Chapter six
Killian's hands are all over her. His mouth is making Emma whimper with pleasure as it moves across her thigh towards her center.
"Killian…?"
He glances up at her in question.
"Talk to me…" she says with lustful eyes.
Killian grins
"You want to have a discussion right now?"
Emma smiles.
"No. I want to listen to your voice while you doing naughty things to me."
Killian starts shifting himself up her body, stopping to pay special homage to her stomach, breasts, chest, neck and jaw before kissing her passionately.
"You've put me on the spot now, darling. What would you like me to say?"
Emma blushes slightly and confesses to him.
"It doesn't matter. You could be reciting a restaurant menu and your voice would make me wet."
Killian's eyebrows went up in surprise.
"Really? Well I think we need to put that to the test at Granny's next time." He says with a dark look.
"But as for right this minute…"
Killian moves over Emma and brushes his erection against her folds, making her moan.
"And that's one of my favourite sounds from your mouth, Love." He says with a smile.
"Suppose we were at Granny's, and I was whispering that long menu in your ear, darling…"
Killian caresses Emma's thigh as he begins pushing himself into her excruciatingly slowly as he murmurs into her ear.
"I'm not sure I would be able to behave myself, darling. My hand may wander over to find out exactly how hot and wet my words are making you."
Emma is panting and getting so close to coming, his voice rumbling in her ear, pushing her that much higher before she falls.
"I may have to take you out the back door at Granny's so I can pull your jeans down and taste how much you want me..."
Killian loses track of his words as they both get perilously close to the edge. The pace of his thrusts become frantic.
"Oh, Gods, Emma… "
"Killian! God, I'm… gonna… Ahhh.."
"Hey! Are you Alright?" a strange voice says, waking Emma from her wonderful dream.
She desperately tries to get back to Killian in her mind, but reality is encroaching and he slips away, leaving Emma all worked up and very irritable.
"Dammit."
Emma sits up, rubbing her head, she looks at the iron bars in front of her and curses again .
"Are you kidding me?" she says to bars before looking around for the owner of the concerned voice.
Emma sees a darkhaired girl watching her from the cell beside her and he scoots closer.
"Hey. So, where am I this time?"
The girl's expression turns from worry to sadness.
"Frolo's prison. We are awaiting trial. I am glad that you are alright; I was worried for you. The guards hit you very hard and you were lifeless for so long."
Emma winces, remembering the rough treatment of Frolo's guards.
"Well, that explains the second massive bump on my head. I'm gonna have to start worrying about brain damage if this keeps up."
The girl looks at Emma oddly.
"Qua?"
Emma stops rubbing her head to study her new potential ally. The girl is about the same age as Henry, with striking features, black hair and bright blue eyes.
A pang of hurt blooms in Emma's chest as she realizes whose eyes they remind her of; her own dark beauty, whom she left naked and smiling in her bed. Emma looks around seeing that it is night time here: was it only this morning that she had left Killian?
Thinking of her pirate opens the floodgates to thoughts of Henry, her Mom, her Dad,…
Emma gives herself a mental shake and stands up, needing to take action instead of getting lost in painful thoughts.
"We need to get out of here." She says as she blasts the bars of her cell with her magic.
Or tries to.
Emma looks down at her hands in disbelief again.
"Your magic will not work." The girl says matter-of-factly.
"What? Why?" Emma asks, looking stunned.
The girl explains.
"Frolo has discovered a way to block our magic. It is a powder that he explodes over us, so we breathe it in. [she puts her hand through the bars, towards Emma] I am Esmerelda."
Emma slumps to the floor once more, shakes Esmerelda's hand, sighs and smiles.
"Of course you are…"
"I'm Emma. So, what are you in for?"
Esmerelda shrugs.
"The same as you, I assume: witchcraft."
Emma softly bumps her head against the wall as the pieces start falling together in her head.
"The girl."
"Sorry?"
"The girl at the Court of Miracles. Frolo paid her to point me out."
Esmerelda nods her head sadly.
"Yes, Frolo has his spies everywhere."
Emma considers for a moment.
"But how did she know about me? I mean I just got here."
Esmerelda answers in a bored tone.
"She was probably told to report anyone new."
"Hell of a welcoming committee."
Emma hears heavy boots coming down the hall towards them.
"So what happens now?" she asks Esmerelda, as the guards stop in front of both of their cells to unlock the doors. The guards grab Emma and Esmerelda roughly and Esmerelda looks at Emma through brave tears.
"Now we burn."
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Maurice is walking stiffly between Killian and David down the sidewalk towards Gold's pawn shop.
"I didn't know, you know…" he says with a look of dismay.
Killian continues ushering him forward in stony silence, as Maurice babbles nervously.
"I thought she was just asleep. I was going to wake her eventually, I swear."
David, sympathizing but impatient, asks,
"What exactly were you waiting for?"
Maurice looks at him with colour creeping up his face.
"Frankly, I was waiting for one of you to kill Rumpelstiltskin."
All four heroes stop and turn to Maurice with annoyed expressions, until Killian prompts him along again, saying,
"Well it's not just about Belle anymore, mate. Bloody Dark One holds Emma's fate in his greedy hands as well now." He says angrily.
Maurice hangs his head as he shuffles forward.
"She won't leave him. Especially now that she carries his child." He says hopelessly.
Snow stops short for a moment in surprise.
"Belle is pregnant?!" she exclaims.
Maurice nods his head sadly.
