Author's note: Okay, so I lied a little bit. I was writing this chapter and I realized I was trying to cram too much into it. So you get an extra one! Yay! I hope you enjoy this one; I got a little teary writing a bit of it, I'll let you guess where it was.
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Chapter 13
Ten days, fifteen hours and forty two minutes. That's how long it had been since the Feds had carted Killian off. Not that she was counting.
"Emma, you have to eat something." It was Elsa, trying once again to coax her into eating.
"I'm not hungry."
"You said that at breakfast too."
"Well, it was true."
Elsa huffed in frustration. She snatched a mirror off Emma's vanity and shoved it on her face. "You're not sleeping, not eating. There's circles under your eyes. Look."
Emma frowned. "Why does it matter what I look like? I'm trying to actually do something to get Killian back!"
"I know you miss him, but running yourself into the ground is not going to help. I promise you."
Emma pushed the mirror aside and buried her face in her hands. "It's been dead end after dead end," she whispered. "I don't know what to do."
She'd spent all her time since her disastrous visit to JFK on the phone. Or on her laptop. She contacted the State Department, INS, both senators' offices. All of them had given her the run around. Her father hadn't had much better luck. Whatever Gold had promised them, she couldn't counter it. There didn't seem to be anything else she could do.
And she couldn't face it.
Elsa wrapped her arms around her friend. "We'll think of something," she said. "I know it."
"Isn't Anna the optimistic one?"
Elsa chuckled. "Perhaps it's rubbing off on me."
Emma felt doubly guilty because Elsa was spending all her time with her. Will had come with them to New York (Robin was still at home, watching Killian's belongings), and now he was getting the short end of the stick.
"But I really think you should sleep. Then eat. Seriously, Emma," Elsa continued. "Maybe we could all have dinner later? Put our heads together." Emma started to protest. "If anything changes, I will wake you. I promise."
Emma could see the worry in Elsa's eyes. She knew her friend was only looking out for her. She decided to take Elsa's advice. "Okay. Just for a little while."
It took her a while to fall asleep, but it was a testament to how tired she was that she didn't dream. A long cleansing sleep, it turned out, was exactly what she needed. She felt alert for the first time in days, alert and just a little optimistic. They would figure this out.
She decided to shower and change before joining the others. She slipped on Killian's UH shirt, the cotton soft on her skin. It still smelled faintly of him. The scent of salt and sweat and spice made her heart clench; she hadn't thought it was possible to miss someone this much. That goofy grin, those bottomless blue eyes, him teasing her over another clumsy mishap.
She had met him because she spilled coffee on him, so she supposed she had that last one coming.
And yet it was more than that. She missed knowing he would be there when she came home. She missed having a home of her own (okay, so it was technically his place, but she'd been living with him so long it kinda felt like theirs). She missed vegging with him in front of the TV, watching Netflix, while he played with her hair. She missed getting random texts from him for no reason at all. She missed his face when he tried one of her new recipes, pronouncing it excellent whether it actually was or not.
In the months they'd been together he truly had become the other half of her, the part she'd been missing and hadn't even known it.
Well, she sure as hell knew it now and she was getting him back. She was getting their life back.
Her friends and family were gathered in the living room, waiting for her. While she was glad to have their support, she was painfully reminded that Killian didn't have anyone. He'd been forced back to his home country with no money, no family, no friends, no place to go.
"Hey, did they find a place for him?" Emma asked, glancing at her dad.
David already knew what she meant. "Yeah. Archie got him all set up. Small flat in Westminster, I think it was."
Emma sighed in relief. At least Killian had a place to live until she could get him back. Killian's phone and wallet had been confiscated when he'd been arrested; he literally only had the clothes on his back. Emma had arranged for someone from the London office of Nolan Tech to look after him right after she got back from her aborted attempt to follow. She knew he would protest, but she wasn't letting him fend for himself, not if she could help it.
"I hate this," she said to no one in particular.
"It's not your fault, lass." Emma looked up in surprise; Will hadn't spoken to her much since they arrived in New York. She just assumed he was pissed at her. She was pissed at herself. Logically, she knew there wasn't anything she could have done, but she still felt like she should have done something. Killian was only in this mess because he'd had the audacity to fall in love with her.
"Doesn't really feel like that."
Mary Margaret agreed with Will. "You did nothing wrong, Emma. This is Gold's doing."
"Still want me to go to his damn party?"
"Certainly not. I've already withdrawn our RSVPs."
Emma couldn't help it; she laughed. Seems she wasn't the only one who'd changed over the summer. It was the first genuine laugh since that terrible moment when Killian had been taken from her.
"Emma? Are you okay?" Elsa asked worriedly.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Yeah. Can we eat? I'm starving."
Everyone gathered in the large dining room, formality thrown aside in the name of comfort. Their chef had made some of Emma's favorite things and she ate greedily. Knowing Killian was safe and not homeless did wonders for her peace of mind. The group made small talk, each trying to think of a way out of Emma's quandary. Killian couldn't get back and she couldn't get to him. It seemed impossible.
"Elsa," Anna said, still chewing on some chicken, "how did you get to Hawaii without anyone knowing?"
Both Elsa and Kristoff went a bit pink. "Anna, I explained this, remember?"
Anna looked a bit hurt. "I still think you should have told me. I can keep a secret."
"It wasn't a secret exactly," Elsa replied. "I just didn't want to draw attention to myself, Anna."
"Aye, with those bloody photographers downstairs, I can't really blame you, love," Will said, brushing Elsa's shoulder sympathetically.
"Okay, so for those of us who missed this little quest," Mary Margaret said, a bit testily, "would anyone care to explain?"
Briefly, Elsa and Kristoff explained how he'd gotten her as far as Los Angeles in the Rangers' plane. It sounded complicated and a bit harrowing, but if her friend could something like that for her...
"So what are you suggesting?" David asked. "We smuggle Emma into England?"
"But how?" Elsa asked. "There's all those paparazzi outside."
Indeed, they had been gathering since the group arrived back in the city; Emma Nolan's shady foreign boyfriend getting deported was quite the story apparently. Emma was disgusted; they were like vultures. But Elsa wasn't wrong. Doing anything covertly was going to take some doing.
"Maybe not England," Kristoff said slowly.
Emma turned to him, a small kernel of hope blooming. "What do you mean?"
Kristoff hand his large hand through his blonde hair. "I'm getting my turn with the Cup soon. I tried to postpone, but it's on a strict schedule. I wanted to take it to my hometown; it's never been to my country before."
Emma grasped the import immediately. "Kristoff, I can't ask you to do that."
Kristoff sat up a bit straighter. "I'm not asking, Emma. I'm offering. If we can get you out of the US, then you should be able to go anywhere you want."
It sounded too good to be true. But what did she have to lose? Well, if caught, they would probably lock her up. And Kristoff. That would be...not good. But it was Killian. She knew that if she could just get to him then everything else would fall into place.
"Actually," Will piped up, more timid than Emma had ever heard him, "I think I might have a less dodgy solution."
"Less dodgy? You?" Emma snarked.
