A/N : So, as you may have noticed, the rating changed... It's a soft M now. Which means smut ahead. I hate spoiling the surprise but I have to warn you as some of you might not like smut and feel uncomfortable. I spent hours and hours writing this chapter. This is my very first smut so please be kind I feel really nervous about this. I hope it doesn't suck too much. Plus I may have theory but I like practice *coughs*. I was inspired by the amazing smut writers of the CS tag on tumblr, so cookies for you.

Listen to Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful, The Great Gatsby score (Magic Tree and I Let Myself Go) and it should increase the feels.

Claire, si tu lis ce chapitre (je préfèrerais que tu ne le lises pas XD) ne sois pas choquée. Je sais pas si tu es familière avec ce genre de texte mais les scènes 'explicites' sont très communes dans les fanfictions. Bref, je suis rouge comme une tomate. NE T'AVISE PAS DE PARLER DE CA A QUI QUE CE SOIT. Oui c'est une menace :D

Chapter 16

The Stars

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She walked and walked and walked. She was drenched to the bone after all the swimming, but she had managed to make it out alive, and without Killian Jones. He had come there for her, to help her feel again. She had asked him to because she wanted to feel and she wanted to help him. But now, it all seemed pointless and ridiculous.

This heart, this precious treasure in the middle of an ancient prophecy... It had caused so many problems, and it wasn't even in her chest. What would happen once it's nestled between her lungs? She just couldn't admit that this simple organ had so much power, the power to change her. Had the person she had been these past twenty four years been nothing but a lie? Had she been a puppet, a shell, a shadow? They were all so eager to see her with her heart. Fixed. As if what she was right now was a monstruosity, something that had to be eradicated. Killian said he loved her. But what if he loved the person she was supposed to be? The person he wanted her to be? What if he was in love with a fantasy? It was just too much to take in. She felt empty without wanting to be filled, like a dry lake that would deny all water. She knew she needed it, but she stubbornly wished she had a choice. She wanted to be more than the Orfhlaith, more than a mythological name in a prophecy. She wanted to be Emma. She had always wanted to be Emma. She had always craved freedom. But now that she was about to have it, she felt trapped, as if she was only to go from one prison to another. A prison of cold, a prison of heat. The prison of emptiness, the prison of fullness. And never was she to be Emma.

Soon, the sand turned to mud under her feet, and the mud turned to stones. The air became warmer as the landscape grew smaller around her. She was climbing, her body moving forward into Neverland's atmosphere, like a ghost brushing the ground. She felt like she was soaring, and yet, the weight of her thoughts anchored her to the dusty path of the mountain. She was exhausted. Would it ever stop? The questions, the dilemmas, the thinking? She only wanted to give up, she wanted her mind to stop all this fuzzing. She wanted to disappear.

Suddenly, she stopped and glanced up. She was circled by darkness, velvet spotted with flickering sparks. She had reached the top of the mountain, she was on top of this world, an insignificant piece of dust lost in the immensity of the sky, the wind caressing her cheeks and blowing in her golden hair, strangely silverish in the moonlight. She sucked in a breath, oddly touched by the beauty of the sight. The stars shone with all their might, bigger than in her world. Maybe the peak had brought her closer to the sky. Anyhow, she closed her eyes, outstretched her arms and gave herself up to the welcoming night, silently wishing her thoughts would be aspired by the darkness around. But Neverpeak Moutain, for that's where she was standing, didn't plan on leaving the princess alone.

A strong flash of light blinded her through the thin skin of her eyelids and she brought a hand in front of her eyes.

Emma...

Had she heard her name?

"Who's there?" she asked.

Emma, you have to listen.

"Listen to who?"

Look up.

She obeyed, more out of curiosity than docility. She noticed how the stars were shining brighter and stronger. Wait-

You came to us for a reason.

"Wait, am I talking to freaking stars?" Emma rubbed her eyes and her jaw dropped. This couldn't be happening. It was too... crazy? "And hold on a second, I didn't 'came to you'."

Oh but you did. We made you come here. You were so absorbed by your thoughts that we just had to lead your feet.

Sure. "And why did you want to talk to me?" She couldn't even believe she was saying that.

For the same reason we talked to Killian many years ago. For you two to be together.

"What-"

You are written in the stars Emma. You and Killian. We've been waiting for you for centuries. You are the Orfhlaith, he is the Hybrid.

Woah, the hybrid? It sounded like a bad fairytale written by some scribbler. "What do you mean?" the princess asked, folding her arms across her.

Killian was born from a mortal and a mermaid. Not only is he the product of True Love, just like you are, but he's the combination of two different species who have been opposed forever. He's the link, the one who'll brought peace to Neverland.

