, but Killian only latched onto her neck and nibbled her skin until she was forced to hold back a moan.

"Um... Father?" said a familiar voice, "Are you there?"

It was Ruby Lucas, a girl Emma considered a friend. She moved to disentangle herself from the priest but he held her tight enough to bruise. "Yes, my child." he said in a surprisingly even voice.

Ruby began, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been..."

Emma didn't hear the rest. father Jones was whispering frantically in her ear, "Suck my cock, Emma. Let me fuck your beautiful mouth while I take a confession. If you do a good job, I'll fuck you until you can't walk, aye?"

That word. Aye. He had been using often lately. More than when they'd first met. She couldn't help but associate it with the pirate Henry claimed that he was. Without hesitation Emma quietly slid down to her knees and took his throbbing length in her hand. As Ruby continued, Emma licked his shaft making him twitch with obvious anticipation. She circled her tongue around the head, teasing him until he took her firmly by the hair and forced himself down her throat. Tears rolled down her face as she took him all, enjoying the way he was forcefully controlling her movements. He surprised her by seeming to not be in any hurry to dismiss Ruby. In fact, he casually discussed the problem she was having with her grandmother while Emma tried her best to keep her gagging as quiet as possible.

Finally, Killian pulled her up harshly by the hair and roughly turned her around so that she was straddling him from behind. He whispered silkily in her ear, "Ride me" he commanded, pulling her tight red dress up past her waist. She heard him suck in a breath when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties and her essence was dripping down her inner thighs.

As Emma took him inside her slowly and reveled in his girth. Once he was hitting bottom almost painfully he bit at her neck leaving blasphemous marks that she would certainly have to cover. She eased up and down his shaft while he tore the straps of her dress from her shoulders and pawed at her breasts. Tiny sounds escaped her as he hit bottom over and over again. He clamped his calloused hand over her mouth and whispered delicious threats in her ear should she make a sound. Finally, Ruby was given her instructions for penance and left the confessional. That was when things took a turn.

The good Father, clearly unable to hold back any longer, lifted her up and began to pound into her at a pace that took her breath away. He impaled her like he was trying to fuck the life out of her and she enjoyed every thrust as if it were the salvation neither of them deserved.

Killian pushed her off and spun her around, slamming her into the door of the confessional with his hard body and ferocious lips. He tore his collar from his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, slamming his cock into her so hard and so deep she worried he might hurt her, despite trusting him completely. It was just the right combination of emotions to arouse her to a state of ecstasy.

"Fuck me, Father!" she pleaded, "Fuck me until I've learned my lesson."

"Bloody hell, you are worth my soul, Emma. From this day on I worship no gods but you."

She felt her walls flutter at his devotion. "More," she begged, "more words, Killian."

"Do you enjoy being punished, Emma?"

"Yes, Father."

"Do you enjoy opening your legs for your priest on the sabbath?"

"Yes, I love it."

"Why?" he growled.

Lost in the moment and drowning in lust she replied, "Because I'm a filthy whore who loves his cock."

He reached down to rub vigorously at her bundle of nerves making her gasp at the overstimulation.

"Please," she barely managed to eek out.

"Take it, Emma." he commanded, "Take it like a good girl."

Finally her body adjusted to the sensation. Warmth began to bloom deep within her.

"Come for me, my child. Come on my cock, you sinful, angelic little whore."

Emma's body responded without her permission, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. She cried out his name, his real name, sending him over the edge as well. As her walls milked him dry, emitting aftershocks that made her tremble, he kissed her in a way that said it all. When he pulled away she responded to the kiss as if it had been a statement, "I love you, Killian."

His breathy pants ceased in an instant. He was looking into her eyes with wonder and amazement. "Emma, I love you, too. Tell me what you want from me."

The question took her off guard. She stuttered, "I-I... I..." it frightened her when she realized the answer was obvious, "I want you! I want us! I want this."

"I'll leave the church-"

"No, no!" Emma said quickly, "Please, not yet."

He looked at her curiously, then suspiciously, gently setting her legs down to the floor, "Why not? Is it Jefferson?! You can't see him anymore, I won't allow it!"

This time she didn't fight him. Instead she stroked his stubble and promised him, "I'll break things off with Jefferson. Tomorrow. I swear. But there's something I have to do before we... tell people about us. We have to keep it a secret for a while longer."

"What do you have to do?"

"It's a... personal project. It doesn't matter it just... Look, I need you to trust me. Okay? I love you, and I want you, and I won't let anything keep me from you but we have to keep this a secret for a while longer."

After a moment he nodded, "You're mine forever. You understand that, don't you? I don't know what it is, but something in me just has to have you."

"I know," she smiled, "I feel it, too."

Killian smiled back and kissed her on the forehead. "We should go," he said, fixing her dress and messy hair.

Once they were presentable again they stumbled out of the confessional booth like a couple of teenagers.

"Hello, Father."

Emma jumped at the unexpected greeting. She hadn't said it, but it was a woman's voice. They both turned to see the Mayor Regina standing in stilettos in the light of the stained glass windows.

They stood there, both dumbstruck, until the priest recovered. "Madame Mayor! Always a pleasure."

Emma was frozen solid. All of Henry's stories were floating through her head. According to him, this woman had massacred villages, enslaved innocent women, sexually abused men (men she cared about, no less). Emma knew the consequences of the queen seeing what she had just witnessed. She took a step back just as Killian said, "Emma here was just helping me fix this door." He opened the wooden door to the booth, "There was a screw that needed tightening."

Regina didn't say anything. She simply stared like a shark just before an attack. He shook Emma to her core. There was something horribly evil about this woman that she could sense from a mile away. "Um.." she croaked, "I have to go. I'll see you next week, Father."

"Oh, Emma, I'll walk you out, I promised to discuss that private matter of yours."

"Miss Swan, I didn't realize you were religious." said Regina with a smile.

"I didn't realize we knew each other." she snapped unexpectedly.

Killian turned Emma abruptly away and began to walk her towards he door. "I'll be back in a moment, Madame Mayor."

Regina was quick to respond, "That's alright, I was just leaving. Oh, but Father!"

Killian and Emma both stopped in there tracks and turned to find Regina walking towards them. "I think you forgot this." She then placed in his hand the white clerical collar he had failed to put back on. Without a word she turned and left the chapel through a side door, leaving Killian and Emma together, but in deep, deep shit.

Thanks for reading! Is this update as well-written as I think it is? Let me know in a review. Also, since we're ll going to be spending a lot of time together in the afterlife we should get to know each other. Send any questions you have to hooks-and-happy-endings on Tumblr.