She didn't move, nor did she breathe, nary a twitch of her body, as he sat holding her hand. He spoke quietly to her, telling her stories of their time together, and stories of what could still lie ahead for them. He pleaded with her, begged for her to return. It had been two days since the last beat of her heart, and he hadn't left her side. Why hadn't she woke? Had he gone too far?

But when he looked upon her angelic face, he couldn't imagine she was truly gone. She was pale, yes, but not a trace of decomposition or rigor mortis. He'd seen dead bodies, this was not a dead body, this was an undead body, just as his, but still she hadn't woken.

He was a mess, bloody tracks streaked his face and his clothes. His eyes sagged with exhaustion that could only be brought about my mental stress. Laying his head on her stomach he sent up another prayer to any being who might listen to bring his princess back. The tone of Emma's phone ringing startled him from his desolation.

He walked over to grab her phone from the desk, and saw Snow's name incoming. He wasn't ready to admit he'd failed, but he didn't want to keep the couple in suspense either. Inhaling an unnecessary breath and releasing it, he answered the call. "Hello?"

"Killian! Why haven't you called? Is Emma okay?"

Fresh tears pooled at his eyes at the desperation in his friend's voice. "I fear not," he uttered brokenly as he let his tears fall. "She has not woken."

"Well, have you tried kissing her?" Snow asked as though it was the simplest solution in the world.

"What?"

"Have. You. Tried. Kiss-"

"I heard you, but how the bloody hell is that going to help?"

"True Love's Kiss!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Have you gone mad?"

"Killian Jones, unless she is rotting like a corpse in my lab, get your ass in gear and kiss her like her life depends on it!"

When he stopped to think of it, he hadn't kissed her. Sure he had brushed a peck to her hand as he held it, he'd nuzzled her as he lay beside her, but, he hadn't actually kissed her. And at this point what could it hurt?

Walking back over to the bed, he put the phone on the nightstand, then knelt by her side. Palming her cheek, caressing it lovingly, he leaned in and pecked her lips, they stuck a little as he pulled away. Licking the taste of her on his lips he went back in and licked her lips to wet them, then kissed her again, this time like a man willing to fight for what he wants.

The air compressed around them, and time seemed to cease, then a burst of colored prisms reverberated around them in all directions.

"It worked!" Snow shouted through the phone.

How could she possibly know that? Killian turned toward the phone, puzzled by Snow's exclamation, which is why when she woke, he was ill prepared. A hiss and a vice like grip at his neck were all he knew before he was pinned on his back with a feral Emma restraining him.

"Swan!"

"Help!" she cried out, then with lightning speed latched on to Killian's neck. She sucked greedily at his pulse point, and moaned when his coppery blood hit her tongue.

Killian's fangs snapped into place and his cock jerked to attention as she ravished him with an animalistic need.

"Oh, my, I think they're going at it," Snow said to David on the other end.

"Hang up!"

Killian barely registered the phone call disconnecting before he reversed their position, which took more muscle than he cared to admit. His newborn was flexing her new found strength. "Easy, love, you'll be high for days if you drink too much of my blood."

"More!" Emma seethed.

Killian would have laughed if he didn't know just how much pain she was in as her body fought to sate itself. "I have what you need. Will you let me get it?"

Emma's eyes were wild with need as a burning heat scorched her throat, she needed to feed. She had to concentrate to understand his words as desperation washed over her in waves. Nodding her head once, it took all her restraint not to attack him, consequences be damned.

Killian poofed to the refrigerator and back in seconds, several pints of blood in hand. "I have straws, or I can pour it in a…"

Emma snatched it from him before he could finish, punctured it with her teeth and sucked the bag dry. "More," she demanded, wiping at her blood soaked lips with the back of her hand.

He couldn't help but chuckle this time. "You're like a monosyllabic toddler with a juice pouch addiction," he teased, handing her another bag.

"Fuck you and your big words."

Killian let a hearty laugh escape him. "There she is, my classy lass." He couldn't help but beam at her, the love of his life, and now his progeny. They shared a connection no human could boast. And although his heart was full, his cock still stirred with need to lay claim to this beautiful vampire goddess. He mentally chastised himself, knowing she would need time to adapt, and that she would be far hungrier for things other than his sexual desires.

Emma finally began to feel a bit like herself as she finished her third juice pouch, it did have a much nicer ring to it than blood bag. "You're a mess, why were you crying?" she asked.