She quirked an eyebrow at the sky (damn she couldn't believe she was actually doing that)"I thought Neverland had a mind of its own?"

It does. It has always been a dark place which beauty is deceiving. But it was written that the Hybrid would bring peace to Neverland and that his union with the Orfhlaith would save him. If you don't save him from his curse, Neverland will be lost forever.

"And I should care because...?" she let out in a sigh.

Because he's the man who's been loving you for six years and who never gave up on you. He chose you, now it's your turn to choose him.

Choice... Six letters for six years. Six years she had spent trying to figure out who she was, what was wrong with her and so on. Six years he had dedicated to her, hiding in the dark, watching over her. She still couldn't believe someone would want her so badly, because the simple thought of addiction was foreign to her. She had never been addicted to anything. She got tired fastly, she was moody and unsatisfied by nature. But he had be faithful to her while they had met once. Even though she was a means to an end, a way to break his curse, so was he for her. Did it mean there couldn't be anything else lying under the utility?

She didn't know. She was in the deepest darkness.

Both literally and figuratively.

The stars were slowly fading in dawn, their brilliance matified by the clear budding blue sky. Ribbons of pale light twirled on the purple vault, ripping the seam from the veil of the night while some stars lingered here, silver sparks lost among the gold. The astounding beauty of Neverland lay in front of Emma's eyes, tickling all of her senses, fillig her eyes, flattering her nose, comforting her ears. She closed her eyes and thought about how it all could feel if only she had a heart. Would she be moved by this beauty? What would a heart add to these physical sensations? Emotions, sensations, the human race had been graced with those for a good reason. They all felt both, all the people around her, feeling the unity of the world in a duet of tools some God had given them to experience life. And yet, here she was, Emma Elea of Eurwen, the Orfhlaith, standing on top of the land where time was used and abused, lost in her thoughts.

"If only I had been deprived of my conscience too", she sighed.

"Maybe I wouldn't have fallen in love with you then", a voice said behind her.

She didn't need to turn around to know whose voice it was. "Maybe it would've been for the best", she whispered.

He came closer to her, placing himself right behind her. She could feel his hot breath in the crook of her neck, blow of fire in the fresh morning air. "A world without you could never be for the best Emma", he softly said.

Emma chuckled. How could he always be so poetic even in the most desperate situations? A pirate-poet. Yes, she had seen it all. She turned around to face him, the rising sun now scorching her back. "It's all hopeless Killian. You, me... I... If we were supposed to be together, wouldn't it be much simpler?"

"Love is never easy darling. And I'm pretty sure that the more obstacles stand on our way, the stronger our love will be", he added, fluttering lashes in a mocking way.

She tilted her head to the side. "You just made that up."

"But it doesn't mean I don't believe it." He lifted her chin with his hook. "Emma, look at me. After Milah, I thought I would never love again. I was cold, emotionless, heartless. I wouldn't let myself feel because all love had brought me was pain. But this was the easy way. The wrong way."

"Well you made up for this. I'm far from being an easy challenge."

"But I love a challenge. I..." He glanced at the sky behind her, trying to figure out how to word his thoughts without sounding totally ridiculous. "I love you Emma. The way you roll you eyes when I annoy you. The way you turn your back on me and walk to a bloody peak... the way you break my heart."

She shook her head. "You're a masochist."

Killian flashed her a weak smile and shrugged. "I'm a man. Trust me, I'd rather suffer than not feeling anything at all. At least I feel alive."

She peered into his blue eyes, taking in his words. She had left her home to find freedom, to feel something. She had been trapped into an icy world for far too long, caught into her own coldness. Now she had the choice. It was her time.

Killian looked down and fetched his stachel. He held it before him, and the light within was so warm and bright... The sound soothing, and the princess felt like every beat of her heart called out her name. The pirate gently took the heart from its envelop and Emma gulped.

"Now", he began, "do you want to live, or do you prefer remaining dead?"

She looked at him, her brows frowned in a sad expression, and then glanced down at the racing organ nestled in the small of his hand. She sucked in a deep breath, chasing her thoughts away and focusing on the melody of her heart. She listened to it very carefully, taking in every single note, trying to figure out what to do. She opened her eyes and she was transfixed by the red glow on Killian's hand, the way his flesh wrapped her heart. Suddenly, the melody became more frantic, erratic, feverish. And she knew. There was no turning back. This heart wasn't hers anyway. It was his.

She took Killian's hand in hers and brought it to her chest, much to the pirate's surprise. "I want to live", she said, her eyes locked on his.

