A/N: Howdy Team!

Guys, you have me all confused. Now I don't even know who I want Ella to end up with (well, I do, but I'm seriously considering changing it).

Anyway, this chapter contains the scene that half of you have undoubtedly been waiting 26 chapters for – don't try to hide it. CaptainHart Smut! YAY!

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Not Tonight

NEVERFALL STONE

A stone of unknown size and origin, it is believed to have been formed by the ancient sorcerers as a source of magic, powerful enough to recreate or regenerate that which is dead or dying. The Neverfall Stone has appeared at various timed throughout the history of the Enchanted Forest, but has not now been seen for almost a thousand years. The last known place it was seen was in the Sayoka tribe, encompassing modern day Shayan. It can only be activated by one pure of heart, one of love, one of belief.

Ella's eyes scanned down the page of the book open on Hook's desk curiously as she sipped at her tea. Her knees were tucked up on the chair as she sat their easily in the morning. She'd been awake for a few hours, leaving Killian to readjust to his usual sleeping pattern which involved waking up at around ten.

"Hart?"

Killian's blue eyes were watching her from the bed, still heavy with sleep. Looking at the clock on the wall, she saw it was only nine.

"You're awake?"

"Apparently you're a bad influence on me," he replied with a yawn as he threw off the blanket and slid off the bed. His black hair was mussed by sleep and Ella felt a small smile tilting her lips upwards. He was still pretty disoriented and it was adorable.

Goodness. She was thinking of Captain Hook as adorable.

When did that happen?

"Tea?" she asked, reaching for the teapot on the bench, expecting him to say no. But he merely nodded as he got up and stretched, coming over to stand behind her as she read over the book. Taking his tea with his right hand, Hook began, "I think that could be what Pan wants."

"It hasn't been seen in a thousand years," Ella frowned, looking up at Hook's contemplative face. "Maybe I should head out into town this morning. See what I can dig up."

"I'll come with you-"

"Hook," Ella warned, as she stood up from the desk seat. "You didn't have any dreams last night. I'm safe, okay? Soldier, remember."

"You can tell when I'm having nightmares?" His brow furrowed and Ella seemed surprised as she said, "I thought you knew that you flailed a lot."

Hook shook his head as Ella continued, "Then why were you so concerned when you woke up yesterday morning?"

"I thought I might've crushed you."

Ella laughed at the worry on his face as she came round the chair to lay a soft imprint of her lips on his. "I wouldn't have minded Captain."

"Can you at least stick with Tink?" Killian asked, turning his back to her as she got dressed. "I don't want-"

"I'll be fine, Hook. You can turn around now." She gave him a small smile as soon as he turned. She crossed the room, placing a reassuring hand on his arm before leaning up and placing a comforting kiss on his scruffy cheek. "I have Phobos and Deimos with me."

"Huh?" Hook had never heard of these people, his brow furrowing in confusion, at which she laughed.

"You're worrying again, Killian," she smiled, displaying the two daggers in her belt. He visibly relaxed when he saw that she had weapons on her. "I can deal with Pan. I've dealt with him before."

Hook gave her a small nod, not entirely convinced. As she turned to leave, she stopped at the door, "By the way, I never said thank you."

"No need, love," he replied, giving her a small wave of farewell. "Have a good day."

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When Ella arrived back on the ship, Wendy and Tink in tow, Hook was nowhere to be found. Some of the crewmen were milling about, but she was already comfortable in her/Hook's pyjamas, reading through the encyclopaedia once more. It was after dinner by the time Hook pushed open the door.

"Where'd you go?" Ella didn't look up.

"I was in town, asking around about the Neverfall stone."

Ella looked up then, her face hardening. She may be an open book, but apparently so was Hook.

"You were looking for Pan."

"Maybe I was," he shrugged. "Does it really matter?"

"Of course it matters!" Ella cried out in frustration, getting to her feet. "God, you're such a man."

"Well," Killian looked down at himself, with a small flourish of his hand. It lacked his usual suggestions, his face still serious. "Why are you so against me killing the boy who, let's not stand on ceremony, raped you?"

"He didn't."

"Not last night," Hook's fist was clenching at his side. "But he did."

"And that's in the past Killian," Ella said earnestly. "I got my revenge; I left him."

"It's not enough."

"Maybe in your mind," Ella answered.

"Why won't you let me kill-"

"Because I know you Killian!" Ella was so adamant of the fact that she stormed across the room, forcing him to look directly at her. His revenge had left him with nothing.

"No you don't Ella!" he answered gruffly, stepping back out of her reach. "We've known each other, what…a week? How much could you possibly know about me?"

"I know that you're afraid that maybe this could possibly mean anything." She closed the distance between them, eyes blazing. "Keep trying to fool yourself, pirate, maybe one day you'll believe it."

"Like you're any different, Hart," he returned, anger in his eyes. "Why are you even here? You're back in Shayan now. Why don't you just leave?"

Ella stopped momentarily at his words. The fierceness in her eyes dissipating as Killian too, realised what he said.

"Hart…"

"Maybe you're right Hook," she replied stiffly before grabbing her coat and daggers. "Maybe it's better if I go."

"Ella."

But she was heading towards the door.

"Ella!" he repeated, crossing the room and standing in front of the wooden doors before she could leave. "I didn't mean it; I'm…I'm sorry."

She gave a loud sigh before she turned to him.

"They're all gone, Hook," Ella answered looking up at him, motioning to the door behind him. "My mother; Shang. God knows where Mulan is. So I'm back in Shayan for no reason. I can't just…"

How could she just go back to being a soldier? She'd seen enough of war. But what else could she be? Return to being the maid she'd been as a naïve sixteen year old?