"Aye, I should wash my face. I blame it on you. Always so stubborn."

"Huh?"

"It's been two days Emma, and that's only since your last heartbeat, almost three since we made love. You're so stubborn you don't even transform by the vampire timeline."

She crossed her arms over her chest in offense. "I didn't do it on purpose."

Quickly shedding his clothes, Killian threw Emma over his shoulders. "Come here my grouchy vampire," he laughed. "Let's shower."

"Giddyup!" Emma called out, slapping his ass.

Killian smacked her bottom in return.

"Hey! You said the next time I did that we better be naked."

"Aye, doesn't mean I can't spank you back." Setting her down, he reached into the shower and turned it to the hottest setting, then rinsed his face in the sink while waiting for the water to warm. He watched as Emma assessed herself in the mirror, his eyes following the same path as hers. She was paler than before, her skin had always been creamy, now it was more porcelain, though her nipples were still a rosy shade of pink.

Cupping her breasts, she looked at Killian in the mirror, "I guess now that I am timeless these will stay the same, that's definitely a plus."

Scooting up behind her, cock fully erect as he watched her touch herself, he hummed in agreement.

"Someone is ready," she teased rubbing her ass against him. A realization of something hit her as a questioning look passed over her face. She released one breast to slide her hand between her legs. Parting her folds she dipped her fingers inside, curious if she would still get wet when aroused. She was not disappointed as her fingers slid easily through her arousal; closing her eyes in bliss, she moaned softly as she stroked her clit. And that's when it happened. Click.

Her eyes popped open, and she stared at herself in the mirror. They were long and svelte, pearly white, and perfect right down to their razor sharp tip that seemed to glisten in the light. "I just got my first fang boner!" she gasped.

"Your first what?"

She smiled widely at him, "Umm, that's what I've been calling it in my head since the first time your fangs popped out when we were kissing. You know, kind of like a hard on."

"Yes, I get the analogy, love. It's just so crude compared to the salaciously extravagant vision you are with one hand on your breast, one buried between your legs, and your fangs resting against those luscious lips." He tightened his grip on her waist, digging his fingers into her hips and pulled her against his throbbing cock.

Emma twisted around in his embrace and brought her lips to his. It was a clash of tongues and fangs as they greedily devoured the other. Emma backed him up until they were both stepping into the steam filled shower, where they continued to make out under the scalding spray of the water.

Everything was different, each sense heightened. She saw clearer, like the way his chest hair formed unique patterns as the water cascaded down his body, the way his nipples stood erect just as hers, and the flex of every muscle under his skin. He smelled the same as he had before she'd turned, but in addition other scents clung to him, like earth, musk, and fresh air. The salt on his skin, the sweetness of his tongue, and the tang of his blood were like a drug now. She could hear the pants and moans, the sucking sounds of their lips, they were like a prurient melody adding to her already heightened arousal. Feeling though, touch was so beyond existential, so much more than she'd been prepared for. And it wasn't only the way his fingertips felt grazing her body, but the way he felt under her fingertips.
It wasn't merely the feel of his tongue sliding against hers, but the drag of her tongue along his. She wasn't just experiencing the way he played her anymore, but also how she played him.

Emma slid one hand into his hair, tugging to adjust his head how she wanted, in order to savor the taste of him more. Her other hand roamed the expanse of his chest, running through his chest hair, palming his pec, and pinching at a nipple which caused his cock to jerk against her stomach.

In turn, Killian alternated between her breasts, eliciting little noises from his Swan as he tweaked and rolled her nipples. His other hand slid down her back side, caressing her ass, and squeezing her supple cheeks. He emitted a groan of pleasure and relief when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft firmly. Unable to control his desire he thrusted into her grip several times in rapid succession. "I need you, Emma."

"So take me." Suddenly she was pinned against the wall, and she grabbed onto his shoulders to brace herself for the onslaught that was Killian slamming home in one solid stroke. "Goddamn, that feels amazing."

"Yes, it does," he purred into her ear, then he sucked the lobe into his mouth, causing Emma to sigh in contentment. Withdrawing slowly to feel the heavenly massage of her walls around his cock, he then pounded home again. He kept at it, retracting slowly and thrusting quickly. The drag of her wet core was delicious, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her forever in that moment.

"Quit teasing and show me what you can really do," she demanded.