The group approach the pawn shop and Maurice stops Killian with a hand on his shoulder.
"How do you live with what the Dark One did to you?"
Taken aback by the pleading look in the man's eyes, Killian blurts out the brutal truth.
"I became a villain." He says, before continuing.
"It took the love of a saviour to pull me away from that fate. I wouldn't recommend using me as a role model, mate."
Maurice sighs sadly and enters the shop, shuffling past Killian who is holds the door.
David gives Killian a supportive hand on the shoulder as he walks by him and Snow smiles encouragingly. Whatever David's issues are with what the pirate does with his daughter, he knows that their love is true.
Gold is waiting for them in the store front and wordlessly escorts them to the back room where Belle lies sleeping on the small bed.
Maurice, with tears in his eyes, bends to kiss Belle's forehead.
"Thank you." Gold says quietly behind him, causing Maurice to hesitate.
"I'm not doing this for you, Dark One. I do this for Belle and for Emma Swan." He says indignantly.
Gold ignores the comment and Maurice presses a kiss to Belle's forehead. The expected 'whoosh' of magic pushes all of them back a step.
Belle's eyes start to flutter open and Maurice stands, and backs away as Gold comes forward to her. Unable to bear the sight of his daughter in the arms of the Dark One, Maurice turns and walks out.
As Belle becomes more awake, Killian gives her and Gold a few moments before growling out,
"Crocodile… you got what you wanted yet again. Now tell us where Emma is."
A confused frown begins on Belle's face as Gold kisses her softly, before turning to the others gathered around them.
"Indeed. I believe Ms. Swan is in the same world that our fine Dr. Whale comes from."
Pausing for effect, he goes on.
"Specifically, I believe she is in Paris. I made a deal there recently and the repercussions of that deal may be coming to bear."
David interjects.
"A deal? With who?"
But Killian yells over him.
"What the bloody hell does that have to do with Emma?"
Gold looks from David to Killian with annoyance.
"I believe I may have disrupted quite a few lives when I traded the cripple for his destiny."
At everyone's perplexed look, Gold opens his mouth to continue. But he is cut off by an angry Belle, standing behind him.
"GOD! For once in your life, Rumple, speak plainly. Tell them what they need to know!"
Gold turns to his wife, stunned momentarily, and then explains.
"I needed the 'blood of broken destiny'. I was trying to wake you with a spell that required it. But obviously, it didn't work. I made the deal with a cripple, Quasimodo. I gave him his wish of a more appealing visage, in exchange for his blood. He was destined to be the saviour of Paris and now, I suspect, he has outsourced that job to Ms. Swan."
Belle glares at Gold and he waits with resignation, for her to speak.
Killian and the others start making their way out of the back room awkwardly as Belle lays into Gold.
"It's always the same with you, isn't it? It never matters who's life you may ruin, as long as you get what you want."
Shaking his head, Gold begins trying to defend his actions.
"I did it for you, Belle. For you and our child." He says pleadingly.
Belle shakes her head and starts moving towards the door.
"I don't want to hear it anymore, Rumple."
Belle says furiously as she leaves to follow the others outside.
Outside Gold's Pawn Shop
Regina walks out the door behind the rest, smiling gleefully.
"Does anyone else get a real kick out of hearing that tiny bookworm tear strips off the Dark One?" she saying looking around at Killian, David and Snow.
David and Snow both try to smother their smirks but Killian gives Regina a smile of agreement before returning to his worried frown.
Snow changes the subject back to the matter at hand.
"Okay, Well, we know where Emma is. How do we get to her?"
Regina replies quickly.
"I'll go get Zelena and the Sorcerer's wand. Where should we meet you?"
"The Jolly Roger." Killian says firmly.
"Fine."
And Regina disappears in a puff of smoke.
That decided, Snow turns to David, as Belle walks up to them.
"I should call the Blue Fairy to ask her to watch Neal a bit longer."
Belle tentatively counters that idea.
"Don't worry about bothering Blue. I can take care of Neal with Henry's help. [she looks at them sheepishly] That is, if you don't mind me staying at your place. I… don't really have any place to stay at the moment."
Snow grins at her.
"That's perfect! And of course we don't mind you staying at our place. You can stay there as long as you need to."
Killian, who has been respectfully, however, impatiently, waiting for the details to be settled, pipes up.
"Great. That's settled, then. So, let's go meet with Regina and the witch at my ship." He says as he turns and starts marching towards the docks.
Aboard the Jolly Roger
Killian, David and Snow busy themselves manoeuvring the Jolly Roger away from the dock and out into open water, when Regina and Zelena materialize on the deck with baby Robin.
Killian protests immediately.
"You can't bring an infant on a voyage like this!"
Zelena scoffs and rolls her eyes at him as she carefully hands Robin to Regina and dumps her baby bag on the deck.
"I'm not going into battle, holding my child, Pirate. But unless you plan to stay in Paris forever, I need to go with you to bring you all back. Fear not, Robin and I will be staying on the ship, while you all dash off to save the day." She finishes in a bored tone.
Killian looks unconvinced, but relents.
"Very well…"
Zelena turns and walks to the bow of the ship, raising the Sorcerer's wand.
"Now then." She says as she swishes the wand down to point at the water a few yards in front of the ship. The portal begins swirling and Zelena steps back to take Robin from Regina. Snow and the others grip tightly to the ship as Killian steers into the portal.
"Here we go again." Snow mutters.