Well I wrote this in three hours. Not bad if I do say so myself. I wanted to get this posted to you guys before I left for work today. So on to my response for my reviewers.
Lisa1972- I am not shitting you. I hope you like this chapter. As for how long you had to wait less then a day.
YJ-Lover- It is alright. I know you read it. I love what you thought of my Lost Boys, but a little off marker.
- That you for the catch. I did fix it and reupload that chapter. I don't know what I was think, but apparently my mind left me at the perfect moment. How is that fan helping you?
.xo- Well if you leave him rum, I think he could do that. I'm not sure. I'm just writing my stories going on in my happy place. So glad to get you in the hoilday spirits. Merry Christmas.
On with the story!
The Seventh Day of Christmas
On the seventh day of Christmas my Swan-girl gave to me: seven lost boys fighting.
Just outside Storybrooke, a motorcyclist leaned against his motorcycle. A beat up car pulled up behind him. A man stepped out and wearily approached the other man. "Can I really see her?" His voice was soft and full of worry. It had been over ten years since he had last seen the woman he loved.
"The curse is broke. The Savior is now free to love whomever she desires." With that both men go back to their vehicles and drive into the now magical little town.
Emma woke with a start. Sweat covered her body, her heart was racing, everything felt wrong. She looked around and groaned. She was in her room, without Killian. They had agreed that since Henry was over, it would be best to not sleep in the same room, until they could not jump each other in bed. Emma got up, stripping her clothes off and wrapping herself in a robe. She walked to the bathroom to wash the sweat off her body. Finished with that task, she walked to Killian's room. She opened the door, and walked to the edge of his bed. The sheets were tangled around him, as if he too were having a horrible night. Emma reached out and touched his shoulder. He sat up, raising his hook back as if to attack.
"Killian, it's me." She placed her hand on his hook, bring it down. He blinked at her, trying to clear his eyes and mind of ghost of long past.
"Emma, bloody hell woman, what are you doing here?" Killian looked her over, before dragging her into his arms. "Tell me."
Emma sighed, closing her eyes as her head rested against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat calmed her like nothing else. "Something is coming. I think." She shifted so she rested in between his legs. "Either that or I had a very vivid nightmare."
His arms tightened around her. "Whatever it is, Emma-love, we'll face it together." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, laying back down with her. "Now sleep, I'm here to chase off bad dreams." The night passed easier for them both. Emma woke to her phone going off in the pocket of her robe. She groaned reaching out for it, but unwilling to moving from the warmth at her back. Killian's arm reached out with hers, and snagged the robe before she could get it.
"Shut the bloody thing off love." He secured her tighter to his chest, as she answer the phone.
"Hello?" Emma asked sleepily into the phone.
"Emma. Where the hell are you? You need to get here now." Ruby's voice was full of panic.
Emma sat up, ignoring the protests coming from Killian. "Ruby what is wrong?"
"Jefferson is shouting at that August guy. Well and there is another stranger with him. Please come quickly. I don't think August likes what Jefferson is implying."
"Alright, I'll be there. Call Charming as well, just in case." She hung up her phone, turning to Killian. "Duty calls. Trouble at Granny's." She leaned in and kissed him. "Back me up?"
He tangled his hand in her hair, bring her down to kiss him proper. "Always."
Emma arrived with Killian just as David was pulling up. He rushed over to her. "What is going on today?"
Emma nodded towards the growing number of people yelling at each other. "Looks like August is back in town." She looked at Killian. "Think you can get Jefferson to stop?"
Killian grinned as Charming frowned. "You can count on me."
Hook turned from them, strutting over to the loud group of male. "Fall in!" He bellowed. All stopped, even David seemed impressed.
"He seems to be able to control a group of angry people well." He commented to his daughter as they walked closer to the group.
She shrugged. "Must be from being a pirate captain and all that."
There stood before her five grown men. Jefferson, who had Ruby's arms around him. Mr. Gold looking very harassed. August who looked both confused and aggravated. Archie, who looked properly a shamed of himself. The last one, made Emma freeze. Neal, looking ever bit as stubborn and proud as she remembered. Killian must have noticed something was off with Emma, because he was by her side in a moment, holding her steady. "Easy love." He said into her ear. "I won't let these rowdy boys hurt you."
She turned her head, allowing him to see her held back tears. "One already did." She whispered back. Killian's eyes flashed with rage. He turned to look at the group, falling last on the stranger.
"You there, what is your name?" His tone commanded obedience, he hadn't felt this way since Gold had taken everything from him, since his last mutiny.
The arrogant man, still stood proud. "Name's Neal. What's your?" He glared at the man touching his woman. Killian had moved in front of Emma, blocking her from Neal's view. He pressed the tip of his hook to his cheek.