"Aye, I deserved that." Will stood up. "I think I know someone who can help."
"Who?"
Will looked at Elsa, then straightened his shoulders. "Anastasia. She's here. In New York."
Elsa looked stunned. So did Emma. Everyone else just looked confused, since they weren't privy to the complicated history. "What do you mean here? And how can she possibly help?"
"I didn't know," Will said, more to Elsa than anyone else. "I didn't know until the other day, when I caught her on the telly. Bloody well threw me for a loop, I can tell ya that." Will sighed heavily. "My oh so charming ex ran off with some rich bloke some years ago." Emma knew this was for the others' benefit. "Turns out he became one of the senators to this wretched state a couple of years ago."
"Senator Collins' wife?" Elsa cried. "That's Anastasia?"
"Aye." Will suddenly couldn't look Elsa in the eye.
"But I've called Collins' office. Eight times," Emma retorted. "What makes you think this would be different?"
Will's face hardened. "I was thinking of payin' her a visit. I think I could make a fairly persuasive case that she owes me, don't ya think?"
"And she could convince the senator to get the ban lifted so Emma could travel," Mary Margaret said, understanding lighting her face.
"I'm coming with you," Emma said instantly.
"So am I," Elsa said.
"Elsa..." Will began.
"Don't you 'Elsa' me, Will Scarlet," she snapped. "I'm not letting you see that woman alone." Will held up his hands in defeat.
"So when do we do this?"
"Tomorrow," Emma replied. "I'm not wasting anymore time."
True to her word, she, Will and Elsa braved the crowd of paparazzi to hop in a cab to take them to the senator's city residence. Campaign season was in full swing; the senator was scheduled to make a fundraising speech for his colleague that night, with his young wife by his side.
When they got to the highrise, the doorman proved stubborn. Emma slipped him a hundred dollar bill and he let them pass. The security guard wasn't so easy.
"Are you expected?" he said.
"No, but it's imperative we see Mrs. Collins," Elsa said sweetly.
The guard looked skeptical. "I can call up, but if she doesn't want to see you then you'll have to leave." He picked up the receiver and dialed the Collins' penthouse. After a brief clipped conversation, he said, "I understand. I'll let them know, ma'am."
"Oh come on," Emma cried. She couldn't fail now.
Will tapped on the glass. "Tell her Will Scarlet's here to see her."
The guard raised a brow, but did as Will asked. In a moment, his entire demeanor changed. "Yes, ma'am. Right away, Mrs. Collins." He hung up and buzzed them through. "Take the elevator up to the thirty fifth floor. Door's at the end of the hall."
They did as he said; Emma hardly noticed the décor when they got off the elevator. The whole thing seemed to be laid out much like her parents' place. When they got to the door, Will knocked smartly. He was dressed much like he always was, jeans, blue t-shirt, leather jacket. Maybe he was counting on nostalgia to win Anastasia's sympathy.
The maid opened the door and ushered them inside. "Mrs. Collins will be with you shortly."
"So this is what a government's salary gets ya?" Will said derisively, looking around.
"Senator Collins comes from old money," Elsa said. "His good looks and youth overcame that at the polls." Emma had to suppress a laugh. Elsa was right. Liberal New York didn't care, as long as you presented yourself progressive politics.
They waited for nearly twenty minutes, Emma getting more and more agitated. Kristoff's offer was still on the table, but they had a tiny window to make that work. She only wanted to use it as a last resort. It was one thing to put herself in the way of the authorities; it was another for her friends.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," came a melodically accented voice. It was weird to see the woman she'd seen on the news and at events as the same woman who broke her friend's heart. Wait, Will was her friend? After this, how could she consider him anything else? Anastasia was stunning, long blond hair flowing down her back, deep red business suit flattering her curves. But for all her confidence, her eyes gave her away. "Will Scarlet."
Will's face was unreadable. "Ana."
"How did you find me?"
"What, no 'how ya been'?" Will asked, one fist clenching. "It's been a long time, Ana. Ya seem to have done alright for yerself though."
"Yes, I'm very happy," the blonde snapped. "Why are you here? And you never answered my question."
Will's jaw clenched. It reminded Emma a bit of Killian. "He's here for me," Emma spoke up. "We—I—need your help."
Anastasia sneered at her. "Funny, you don't seem like his type."
"Because she's not a bloody harpy?" Will snapped. "Emma's my friend. Now if ya still got some kinda heart in that chest, yer listen to what she has to say. Ya owe me this, Ana."
Anastasia looked from Will to Emma, then her eyes fell to Elsa. "My, my, you've made some very interesting friends, Will."
Elsa's icy blue eyes flared, but she said nothing. She merely took Will's hand. Emma stepped between them, knowing that if this got out of hand, her chance would be shot. And she'd had enough ex-lover drama to last her a lifetime. Briefly, she explained what happened, and how she'd been stonewalled at every turn. Anastasia's face was a mask, but Emma knew she was listening.
"What do you think I can do?"
"Are you daft, woman?" Will said angrily.
"I'm a senator's wife, Will," she reminded him. "And a junior senator at that."
"There has to be something. A favor? I couldn't even get your husband's office to take my calls." Emma was getting desperate.
The door opened behind them. To Emma's shock, Senator Collins himself stepped though the door loosening his tie. Elsa immediately looked at Will but he looked away, his hand tightening around hers. Emma felt so bad for him, forced to see his ex like this, and all on her behalf. If this worked, she would be nicer to him in the future. He was really going out on a limb for her and Killian.
"Ana, dear? What's going on?"
Anastasia was all smiles. Looked a bit fake to Emma, but she dared not say anything. "An old friend stopped by, Tom. He and his friends were just leaving." Emma started to protest, but Anastasia cut her off with a look. "Leave it to me," she mouthed behind her husband's back.
Emma glared. Could she take the woman at her word? She hadn't hesitated to abandon a guy she supposedly loved. Ana's expression turned pleading. Emma nodded once. They said started to say their goodbyes, but the senator stopped them.
"Aren't you Emma Nolan?" he asked. "David Nolan's daughter."
Emma nodded. "Yes, sir."
"How is your father? I was planning on calling him next week about a proposal."
Emma decided to be honest. "A bit frazzled at the moment. He and I have been trying to contact INS about a mistake they made, but we've had no luck."
"A mistake?" Senator Collins, gestured toward the large armchairs. "Come, have a seat. Tell me all about it and we'll see what we can do." The senator seemed oblivious to the lingering tension in the room, listening to Emma's story in detail. He was appalled at what he heard. The one good thing about public officials was that they were eager to help constituents, especially wealthy ones.
"I understand your plight, Miss Nolan." His eyes flickered to Ana. "And I don't doubt for a second that Robert Gold is capable of what you've accused him of. But he is a powerful man. Not many would gainsay him."
"But I'm sure he's probably paid someone off!" Emma cried.
"And I'm sure you're right, but without proof, there isn't much anyone can do."
Elsa spoke up for the first time. "Senator, surely you can get Emma off the no fly list. She's never even had a traffic ticket."