"Why, you don't like this?" he asked as he zealously thrust home.

"Mmmm, I do, but I need you to move faster."

"What's your rush, love?"

"My rush is I want to fucking come," she whined, "we can do slow later."

"So impatient," he chuckled. But without further conversation he sped up his in and out rhythm. He was moving so fast now that the walls shook with their movement.

"Yes," Emma keened as he fucked into her hard and fast. This was what she wanted. To be well and truly fucked. She dug her nails into his shoulders as the wave of lust began to crest, and as she began the descent into a pleasured oblivion she was hit with a need so deep to taste him again that she had her fangs sunk deeply into his flesh before she could register to ask. The moment the tangy substance touched her tongue every nerve ending lit up and she was climaxing, her walls constricting and contracting forcefully around her source of pleasure.

The instant Emma's fangs pierced his neck a feral need overtook him and he bit into her, drinking greedily. Her walls clenched him tightly, sucking his climax from him, and he buried himself deep in a final thrust, stilling momentarily as he came hard. He resumed a languid motion as the aftershocks reverberated through them.

Their combined arousal spilled down Emma's thighs as Killian began moving again, gently pumping in and out of her, riding out the aftermath of their orgasm. She couldn't be bothered to care though as they were in the shower anyway, and she secretly, or maybe not so secretly, loved it a little too. It made her feel powerful to have his essence coating her, knowing she'd done that to her man.

They took their time washing each other, getting distracted between soft caresses and making out. Once finished they toweled each other off and dressed, deciding it was time to set a plan in motion.

~CS~

"Are you all packed?"

She nodded, "Yeah, you?"

"Aye, I've everything we might need while we're there. And we can always come back when we need to."

They'd decided to travel that night, knowing that the sooner they met up with Mary Margaret and David, the sooner they could begin their new lives.

"What is it, love?" he asked as she stared at him, silently assessing. Embracing her, he pulled her close.

"I'm just happy, I haven't felt this good in ages. I never thought I'd see you again, touch you, know the feel of your arms wrapped around me again, and I have no more pain. In fact, I feel brand new, like I've been given a new body."

"Same body, the same one I love, just a second chance of sorts."

She leaned in to kiss him, a chaste thing before nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck and wrapping him in a fierce hug. "I love you, Killian."

"And I love you, but you're going to have to loosen your grip a little."

"Sorry!" Emma released him and backed away. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, my darling, I haven't the need for breath, so I'll be alright. Any harder though and you're going to break some ribs," he chuckled.

"Shit, I gotta keep that in mind when we see David and Mary Margaret.

"They'll be alright. Don't let the connotation that goes with the word fairy fool you. They're mean as the dickens when they need to be, and tough as nails."

"Really," Emma laughed. "I had no idea, I thought they'd be like… delicate."

"Not in the slightest. They may be part of our food chain, but they're more than capable of taking down any number of creature, including our type."

"I wonder what else exists?"

"According to my studies, everything. There isn't a being alive that isn't somewhere on record. And we will know firsthand shortly, the sun is setting and then we can go. Did you tell Snow to be expecting us?"

"Yep, called her and told her they should put on their special vampire safe perfume because we are rolling in tonight."

~CS~

"This is amazing!" Emma yelled out over the wind. They were moving at top speed, which was faster than she'd be driving in the Camaro. Exhilaration coursed through her body as she literally sprinted through the woods of Maine.

Killian smiled over at her, admiring her form. The fact that it was night made no difference, it was like they had built in night vision, and no matter how fast they moved, she was clear as crystal, even though to others they may have been a blur. She moved like she'd been born a vampire. Sleek, graceful, and dare he say, swan like in her movements. Forest animals cleared upon their approach, scampering away to avoid the whirlwind that surrounded the couple as they charged toward their destiny.

Both came to a complete standstill as they were met with the end of the world. Or at least the end of the world as they'd previously known it. The top of Cartographer's Bluff.

Looking down into the vast expanse Emma could see the delicate aura surrounding what they knew to be the portal to the other side.

"Ready?" Killian asked.

Taking his hand in hers and locking their fingers tightly, Emma looked at him and nodded. "Count of three?"

"Aye." He squeezed her hand in his.

They counted in unison, "One… two… three," before taking the literal and figurative leap.

They landed on a surface almost identical to the woods of home, sending a tremor though the earthen floor with the force of their impact.