He only said one word, loud enough for his crewmen to hear. "Mutiny."
Everything held still, as if knowing what was about to happen. Sure this was a town not a ship, but Killian still was captain of his crew. Six pirates started moving in closer, ready to hand this man from the clock tower if necessary to get the job done. Nobody, except the Crocodile and his Lady, went against Captain Hook and lived to tell the tale.
It was Henry that broke the silence. He was walking to school with Snow, when he saw the crowd gather. "Mom?" He called out, and all hell broke lose.
Whatever fear these men had of Hook evaporated when Henry came into view. Neal looked from Emma to the child, before looking at Hook. "Back off ass-swipe."
Jefferson started in on Neal, Archie got in between them, August was shouting at Gold, Henry was trying to ask a question and Gold was brandishing his cane at Neal. Killian's crew stood around Emma and Henry, ready to protect their Captain's family. Charming, went after August trying it find out who this Neal was. Suddenly water splashed over all of them, stilling them once more. Ruby and Belle stood there with buckets in their hands. Belle glared at Gold.
"Why don't we go have a little chat in the library, dearie." She said it in such a falsely sweet voice that Gold went meekly to her, following her until they went out of sight. Ruby was growling low at Archie, holding hands with Jefferson, who stared at the marvel in front of him. She towed him off behind the dinner, still growling about men and their ideas. Once Archie shook off Ruby's rant, he walked over to August and offered him his hand. Charming had thrown a punch before they got a unexpected bath. August took it, and went off with Jimmy to find his father. All that were left was a seething Killian, an over-protective Charming, and a very pissed Neal. Emma had Henry clutched to her inside the ring of pirates. She didn't want Henry to met his father, she never wanted Neal to find her again.
"If you don't let me through to my daughter and grandson, I swear, when I get done with you, you will be more frightened of me then your captain." Snow was livid. What on earth were these boys thinking.
"Jukes, let her pass. She won't harm them." Killian said as his crew let him pass as well. He knelt down next to Henry, checking him over for wounds. He ruffled his hair. "Don't ever do that again, lad. My men and I are good, but should something happen to you." He paused looking up at Emma, who was staring wide-eyed back at him. "I wouldn't know what to do." He stood, letting Snow look over her grandson. He pulled Emma into his arms, only to find her struggling. He released her as if burned. He looked down. "Very well lass." He brushed a lock of hair from her face, watching as her walls went back up. "I'll be with my crew should you need me." He walked out of the circle, and grabbed Neal by the collar. "Let's go boys, we have a mutiny to get on with." His crew cheered, leering at Neal as they made their way to the marina.
Emma stood there in shock, still not sure what was going on. She let Charming take her back to the office, where she buried herself in work, trying to forget the man that destroyed her heart long ago. When she got home, it was to an empty house. A single red rose, waiting for her attention on the table. Attached to it was a note.
I know you are going to pull away, but before you shut me out completely let me show you how much you mean to me. When I first held you tight on top of the beanstalk, I knew I would always find you. Now that I have had you, I won't stop until you crave me as much as I crave you. I don't need water, food, or rum. I just need you pressed against me all night long.
Killian.
Emma gave a half-hearted smiled at the note. He really was sweet underneath it all, romantic, funny, kind, protective. She shook her head, trying to stop that train of though. She couldn't allow herself to feel, not yet, not when the pain was brought back into the harsh light of day. Snow and Charming had taken Henry for the evening, allowing her to mope around the house. She opened the fridge, and found a plate of food and another note.
Cookson wanted to make you something to eat. He says it is the best way to heal heartache. What I think is you need to be taken roughly against every surface of our home, until you forget everything but my name, until your name is all I can say.
Desire bloomed in her, she could feel the ghost of his touch, trailing over her body. He had brought so much pleasure and just sheer joy to her life. No, she slammed the plate of food down. She won't let anyone hurt her again. She glared at the food for a moment, before putting it in the microwave.
She took her plate of now warm food over to the couch, planning on watching something to take her mind away from her thoughts. A DVD lay on the coffee table with another note. It was Peter Pan.
Watch this and think of me. It always brought you a laugh at how I reacted to my portrayal. I could tell you all the adventures in Neverland, whisper them in your ear as you curl up beside me, but I know not even half way through the first one, I would have to kiss you. Tell you that even all the wonder of that land was nothing compared to you. I would drive all thoughts of jealousy of that blasted pixie with a thrust of my hips. Never will I go anywhere without you in the same land. I want to show you Neverland one day, if you will let me.
