A/N: When I wrote the first part of this over seven months ago, I honestly thought this would be a one-shot, sure it was a long one-shot. But it shouldn't have been anything else. Seems as if my muse disagreed on that one, LOL :D This scene kept returning to my brain, and it all played out pretty much how it came down in this chapter you're about to read.
As you already know this is a threesome fic, and if you don't like the theme or the pairing in this (Killian/Emma/Rogers) you should find something else to read.
Right now I have almost finished chapter 3 of this, (the part where everyone finds out and they find a balance in family life too.) and there will be a sort of Epilogue too. No more than that, I know there could be smut PWP scenes just for the sake of the smut itself. But this turned out to be smut with feelings too. Should my muse ever desire to write more threesome smut I might return to this universe and write a few extra scenes, but for now, these four chapters will be it.
I also want to give a huge shoutout to my new beta: booksteaandtoomuchtv she really helped me sort out all the little errors I tend to make when I write. Smoothed out a few off-key sentences and so on.
Hope you all have had a fantastic easter.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2ROGERS POV
"What the hell am I doing?" Roger asked himself as he quietly walked into the kitchen. Not his kitchen, but the kitchen owned by Emma and Killian. "Fuck." He swiped his hand over his face as he contemplated his options, keep sneaking out of the house or begin making coffee and, perhaps, breakfast.
Last night was crazy and exhilarating on so many levels. He'd fucked his co-worker, Emma Swan-Jones, while her husband had happily participated alongside him. That alone might have been the most insane thing to happen to him in his entire life. Not even his time locked in a tower by that crazy bitch, Eloise could top this. So, why did he stay? Because he fucking wanted to do it again if they'd want him to, that is.
He took his time figuring out how to work the coffeemaker. But soon, the air filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. While the coffee brewed, he located coffee mugs in the cabinets, then he looked into the fridge trying to figure out what he could do for breakfast.
"Hello, sailor." Emma's voice sounded from the doorway, making Rogers stumble back and slam the fridge closed.
"Ah, good morning, Emma." He scratched behind his ear as he warily searched her features for any sign of her wanting him out of the house. She wore nothing but one of Killian's shirts, haphazardly buttoned showing a bit of cleavage. Rogers gulped down and looked to the ceiling, unsure what to do now.
"You made coffee?" Emma asked, her voice sounding closer. When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing only a few feet away from him.
Rogers inhaled sharply, her scent of flowers and cinnamon shot a flash of desire through his body. Get a hold of yourself, he warned himself.
"Yeah, I figured out the contraption." He turned away from her and reached for a mug.
Emma laughed, "Would you believe it if I said that it's actually Killian that wanted the damn thing?"
Rogers glanced over his shoulder with a bemused smile, "Really?"
"Oh, ever since Henry started showing him all kinds of modern gadgets, he has dived headfirst into the 21st-century way of living." Emma leaned closer, reached for the coffeepot, and clasped her other hand around his still holding the mug.
The warmth of her fingers against his sent a bolt of electricity through him, and he held his breath as she poured him a cup of coffee.
"Thank you." He stepped back, letting her pour a cup for herself; he'd worked long enough with her to know that she needed her morning coffee to function.
"Are you okay?" Emma tilted her head and regarded him over the rim of her mug.
"Hmm." He shrugged, "it's just a bit awkward." He waved between them, "With what happened last night."
"Do you regret it?" She sounded unsure of herself.
"No!" He looked at her, "I… it was wonderful, amazing, and very, very unexpected."
"Yeah," Emma took another sip before she placed the mug on the counter, "it was wonderful and amazing." She stepped closer to him, "And, perhaps, not a one-time thing?"
"What?" Rogers did a double take, "Seriously, you'd want that?"
"Hmm." Emma reached up, snatched his mug out of his hand, and placed it on the counter.
Rogers rubbed his now empty hand on his thighs, the room suddenly becoming increasingly hot.
"What about…," he glanced into the hallway, "what about Killian?"
"We talked a bit before I went down here." Emma husked and splayed her hands over his shirt.
"You did?"
"We both want this."
"He's okay with me… you… me and you." Rogers rubbed behind his ear, his fingers twitching, eager to wrap them around her waist.
