Chapter Title: Changes

Title: lessons

AUTHOR: obisgirl
Rating: nc-17
Characters: Killian/Emma

Summary: Fairytale land – AU. Emma is a princess on the verge of becoming a woman but wants more out of life than what her parents can give her, so she makes a wish to be swept away which translates into being kidnapped and sold at a slave auction to one Captain Killian Jones.

A/N: The Evil Queen's curse never happened. Beta'd by zeldabel.

Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are property of Disney and Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. This fanfic is for pure entertainment.

Killian doesn't wish to disturb Emma twice in one day but he does feel the need to counsel himself, so he secludes himself in his cabin, hoping a good night's sleep is all he needs to forget his feelings for her. If she is truly determined to leave, he won't stop her but he would hate to let her go.

Falling for Emma was not a part of the plan but he has – hard and now, he has to deal with it.

The original plan was supposed to be simple, kidnap the princess and negotiate with her parents for her release and hope that they would pay whatever he wished for in return. A simple extortion plan but quickly became complicated as soon as Emma proposed her own terms.

Everything was supposed to go according to plan, but lately, Killian's learned that life and a pretty face can quickly complicate matters.

Now, he has to negotiate a different plan, or is the plan even necessary anymore?

As if someone's reading his thoughts, there's a pounding on his door and he answers it, somewhat hoping it's Emma saying that she's not leaving.

It's not her, it's Smee.

"There's a message on deck," he says and Killian gestures that he close the door behind him and he does so. "It's from her,"

Killian walks over to the side wall and places his hand on it, listening for Emma's breathing. He can't hear her but he does hear some rustling and he looks back at Smee, gesturing that he will meet him on deck soon.

"Where's this message?" Killian demands as he finds Smee. Smee stands aside, revealing a giant crow and a tiny parchment. Smee's already removed the paper from the bird's claws and hands it to Killian and he reads it; the she in question wants him to dock the day after tomorrow at a specific port and meet with her. The only problem is, they are nowhere near the dock she wants to meet.

"I can't meet her," he says and Smee looks worriedly at him. "I know she can be difficult, more so than anyone

else but we aren't anywhere she needs us to be. You hear that bird? Take that back to her,"

The crow fluffs his feathers, looking him square in the eye before flying away suddenly

"Captain, are sure that's a wise response? She will not be happy about this,"

Killian shrugs. "I know she won't be happy but even I can't control the seas, Smee," he reasons. "I know she's not a patient person but she will have to be,"

"What about the princess?"

"Emma – the princess – wants to leave and return home," he says, "but she still promised me my money,"

Smee's nervous. "Don't we need insurance though that she will follow through on her end?" he wonders, "Can

you trust her?"

"Yes, I do," Killian acknowledges.

Morning's come too quickly for Killian's taste, especially since he couldn't sleep very well the previous night. His inability to sleep, however, has less to do with Emma and more to do with the message from her. Judging from their current position, they are very close to the port she wants to meet him at which is very odd because

last time he checked, they weren't close at all.

But coordinates don't lie.

The Jolly Roger is exactly one day close to port.

And that makes Killian very nervous.

He pounds hard on Emma's door but doesn't even hear her toss in bed and he rushes up on deck, finding her standing at the stern. Killian sighs heavily, walking over to her slowly. "I certainly hope you don't plan on jumping again," he says as Emma turns back to him. "especially since we both know that you can't swim,"

Emma smiles at him. "That's not my plan," she reasons.

"So, why are you out here?" he asks, standing beside her.

"I couldn't sleep," she says, "I woke up early and thought maybe, I could clear my head,"

Killian sighs and relaxes a little. "I couldn't sleep very well last night either," he admits and Emma looks at him curiously. "I really don't want you to leave, Emma; you are free to of course but I want you to stay,"

"Why don't you want me to leave?" she wonders, "because you think I won't deliver your money as I promised? I am a woman of my word, Killian,"

"I don't question your honesty, Emma," he continues, "but money isn't the reason why I want you to stay,"

She shrugs. "Then what? Our lessons? It was a foolish idea; I don't know what I was thinking other than saving myself from possible rape by your crew," she reasons.