"I can make a few calls. But it may take time. I take it you'd like to leave the country as soon as possible, Miss Nolan?"
"Sooner would be better." She wasn't sure how much longer she could take this ache in her chest.
The senator sat back, pondering. Finally, he said, "The no fly ban is only for commercial flights. Many don't know that. The new ambassador to the UK is flying to London in three days. I can get you on that flight; as an official government flight, your right to fly would not be questioned. Meanwhile, I'll get my staff to work on your dilemma."
"Tom, that is a wonderful suggestion," Anastasia said, smiling. "And very astute." Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Gold's never liked me. Thought I was just a dreaming upstart. If we can bring him down a peg or two, I say that's a win."
"He deserves more than that," Emma said.
The senator smiled. "I don't disagree, but again..."
"We lack proof."
"Precisely."
There has to be some, somewhere, Emma thought. She would find it. And hopefully send Gold and Neal away for a very long time. Not long after, Emma, Elsa and Will said their goodbyes. Emma thanked the senator profusely; she finally had something concrete to hang on to. There was a stiff nod between Anastasia and Will, then she was gone.
When they got in the elevator Emma surprised everyone by hugging Will. "Thanks," she said softly. "I know that wasn't easy."
Will patted her awkwardly on the back. "It was nothing, lass."
"It wasn't and I won't forget it. You do have a heart, Will Scarlet."
Will nodded, still a bit stiff. Surely, seeing Ana again had thrown him. "Ana made her choice and I've made mine," he said, taking Elsa's hand. "And I'll be buggered if I watch my friends get screwed over."
"We're friends now?" Emma teased.
"I won't tell if you won't."
Elsa laughed. "So are you gonna tell Killian the good news?"
Emma bit her lip. "No," she said as they headed out to catch another cab. "I don't want to get his hopes up if something else goes wrong." She hadn't spoken to him since his arrest, since he no longer had a phone.
If her luck had truly changed she'd be in his arms in a few short days.
Killian's trainers hit the pavement in a steady if frustrated rhythm. He'd been stuck in his home country—something he thought with the utmost sarcasm—for over two weeks. And while that didn't seem like a long time, it felt like forever. The sky just wasn't as blue, the air as clean. He hadn't realized how attached he'd gotten to his island home until he was forced from it in cuffs.
Although if he was being really honest with himself, he knew it was Emma he missed. He could still see her face as they took him away, her green eyes heartbroken. He'd been far too worried about her to have a care for himself. He'd spent too many years shifting for himself; he knew he could handle it. Emma, though...if she felt as terrible as he did, his heart broke for her. He missed her so much; his chest ached.
He'd started looking for a job a couple of days ago. He wasn't sure how long he would be here (he couldn't even think about being stuck here forever, it was too awful); while he appreciated Emma's generosity, he needed to work. It would keep his mind off things, at least a little.
He still wasn't sure what to do about his thesis, but he could figure that out later.
Killian dodged a few other runners, sweat pouring down his back. It was a humid, muggy day, but he kept going, wanting the distraction. He'd been doing this exact same run since he settled into the place obtained for him by that Archie bloke, not far from his old neighborhood. That was its own brand of torture.
It didn't help that he saw Emma with every blonde haired lass he passed.
What was he going to do? To be deprived of her so cruelly...in some ways, it was worse than losing Liam and his mother. At least they were at peace. Emma was three thousand miles away, probably suffering from the same kind of agony he was. The thought of her in pain tore at him. He hated it. When Archie told him what happened when Emma tried to come to England, he threw the poor man's inkwell across the room in anger.
How could one man be so cruel?
Killian ran faster, trying not to think. He hadn't been in London in seven years, but he still remembered his way around. Perhaps he knew it a little too well, as his feet carried him to the cemetery. Again. The familiar bronze angels on either side of the gated entrance glowered down at him as he passed. He tried to ignore them, but he got no further than the corner before doubling back, his conscience finally getting the better of him.
He slowed to a walk as he stepped through the gate, plucking his new earbuds out of his ears. Killian shoved the mp3 player into his pocket, the silence and stillness of the place settling over him like a shroud. He moved almost automatically, despite not stepping inside the place in nearly a decade.
The stones looked exactly the same as when he'd last seen them. Liam to the left, his mother to the right. Beloved son and brother, Liam's read. His mother's had a Bible verse on it; Killian hadn't really been paying attention at the time, the weight of suddenly being completely alone in the world bearing down heavily.
Killian knelt down in the grass, plucking away some weeds. He tried not to stare too hard at the stones, but it was difficult. Would they be proud of him? Would they hate him for running away? Sometimes he had trouble remembering Liam's laugh or his mother's smile. He only had a few mementos of them; they, of course, were in his apartment in Hawaii. If he still had an apartment. Killian didn't really know.
"I miss you," Killian said softly. He blinked, trying to pretend it was sweat in his eyes and not tears. "And I miss her."
A lump formed in his throat and he suddenly couldn't stop, hot, angry tears splashing down his cheeks. He buried his face in his hands, ashamed at his breakdown. Sobs wracked his shoulders, the feeling of being alone once more finally breaking through his control. He was so close to being happy, to having the life he'd only dreamed about and it had been taken away. It was his worst nightmare come to life.
Worse, he didn't see a way out.
He wound up on his ass at some point, leaning heavily against his mother's stone. He was tired and lonely and scared, though he'd never admit it out loud. Emma was the only one who saw through all his bravado and charm; she was the only person he felt safe with. And now he'd lost her. Possibly for good.
What was he supposed to do now?
Get off his ass for a start. Emotions locked down once more, Killian got up, brushed off his legs. Then he gave the stones one final glance and turned away. He needed to put the past behind him. When he got back to his temporary flat, he'd start job hunting once again. Then he'd call Dr. Teach and see if it was still possible for him to finish his degree, even out of the country. Perhaps there were some places in Britain looking for a marine biologist. Or he could go somewhere else. He didn't really care anymore.
Killian walked back to his flat, not in any hurry despite his new plans. He knew there was something a new job or a change of scenery couldn't fix. They couldn't bring Emma back. And he could never ask her to give up her home for him. That was unfair. This was his fault. He should have left her alone.
But did he really want to live in a world where he didn't know her? Not know how she felt in his arms, the sound of her laugh, the brightness of her smile? Of course, if they hadn't met then he wouldn't know to miss her, right?
Somehow Killian doubted that was true. Somehow he'd know. He'd been missing her for years, they simply hadn't met yet.
He trudged up the stairs—the building was old and didn't have an elevator—wiping sweat from his brow. A nice shower and a change of clothes. That's what he needed. Forget about all the misery and drudgery and start fresh.
Killian stopped dead in his tracks, turning the corner of the hall. There was a lump with blonde hair curled up in front of his door. At least Killian was fairly certain it was his. Almost too scared to hope, Killian crept closer, hardly daring to breathe.
"Emma?" God, he didn't know what he would do if the world was playing a joke on him. When the lump didn't stir, Killian knelt down beside it, gently shaking a shoulder. "Swan?"