"Hmm, very much so in fact." Emma smirked, her hands slipping upwards, and found purchase on his shoulders. Her body now pressed close to his.
"Is this for real?" Rogers gulped down, "I can't… if this is not real, please, don't toy with me." He closed his eyes as his past blunders regarding the amazing woman in front of him flashed before him. It had been less than stellar when he'd attempted to win over Emma in his chase for his true love.
"Stop worrying about the past."
At this, he opened his eyes in surprise and Emma laughed, "Oh, Captain, I can read you like an open book." She tilted her head, "You're actually more like my husband than first meet the eye."
"Oh," he looked down.
"But at the same time, you're someone else entirely." She chuckled nervously, "Does that even make sense?" Her fingers brushed behind his ear, sending goosebumps down his back.
"I'm not sure anything makes sense right now." Rogers gulped down and glanced to the hallway. "Will Killian be down soon?"
"Oh, he wanted us to have some time to catch up and talk this through." Her fingers slipped up his nape and curled into his hair, making him groan. "Perhaps help ease your mind a little, before he'll join us. Know this Rogers, we both want this, and we hope that you'll want this too."
"What?" He had an inkling as to what she was talking about.
"Us fucking again."
Rogers blinked in surprise at the revelation, at how at ease and direct the Lady Swan seemed to be with all of this.
"It's not exactly conventional. Not here nor in the Enchanted Forest.."
"Does it matter?" Emma had lifted herself closer to his mouth, her breath warm over his cheek.
"You have a family; I have my daughter, Alice… what will they all think?" Rogers finally lifted his hand and touched her shoulder. He searched her eyes for any answer that she could give him.
"We'll figure it out. When I spoke with Killian this morning, he mentioned that there's a bit more open-mindedness here in Storybrooke than in the rest of this realm. My friend is a wolf," Emma shrugged, then grinned, "and speaking of Ruby, I actually suspect she has a thing going with both Walsh and Dorothy."
"Oh." Rogers lifted his eyebrows in surprise, "so if your friends and family heard about this, they would be okay?"
"Well, my father would probably try to maim you, but you'll be fine."
"Not helping here, Swan." Rogers groaned, imagining David running him through with his sword.
"Sorry." Emma chuckled, "But they'll understand, eventually. And Hope is still so young, she wouldn't know better. As for everyone else, they can just sod off if they don't accept it."
"And your boy, Henry?"
Emma sighed, "He'll be fine; he's had his grand adventure and has settled down with his own family."
"And, you're sure that Killian is okay with this?"
"Oh, I'm very sure. It made him hard just hearing me talk about all the wicked things I want to do with you guys." Emma shrugged, "had to take care of him before going down here." She licked her lips, her eyes travelling down his form. He could already feel how his cock sprang to life as he imagined how her mouth would feel wrapped around his length.
Rogers grinned, "Well, I still need to process all of this, but I'm not opposed to the idea." He shifted his fingers through her hair, "I've always had a soft spot for you. But, I don't want to cause you to lose your true love."
"Think I just doubled up on that part." Emma husked against his lips, and the next second she crushed her mouth against his.
Rogers smoothed his hand over her shoulder blades, her skin burned hot through the thin shirt she wore. He let his prosthetic hand drop to her waist and held her close. When Emma moved closer to him, his cock pressed against the zipper of his pants. Emma groaned when she clearly felt the firmness against her abdomen.
"Someone is also hard and ready." Her fingers skimmed down his chest before stopping at his pants.
"Gods, don't stop," Rogers begged, his blood running wild in his veins.
Emma's tongue dwelled deeper into his mouth as she cupped the bulge that strained against his pants.
Rogers skimmed his hand lower and clutched at the fabric of her shirt.
"Touch me." Emma husked against his lips, "please."
Seconds later, he slipped his hand under the shirt finding the swell of her behind. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh. Flashes of what he'd done with her last night shifted through him and his cock pulsed even more.
He jumped in surprise when the warmth of her hand surrounded his length; he hadn't noticed that she'd unbuttoned his pants. She used her other hand to push the fabric down to get better access.
"Perhaps I should help you with this, too?" Emma twisted her hand over his cock, her thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there. "Maybe even how I helped Killian upstairs."