"It's… just like home," Emma murmured turning around in a circle in the spot where she'd landed.

"Aye, don't let that fool you. The woods probably aren't the safest if even half the supernatural beings we've heard of really exist. Which way did our fairy friends say to head?"

"M said they'd meet us here. Something about being able to sense when we'd arrived."

"With that landing, I don't doubt the whole of the town senses our arrival," Killian muttered. He had an uneasy feeling in his gut. The feeling of being watched, or stalked overwhelmed his senses even though he detected no presence other than their own.

"Not very discreet for Saviors."

Killian and Emma both gave a predatory hiss at the intruder's voice, and their fangs descended as every defense mechanism came to life. Whipping around toward the voice, they were just in time to see a figure literally appear in a cloud of purple smoke.

"Regina Mills? How are you here? You're dead. I saw your body," Emma rambled as confusion clouded her mind. She was so shocked that the woman was alive that she didn't even think twice about how she'd materialized from thin air. She appeared the same as she had in Maine, crisp black hair, makeup perfected, everything right down to her sensible pants suit matched to a T.

The woman laughed, an evil, deep, throaty laughter that bore no humor. "No doubt my sister, parading in the outside world as me again. She always was green with envy that I was mother's favorite. She's dead you say?"

"Aye," Killian answered. "I killed her," he volunteered before Emma could say anymore.

"Hmmm, brave are you? Protecting the little blonde princess? Bravery will get you nowhere here," she sneered before holding both hands out toward the couple.

Silver chains coiled around them, constricting their bodies. Emma could feel the warmth of the metal through her jacket, a faint stinging lighting up her skin. When she struggled against it her bare wrist made contact and a piercing flame like pain singed her skin. She cried out involuntarily, and again the witch before them laughed mirthlessly.

"You might not want to do that, Savior," she taunted. "Vampire 101, silver burns like a bitch."

"Fuck you," Emma spat. Anger tore at her, an instantaneous hatred blossoming within her for the woman standing before them.

A ferocious snarl ripped from Regina's throat as she suddenly found herself on the pointy end of a David's longsword. "I'll be back for you!" she screeched pointing a sharp black nail at them. Then, just as quickly as she'd appeared, she and the chains she possessed were gone in the same plume of purple smoke.

Mary Margaret lowered her bow and arrow and ran over to her friends. "Sorry we weren't here sooner, I didn't think she'd try anything right away."

Emma rubbed sharply at her wrist, "Goddamnit that burns."

"Stop, love, allow me." Killian brought his index finger up to his fang and pierced it, he rubbed the blood along Emma's wrist where she'd been burned.

Instant relief flooded the area where Killian applied his blood, healing her. "I guess I could have done that… I still have a lot to learn," she grumbled. "Too bad I wasn't much of a supernatural aficionado."

"Where would the fun be in that," he teased.

Emma rolled her eyes, he always made time for flirting. "And why would you have any reason to think Regina Mills would attack us?" Emma asked her friend. "Wait, that's your stepmother? The evil queen you told us about?"

"One in the same. Her sister, my Aunt Zelena was the one who committed the Locksley murders, she was disguised as Regina, body shifting was a favorite pastime of hers."

"For fuck's sake," Emma muttered. "I can't imagine anyone being prepared for all this stuff, but damn, vampires, fairies, evil stepmothers out for revenge…"

"Come on," David said, "let's get back into town, we'll get you guys set up at Granny's and grab a bite to eat." He ducked his head, embarrassed the minute the words left his mouth.

"Is that an offer, mate?" Killian, Emma, and Mary Margaret all snickered at David's chagrin.

"You know what I mean, asshole."

"I do," Killian laughed while clapping David's back.

The four made their way to Granny's diner and after Emma and Killian checked into a room, they all sat down at a corner booth.

With the adrenaline at a minimum, shock and awe radiating Emma's existence, questions to be asked needling at Killian, and a quiet resolve resting over Snow and David, an awkward silence settled over the group. No one knew where to start.

Luckily, Granny ambled over to take their order. "The usual for you two," she asked of the fairy couple. Both nodded their agreement. "And what about you two?"

Emma and Killian looked at each other, then at their friends, then at Granny and back to each other. Could they tell her they were vampires? Did she already know? Each opened their mouth and shut it several times before Granny got impatient.

