I'm still amazed about the response this story is getting. Thank you all so much.

I had a ton of options to choose from and ... I didn't choose the one most of you mentioned but another one because my muse immediately latched onto it and spun the story further from there.

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Chapter 3

"Bloody hell!" he cursed, pressing his forehead against Emma's and letting out a groan as another knock sounded from the door.

He heard her chuckle softly, and he almost yanked her hand back when she slipped her fingers out of his pants. His arousal was pounding painfully in the rhythm of his heartbeat and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her. He'd waited so long for her to give him a chance, and now he was still treading cautiously. He didn't want to push her in any way, scared she might run if she felt trapped into a corner.

"Hook? It's me. Belle."

Another rap against the door, and Emma pushed him away, gesturing towards the door, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as her eyes trailed down to the obvious bulge he definitely couldn't hide from the visitor standing in front of the door.

"Hook? You in there?"

"Coming!" he grumbled, walking slowly towards the door a little bowlegged, his balls feeling as if they'd burst any second when he couldn't relieve some pressure very soon.

He opened the door, careful to only show her the upper part of his body, realizing too late that he was still bare-chested. Belle's eyes flicked down to his chest for a moment, a blush rising up in her cheeks, and she averted her gaze to the books she was holding in her hands as she mumbled, "I just wanted to drop off some books for you, and see if you are doing okay after ... after yesterday."

"I'm fine, lass," he said softly, turning around to meet Emma's gaze. "Can you lend me a hand, love."

Stepping out from behind the door would startle the petite woman even more and he didn't want to confront her with his stump, not to mention that he still felt his cock staying at attention, and he definitely didn't want to let Belle see that.

"Oh," Belle said as she saw Emma stepping forward, the blush on her cheeks deepening even more as she gave the books hastily to Emma. "Oh, I'm ... I'm sorry. I'm ... I'll just go."

He grinned when Belle stumbled back down the stairs, and the grin stayed on his face when he turned around to Emma, but one look at her and the grin slipped from his face and pure want rushed through his body as she licked her lips, the movement making him rock hard again in a matter of seconds. Damn this woman.

"So ..." she drawled, tipping her finger against her bottom lip as she looked him up and down. "Where were we?"

He was about to close the gap between them and haul her back into his arms as they heard footsteps approaching, and he silently prayed whoever it was would walk by his door, but of course not.

"Mom? You in there?" Henry shouted, knocking loudly at the door. "Grandpa and grandma want us to join them for breakfast."

"Did David send you to tell us that?" Emma asked, clearly annoyed that her father had probably send the lad up here.

"Yes, and we need to start our project. You promised to help, mom."

"I haven't forgotten," she sighed, letting her gaze travel over his body once again with obvious regret in her eyes. "We'll be down in a minute."

The lad was obviously satisfied with her answer and clambered back down the stairs. Shifting on his feet, he looked down at the obvious proof of his arousal, scratching behind his ear as he acknowledged with a sigh that he was nowhere near able to go into public like that.

"Go ahead, love," he addressed Emma, waving his hand towards the door. "I just need to take a cold shower first."

"You'll do that," she rasped, her eyes glinting dangerously with mischief as she stepped towards him, and before he could react in any way her hand slipped into his pants and her fingers wrapped around him, giving him a hard squeeze before she pulled her hand out again and sauntered to the door, her ass swaying provocatively.

He balled his hand into a fist, gritting his teeth together, a low growl rumbling out of his chest as he gathered all the strength he was capable of finding to not grab her arm and throw her on the bed and pound into her until she screamed for mercy.

When she turned around in the door and threw him one of her sassy smiles his restraints almost snapped, and the minx knew it. Her mouth curling up into a huge grin as she said, "See you in a bit, captain."

"Bloody hell!" he growled when the door closed behind her, and for a brief moment he considered to skip the cold shower and just take matter into his own hand, but then he imagined her legs wrapped around his waist, her naked breasts pressing against his chest and he knew his hand wouldn't be enough. The next time he relieved the pressure he wanted to be buried deep inside of her.

-/-

The moment he stepped into the diner he was bombarded with the plan for the day. He couldn't even get a word in as Emma explained to him that he would be needed to help David clear the sheriff's station while Mary Margaret would try to bring some order into the chaos the town was still in, and Henry and herself would go find Regina and start on their project.