"I demand respect from every many on my crew; if I say, don't hurt the prisoner, they don't hurt the prisoner. Any man who disobeys a command from me will find himself in a deep blue grave before he can even take it back," Killian explains, "and it's against my personal rules of conduct not to rape a woman,"

Emma looks away from him. "It's good that you command such respect from your men," she says, "and that you have that rule but I'm still not sure I can stay, Killian,"

Killian stands closer to her, placing a hand on hers. "Emma, there are some things more precious than gold and coins," he starts. "and I would be very sad if you left now because you've stolen something from this pirate that gold cannot replace,"

Emma stares back at him and Killian braces her, pulling her closer. "I don't belong on this ship, Killian," Emma whispers and buries her head in his chest. "but I really don't want to leave either,"

He wraps his arms around her, smelling her hair, feeling those golden curls against him. "There is something you should know though," he continues, "we are a day away from making port,"

Emma looks up at him. "I thought we weren't even close to land," she muses.

Killian tucks a loose hair behind her ear. "I thought we were too but here we are," he reasons, "there's something else, when we dock I want you to come with me,"

"Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of what we're trying to do?"

He smiles at her wickedly. "You haven't heard the second part of my plan, in which I dress you up all in black

leather and have my way with you,"

Emma looks at him weird and he laughs. "For a pirate, Killian, you have a sick sense of humor," she retorts, "I'm a princess, not your sex slave that you can do with whatever your hormones desires,"

"That's not exactly what I had in mind, love," he teases, leaning into her. "I'm going to need your special negotiating skills to help me, once again,"

It's day three onboard Killian's ship and today, Emma is subjected to two pirates (Killian and Starkey) looking her over deciding if she is up too whatever they both have in mind. Once that thought strikes Emma, she starts to walk away because she is no mood for a threesome.

"Is all this ogling really necessary? I mean, I know I turned eighteen yesterday but this is ridiculous," she says flatly. "Killian, what is going on because I really want to know,"

Starkey glances at Killian before turning his attention back to her. "You can't stay onboard when we finally make port; you have to come with us," he starts.

"But you'll stick out; someone might recognize you and then, all of this planning would be for nothing," Killian finishes, "so, we need to change your appearance; that's where Starkey comes in,"

Emma shrugs and she remembers what he mentioned earlier about black and her special negotiating skills. "Killian, you said something about dressing me up in black..." she starts, "what did you mean by that?"

"I found more clothes you can wear and this particular outfit, is appropriate for what we need," he explains, revealing a black corseted dress and Emma scowls at him.

"I hate corsets!" she seethes, "You know that I hate them, I am not wearing that; find something else,"

The captain glances at Starkey. "Emma, you don't really have a choice here; this is all we have and you need to wear it," he says, "Believe me, I wish it didn't have the corset love but it'll only be for a few hours,"

Emma is livid though.

"Emma, sweetheart, please," he pleads, "This won't work without this,"

Emma takes the dress and goes to her cabin, muttering how ridiculous the situation is and Killian swears he hears another unseemly word escape her mouth, a word that he didn't expect a princess to know.

When Emma emerges from her cabin wearing the much-hated outfit, black corset leather and leather pants with a semi-black leather skirt, Killian almost cannot breathe. Starkey walks over to her and Emma eyes him carefully before the other man looks back at Killian and smiles.

"Flawless transformation," he commends, "but we still need to do something about her hair. What color do you

think?"

Killian shrugs. "I was thinking dark brown with a little red," he muses.

"How about we ask the subject in question what color she would prefer to dye her hair?" Emma interrupts and they look at her. "Dark brunette, no red,"

Starkey looks at her again and smiles. "That could work, it can work," he reasons and takes her hand, dragging her back to her room.

"For a pirate," Emma starts as she sits down at her dresser, looking at Starkey's reflection in the mirror as he removes some bottles from a bag. "You are way too enthusiastic about coloring my hair,"

Killian smiles but doesn't say anything.

"I have many talents m'lady, some of them wasted when I'm on this ship but I know how to be beautiful," he says, turning her head to the left and right. "We could go all black but I think brown would be better,"

Emma glances down at her outfit. "Shouldn't I change first?" she asks.

"No!" both men answer and she stares at Killian, as he covers a deep blush.

tbc