Chapter 5

"Should we leave before it gets worse?" he asked softly and she just shook her head.

"No, we are on a date, and I won't let a little bad weather ruin it."

"Then let's see what you brought with you," he told her, walking towards where his clothes were lying on the floor and slipping into his pants, throwing the shirt over without buttoning it before he sat down at the table and looked up at her. "You don't want to join me?"

"In a minute," she replied, scurrying over to her clothes and putting them on as fast as possible.

He stayed silent while she prepared the table, lightening the candles, taking out all the goodies she'd brought with her. Handing him the bottle of wine and a corkscrew, she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he opened the bottle with ease, the sure movements making her all warm and fuzzy inside, not to mention that the rumpled state of his hair made her fingers itch with the urge to thread them through the mess.

Food first, Swan.

She didn't think she would be able to actually let go of him again after she'd put her hands on him. Better to have a table between them while they were eating.

"You've planned this all by yourself?" Killian asked.

"Well, with a little help of Granny's and my mother. But yeah, this was pretty much my idea."

"I have to apologize for thinking you can't arrange a date, love," he said with a taunting tinge in his voice.

"I told you," Emma replied proudly, grinning at him.

"So you didn't warn me that the no pillaging and plundering rule would only pertain for the first date," he said, his voice dangerously low, shooting goosebumps over her skin.

"Well, I did tell you, you might come in for coffee after our next date."

"Being invited in for coffee ... is this a sort of code in this world for pillaging and plundering?"

"It can be," Emma shot back.

"I have to remember that."

She took a sip of the wine and reached for the cheese, putting a piece of it on a slice of bread and biting off of it. He scrutinized the table for a few moments before he apparently decided with what he wanted to start first and he dug in. She had made sure that everything was already cut so that he didn't have to worry about having to slice anything up, and they ate in silence for a few minutes until Emma leaned back and took another sip of her wine, deciding it was time for some conversation. She always wanted to know more about his brother, and she thought now was a good time to ask about him.

"Tell me about Liam," she said softly. "What was he like?"

Killian smiled then, leaning back in his own chair and reached for his glass of wine, taking a sip before he looked at her over the rim of the glass.

"He was a stubborn arse," he said bluntly and she chuckled, raising one eyebrow in silent question, and he let out a chuckle himself, clearly getting the message and nodded. "Aye, I can be one too."

"Tell me a story of one of your adventure," she told him, smiling when a wide grin spread out on his face and his voice became lively as he told her about their time together on the Jolly Roger, so the ship's name was Jewel of the Realm back then.

She completely lost track of time, Killian being a born storyteller and keeping her either on the edge of her seat or making her laugh until her stomach hurt. She was still recovering from her last laughing fit when he leaned back in his chair and said firmly, "My turn."

"Okay, what do you wanna know?"

"So ... you've never told me how you met Neal. I mean ... you don't have to tell me of course ... I just ..." he trailed off, and she leaned forward and curled her fingers around his hand, squeezing it slightly.

"You knew him when he was a kid, and you still miss him," she said quietly. "I miss him too. Even if I wasn't fond of him for quite some time."

"I would like to hear the story. If you are willing to share it."

So she told him everything. From the first time she met Neal as he wanted to steal her car, over their life together, stealing and just getting along but being happy - at least she'd thought they were happy – to the end when he'd left her and ratted her out to the police, letting her getting arrested for the watches he had stolen. She still had to fight down the anger when she told Killian about finding out that she was pregnant and giving birth to Henry shackled to a bed, having to give him up because she wanted a better life for him.

Killian had been silent the whole time, but when she ended and focused on his face again she could see the anger for her written all over his face.

"He did what?" he asked accusingly, his hand balling into a fist on the table cloth.

She reached for him again, skimming her fingers over his hand until he opened it and she could intertwine her fingers with his. It was good to see him being angry for her. No one had been there for her back then. But she wasn't alone anymore. She had her family and Henry. And him.

"I made my peace with him. At the end. But before he came back into my life, before all the things that came out in Neverland ..." She shot him a smile then, his eyes warming as he clearly remembered the same things she did. The heated kiss. Their confessions in the Echo Caves. His promise to win her heart. She had been intrigued by him from the start. But really falling in love with him ... she did that in Neverland. "His abandonment hurt the most."

"You loved him," Killian said softly. "He betrayed your trust. He was the reason for your walls, wasn't he?"

"Well, I already had them before I met him, but him leaving me ... it definitely made them thicker and higher."

"He was a bloody fool," Killian spoke harshly. "For ever letting you go. And a selfish coward. For letting you take the blame for a crime he committed because he didn't want to face his father. It was extremely bad form."

She had to smile as he sat there with a stiff back, his brows furrowed. "I wish I had known the straight-laced lieutenant you once were."

"You wouldn't have recognized me," he said with a smile on his face that faltered slightly as he added. "I've changed a lot."

"Remember?" she told him, waiting for him to meet her eyes before she continued. "I'm a fan of every part of you."

"Aye."

To lighten the mood she reached for the basket of strawberries and took one out, deliberately toying with it before bringing it to her mouth and letting it slip into her mouth, groaning softly when she bit the tip off and the sweet juices hit her tongue.

"Emma?" his voice was suddenly hoarse, and she almost grinned as she reached for another fruit, repeating the performance.

"Stop teasing and come over here," he growled when she popped the fruit into her mouth.

He pulled her around the table by her hand, and she came willingly, straddling his lap and sitting down, reaching for his shirt and shoving it off his shoulders.

"This one." She tipped against a thin scar at his left collarbone. "What happened there?"

"Liam," he rasped, tightening his hand on her ass and trying to pull her over the clearly visible bulge in his pants. "One of our sword fights got a little out of hand."