"Look we carry Plasmix, Vitality, and Sanguine. We got A, B, O, and AB all in positive or negative, now what'll it be? I ain't got all night."

Emma wrinkled her nose, no way was she drinking blood for the world to see. Killian on the other hand ordered away, "I think a nice AB positive will suffice, I'll try the Sanguine."

"On the rocks, room temperature, or body temperature?"

Emma blanched as her human brain warred with the vernacular associated with her vampire cravings, damn, she really could go for a pint at body temperature.

"On the rocks," Killian responded.

"I'll take the same, but body temperature," she added meekly.

"Coming right up," Granny answered with all the enthusiasm of a canine about to be vaccinated.

Killian wrapped his arm around her. "What is it, my love?"

"Nothing, I mean… I'm just not used to this yet. We are sitting in a very public place about to do something that seems… abnormal to do in public."

Killian's face fell a little at her words. "We can take it upstairs if you're embarrassed."

"No," she insisted. "I'll get over it, this is our new normal, right?"

He nodded his head, though a melancholy expression still marred his features.

It took a moment, but it dawned on Emma what was bothering her suddenly broody vampire. "Killian, I am not embarrassed- Killian, look at me."

She turned in the bench seat to face him, pulling his chin toward her. "Can we have a minute, you guys?"

Snow smiled knowingly, and before another word was said, the couple shrunk down to their bumblebee size and flew away. Emma shook her head, nothing could be done normally here.

She focused her attention back on Killian. Caressing his cheek, she whispered quietly for only him to hear. "I don't know exactly what's going on in your head, but this has nothing to do with you, or what we are. I can tell you think I'm regretting my decision, but I'm not. It's just a little disconcerting to be ordering blood in public. You've had a year to embrace being vampire. My first thought on every decision is still defaulting to my human memories, that will change. I love you, and I love that we are starting a new life together, please don't doubt that for a moment."

Killian breathed a sigh of relief and rested his forehead to hers. "You're right," he sighed. He had not taken into consideration that Emma still had more adjusting to do than himself. He wasn't used to openly acting in his natural state either, but he was fully aware of his natural state after a year's time. "I was just worried you might be having second thoughts."

"Never," she responded, then she joined her lips to his, kissing him soundly. A loud clanging of a glass being set down broke them apart before they got too carried away.

"Order's up," Granny singsonged. Her wolfish grin was anything but the innocence she tried to convey about her abrupt interruption of their moment.

David and Snow were back as soon as the testy battlax set down their two heaping plates of lasagna.

That looks delicious, Emma internally pined as she eyed the Italian cuisine across from her. Her dinner was in a rather fancy goblet at least.

~CS~

"So tell us," Killian started as soon as all the dishes were cleared away, "what do we need to know about Storybrooke, its inhabitants, and your rotten stepmother."

"Well, since we've been gone, Regina has taken full control of the supernatural world. She's wiped everyone's memories with a dark curse of some sort. Because we weren't here when it was cast, we have our memories. I think it's part of the reason we fled. Anyhow, the only way to eliminate this curse is to eliminate its caster."

"Regina," Killian and Emma concluded.

"Oh, now who's speaking in unison?" Snow teased. "Yes, Regina. Since she didn't get her happy ending, she has decided that no one will have a happy ending."

"How do you know so much about her motives and how to stop her?" Emma asked.

"The only other resident of Storybrooke to retain their memories. The librarian." David answered.

"And just how did the librarian manage that?" Killian asked, suspicion clear in his tone.

"She lives between realms, kind of a liaison for supes on the other side. She's how David and I got our memories back. Since we voluntarily gave ours up, as the keeper, Belle had the power to restore them."

Killian rubbed a hand over his chin, pondering what their next step might be. Ever the detective, he decided a little investigating was in order. "What say you and I go meet this librarian, see if we can find any answers about how to take down this thief of happiness."

Emma nodded her head, it was like old times. Working a case, together.

"That reminds me, before you guys go off on your hunt, the town of Storybrooke is holding a vote this weekend. There is no sheriff, the only form of government is Mayor Mills and her crooked bodyguards. The townsfolk don't remember the last time Regina wasn't the only source of law. What we know is there's been some unrest brewing, so we organized an election."

"Who's running?" Killian asked.

"I am running for sheriff," David said. "Unopposed right now, unless either of you want to throw your hats in the ring?"

Killian and Emma both shook their heads. They had enough newness to process, they didn't need the addition of being the town's top official. "We'll leave that to you, mate."