Rogers slumped back against the kitchen counter and Emma followed him eagerly, her lips still swiping over his. "Please."
Emma tugged his pants over his hips and let them pool at his feet before she dropped to her knees, her hand still wrapped around his cock. She looked up at him from beneath her long lashes, her eyes a dark green swirling with lust.
Rogers tried to steady his breathing; but, when Emma moved forward ever so slowly, he held his breath and watched as her pink tongue swiped over the underside of his cock. The tip of her tongue played with the ridges along his shaft, before licking away the pre-cum off the sensitive head.
"Gods, love, that feels amazing," Rogers mumbled as he closed his eyes, trying not to push forward with his hips. But, it seemed as if Emma knew what he really wanted; he heard her shift around, and he felt her mouth engulf the tip of his cock. She kept a slow and steady pace for several minutes, making him lose focus on the world around him.
"Hmm." Emma hummed against him making his skin tingle at the sensation; if she kept going like this, it wouldn't be long before he'd spill himself inside her mouth.
"Aye, she's magnificent. Isn't she?" Killian's voice sounded from the doorway, making both of them jump.
"Bloody fuck," Rogers groaned as he groggily focused on his counterpart, Emma's husband. "Eh, good morning."
"Aye, a good morning, it is." Killian chuckled and walked to the coffeemaker to pour himself a cup of coffee, then he looked down at Emma, "You didn't get enough cum earlier?" He lifted an eyebrow and grinned.
"With the both of you here? No, never." Emma husked and kept her hand moving up and down Rogers' cock as if it weren't strange to have your husband walk in on you while giving head to another bloke.
"Well, carry on then." Killian waved his hook in the air and leaned against the kitchen island, blowing on the steaming coffee.
"You okay with this?" Rogers asked and looked at the other pirate in surprise.
"Oh aye, very much so, didn't Emma tell you about our little talk when we woke up?"
"Yes, she did," Rogers mumbled and groaned when the vixen before him wrapped her lips around his cock again. He rested his hand on the counter behind him trying to keep himself upright, the world seemed to be spinning much too fast.
"Emma, darling," Killian urged, "perhaps, you should let our guest sit down."
Emma's mouth made a small popping sound when she let go of Rogers' cock and pouted at her husband over her shoulder. "Oh, okay then," she tapped Rogers' leg, "lift, let's get you out of these pants."
Rogers mentally shook himself to clear his mind, but soon lifted his leg up so Emma could help him remove the garment wrapped around his ankles. Then, she gracefully rose to her feet and urged him to walk to the small dining table near the window. Thank god the curtains were closed, Rogers thought as Emma pulled out a chair for him.
"Sit down," it was a gentle command. As soon as he'd situated himself in the chair, Emma dropped to her knees and looked up at him. "Now, where were we?"
"Think you had your mouth wrapped around my cock." Rogers suggested brazenly, and Emma rewarded him with a huge grin before her mouth warmed his still-aroused cock.
The noise of a pan being set on the stove pulled Rogers out of the passion-filled haven; and when he turned his head, he saw Killian had started to fix breakfast. The other pirate noticed Rogers gaping at him, and Killian grinned, "Well someone is going to feed us." He nodded towards his wife, "I see you're well taken care of, for now. So sit back and enjoy."
Rogers had no reply for this but merely nodded at his counterpart, this was even stranger than having shared the bed with them both last night. Emma did some magical thing with her mouth - she slipped his cock even further into her throat almost gagging on his length.
"Fuck." Rogers groaned and wrapped his fingers into her blond hair, not quite pushing but holding her in place, "such a good girl." The words tumbled from his lips and he paused trying to gauge her reaction. He knew she liked it when she pulled back, her mouth hallowed, and sucked at the tip.
Emma used both her hands and her mouth pulling him closer and closer to a climax. Every nerve ending in his body sizzled with desire and fire, he was so close.
Rogers did not know how long it took before his world shattered and Emma wrapped her lips tightly around him, drinking down his cum, swallowing deeply, and taking it all in. She spent some time cleaning him up and, with one last lick of her tongue up his length, she shifted back to look up at him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief hinting that this morning would include more than just a blowjob.
"Did you have your fill, love?" Killian's voice pulled them both out of the daze.