She blushed at the thought, he had told her some stories of Neverland, of the Lost Boys and their pranks, but somehow he kept her away from Thinker Bell, Tiger Lily, and the mermaids. Emma put the movie in, watching it as she eat the wonderful food Cookson had made for her. By the time the movie was over, she was missing Killian. Even when they had just been friends, he was a contestant presence in her life. It was odd to go without him for so long, especially when she was at home.
She went to the bathroom, to get ready for bed and attached to the mirror was another note.
I know when you look into the mirror, you see all the pain and lost you have had to go through. But I see so much more. I see a strong woman, who knows her own mind. I woman I would happily follow all the day of my life, if she would only let me. I see a passionate lass, who gives as good as she gets, anytime, anywhere. I see someone I love shine brighter then the star to Neverland. All I want to do is hold you tight in my arms, and whisk you off to some far away land, where we could be together, having adventures forever.
Emma wanted to cry. He wasn't even here and he was drawing her from her despair, reminding her that it is alright to trust him. That her trust in him isn't for nothing. He knows she would have fought him if he were in, but with this notes, he wanted her to remember their time together, and how it drove him to chase her, to follow. A man like that wouldn't leave her when things were hard, a man like that would grip her hand tighter and fight beside her so long as he was able to do so.
The shower held clear her head, she had only seen Neal for maybe twenty minutes, and Killian then dragged him off to who knows where. She smiled, Killian wasn't going to give Neal and easy path to her, if anything he would tie him up and kick his ass across the boarders of town, with a promise of pain should he cross this line again.
There were two notes in her room, one on her dresser.
I don't know why you cloth yourself, I love the feel of you bare in my arms. Though I do admit I love seeing you in those knickers I got you, if nothing else. Wear a pair tonight, love, and think of me in your dreams.
She shook her head at his playfulness. She could hear his voice saying the words in a husky fashion. It made her want him here, so he could see her in the black ones with the bows on the side, walking around her room to having everything ready for the next day.
The other note was on her pillow.
If it will bring you more comfort, abandon this bed, and come to mine. Even if I am not there, being nearer to me should protect you from bad dreams. Sleep in my bed and dream of all the wicked things we did to each other. When I close my eyes I can still see you riding me, head thrown back in pleasure. It stirs my desire for you to new heights. Come to bed my love and sleep without troublesome dreams.
She blushed, it was something to know that he still saw her when he closed his eyes. She had rather liked being on top of him, but loved it even more when they had sex side by side, holding each other close, her leg over his hip, drawing him deeper. Heat started to pool in her abdomen. He really knew how to bring out her desires, she would give him that.
She walked down the hall to his room, and entered his room. He sat at the desk, a feather quill in his hand, parchment resting on the desk. He looked up at the sound of his door being closed. Emma stood there, hands behind her back, head down cast, clothed in nothing but her panties. Killian stood walking over to her, trapping her against the door.
"Lass, look at me." She looked up, guarded, but there were hairline fracture all around her walls. "I love you, Emma. I will always hunt you down, should you run. I will kill anyone who has ever done you wrong. I would give my life in order for you to live." He pressed her flush against the door, holding her there with his body. "My desire for you will never go away. Everything else doesn't mean a thing, unless you are by my side." He kissed her hard, knowing she was crumbling under him. She kissed back with such a passion. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself up to him. His hand and hook went down her body, resting just under her ass. She wrapped her legs around his hips, using the door to keep her steady. She didn't want to let him go. He was her oxygen at that moment, if he left she would surely die.
Emma slid a hand between their bodies, tugging at his pants. He pulled away to give a low moan at the feel of her hand on his manhood. "Emma."
She bit his lower lip. "Killian, if you don't take me on this door. I swear you will regret it." She hissed. She wanted to forget this horrible day, and she wanted him to be the one that drove all those thoughts away.
Killian bit the top her chest, untying one side of her underwear, "Your wish is my command." He pushed his jeans downs and entered her quickly. It was rough, both of them had bottle their rage and sorrow, but somehow it was just right for them. They knew with each thrust, each scream, moan, and growl that they had each other. Nothing could take this from them. When she came, she screamed his name. He bit her shoulder, marking her as his as he joined her in bliss. After a few moments, he moved away from the door with her. She yelped, feeling him move within with ever step he took. He laid her on the bed, looming over her.
"Never fight me Emma. I need you to live."
With that he sealed their lips together and started to bring on another round of blissful love making to last them both through the night.
So that is it for today. So any ideas for the eight ships a'fleeing? We can always throw in some more groping. Anyways, until I get the second day up for Jefferson and Ruby. This story will have to wait. I will do my best to get that one up tomorrow. Give you guys some time to think about what I might do with them. Let me know, cuz I love reviews.