"And I'm running against Regina for mayor. We will be campaigning tomorrow at the Miner's Festival, can we count on you guys for support?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Of course!" Emma said.

"And if you need to hire a few deputies, you can count on us," Killian added.

The couples parted company, with Snow pointing them in the direction of the library. They'd read the part about how they were fated to defeat the evil queen, they just hadn't the slightest clue in how to actually accomplish the task.

~CS~

"Emma Swan and Killian Jones. Two of our newest members," the librarian greeted them with a warm smile. "Follow me, we haven't much time."

The two shared a look of confusion, not sure why there was a sudden rush.

Belle led them to a section of books that looked to be older than time itself and began pulling volume after volume off the shelf.

"If we're in a rush why are you grabbing twenty years worth of reading?" Emma asked.

"She hasn't read with her new eyes, eh?" Belle asked Killian.

"I suppose not," Killian responded looking at Emma, "we'll breeze through this love. But, if you don't mind me asking, why the sudden rush?"

"Oh, well now that the her dark highness knows that you two are in town, she will attempt to destroy anyone and everything that threatens her existence. That includes you both, your friends, and this town. She will stop at nothing, her ultimate goal is power. Regina would rather die than surrender. She will attack at every turn, and she will do it soon."

Taking some of the books from Belle's arms, the couple sat at the nearest table and began reading. They poured over countless ways to break curses, and Emma was surprised to learn that just about every fairy tale she'd known as a child was a reality. There were sleeping curses and memory curses. Curses that took away voice, sight, one that made you appear different, maybe not even human, and those were just the tip of the iceberg. In fact Emma read of one who was cursed with a frozen touch, the creature had gone into hiding after burying her hometown in snow and ice.

A frustrated sigh slipped from Emma. "There are thousands of curses, hundreds of ways to break them, but nothing about how to take down an evil queen in here."

Killian reached over and took her hand in his, comfortingly passing his thumb over her knuckles. "If it were as simple as reading it in a book, anyone would be able to do it. I think maybe we're trying too hard. We are fabled to be her demise, it says nothing of needing to do so in a specific or methodical manner. Perhaps we just play it by ear?"

"Play it by ear!? Are you fucking crazy," Emma screeched. "I just got you back, I am not going up against the most powerful villain in the supernatural world half cocked."

"Ooh, I love it when you get all fiery. I assure you, I'm never just half cocked when you're around, darling."

Emma's eyes widened before she burst into a hysterical giggle. "Oh my gosh, this is all a joke to you."

Standing from his chair Killian sat at the edge of the table and brought Emma flush against him. "It's not a joke, I take this peril very seriously. But I can't see pouring over this useless information when it doesn't necessarily pertain to us. We need to be ready, yes, but I think that requires more of our old skill set, combined with our new skill set than any of this mumbo jumbo."

"What if we are missing something?"

"We're not love, together we can do anything. Come, let's clean up this mess and get out of here. Tomorrow we can support David in his campaign at the festival, I doubt her royal pain in the ass will try anything in such a public setting." They each grabbed an armful of books, replacing them on the shelves in no time. "As for now, let's enjoy the night. We can stroll the town, or see the docks, go to that little bar down the way, or maybe just retire to our boudoir," he suggested, waggling his eyebrows flirtatiously while his tongue ran the length of his lower lip.

Emma leaned in to attack the tongue that so playfully teased her, she sucked it into her mouth quickly, surprising Killian. His pleased moan made her smile through the attentions she laid on him. "Okay, definitely the bedroom," he mumbled into her mouth.

~CS~

"You are utterly insatiable," Killian purred into her ear as he rode her from behind. Emma was propped on her elbows and knees, ass in the air, and Killian had one hand wound into her hair which he held taut, and the other buried between her thighs stroking her clit.

"You should talk," she panted, he'd come twice already, gotten her off three times, and still hadn't slowed his pace. His cock just felt so perfect, whether he was fucking into her hand, sliding down her throat, or nestled deep inside her walls, and she couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening.

When they were finally spent, they bedded down. Sleep wouldn't take them anymore, but a serene almost trance like state did allow them down time. Wrapped up in each other they enjoyed the zen atmosphere that surrounded their still forms. Emma and Killian both felt as if they were recharging, pulling the necessary love and support from the other as they lay quietly.