"Hmm, delicious." Emma licked her lips as she rose to her feet, she leaned in and gave Rogers a deep kiss, "Delicious indeed." Her breath licked over his cheek, making his skin tingle with desire.
"That's good, now get your cute bum over here and help me set the table." Killian urged, then chuckled, "Perhaps give the man his pants back."
Emma walked over and picked up the pants from the floor, then sauntered over to Rogers with them. "Be right back."
"Hmm." Rogers clumsily got his pants back on, reached for the stack of plates Emma carried in, and helped her set the table. It was strange going from having a mind-blowing orgasm to doing something as trivial as setting the table. The smell of sex was still in the air and Rogers could tell that Emma was on edge, her legs kept rubbing against each other, and her nipples were clearly hard under the white fabric of the shirt she wore.
"What's wrong, love?" Killian asked as he came over with the stack of pancakes he'd been making.
"Nothing." Emma shifted on her seat and adjusted the collar of her shirt, her skin tainted in a faint blush.
Killian leaned over her shoulder and brushed away her hair, "Come again, love." He nipped at her earlobe.
"I'm fine," Emma huffed.
"An open book, love. Remember?" Killian glanced over at Rogers, "She's stubborn, this lass. I bet if we got her knickers off she's soaking wet, ain't you love?" His lips grazed her neck, pulling a low moan from the siren's mouth.
Killian roughly pulled out Emma's chair and turned it towards Rogers, "Care to check if the little lass here has soaked her knickers?"
Rogers cleared his throat and glanced between Emma and Killian, both were watching him expectantly to make the next move. Would he ever get used to this? He slid his hand and prosthetic up Emma's creamy thighs, pushing her legs further apart. When he lifted the shirt, he could see a wet patch on her lilac knickers.
"She's soaking wet." He groaned and unconsciously licked his lips recalling the sweet taste of her from last night.
"Alright, that's it, love." Killian cleared a few of the table settings away, and clapped the table, "Get your arse up here, and let our guest have a little taste."
"What?" Emma shook her head dazedly, and looked over her shoulder at her husband, "What?"
"That sweet cunt of yours is ours this morning so get up on the table and lose the knickers first," Killian explained slowly, his fingers wrapped around her chin lifting her head towards him. When their lips met in a brief heated kiss, Rogers only vaguely thought of how her mouth perhaps still tasted of his cum. But it didn't seem as if Killian minded.
Emma moaned when Killian released her and quickly did as she was told, the scrappy material of her wet knickers dropped to the floor and she hopped up on the sturdy dining table. She situated herself so Rogers would have full access to her dripping core, slowly she unbuttoned the shirt letting it fall away from her heaving chest.
"Don't tease me." Emma begged her fingers slipping between her own legs, she moaned when she clearly found her clit.
"Aha, let Rogers do this." Killian plucked her hand away and licked her fingers clean, before he gently urged her to lie down on the table. In the process, the shirt dropped fully away from her breast, now she was on full display for them to feast on.
Rogers moved between her legs and kissed up the length of her thigh, he could feel her trembling beneath his mouth, "Don't worry darling, we've got you." He looked up and saw Killian smile down at his wife, his hand gently wrapped in Emma's hair.
"What a treat we have this morning, eh Rogers?" Killian leaned over Emma and kissed her deeply. Emma moaned into his mouth and weaved her fingers into her husband's hair.
Rogers took a brief moment to compose himself, it was still a strange setting for him, being here, engaging in carnal passions with a woman he'd chased after in his past.
"Please, Rogers." Emma moaned and Rogers looked up at her eyes, "I need your mouth."
Rogers slipped his fingers into her dripping slit, "gods you're soaking wet, and we haven't even touched you yet."
"Well, after having given two blowjobs and having two hot captains doting on me, who can blame me," Emma said with a groggy voice.
Rogers couldn't agree more and began lapping at her core, she tasted as sweet as she had last night. He used his prosthetic hand to hold her hips steady as he kept alternating between using his mouth or his fingers to toy with her clit.
A click pulled him out of his daze and he saw Killian tipping the bottle of syrup over Emma's chest, well that was a new one. It didn't seem as if Emma minded, so Rogers asked curiously, "This happened before?"
"What?" Killian placed the bottle back on the table.
"The syrup thing."