There was a grunt, then the lump stirred, inelegantly raising its—her—head. He could have sworn his heart stopped in the second it took for her to fully open her eyes and look at him. "Killian?"
She had circles under her eyes, no make up, her hair was a mess, and her business suit rumpled and disheveled, but she was by far the most glorious creature he'd ever seen. "Aye, love. It's me."
A huge grin split her face and she tackled him, capturing him in a full body hug. "Killian!" she screeched happily.
A laugh bubbled up in his throat as he held onto her for dear life, burying his nose in her hair. The familiar scent of sunflowers assaulted his nose and he thought his heart would burst. "How?" he asked, voice muffled by her hair. "How are you here?"
He was surprised when she shuddered, even more surprised when he got a look at her face, wet with tears. "Emma?" She was happy to see him, wasn't she?
"Sorry, sorry," she mumbled, wiping at her cheeks. "I didn't mean to cry."
Killian cradled her face. "Happy tears?"
Emma sniffed and nodded. "Yeah."
As she stared down at him, he knew explanations could wait. "This might sound daft, but I'd really like to kiss you now."
"You know you never have to ask."
"Just making sure it's really you, Swan," he joked. He cradled the back of her head and brought her lips to his. He could feel it all the way to his toes; she melted into him, mouths fused together. The pure joy of holding her again made his skin tingle and spark. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, and Emma opened for him eagerly, hands fisted in his shirt.
Surely, this was what heaven felt like.
Eventually they had to come up for air; they were still in the hallway, sprawled on the floor. He didn't want to move—he could feel every bit of her pressed against him—but they really, really should. Killian combed his fingers through her hair, the tresses not quite as soft as he remembered. "Swan, not that I'm complaining, but perhaps we could continue this inside?"
Emma had already leaned into his touch, almost cat like, but nodded. "Okay."
She started to move, but Killian stopped her. "I didn't say you had to move, love." He picked her up, her laugh bright and happy, clinging to his neck. She wound her legs around his waist as he fumbled with his key, taking far too long to get the door open. Once he did, he kicked her bag just inside then followed, shutting the door firmly and locking it.
Emma was already kissing him, lips sliding over his scruff, fingers teasing the hair at the nape of his neck. He knew they should talk, but god, he missed her so much. Missed waking up with her, stealing kisses whenever the fancy took him, listening to her babble about her day. Most of all he missed how it felt to hold her, to show her just how much he adored her.
"Swan?" he asked. It was only a half hearted protest.
"I need you, Killian. I missed you so much."
His resolve to talk flickered and died, kissing her again. Killian kicked off his shoes, marching them toward the tiny bedroom. Emma remained wrapped around him, kissing and licking his neck, not caring in the slightest that he was sweaty. He dropped her on the bed with a bounce; it was barely full size and lumpy, but it would do. Socks yanked off, then he was on top of her, kissing her for all he was worth.
Emma moaned, his shirt bunching in her fingers. He pulled away long enough to pull the offending cloth over his head, then started on hers, fingers fumbling with buttons.
"Tear it," Emma demanded, her back arching. "Get it off."
Killian growled dangerously, the sight of her already begging going directly to his cock. He took each side of the shirt in his hands and yanked, buttons flying every which way. Some of the cloth tore too, but that only made him burn hotter. He threw the ruined shirt aside, hands curling under her back, pulling her chest toward his greedy lips. He pulled the cups down with his teeth, nipping at one of the puckered peaks.
Emma mewled, hips grinding wantonly. Killian sat up abruptly, pulling her into his lap so she was straddling him. A practiced flick of his wrist and the bra came free, also tossed to the floor. He feasted on her in earnest, hands and mouth teasing her breasts. Her skin flushed the prettiest pink as she threw her head back, back bowing.
Killian slid one hand down her stomach, yanking her slacks open and shoving his hand down. She was hot and slick; fuck, he'd missed how wet she got for him. Emma cried out as he circled her clit, rocking her hips. "Oh god, right there," she panted. "So good, Killian."
He pressed harder, relishing her deep moan. "I never want to let you go," he breathed, kissing the valley between her breasts.
Emma bucked her hips into his hand. "I'm right here. Right here." She let go of his forearms long enough to bring his lips back to hers, kissing him hard. "I'm never leaving you again." She lifted her hips and impaled herself on his fingers, moaning. Emma clung to his neck and rode his fingers, body shuddering as she found her release. Her walls were still fluttering, but he pulled his hand away, shoving her onto her back.
Emma bit her lip, watching him with hooded eyes. Seeing her get herself off like that shredded what remained of his sanity. He wanted to bury himself inside her over and over again until she screamed his name. Her slacks and panties were gone in a flash, then his. He settled between her thighs, running the length of his cock over her wet sensitive cunt; Emma shivered.
"This won't be gentle," he warned, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder.
Emma ground her hips up, hand drifting down to his weeping cock, stroking him as he teased her. "Don't care," she declared, her voice low and husky. "I just need you in me. Now."
Killian reared back, letting her guide him, then thrust forward, taking her hard.
"Yes!" Emma cried.
Christ, she was so tight, but so slick from her first orgasm that he slid right in, all the way to the hilt. As he promised, he wasn't gentle, couldn't have been if his life depended on it, so desperate was he to have her after believing he'd never get to have her again. He pressed her leg back toward her chest, kissing her, wet sloppy kisses, the sound out slapping skin and hungry kisses filling the small room. Emma clawed at his shoulders, her body beginning to tremble.
"Come for me, Emma," he panted, not slowing down. "Want to feel it."
"Killian!" she screamed, as she exploded under him, walls gripping him hard. His hips stuttered once, twice, then he was there too, coming with a hoarse shout. His whole body was suffused in bliss, every nerve firing as he struggled to catch his breath.
They sank down into the mattress, Killian rolling off so he didn't crush her. He didn't let her get far, drawing her into his side, lips brushing her damp forehead. "I love you," he breathed.
Emma hummed lazily. "Love you."
They might have dozed; Killian wasn't sure. He knew that he hadn't been sleeping well and if the dark circles were any indication, Emma hadn't been either. All he knew was the feel of her in his arms, in his bed.
The shadows were lower on the walls when he heard her stomach growling. "Swan?" he asked, hand skimming her side. "Wake up, love."
Emma stirred, blinking up at him. "Hmmm?"
"Sounds like you're hungry."
Emma wiped at her eyes. "Maybe I am. A little."
"How about I order us something, then you can tell me how you're here with me."
Emma smiled faintly. "Just don't go far, okay?"
"You'll be able to see me the whole time. I promise." He imagined it would take some time before they were comfortable being away from each other. Even for a little while. Killian kissed her again, then got up, heading for the portable phone. He'd avoided getting a new mobile, part of him still hoping he would get to go home. He ordered a few things from the Indian place down the street and returned to the bed, gathering Emma in his arms. "See? It's like I never left."
He soon realized that was the wrong thing to say, as Emma's grip on him tightened. "Oh, love. I'm sorry."
"No, it's not you. I'm just being silly."
"Emma, you are not silly. After what we've been through, I think we've earned this."
She kissed his chest. "I never even asked. Are you okay? They didn't hurt you?"
