Here's Chapter 3 of Black Friday where Rumpel enrolls Emma's help in securing himself a plan regarding the hidden demise of Lucifer and where Killian gets the shock of a lifetime when he goes to visit the loft. It's also a chapter of feels...in the literal sense. More than likely rated M this chapter is.

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Chapter 3 of Black Friday Madness

Killian let out a content sigh as his fingers gently twisted their way through Emma's blonde locks, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as she slept soundly beside him. She was curled up around his body, her fingers clinging to his torso while one of her legs extended over his, tangling him up in a feeling of excitement and awe.

Hell, she was beautiful…so, so beautiful and he wanted her. Heck, he needed her.

Without another thought, he let his hand trail from her hair over her temple and down her cheekbone, his thumb swirling soft circles against her warm skin as he proceeded to wake her up in the best way he knew how. She shifted under his touch, her lips pursing together before parting and though she was still asleep he bent down to kiss her.

It was a gentle kiss, not meant for anything more than rousing his sleeping love and when he pulled back he saw that he had fulfilled his own little mission. Her green eyes blearily blinked against the now rising sun that shone through the window before focusing in on him, her gaze trailing from his blue eyes down his chest and he watched as she followed the treasure trail that disappeared just above the top of the pajama pants she had been adamant to buy him the week before.

She bit her lip just then, her eyes flicking back up to his and he found he was unable to control himself from leaning forward to claim her lips with his own once again only to find that when he closed his eyes to make good on his thoughts, his actions were stopped by the pressing of her finger against his lips.

"Love, really? I'm dying here," he moaned as she pulled back from his embrace and slipped out from under the covers.
"No need to get dramatic…I'm just finding some mints."
"Mints?"
"Yeah, you know," she said as she gave a little look with her purse in one hand. "To treat the breath of death."
"I've no idea what you mean but whatever you say. Just get that delightful arse of yours back in my bed as soon as you can, you minx."

She gave him a broad smile as she grabbed a round green container from her bag, tilting it into her hand before popping the little white savior into her mouth.

"Someone's impatient," she teased with a smile, feeling just as anxious as him but possibly a bit more nervous. "Want one?"
"Hell, why not?"

He smiled as she came back to the bed, crawling across the covers until she was kneeling beside where he sat, a mint pinched between her fingers that was slowly raising toward his lips. He took her fingers in his mouth upon contact, surprising her and drawing a short gasp from her lips before he grabbed her hips with his hook and hand to pull her back into him.

Their lips met once again, slowly moving against each other at first for several long, blissful seconds before he felt the passion that had been cooped up inside of him for the last three hundred years begin to slowly ignite into a flame that only increased when she shifted her body closer to him, her heat becoming his heat. He parted her lips with his tongue, causing her to sigh which gave him clearance to deepen the kiss and do what he'd wanted to do all the night before: thoroughly kiss the woman senseless. Her hands slid up his chest and up his shoulders before her fingers tangled in his hair that lay against the nape of his neck, the small, fluttering movements of her fingers creating chaos and havoc inside of his body. Their lips passionately crashed against each other, leaving them breathless and wanting more.

He pressed her body even closer to him, the warmth of his hand winding through her hair and contrasting with the coolness of his hook pressed against the small of her back. She moaned against him when he pulled her hair back, exposing just a bit more of her throat for him to attack with painfully gentle kisses that shot warmth through the rest of her body.

"Is this really happening?" she exhaled and he found all he could do was nod as he grabbed her fully and in one swift movement expertly rolled both of their bodies so she was underneath him.
"I believe it is, love," he smiled at the excitement in her eyes before burrowing his head into the crook of her neck, leaving hot kisses against her collar bone before gently blowing over her skin.

She shuddered, her hands still kneading against his shoulders before lightly flitting their way down his chest and across his stomach until they danced at the line of his pajama bottoms. She bit her lip and looked at him from under her eye lashes as if seeking his permission, something he found ridiculous since his hand had pushed her shirt up so he could burn her skin with his touch, his fingers flickering in tiny circles over her navel.

He pressed his lips to hers once again, the kiss gentle in spite of the chaos that was still ruining him inside, their movements slow and deliberate as they worked each other's clothing from their bodies.

"Swan! Are you here?"

Killian looked over his shoulder at the door to his quarters in annoyance while Emma's eyes grew wide at the sound of her name.

"Bloody hell, what now?"

He moved to let her free but her arms wrapped around his back and made him stay with surprising force which caused him to give her a somewhat shocked look; one that amused her.

"Emma, love, I know you wish to stay with me in bed but seriously what if that's your father?"
"David? Really?" she asked with a raised brow, ignoring the sound of footsteps coming down the narrow stairs just outside the door. "He's got a hangover that probably feels as heavy as an elephant right now. I don't know who it is but they'll eventually go away. Even if they don't, did that really ever stop you before?"
"Ah, good point," he smiled as he once again brought his hand under her shirt and began to pull it up to her satisfaction if her lips taking his own captive were of any indication.