"Oh aye, a few times, it's always a treat." Killian bent down and lapped at Emma's pointed nipples.
Emma moaned and combed her fingers into her hair, then she looked down and saw Rogers gaze upon her, "Killian, now you're not being a very good host." Emma chuckled when Killian groaned at the interruption.
"What do you mean, love?"
"Give Rogers the syrup," Emma demanded.
Killian smirked, "Well here you go, have a little morning treat for yourself."
"What?"
"I promise you, her juices mixed with syrup, are like heavenly ambrosia, my friend."
Rogers looked at Emma for confirmation.
"Please Rogers, I want this." Emma moaned breathlessly.
Rogers took the bottle of syrup from Killian and drizzled some onto her pubic bone, he watched as the golden liquid dripped over the blond curls. Emma moaned in anticipation, her head moving restlessly to the side. "Just eat me, I need to…"
"What love, what do you need?" Killian whispered as he lapped at her nipple while his fingers played with her other breast.
"I want your mouth on me Rogers, please, I can't, I'm so close." Emma panted and reached for her husband trying to pull him to her mouth again. But Killian pulled away, making Emma pout, "Please, Killian, I need you, I need you both." She looked down at Rogers and begged, "Make me cum."
"Does she always talk so much?" Rogers asked with a chuckle letting his fingers only graze over her clit, making Emma jump and grind her pelvis upwards. "Very demanding wife you have there, Killian."
"Aye, very demanding." Killian unclasped his pants and pulled out his straining cock, "shall we put that mouth to better use. Eh?" He guided her upper body closer to the edge of the table. This way she could take him into her mouth.
Rogers only heard Emma moan around Killian's cock, as he dived into her sweet cunt and lapped up the mix of her essence with the syrup. "Bloody delicious," he moaned as he cleaned off the stickiness from her core.
Emma moaned and trashed on the table her body tense as if she was on the edge of an orgasm. Rogers intensified his movements into her core, his fingers slipping easily into her sleekness.
"Come for us, love." Killian urged, while toying with her nipples, making Emma push down towards Rogers.
"I'm so fucking close." Emma breathed out, her body quivering beneath their onslaught. Her hand was still wrapped around Killian's cock, he didn't seem to mind that she wasn't using her mouth right now.
Rogers kept his pace at her core, his tongue swirling over her clit, pulling out a low moan from Emma. When he began pumping his fingers into her, she bucked her hips to make the angle better and soon her wall clenched around him as she came crashing down in an intense orgasm that pulsed through her body.
It took some time before she opened her eyes again and smiled at them both, "now that's what I call a nice breakfast treat."
Killian laughed as he lifted his pants up on his hips again, not bothering to close them, and shuffled back to a cabinet where he found a cloth that he rinsed off with hot water. This he used to clean the remains of the syrup from her body before he gave it to Rogers.
Rogers used the cloth to clean up between her legs, and he could feel how sensitive she was to his touch. Emma sat up and leaned down to give him a kiss, "thanks."
"You're welcome." He pushed away the hair falling over her face, "I'd like to come over for breakfast another time if this is on the menu." He smirked when she laughed and glanced over her shoulder at Killian.
"What do you say, babe?"
"He's more than welcome." Killian winked at his wife and took the cloth from Rogers and reached down to pick up Emma's knickers. "Don't think you'll need these." He tugged them into his pants and threw the washcloth into a corner by the door.
"Killian!" Emma warned and hopped down from the table, "give me my underwear."
"Nope." Killian grinned and winked to Rogers, "that will be our little treat, knowing she is sitting there eating her breakfast with no knickers."
Rogers grinned and owned himself a hard look from Emma, "I don't think your wife agrees to that, mate."
"She's a tease when she wants to be, and I know she doesn't mind." Killian came over and hugged Emma and kissed her cheek, "ain't that right love."
"So full of yourself." Emma pushed at him playfully, before she turned around and kissed her husband. Killian's hand smoothed over her behind, lifting the shirt over her backside, giving Rogers a pleasant view of her round globes.
Daring to join the couple Rogers rose and smoothed his hand over her arse, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and he shared a knowing grin with Killian who was nibbling at his wife's ear.