He smiled. "I'm fine. Much better now that I'm holding you again."
Emma snuggled even closer. "I missed you. I've never missed anyone that much."
"I shall take that as a compliment, even though I hate that I caused you distress."
"Killian, this wasn't your fault. It's Neal's fault and Gold's."
Killian grimaced. "Can we not talk about them when we're in bed like this?"
"Sounds good to me." Emma leaned up and kissed him, letting it linger. "Better?"
"Much." He brushed a lock of hair back. "So are you going to explain how you got here or am I to live in suspense?"
"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you."
"I'd still like to hear it."
"Well, it was mostly due to Will," she began. Killian couldn't hide his astonishment as she told him the tale. Visiting that wretched woman, Anastasia. Using Elsa as a decoy to throw off the paparazzi. Emma herself going out a back entrance and into a cab. Getting waved through as part of the senator's entourage to the government plane, the long flight to Heathrow.
"Once we landed, I got Archie to bring me here. I hope you don't mind."
"Love, finding you on my doorstep might have been the happiest moment of my life."
Emma blushed, but looked just as happy as he felt. She crawled up his body, lips slanting over his. He kissed her back fervently, hands sliding over her skin. She was just as soft and warm as he remembered, soft moans tumbling from her lips. His hands kneaded her ass as she straddled him, desire rising again.
Until there was a sharp knock on his door.
Killian groaned, bitterly disappointed to be interrupted. He slid Emma off him, leaning down to grab his boxers and wallet. There was another knock and Killian hurried to slip the boxers on, heading out to get it. He paid the delivery boy a bit extra, then practically slammed the door in his face. He got some utensils out of his barely stocked kitchen and went back to the bedroom. He didn't want Emma leaving the bed any time soon.
"Hmm, smells delicious," she said, smiling up at him.
"I got a little bit of everything," he said, a bit sheepish. God, she was gorgeous, naked and pale against his dark sheets.
"I love Indian food."
"You do love a little spice in life, don't you, Swan?" he asked, arranging the cartons around them.
"Must be why I fell in love with you," she replied, kissing his cheek.
They probably shouldn't have eaten in bed, but hopefully they wouldn't be in this place long. He didn't know what would happen now; indeed, he was too thrilled at having Emma back that he didn't want to think about it. As they ate, he asked after their friends, marveling at all that had gone on in the brief time he'd been gone.
"Robin's watching all of your stuff," Emma informed him. "And looking after the Jolly."
"That's nice of him."
"Well, he needed something to do since he quit."
"He what?"
"Robin and Will quit right after they took you," Emma said seriously. "Robin said he didn't want to work for someone who betrayed his friends."
"That idiot," Killian cursed. "He's got a son!"
"Killian, he's not looking after the Jolly for free," she explained. "He's officially on the payroll until he gets on his feet."
Killian wanted to hug her, but his hands were covered in curry. "You are incredible and generous, my love. Thank you."
"Hey, he's my friend too," she said. "I wasn't going to let them starve. Just like you."
"I still can't believe you managed all this."
"I can't believe you picked this of all the places you could have had."
Killian shrugged. "You know me, Swan. I couldn't take advantage of your goodness. This was more than enough until I got a job of my own."
Emma frowned. "You were looking for a job?"
"Aye. I hate just sitting around. And I didn't know when—or if—I'd ever get home. Thought it best to have a back up plan."
"Oh. That makes sense, I guess."
"It had nothing to do with you, Emma. I wanted a job for me. I like being self sufficient." She looked relieved. Killian kissed her shoulder. "Am I forgiven?"
"Nothing to forgive." Together, they cleaned up the cartons putting the leftovers into the fridge. Killian slipped off his boxers before returning to bed, needing the feel of them naked together. It had been too long. He could tell Emma, for all her amorous intentions earlier, was fading fast. She'd been traveling for the better part of two days.
"Sleep, lass," he murmured. "I'll be here when you wake."
Emma wasn't surprised that they spent her first couple of days in London in Killian's lumpy bed. After so long apart, it felt like learning each other all over again. It was simple and passionate and loving. It felt like home.
But after three days of takeout, Killian declared they were going out.
Emma hadn't brought much in the way of clothes—her clandestine trip as necessitated she kept her luggage to a minimum—but she had brought a sundress or two. Killian teased that she'd brought good weather with her; indeed, since she'd arrived the weather had been perfect, not that they'd gotten out to enjoy it. She knew they needed to talk, but she selfishly wanted to bask in having him back with her for a little while longer.
"I hope you brought a bathing suit," Killian said as he tugged one of his new shirts over his head.
"Why? Are we swimming?"
"Perhaps," was all he would say. He wouldn't tell her where they were going either. She had to admit, she kinda enjoyed the mysteriousness of it. It reminded her of their first dates.
"Okay." She dug in her suitcase and found a couple of options, none of which she could remember putting in there. Elsa's doing, most likely. She'd send her a quick text of thanks later. Emma had been so worried about getting out that she hadn't paid much attention to her wardrobe. She put on a black bikini—which covered a bit more of her than the red or blue ones, but not by much—and slipped on a sundress over it.
"We'll have to stop and get a few things," he said as they left the tiny apartment—or flat as Killian called it. "That okay?"
"Sure. I still don't know where we're going though."
"Just stay with me and you'll be fine," he countered with a wink.
More than fine with Emma, since she didn't plan on letting him out of her sight any time soon. She thought they'd take a cab, but instead they walked for a few blocks, picking up the necessities from a shop. Killian stuffed them in his back pack, then led her to the nearby Tube station. They had to stand in the car, but Emma didn't mind, since it meant she got wrap her arms around his waist. They got a few knowing smiles, one gray haired lady even winking at her. Emma laughed quietly; they were young and in love, why not flaunt it?
It wasn't until they got off that she saw where they were going. "Hyde Park?"
Killian nodded. "I thought a day outdoors might be nice."
"I like the way you think." She took his hand as they left the Tube station and marched toward the huge arched entrance, the Queen Elizabeth Gate. It reminded her a bit of Central Park, but this was obviously far older.
"So what would you like to do first, Swan?"
"Maybe we could just walk around for a bit? I've never been here before."
"As you wish." He offered her his arm and they set off, just strolling, taking in the sights. Emma snapped a few pictures of some of the statues and fountains; Killian making funny faces in a few of them. She really liked the Boy and Dolphin Fountain, so she took a selfie of them in front of it. The park was pretty busy—it was a Saturday afternoon—the trees cut down on heat and humidity a bit.
They strolled along the Serpentine hand in hand and Emma finally understood what Killian had meant about swimming. There was a swimming area on the far side; it looked cool and inviting with adults and kids splashing in the water.
Killian caught her gaze. "What'd you think, love? A bite to eat then some swimming?"
She nudged him playfully with her shoulder. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get me naked," she teased.
"Love, if I wanted that, then we'd have never left the bed." His blue eyes roamed over her. "I must say I do like this dress though."
"Wait til you see what's under it." She smirked at him, then tugged on his hand. "Come on, I'm starving!"