There was a firm knock on the door just then punctuated by the sound of someone clearing their throat on the other side.

"Emma, I know you're in there," came the voice again, a voice that was masculine and oddly familiar.
"I really can't do this with someone right there," Killian muttered under his breath, his frustration causing Emma to raise a brow.
"Why not?"
"Because," he forced out, sitting up so he was straddling her with his eyes gazing at a point on the wall before glancing back down at her. "It's supposed to be more special than this."

Emma stared up at him in a look that Killian hoped was one of awe and not boredom before a smile broke across her face.

"Dearie, I'm going to give you to the count of three-"
"Oh my gosh, it's Gold," Emma breathed out, her eyes darting toward the door where the voice was coming from before a fleeting thought made her freeze. "His cat."
"One."
"Ah, well that explains his rudeness," Killian mumbled, still not moving from his position.
"Never mind the number two, here's three!"

The door slammed open just then and Emma sat up as much as she could from underneath Killian, the end result only bringing them to a more intimate position which wasn't at all what she'd been aiming for and instead of helping her, Killian just gave her an impish smile and squeezed her hips with his hand. She tried her hardest not to react to the shot of electricity that jolted through her body as her eyes wandered to the older man who now filled the doorway of the captain's quarters, a none too thrilled nor entertained look on his face.

Rumpelstiltskin took in the wide eyed look on her face while she failed to move away from the pirate who was currently straddling her waist with hook and hand holding her there, obviously too stunned to spring her body into action. Killian shot him a smug smile and all Rumpelstiltskin could do was roll his eyes at his old nemesis' lack of shame as he leaned against the doorframe and met Emma's stare again.

"Miss Swan, I hate to look down on you in any sort of way," he started, his eyes averting from the scene in front of him as Emma found herself enough to pull her shirt back down her torso.

"Then don't," Killian growled which earned him an amused look from Rumpelstiltskin before he turned back to Emma.
"But being the sheriff of this town I would think you would have put some effort to patrol on Black Friday instead of staying here doing…well, your pirate boyfriend."
"Oh my gosh," Emma gasped as she looked at the bed stand next to Hook's bed blindly as if looking for a clock that wasn't there. "Black Friday. What time is it?"
"Six o'clock."
"Okay, well, I can still make it out there," she muttered as Killian eased his weight off of her and rolled to the side while she scrambled out of bed.
"I'm afraid not. I need your assistance with something."

Emma shot him an irritated look, trying her hardest not to get distracted by Killian who was now pulling a long sleeved shirt over his head. Of all the days.

"Well, can it wait?" she bit out while she found her boots under the chair where she was assuming now Killian had gathered her things. "I kind of have a job to do."
"No, it cannot and as I recall you still owe me a favor."

Emma sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side as a sign of bitter regret. This man and his blasted deals.

"What of it?"
"I'm cashing it in."
"Today of all days?" Emma bit out as she pulled on her boot. "It really can't wait until after everyone's done killing each other?"
"I'm afraid not. You see someone ran over Belle's cat last night and I need to resolve the issue before she's done shopping."

Emma froze and she could hear, more than feel, Killian straighten up behind her from where he stood.

"Oh? Wow, really? I'm uh, I'm sorry to hear that," Emma managed to stammer, hoping beyond hope that nothing in her demeanor would give her guilt away.
"Me too," Killian provided from behind her. "Heartless really," the tone of his words hitting their mark and she could only imagine the smirk he was trying his hardest to hide.
"What's even worst of it is they tried to frame me for it. Dragged my cat's body from wherever it was killed and lay it out behind my wheel as if I wouldn't know whether I had hit my own cat. Belle would have been screaming if she so much as saw Lucifer in the drive when we were pulling in. She loved that cat."

It was silent for a moment as guilt ate at Emma while she gathered her things, Killian concentrating on a painting hanging on his wall in an attempt to hide the smirk he was battling.

"So what do you want me to do? I can't bring your cat back to life."
"No, but you can help me find a new one; one that looks enough like Lucifer so Belle wouldn't know the difference."
"You want to trick your girlfriend?" Killian asked, his head tilting to the side as he studied the man who scowled back at him. "Won't she catch onto that?"
"No, not trick and I wish to only hide the ugly truth from her if only for a little bit," the Dark One scowled. "It's much better than what those cowards did."
"Fine. I'll help you," Emma said before turning toward Killian who gave her a look she knew too well. It was one of those you're-getting-in-deep-shit-and-have-no-idea-what-you're-doing kind of looks, the kind she could only shrug at. "Think you can find something to do?"
"Sure, love," he grinned at her as she backed away from him toward the door. "I'll probably just go up to the loft and check on your dad considering his elephant of a headache from last night's shenanigans."