Rogers leaned to the other side and pushed away her hair to gain better access to her ear. When his mouth closed around her lobe Emma moaned and she nearly buckled beneath them. Both men tightened their grip on her form and kept her steady between them. As if in tandem they used their hands and mouths to deliver tingling kisses over her neck and shoulder.
"Seriously." Emma moaned when they pushed at the shirt so it hung loosely around her shoulder, giving them free access to her shoulders and chest.
"Oh aye, we're not done with you," Killian whispered and bowed over her pointed nipple and pulled it between his lips.
"I can't, I just had a mindfuckingly intense orgasm, I can't…" Emma tried but gasped when Rogers reached around her and began plucking at her other nipple.
"I'm sure we can pull another one from you, Swan," Rogers whispered against her neck, his tongue laving a wet trail to her ear. He paid special attention to the spot behind her ear, he'd found that to be particularly sensitive to her.
Emma had wrapped her arms around Killian, holding on for dear life, her breath came out in quick gasps and Rogers smiled, neither of them was touching her cunt, but she was clearly on the edge of another orgasm.
"Touch yourself," Killian demanded and used his hook to guide her hand between her legs. She shifted her stance so she could reach into her hot core.
Rogers watched over her shoulder, as her fingers played over her sensitive nub, his own fingers sliding over her arse and hip restlessly. He trailed his fingers over her backside, letting his finger dip into the crack of her arse. This had her pushing against his fingers and he dived lower and skimmed over her puckered hole. Remembering where his cock had been last night he felt himself become hard again.
Emma moaned again and her head dropped to Rogers' shoulder, her eyes closed in pure bliss as she kept touching herself. Rogers was sure that she was close.
"Come for us, darling," Rogers whispered and nibbled at her chin, his tongue slipping to the side of her mouth and when she turned her head, he plunged into her mouth in a heated kiss that caught her every moan as her world shattered in another orgasm.
Emma breathed in deeply as she tried to regain her composure, her body was limp between them and Rogers was sure that if either of them stepped away, she would drop to the floor.
Slowly Emma found her balance and gently pushed at Killian and captured his mouth in a kiss, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, love."
Emma turned to Rogers, "thank you, too."
"It's my pleasure."
"Hmm." Emma looked down with a knowing smirk, "Up already?"
"What can one do when a wanton lass is squirming against my cock like that?" Rogers smirked, "And I recall where it was buried last night." He winked and saw her blush deeply as she too remembered.
"Should I take care of it?" Emma asked, and Rogers could hear a hopeful note to her voice, but he shook his head.
"Let's eat, you've already given us so much this morning." He looked over at Killian who nodded in agreement.
Emma only gave a small fake pout before she pulled the shirt around her shoulders again, she only bothered to close it with one button. She turned to look over the table, "I guess the pancakes are cold now."
"They can be reheated," Killian said and rinsed off his hands at the sink. Then he took the plate of pancakes and gave them a few minutes in the microwave.
Emma sauntered over to the sink and washed her hands too before she found some juice in the fridge. She shared a quick kiss with Killian before she walked to the table.
Rogers was watching this unfold with a bemused expression, would this become his life now, doing this with Emma and Killian from time to time? He closed the button of his pants before he washed his hands and helped set the table again.
Within minutes the three of them sat down and ate the re-heated pancakes, no one spoke for the first few minutes. Rogers could see that this might take a while to get used to.
It was Emma who broke the silence, "So as I said when I came down, I hope this wasn't a one-time thing?" She looked at Rogers with a hopeful glint in her eyes.
Rogers finished chewing his food before answering, "I can't deny that this might be a fantasy come true, and I would lie if I said I wouldn't want this to happen again." He scratched behind his ear as he looked between the Jones couple, "I just want us all to agree that wherever this takes us, we'll be open and honest no matter what happens."
"Aye, can only agree with the honesty, if we can't do that we can't partake in something like this." Killian nodded and took Emma's hand, "I trust my wife, and I wanted to give her this experience when she shared the idea with me. Now that it has happened I can see this leading to something more." He smiled at Emma, "I can't deny that my wife is a woman who knows what she wants and I love her all the more for it."
"Only question remaining is what do we do about the world around us?"
"Uh?"