They walked over the bridge to the far side of the lake, Emma pausing for some more photos. She was getting pretty hungry, but who knew when they'd be here again? If this forced separation had done anything, it had convinced her to never take a moment with him for granted.
They got in line at the Lido Bar & Cafe, Emma ordering a grilled chicken salad and Killian some fish and chips. He convinced Emma to try some more English beer, which she was a bit skeptical about, but went along with anyway. After paying, they managed to snag a table outside, complete with umbrella.
"Almost feels like home," Killian said, pulling his chair around so he sat next to her rather than across. They could watch the activity on the lake, all the swimmers and small boats.
Emma bit her lip; it was the thing they hadn't really talked about. How to go about getting him back to the United States. She'd stay with him wherever, but they had a home and she wanted to get back there.
"Swan?"
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing, love. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
"I was just thinking about how we're going to get home."
"Ah." He took a sip of his beer, looking thoughtful.
Emma picked at her salad. "I was on the phone every day," she said, sounding a bit defeated. The run around she'd gotten had nearly driven her mad. "First, I tried to get the deportation order revoked. Then I wanted to just get here. Gold's got so many public officials under his thumb, no one wanted anything to do with me. If it wasn't for Will, I might still be stuck in New York."
Killian covered her hand with his. "I'm so sorry, Emma."
"We have to find a way to bring him down," she said vehemently. "Once and for all."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"Killian, he tried to ruin our lives. He had you deported for no reason. Jail's too good for him, but I'd take it at this point."
"A little bit of revenge? So unlike you, love."
"That a problem?"
Killian shook his head. "Absolutely not. But we have to get home first."
"Any ideas?"
"No good ones, I'm afraid."
Emma sighed. "There has to be something." They ate quietly for a while, suddenly her salad didn't have much taste. She was still an American citizen. That had to count for something, right? Gold wasn't all powerful, whatever his delusions. What did they do in the movies when something like this happened?
Emma's eyes widened and she dropped her fork. Holy shit. Holy shit. Why hadn't she thought of it before? It was so obvious.
"Swan?"
"We could get married."
Killian blinked. "Come again, love?"
"I said, we could get married."
"And...?"
"Think about it. I'm an American citizen. If we got married, then you would be too. Then we could go wherever we want!"
"Emma, I'm not quite sure it works that way."
"Sure it does. People do it all the time!"
"On the telly, perhaps. But we're in England."
Emma frowned. "Don't you want to marry me?" She honestly hadn't given it much thought, perhaps she merely assumed it was a matter of time. They were happy as they were, but she didn't intend on ever being without him.
"I didn't say that, love."
"Then what?" she demanded.
"I don't want to be something you regret, Emma," he said seriously. "And truthfully, I had imagined this a very different way."
"But you have thought about it."
"I'm in love with you, of course I thought about it."
"I'm in love with you too," Emma replied, still a bit confused. And honestly, a bit hurt. "So what's the problem?"
"Love, we've only been together for three months."
"So? Do you think I don't know what I want?"
"As I said..."
"You don't want to be something I regret. Yeah, I heard you." She threaded their fingers together. "I could never regret anything about us, Killian. I love you. The last couple of weeks have been torture. Could I go back to who I was before I met you? Probably. Do I want to? No. We were making plans to live together before all this happened. All I want to do is make it so that nothing can separate us again. Do you understand?"
She rarely said what she was feeling in so many words, but this was important. He was important. She loved him. Would always love him. It may be rushed, but she didn't see a reason to wait.
Killian stared down at her in awe. "You are utterly mad, but god, I love you for it." He kissed her hard. "In that case, yes. I will marry you."
Emma's cheeks hurt from smiling so much. There were probably some hoops for them to jump through, but now that they had a plan, it felt like an enormous weight had been lifted. Somehow, she'd get to keep him.
They spent the rest of the afternoon swimming. They played their own little private game of tag in the water, spluttering and splashing. There were too many other people for them to get too intimate, but that didn't mean Killian didn't try to take some liberties. In truth, it was difficult for them to keep their hands (and other parts) to themselves.
They'd just gotten engaged, why shouldn't they celebrate?
When they got out of the water, they stretched out on the towels Killian had bought for them, reapplying sunscreen. Emma had to ignore the pull in her gut; the feel of his hands on her skin making her crazy.
"I can't wait to get you home," Killian murmured, hand skimming over her stomach.
"How big's your shower?" Emma asked with a grin.
His blue eyes darkened. "Big enough." His hand moved over her hip and down the curve of her ass. Emma had to suppress a shiver. "So many things I want to do to you, lass." He kneaded her ass cheek discretely. "What do you think, love?"
Emma licked her lips "You know me, up for anything," she said in a low voice. She bent her legs closer to her chest—it looked rather innocent since she was laying on her side—to give him better access. "As long as I'm with you." He allowed her to be herself in every way.
Killian fiddled with the tie on her bikini bottoms, his fingers sliding under the material. Emma inhaled sharply, her stomach trembling a little. "God, I missed you so much, Emma," he rumbled in her ear. He kissed the spot just below her ear, making her shiver. "I think it's time to go, don't you?"
Emma nodded silently, not really wanting to break the moment, but knowing if they didn't they could get into some serious trouble. Her bikini wasn't quite dry, but that was okay. Reluctantly, they broke apart, Emma fishing in the backpack for her dress. She slipped it on while Killian cleaned up their things, replacing his t-shirt. He was losing that as soon as they got back to his flat.
They smiled at each other like a couple of besotted teenagers, holding hands as they wove through the other pedestrians moving toward the Tube station. She hoped they never lost this, the pure joy of being around each other. Killian held her close when they got on the crowded train, back toward a corner. His large hands fell to her hips, thumbs rubbing her back, making her breathing hitch. Emma wiggled her hips against him, just to torment him, pleased to hear his soft groan in her ear.
"Swan..." he whispered.
"You started it," she reminded him. She was sure her skin was flushed and not from the sun. Just being close to him was enough to make her heart beat a little bit faster.
"Going out today was a terrible idea," he muttered.
Emma laughed. "If we hadn't, we might not be engaged right now."
Killian's hands tightened around her middle. "Hmm, I do like the sound of that."
"Me too." She wanted to turn around and kiss him, but didn't dare.
"You don't have a ring though."
She shrugged. "It's okay."
"No, it bloody well isn't." He said it with such vehemence that she did turn around, a bit.
"Honestly, it's okay. We'll have the ones that matter."
Killian's blue eyes were sad. "Are you sure?"
"Very. I just want you, Killian."
She thought for a second he might cry, but instead he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "I do too, Emma. More than I can say."
"Guess you'll just have to show me, huh?"
A smirk lit up his face. "Sure you can handle it, Swan?"
"Bring. It. On."
Their stop couldn't come soon enough. When they did finally exit the Tube, they hurried as quickly as they dared down the few blocks to his flat. Up the stairs and through the door, Killian had her pressed back against it in a flash. His mouth was hot and insistent on hers, kissing her senseless. All she could do was feel, every other coherent thought flying out of her head.