She leaned down and flicked her tongue over it while her hand trailed down his chest and stomach, her fingers playing over the fly of his pants, making him groan.

She stood up abruptly, pointing towards the bed as she said in a commanding voice, "To the bed, Captain. I want you naked."

He smirked at her before he stood up and sauntered over to the bed, slowly unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs before he laid down on the mattress. She pushed his legs apart as she joined him, kneeling down between them, leaning forward so that her face was at a level with his fully erect cock.

"And this one?" she whispered, trailing her fingers over a scar on his hipbone.

"Pan," he gritted out through clenched teeth, his eyes screwed shut, his body shivering when she deliberately breathed over his length.

"Can I have the honor?" she asked with a smirk on her face, her lips hovering only a few inches over his tip.

"You're actually asking me for permission?" he rasped, popping his eyes open, and she nodded, the movement bringing her chin in contact with his erection. "Bloody hell, Swan. I told you, you need to stop teasing me."

"Why? What happens when I don't stop?"

"I will ... I will ..." He was clearly fighting for words, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach for her and shove her head down. "I will think of something."

"Yeah, right," she replied, trying not to laugh as she watched him, his eyes glazed over with lust, his fingers fisting the sheet and his hips rotating under her, trying to get her to finally take him into her mouth.

"Would you please put me out of my misery?" he growled, a muscle in his jaw twitching, making it clear that he was close to exploding.

"As you wish, pirate." She flashed him a grin before she leaned down and let him slip between her lips.

"Emma, I ..." His fingers tightened in her hair as he thrust his hips up, a growl rumpling out of his chest as he hit the back of her throat. She took him even deeper and swallowed around him. "Fuck."

She let him slip slowly out of her mouth, grinning up at him. "Look at you. Using modern curse words."

"Bloody minx," he groaned, his whole body vibrating with barely restrained lust. "Gods, Swan. I need to be in you. Now."

"Soon," she promised, taking him back into her mouth, driving him crazy with her mouth, using her tongue and teeth, alternating between wrapping her hand around his shaft or balls, until he actually pleaded for mercy, begging her to let him be inside of her.

She was about to straddle him as he cleared his throat, and she looked up at him.

"Can I ..." He actually reached up and scratched behind his ear, and her heart squeezed in her chest, the gesture so familiar by now and one of the things she found most adorable about him. His tell when he was feeling uncomfortable.

"Can you what?"

"Can I ... would you ..." he trailed off, averting his gaze, a blush creeping up his face.

"Spit it out, Jones. Before I'm falling asleep here," she teased.

"Can I have the honor to have you on your hand and knees?" he blurted out, the blush on his cheeks deepening even more, and she would have laughed when his request hadn't shot straight between her thighs and made her even wetter for him.

She turned around without saying anything, getting up on her hands and knees. Leaning down on her elbows, she pushed her ass towards him and tilted her head to watch him over her shoulder. "Like this?"

"Aye," he breathed as she scrambled up and kneeled behind her. His hand reached for one cheek, his fingers kneading her flesh as he stared down at her.

"Killian?"

"Aye?"

"As much as you seem to enjoy cherishing my ass ..." His fingers stilled, his eyes shooting up to meet her gaze, and she cocked one eyebrow as she said, "I would like to hold you to your promise now."

"And what promise would that be?"

"You promised to ravish me from behind." She wiggled her ass provocatively, growing even wetter as his gaze turned dark with hunger. "I'm ready for the pillaging and plundering now."

"Are you?" His mouth tilted up into a wolfish grin and his hand trailed lower, his fingers brushing through her folds, two slipping inside. "Bloody hell, you are soaking wet already."

"Stop teasing," she hissed as he kept slipping his fingers in and out of her in an excruciatingly slow pace, too slow for her taste, and definitely not enough. She wanted to feel him inside of her, nothing else would do right now, and she turned her head and threw him a threatening look over her shoulder. "Get in me. Now, Jones."

"Bloody impatient," he said, pulling his fingers out of her, leaving her feeling empty and aching.

"Killian?" she whimpered, not even embarrassed about wanting him so much.

"Shush," he whispered, his erection pushing against her entrance. "I'm right here."

And then he slammed in, the breath whooshing out of her as he buried himself until the hilt in her. God, she loved feeling him inside of her. She pushed backwards, urging him to move, and for his own good he stopped teasing and gave her what she wanted.

His fingers dug into her waist, probably leaving marks behind, holding her steady as he pounded into her. Deep and hard thrusts. Each hitting the spot deep inside of her, and she shifted her weight on one elbow, reaching down to her clit, rubbing at it furiously while Killian's thrusts came faster and faster, her walls clamping down on him in the same moment he groaned and climaxed right alongside with her.

She whimpered as he pulled out, wanting him to stay where he was even though she already felt the first signs of soreness, knowing that she probably wouldn't be able to walk properly the next morning, but she still wanted him again.

He laid back and pulled her into his arms, and she slumped against him, her head resting on his chest.

"You okay, love?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I'm totally fine here."

His fingers trailed up and down her spine, the movement almost lulling her into sleep as his low voice reached her ear. "You can melt the snow, can't you?"

"I probably can."

"We need to go back very soon."

"I know. But not tonight," she mumbled against his skin. "This night belongs to you and me alone."

She closed her eyes, laying her hand directly above his heart. Tomorrow she needed to talk to him about the protection spell Regina had taught her. She needed to make sure that no one would ever be able to steal his heart again. No one.

But not tonight. Tonight she didn't want to talk about what happened to him, about her fears that she might lose him one day. Tonight she only wanted to be with him. Without any dark clouds. Without any worries.

Just he and she. And nothing else.