"I mean our family and friends close to us, they will know something has changed between us all." Rogers shrugged and finished his last pancake, "I won't be able to hide my attraction for you, Emma. If we take this to the next level and make this a permanent thing in our lives, we need to agree on what we'll tell everyone."
Emma sighed and pushed her plate away from her, "God, I hate when things get complicated." She pursed her lips, "But I know what you mean, and we'll deal with whatever opinion people throw at us. To be honest, I don't think it will be such a huge issue for most of the people here in Storybrooke."
"Some will wrinkle their noses at this, if you hold hands with Rogers in public, people will talk, love." Killian looked over at Rogers, "How do you feel about all this?"
"If you think it's best not to show affection in public, we'll try to do that." Rogers scratched behind his ear, "But it won't be easy if I go into this arrangement…"
"Relationship." Emma interrupted, and reached for Rogers' hand, "Rogers this is not an arrangement for me, it is a little deeper than that. I'll admit I never imagined it would go this way when I suggested this to Killian." She shrugged, "But now that we're here and I know how my husband feels about all of this, I'm not afraid to admit that I have feelings for you."
"You do?" Rogers shifted his gaze between Killian and Emma trying to figure out if this could really be true.
"Aye. When Emma and I spoke this morning, I realized she wants this to be so much more than a one-time thing." Killian took Emma's other hand and lifted it to his lips giving a small kiss to her knuckles. "I love my wife, I know she loves me. We're true love, nothing can change that." He nodded to Rogers, "You joining this mix just adds a bit more spice to our life, and perhaps a new family."
"Family?" Rogers blinked in surprise and slumped back in his seat.
"In time perhaps we could all live together?" Emma asked hopefully.
"You certainly have thought this through, hmm?" He gave them a wry smile.
"We never want to push you." Emma rubbed his hand with her thumb, "we will not take that step right now. One day, but only when and if you're ready for that."
"Thanks," Rogers said with somewhat relief washing over him, there was so much to take into consideration with all of this. "I'll give it all some thought and with time I might also be ready to show affection in public. It won't be easy, so perhaps we can take it slow." He lifted his eyebrow hopefully.
"Slow is fine, very fine." Emma grinned and reached for the neckline of his t-shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Good." Rogers said when she pulled back, he looked to Killian, "You okay with this?"
"I'm fine with slow. This will take some time to get used to, so let's just arrange for some nights of fun alone and see where it all takes us." Killian wrapped his hooked arm around Emma's shoulder. "We have a life, and family to take care of, whatever this will bring into the mix only the future will tell."
Rogers nodded in agreement, and finished his juice, "thanks for the breakfast." He slipped a mischievous wink in Emma's direction, "Sweet and savory is my favorite."
Emma blushed, "Don't expect that to happen every morning you're here."
"We can always find another way of enjoying you," Rogers suggested with a smirk.
"I can certainly think of a few things I want to try out with you," Killian whispered into Emma's ear. Both men laughed when Emma blushed and shifted nervously in her seat.
"Getting all hot and bothered again, darling?" Rogers asked.
"Don't even think one second about that!" Emma warned and glared at her husband, "We're due to pick up Hope in an hour, and our kitchen smells of sex and I think I still have syrup on me."
"We can help with that." Killian laughed.
Emma lifted her finger in warning, "Nope I'm taking a shower, alone, and then we'll say goodbye to Rogers and go pick up Hope. Got that, Captain?"
"Aye aye." Killian saluted with a mock pout.
The two men watched Emma saunter out of the kitchen, the white shirt partly lifted over one side of her bare arse, giving them a good view of her round globes. When she glanced over her shoulder and gave them a wink, Rogers knew she'd done this on purpose just to drive them mad.
"She's quite a vixen, isn't she?" Killian chuckled beside him and Rogers shared a knowing grin with the other pirate.
"Aye." Roger rose from his seat and helped Killian clean up after breakfast. As he wiped down the dining table he mused, I'm never going to eat here without getting a boner. Images of Emma spread out as their own private feast flashed before him, and he couldn't wait for their next time together. Given how giving and perceptive Emma seemed to be in the throes of passion he was sure it would bring some glorious memories along the way. Their next hurdle would be figuring out how the world around them would receive this new way of lifestyle for their savior and pirate captain. Now, with a second captain in the mix.