"Shower," she managed to pant when they came up for air.
Killian nodded absently, fingers threaded through her hair. He ground his hips into hers; she could feel him, already heavy and hard, against her stomach. "Mine," he growled.
"Yes," she agreed, hands sliding up under his shirt. They needed to move; she wanted to feel their naked wet skin sliding against each other. She found the lobe of his ear and and bit down, knowing it would make him crazy.
Killian cursed and jerked them away from the door, pushing her toward the tiny bathroom. She saw him toss his backpack on the bed as he followed, already stripping off his shirt. Emma just barely had enough time to turn on the water in the shower before he was on her again, kissing her deeply and pulling at the straps of her sundress. It fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric and he turned her to face the mirror over the vanity. Emma watched in fascination as he swept her damp hair to one side and kissed along her shoulder, his fingers untying the top of her bikini. The scrap of cloth fell away; Emma sucked in a ragged breath as Killian's hands skimmed up her flat stomach and teased the underside of her breasts.
"I want you to let go for me, love. Just let me take care of you," he murmured into her skin, eyes locked on hers in the mirror, the blue dark and stormy.
Emma's back arched as he palmed each breast, fondling and squeezing. A flood of heat washed through her, pooling low in her belly. She squirmed, grinding her ass back against his cock. She moaned, biting her lip. "What are you going to do?"
"That, my love, would be telling." He smirked at her, bringing the aching points of her nipples between his index finger and thumb. He twisted and plucked; Emma had to hold on to the sink to stay upright. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but Killian shoved his knee between them. "Ah, ah, Swan."
Emma glared at him in the mirror. "Killian..."
He reached down to pull the ties, letting the last bit of cloth covering her fall to the floor. His fingers danced over her bare mound, then glided through her folds. It felt like heaven. "That better, love?"
"Yes," she breathed, shivers running down her spine.
"Look at yourself, Emma," he ordered softly. "Flushed and desperate for my touch."
Emma looked; her pupils were blown wide, her mouth slightly open, skin a deep pink. Her chest heaved, the nipples hard and swollen as she rolled her hips lightly over his fingers. She found his eyes, filled with desire that matched her own. He tapped her swollen clit and she gasped.
"Watch yourself come," he said. "But you won't get another until I say. Are we clear?"
If she knew him at all, he was going to torture her, make her dizzy with want, but she was far too curious to gainsay him. She nodded, bracing herself more firmly on the counter. Killian kissed her shoulder, looking pleased. His fingers danced over her clit, making her whimper and moan.
"Eyes up, Swan."
She forced herself to look into the mirror, to watch as he manipulated her body. One hand fondled her breast, the other teased her clit, sliding through her slick flesh. He worked her up slowly, so fucking slow, until her arms were trembling from holding herself up. She was on the verge of begging for release, for mercy, for something, when three long fingers slid inside her, curling perfectly into her g spot. Emma shattered almost instantly, struggling to keep her eyes open, to watch herself as she fell.
Killian brought her down slowly, muttering words of praise into her skin. She finally let her eyes fall closed, skin still tingling from her high. Once he was sure she could stand (with some help from the sink), Killian let her go and went to check the shower. Steam had filled the cramped space; Emma thought for sure the water must be cold. But Killian adjusted it and slid his trunks off before reaching for her. She came willingly, letting him help her into the shower.
It was small, probably too small for the both of them, but they made due. Emma sighed as the warm water sluiced over her skin, easing her tight muscles. Killian chuckled, stealing a brief kiss, before finding the shower gel. He shared some with her, then got a dollop in his own palm. Oh, this was what she had wanted, them wet and soapy, hands all over each other. Emma didn't hesitate, lathering up her hands and skimming them over his firm chest. Killian did the same, starting on her back, sliding and stoking. Already, Emma could feel desire pool at the apex of her thighs. She drew him down for a kiss, wet and sloppy, Killian growled, his hands squeezing her ass firmly.
Emma moaned into his mouth, soapy fingers tightening in his hair. "Oh god," she breathed.
"You are so perfect, love," Killian muttered, molding his hands to her curves.
Emma pressed him back into the wall of the shower, drinking in the sight of him covered in water and suds, his thick cock resting against his stomach. Emma reached out to touch it; Killian hissed, hips rocking up off the tile. She stroked him, sharp firm strokes, until he cried out. He had to stop her, jerking her hand away with a gasp.
"Not until I'm in you," he panted. He maneuvered them back under the spray, washing off the remaining soap. He kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth, blindly reaching for the faucet. The water shut off abruptly and somehow they managed to get out of the stall without falling. Killian dried her with a towel, pausing occasionally to lick and nip at her skin.
"I'm going to get dirty again," she said, not caring in the slightest.
"That's the idea," Killian replied with a sly grin. A few swipes of the towel for himself, then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Emma pulled him down with her, kissing and nipping at his lips. Killian rolled her over so she was flat on her stomach, kissing down her spine. She shivered, clinging to the sheet. As he fondled her ass, she figured out what his intention was.
"Oh," she breathed, grinding her hips into the mattress.
"May I?"
Warmth flooded her, her skin burning. "Yes."
Killian gently spread her legs; Emma hissed as the slightly cooler air hit her sensitive skin. He snatched a pillow and stuffed it under her hips, propping her up. Then his mouth was on her, licking the length of her slit, Emma mewling in pleasure. She felt his tongue tease her puckered hole; she tensed, but soon relaxed, Killian rubbing soothing circles into her lower back. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her. This was still so new for them, but she loved it.
There was the sound of a zipper and the twisting of a cap—everything was heightened with her eyes closed—then a cool slickness between her spread cheeks. Killian slowly teased her, his fingers working her open. His other hand rubbed her clit, helping her relax and enjoy it even more.
"That feel good, love?" he asked. His voice was rough with desire. He needed her, badly.
"Ooooh, yes," she hissed, pushing back a little. His fingers slid deeper and she sighed. She wanted him to stretch her, to feel it deep within her.
"Bloody hell," Killian cursed. "Fuck, I love you."
She was surprised when he rolled her over, panting as she tried once more to get her bearings. Killian loomed over her, sliding a condom over his length. He primed her with a bit more lube, pulling her to the edge of the mattress.
"I want to see your face," he said, by way of explanation. Emma shivered, nodding. She steadied her breathing, waiting for him to push into her. It was even easier this time, only a brief dull ache as the tip of his cock slid into her hole. Emma bit her lip, reaching for and finding Killian's hand, threading their fingers together. He squeezed reassuringly, a deep moan tearing from his throat. "Fuck."
He took her slowly, sliding a bit deeper each time. Emma brought her free hand to her cunt, sliding through the hot wet folds. Her back arched, a swell of pleasure rushing through her veins. "Oh fuck yes," she breathed.
"I love seeing you touch yourself," Killian bit out, still moving slowly. "So hot, Swan."