A project he didn't know anything about, and part of him wished he could accompany her to make sure she was safe and didn't put herself in unnecessary danger. But the prince insisted on his assistance, and before he could start to argue Emma pressed a soft kiss on his lips and was out of the door, giving him no other choice than to follow David as he set out for the station.

They were working in silence for quiet some time before Killian decided it was time to address the fact that the prince obviously wanted him here for a reason.

"So, mate," he said quietly, interrupting his work and leaning back against the bars of the cell to watch David. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Why do you think I want to talk to you about anything, Hook?"

"There is hardly enough to do here for one man," Killian elaborated. "I could have gone with Emma or helped clear the rest of the town, but you were very persistent in gathering my help. For what reason?"

The prince was rummaging around for a few more seconds before he let out a sigh and leaned back against the desk, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Am I right in assuming that Emma already gave you her piece of mind about the whole Gold disaster?"

"She did," Killian confirmed. "She called me an idiot."

"That's my girl." Charming let out a chuckle, and Killian shot him a grin, remembering saying almost the exact same words to Emma once, before they'd started on their beanstalk adventure. Gods, he had already fallen for her back then. He'd been doomed from the start.

"So you wanna give me another lecture? Or another parent talk?"

"No lecture, Killian." Killian's head shot up, his eyes widening in surprise upon hearing Charming using his given name, the other man shrugging a shoulder as he added, "Well, it's kind of a lecture, I guess."

"Then just get it over with."

"I'm sure Emma already scolded you for not telling her?" Charming asked, and Killian just nodded, wondering what this was all about. "I want to do the same."

"Pardon me?"

"We weren't really seeing eye to eye right from the start, Killian. But you've grown on me."

"I told you we're getting along," he couldn't help shooting that quip, and Charming rolled his eyes in the same way Emma always did, making him grin.

"Besides, my daughter chose you and I respect her decisions."

"Aye?"

"We are family now, Jones," David told him, stunning him into silence. "You belong to the Charming family now. So you'll better start acting as a part of it and stop trying to do everything on your own. We don't work like that."

"I ... I don't know ..." He gulped hard, being moved by David's statement. The prince walked over to him and clapped him hard on the shoulder, and Killian croaked out, "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome. Oh, and Killian?" David stepped back, bending down to retrieve some papers from the ground. "My daughter chose wisely. If I remember correctly you'd go to the end of the world for her. And time. Isn't that right, Prince Charles?"

"Aye," Killian replied softly, not really surprised that the prince had figured out who he'd been talking to at the campfire all those years ago. "I would give my life for her. Always."

"So you've nothing to fear from my side. As long as you don't hurt her."

"I will honor and cherish her until my last breath."

"Good."

-/-

Something had shifted, he could feel it. Maybe it was just his imagination, but the hostility that had still lingered seemed to be gone now. The dwarves were joking around with him, clapping him on his back and clinking their glasses with him. Even the Evil Queen was keeping her sarcastic remarks to a minimum, and Emma was sitting beside him, closer than usual, her arm brushing against his as she talked animatedly with her father.

He stiffened when her hand suddenly brushed against his thigh, her fingers smoothing over the leather, and he felt himself hardening again, hoping that they could sneak out soon, so that they finally could indulge in some more enjoyable activities.

With her on her back. Or on her knees. Or atop of him.

He closed his eyes for a second, trying to reign in his lewd thoughts before he would embarrass himself in the middle of Granny's like he was a lad of five and ten years and not an over three hundred year old pirate.

When he opened his eyes again she was looking at him with a knowing smirk playing on her lips, and her hand shifted on his thigh, her fingers brushing against his arousal and making him hiss out a soft groan.

He was about to close his hand around hers and pull her out of the booth, and to hell with what everyone would assume, as the door was yanked open and Grumpy rushed in.

"We're under attack," the dwarf yelled, making him growl out a curse under his breath.

"Bloody hell!"

He actually snorted as he heard his favorite curse out of her mouth, and when he looked at her she just shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. Her hand pushed against his arm, and he stood up reluctantly, knowing that their enjoyable activities had to wait a little while longer.

"Come on, pirate. The savior and her hero apparently don't get a break."

His mouth curled up into a lopsided smirk when she called him a hero, and she leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing a brief kiss on his lips before she rocked back and grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with his as she pulled him towards the door.

One thing was for sure ... it would never get boring with her.

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