"You can't just go back." It never ceased to surprise her just how well Killian understood her.

"You fled to Neverland Hook," Ella continued, "When you lost her, you knew you couldn't go back to pirating on your own, so you fled; hell bent on destroying Rumplestiltskin. So what's stopping you now?"

You are, he wanted to say. Instead, he kissed her.

"I don't want to leave Killian," she muttered into his lips.

"Then don't," he answered in between kisses. "I'll be here as long as you want to stay."

"I do want to." Ella's eyes were burning into him, her intent clear in her eyes even before she muttered, "I want you."

"Hart," he murmured, hesitantly pulling away as he tucked a stray piece of her fringe behind her ear. He seemed almost nervous. "I haven't…I haven't done this in a while."

That only made Ella more urgent, her lips coming up to his with an intense passion, her small pale hands gripping at his collar incredibly tightly as though she needed something to ground her. Truth be told, this was a first for her too.

There was something in the was that the pirate looked at her, something about the way his words and eyes melted her insides that made her think this would be different. That this would mean something.

Placing his hand around her waist, Killian pulled her in closer as her tongue plundered his mouth as though she hoped to find something hidden there, something more than a Pirate.

And find it she did. Hook battled her, their tongues trapped in a fight that she inevitably lost as he captured her lips once more, leaving them burning when he pulled away to kiss across her jaw. The hands that had been holding his coat were now pushing the offending piece of clothing off his shoulders. It fell in a heap on the floor, his vest gone within seconds once Ella had undone the buttons.

Killian was being excruciatingly slow with his movements, but every time he undid a clasp on her tunic, he would return his hand to other parts of her body. The fire burning within Ella was only stoked by every touch he lay upon her skin, so she brought her own hand up to undo her dress, but Killian pushed her away.

"I'm taking my time, love," he murmured, kissing down to the swell of her breasts lightly.

"Please Killian," she pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes. He gave in to her quickly, and undid the dress within seconds, his hand working overtime to get her out of her clothes.

Standing before him in just a corset and breeches, Killian felt himself hardening. Her breasts were uplifted, her pants sinfully clinging to her legs, and it took all he had to not just tear them off and ravish her.

No. Not tonight.

He was back to kissing her as he undid the clasps on the front of her corset. When finally he had released her from the bondage, Ella gave a small sigh of relief, but Killian took instead a sharp intake of breath as he took her in. In no time at all, he was kissing down her collarbone and towards her breasts, hearing her low moan as he touched her nipples simultaneously with his hook and hand. Mistaking it for pain, he pulled back, slightly alarmed, and began to remove the brace that kept his hook in place.

"No," Ella said quickly, holding onto it and eyeing him through her hooded lust filled eyes, "I want you."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Ella replied earnestly before pushing at the folds of his shirt to get him equally as naked as she was. This time it was her turn to kiss her way down his chest, playing with the hair that dusted his muscles. Her hands followed the movements of her lips, coming to the ties of his pants…

"Might we move this to the bed, love?"

"I kind of like the idea of the door," Ella smirked.

No. Not tonight.

As she laid herself on the pillows, he removed his pants easily, coming to join her with a smooth kiss on her lips. His hardness was pressed against her centre through her pants, and she needed to get them off. She needed him.

Killian was taking care of it for her though, her pants already undone. Ella lifted her hips so that he could simultaneously slip her underpants and pants down her thighs. But as he was pulling, he was laying soft kisses down any skin he saw, leaving a trail of fire down her legs. Unable to take his teasing touches anymore, she moaned loudly, "Please Killian."

He looked up at her with a devilish grin as he trailed his hand and hook up her legs, before he dove into her wetness and began to languidly tongue the juices flowing from her. She burnt with every touch, his ministration leaving her on edge but begging for more. Threading her hands through his hair, Killian felt her hips involuntarily bucking against his mouth and he smiled into her, adding two of his fingers to pump in and out of her as she began to moan louder.

"Fuck, Hook," Ella murmured breathlessly before she came hard around his fingers. Licking her clean, he looked up at her with a half-smirk, tenderness in his eyes.

"Not tonight, love," he replied, moving up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips. He kissed her slowly as he nudged at her folds. She was ready for him and she let him know with a disgruntled moan. He entered her slowly, knowing he was no small man, and began to move at an annoyingly slow pace. As her hands found his shoulders, she tried to meet his thrusts with force, but he didn't seem to get the idea.

"Harder," she asked desperately, trying to ignore what he was doing, what he was making her feel. Ella wanted the pleasure. Wasn't that right? Wasn't that why she'd come to Hook?

"Please Hook." It was impersonal to call him by his moniker, but maybe that was what she wanted, wasn't it?

He sped up a little, still controlling himself carefully as he slid into her deeply. He ran his fingers along her every scar, laying soft kisses upon each one, coming down her arms, and even as she tried to pull them away, he kissed the ones she always tried to hide from him. She shivered as she pulled her legs up over his hips, allowing him better access to where she needed him.

Her grovelling moans told him that she was close, and when Killian looked up at her face, lost in ecstasy, he knew he was too. Bringing his hand down to her bundle of nerves, he toyed with her, the sensations overflowing Ella's body.

But she was watching Hook oh so closely. The way his eyes were fixated on her face, every touch so...

She came suddenly, her climax washing over her as she let out a strangled scream. She clutched at Hook's shoulders murmuring, "Killian, oh Killian," as she rode it out. He came just after her, spilling himself into her in relief as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, placing soft kisses along her shoulder. He finally murmured into her skin-

"You don't have to be afraid, love." He knew exactly what was going through her head. He stilled his movements, looking down at her with…

It was more than tenderness, more than kindness…

Oh, God, she had never been more scared in her life.

Killian Jones had just made love to her.