"Christ, faster," she pleaded, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
Killian brought her ankle to his lips and kissed it, teeth scraping over the skin. He was quivering, still not wanting to hurt her, but she was too tight, too hot, it felt like he was going to burst. At her command, he increased his pace, spreading her legs wide. Emma cried out; his need for her sending her even higher. She plunged two fingers into her cunt; it felt like she was on fire, hurtling toward an explosion. Killian cursed and grunted, almost out of control now.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Emma screamed, her orgasm slamming into her, walls clenching around her fingers. The pleasure was almost too much; her vision going fuzzy around the edges as she clung to consciousness. Killian fell almost immediately, her name on his lips.
Breathing ragged and rough, heart hammering against her ribs, she felt pleasantly used and boneless. She made a tiny whimper of loss when Killian slipped from her, pressing a kiss to her stomach. They were both drenched in sweat, dirty again, just as Killian promised. She didn't utter a word as Killian cleaned her up, shivering as he washed her swollen flesh.
Task accomplished, he crawled into the bed with her, easing her into his arms. "Tired, love?"
Emma smiled weakly. "A little. I think you wore me out."
"You were amazing."
"So were you." But she definitely needed a nap, then some food.
Killian kissed the crown of her head and started to hum softly, stroking her back. She recognized the tune as the one he'd sung for her in Honolulu and it brought a smile to her lips. She snuggled deeper into his arms and was asleep in minutes.
They took a cab to Nolan Tech's London office. Killian nervously drummed his fingers on his knee, wondering what people's reaction to their decision would be. He still couldn't believe it himself, that Emma had suggested they marry. He wanted that, he did, but he had pictured it several years down the road once they were settled in their careers. He'd had more than a few late night fantasies of a fancy dinner, him down on one knee, asking for her hand. A bit old fashioned perhaps, but she brought out those instincts. And a lot of others, he thought, remembering the day before.
He loved her with an intensity that scared him, but he knew she was the same. They were better together.
Emma took his hand in the cab, offering him a smile. "It's gonna be okay."
"I'm not nervous, Swan," he lied.
"Sure you're not." She leaned in close to his ear. "I love you and nothing that happens today will change that, okay?"
"Your father can't murder me from three thousand miles away."
"Killian, we're telling them we want to get married, not that I'm knocked up."
"Yet."
Emma looked at him in surprise. "Wow, you've given some of this stuff a lot of thought."
His eyes drifted over her, embarrassed to be imagining her carrying his child. "I know we haven't talked about it, Emma."
"We haven't talked about a lot of things."
"Do you think we should?"
She looked thoughtful. "We love each other. We were already planning on moving in together. I guess I just thought the marriage and kids thing would take care of itself."
"Do you want...?"
She put a finger to his lips. "Yes, I want to marry you. And yes, at some point, kids can be a thing."
"A thing?" he asked, one brow raised in amusement.
"Do you want them now?"
He squeezed her hand. "No, I am content to wait. I don't think I'm quite ready to share you yet."
Emma grinned. "Listen, I know we've kinda blitzed through...stuff. But I'm sure about you, us. I can't imagine my life without you. And I don't want to."
"It's certainly been an adventure, Swan." He was sure there were still things they would need to sort out, but this was a good start.
When they arrived, Killian led them to Archie's office. He'd spent far more time there than he ever wanted. Hopefully, this would be the last time. His secretary ushered them through.
"Miss Nolan, Mr. Jones, it's good to see you," Archie said, shaking their hands. "Please, have a seat." After they sat, he grinned that toothy grin that Killian hated. "So what can I do for you?"
Emma took a deep breath; Killian squeezed her hand. "We want to get married," she said.
Archie blinked. "Why?"
"Why does anyone get married?" Killian retorted.
Emma soothed him. "Has there been any word from the senator on Killian's case?"
Archie frowned. "I spoke to your father on that yesterday, there was no news."
"Can you ask him again?"
Archie glanced at the clock. "It's early there, but I can call. Would you like to sit in?"
"Please."
Archie still looked skeptical, but dialed. It took a few tense moments for the call to go through. "Hello?" David sounded groggy, Killian hoped they hadn't woken him.
"Mr. Nolan, it's Archie in the London office. I'm here with your daughter and Mr. Jones."
"Emma?" David said, sounding a bit more alert. "How is everything?"
"We're good," she replied. "Listen, is Mom around?"
"She's right here." They listened as he switched his phone to speaker as well. "It's Emma and Killian, honey."
"Morning," Mary Margaret said. She sounded a bit more awake than her husband. "Is everything okay?"
"We're fine," Emma repeated. "But we, uh, wanted to discuss something."
"Okay, shoot."
Briefly, they talked about the senator and his efforts on Killian's behalf. "He's still working on it, sweetheart," David said. "Don't give up just yet."
"I wasn't planning to," she snapped. "But I think we might have another way."
"What's that?"
Emma exchanged a looked with Killian. He nodded. "We want to get married."
There was silence on the other end of the line. It was just beginning to get uncomfortable when Mary Margaret said, "Don't you think that's a bit rash?"
Emma rolled her eyes. "I know you probably think it's crazy, but if we get married then that makes Killian a citizen and we can come home."
"Well, not exactly," Archie piped up. But before Emma could argue he raised his hands in defeat. "But yes, you both would be able to legally enter the United States."
"See? It's simple," Emma said.
"But Emma," David began, "marriage is a huge step."
"This was her idea, mate," Killian put in. "I was just as stunned as you are."
"But you think you're ready?" David snapped.
He's just a father trying to protect his little girl, Killian reminded himself. "I had intended to wait," he admitted. "But I always wanted to spend my life with her, David."
Emma looked at him, surprised. "You did?"
"You belong with me, remember, lass?"
She smiled, making his heart skip a beat. God, he adored her smile. "Yeah, I remember."
"There's still one problem," Archie interjected.
"What's that?"
"For someone outside the UK to marry a British citizen, you need to have a visa. Before you travel."
Killian's heart sank when he saw Emma sag. "Oh." Coming as she did, it was clear she didn't have one. What could they do now?
"Isn't there anything we can do?" To Killian astonishment, it was Mary Margaret who asked.
David instantly started to argue. "Honey, you can't be serious."
"They're us," Emma's mother said emphatically. "Did we wait?"
"Well, no, but that's different."
"You only think that because it's Emma."
Killian exchanged a look with Emma as her parents continued to bicker. Emma laughed silently, mirth filling her green eyes. Might this be them in a couple of decades?
At length the argument died down. David still didn't sound happy, more like resigned. "So how do we do this?"
Archie looked from Killian to Emma. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Emma nodded. "We're sure."
"Okay. I can't promise anything, but I have a contact in the government who owes me a favor. I can call it in, see if they can expedite the application and backdate it."
"For a price, I'm assuming?" David asked.
Archie looked uncomfortable. "I would imagine so. The visa itself is expensive."
"I don't care," Emma said. "I don't want to wait for Collins to cut through whatever red tape Gold's constructed. We have to get back. Killian needs to finish his thesis. And I have the company."
"Love..." Killian started.
"Do you want to go home?"
"Aye."
"Then I say we try. It can't be any worse than we are now."
"Aye, we can try."
The rest of the conversation was brief. According to Archie, they'd know in a few days. All they could do now was hope.