She gave him a dry smile as he winked at her, obviously finding some sort of sick mirth at her current predicament. Turning toward Gold she met the older man's gaze who only looked between the two of them as if there was something there that completely nauseated him.

"Well? Shall we go?"
"After you, my dear," he said with a sweeping hand gesture, waving her through the doorway before shooting Hook a look.

The pirate only grinned at him as if he knew something he didn't know, an act that confused the older man but then again Hook wasn't the most simple of creatures. He found all he could do was return a weak smile of his own before he turned to follow Emma out onto the deck, leaving the captain alone in his quarters.

"So, what you're saying is Mary-Margaret invited everyone, Neal was sort of jealous of Hook when it came to your mom on top of being a grudge holder, your gramps over here got drunk, Regina was her usual self and Belle drank two brandies? And then on top of all of that they sang to you?"
"Yep. My Thanksgiving in a nutshell."
"Wow," Grace sighed as she speared a bite of her pancakes onto her fork. "And I thought my dad burning the turkey was interesting."

Henry gave her a wide smile before sliding his glance up the table where David sat, shoving bites of pancakes into his mouth with a great deal of fervor and not so much pause in between bites that Henry worried for a second that he might choke.

"You okay over there, Gramps?"
"Did I ever tell you just how much I love pancakes?" David managed to say between the food in his mouth, glancing from Henry to Grace who smiled at her prince with all the pleasure she could muster. "I freakin love them! Marry this girl, Henry."
"I'm only twelve," Henry said, not blushing as much as he had in the beginning of David's matchmaking comments. They'd been so frequent since he'd dropped his grandfather off on the couch that he wasn't quite as embarrassed as he'd been when they'd first started.
"Oh, right. I guess that's a bit of a hitch in the plan but hey, whatever. One day."

Henry looked across the table at Grace who only raised her brows and bit her bottom lip in an attempt to keep back her giggle. A slow smile spread across his face as he watched her grab for her hot chocolate and raise her mug toward the man sitting at the end of the table who enthusiastically followed suit.

"Henry get your cup," David hissed at the boy when Henry did nothing but look between the two of them. Henry looked at him for a long second before registering and reached for his mug as well, lifting it towards theirs with a question bending his brow.
"What are we doing?"
"Toasting."
"To what?"
"True love," David said in a tone seemed to imply exactly how highly he thought of Henry's lack of brilliance at the moment.
"Happiness," Grace added, earning her a look of approval from the prince.

They both looked expectantly at Henry who thought for a moment before a word came to mind. He smiled, lifting his mug closer to theirs, his toast on the tip of tongue when the door swung open and gave the breakfast club reason to pause and look at their new visitor.

"Don't mind me," Killian said as he observed the three with an amused look. "Finish whatever it is you're doing."
"Oh hey, Killian," Henry greeted, followed by a small wave from Grace, his words punctuated by a sharp scraping noise from David's end of the table.

Henry looked over to see that David had pushed his chair back and at the moment was gripping the table as if his life depended on it, the spinnies obviously pulling at him rather hard.

"Whoa, mate," Killian smiled as he took several steps toward David, obviously in an attempt to assist him. "Take it easy today. You had quite a bit last night so why don't we sit you back down?"
"You," David growled, his tone lost on the pirate as he studied Killian walking toward him, something hard gleaming in his eye.

Henry watched his gramps clench his fist and in the matter of seconds it took for him to look from that fist to Killian's face and back to David, his gramps' hand was swinging through the air and coming into contact with the side of his mother's boyfriend's face with a resounding slap.

It was quiet as Grace sat there stunned along with Henry while David stood angrily fuming with whatever had caused him to do such a thing while Killian stared at his girlfriend's father with a funny look on his face. It took a second for Henry to register that it was amusement and shock all kind of mixed together that made up the expression on the pirate's face.

"Well, bloody hell," Killian finally broke the silence, moving his hand from his cheek which honestly didn't hurt at all. He concluded that when hungover, the valiant prince had as much force in his swing as a two year old girl. "Where did that come from, mate?"
"Don't call me mate," David huffed, swaying just a bit before his finger managed to point at the roses on the table. "Wanna tell me what those are about?"

Killian raised his eyebrow the closest to his hairline as he'd ever gotten them, fixing the man with a strange look. He decided that right then and there this morning was quite possibly the oddest he'd ever lived and he wasn't sure he was fond of it. Not in the least bit.

Don't worry...the bromance isn't dead. It will be back full swing in this upcoming chapter with the three shoppers exposed (will Snow have another bruise to take home), Gold and Emma looking for a new cat and Henry assuring David that he and Hook are indeed friends through a series of of pictures he'd managed to take the night before. Ah, yes.

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