The pirate silently nodded, and exhaled loudly, visibly nervous. She tightened her grip on his hand and caressed his callous skin with her fingers. "I trust you Killian". And it was all he needed. Slowly, his hand moved and approached her chest, rising and falling faster with every inch of space reducing between her heart and herself. And suddenly, it was there. She felt a sharp pain, Killian's hand diving into her, and then a steady rhythm pulsing and echoing in her being. Out of breath, she put a trembling hand on her bosom. The beats throbbed against her palm and her mind opened doors she wanted to keep closed. The regrets the mermaid had triggered came crashing down and she felt panic run through her veins. Her breathing grew frantic as the memories, the feelings overwhelmed her, trapped her. It was all too much. Her heart was racing in her chest and she felt a sudden urge to cry. Without her consent, tears had begun to trickle down her cheeks, and she cursed herself. Anger started to pulse into her, and then disgust. She was being so weak, so fragile. It all blended, the wrath, the regrets, the sadness, the self-loathing, the fear, the panic. And this strange warmth when Killian put his hand on her shoulder...

She shook off his hand abruptly and brought her hands to her temples. "I can't do this", she stuttered, avoiding his worried look.

She was about to pass him by and run away like the coward she had become when she felt the pirate's hand grasping her wrist and forcing her to face him. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on hers and a huge wave of heat came washing all her fear away. She didn't return the kiss immediately, thunderstruck by the way her heart was racing in her chest at his touch. But then he cupped her cheek with his good hand and she closed her eyes, wrapped in a delightful warmth. It was a passionate kiss, different from everything she had experienced with Bae. There was love in the way their lips moved together, as if they were speaking a language of their own.

Killian broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. "If my heart is in my chest, why do I feel like it's still in your hand?" Emma asked in a husky voice, her breath dying against his half-opened mouth. She saw a smile break across his face under her lashes, and she laughed. She was being the cheesy one now. He glanced up at her, a spark of adoration flooding the blue of his irises. "Does it mean you love me princess?" he asked, brushing off a strand of her golden hair. She smiled and leant in to kiss him. "What do you think?" she murmured against his lips.

There was no going back. She clung to his shirt as he ran his hand through her hair, their searing kiss deafening all thoughts. She nipped at his bottom lip, his mouth parting in a knowing smirk. She shivered when she felt his hook make its way underneath her blouse, gently brushing its coldness on the heated skin of her back. Their lips glided over each other smoothly and she could feel all the years of the words unsaid printed on his mouth. He captured her bottom lip in his lips and then let his mouth trail litte kisses on her neck. With half-lidded eyes she let the budding sunrays of the rising sun bathe her in their warmth, and her hands left Killian's shirt to caress his dark hair. She felt everything. The fresh wind blowing against her hot skin, Killian's wanting groans, an almost painful heat spreading in her stomach, and a complete and overwhelming love.

She felt her heart leap in her throat when the pirate's hand reached her lower back, his mouth now devouring her ear. She wrapped both arms around his neck and let him lay her down. Once on her back, the ground felt mossy and soft, warm and soothing, following the curves of her body. Her eyes flitted open and she cast a glance around : the peak was still gray and stony, but she saw Killian's hand melting in the ground, as if the surface had adjusted just for them. Maybe it had. What a handy place. Emma closed her eyes and chuckled, causing Killian to stop his ministrations. He looked at her with amused and confused eyes : "What's so funny love?", he asked. She put her hand on his chest and caressed it softly. "Nothing", she replied shaking her head, "it's just that Neverland really seems to want us together." A devilish grin flashed on Killian's face. "Then let's give this bloody island what it craves".

With these words, he took off his black shirt and tossed it aside, now quirking an eyebrow at the blonde below him. "You're far too dressed Emma", he stated with hungry eyes. The princess smirked and bit her lower lip. "And you're far too chatty Captain", she whispered. Of course, the sentence turned into "Speak don't act" in the Captain's mind, and his hand was on the edge of her shirt in a heartbeat. Emma giggled, yes, giggled, and outstretched her arms so that he could peel her shirt off. The picture lying under the fabric painted the pirate's cheeks in red, lust pouring from his eyes. The sun flooded her breasts with its luminous heat, gold on ivory, and he leant forward to taste its hotness on her skin. A moan escaped from Emma's mouth as his lips descended on her nipple, but the captain was a man of many talents. The back of his hook glided over her other breast while his mouth was filled with her soft flesh and he heard her breath quicken and come out feverishly. The bulge in his leather pants spoke words that didn't need to be spoken out loud : he was more than ready for her, but he wanted to worship her body, her soul, her heart. Six years of desire lingered in his every move, and he wished he could stay like this for six other years.

Emma whimpered when she felt his fingers unlacing her pants, more than aware of the wetness between her legs. She arched her back to help him take her pants off, and his fingers started to walk along her thighs, delicately stepping on the white fabric of her undergarments. "Having fun down there Captain?" she inquired in a smile. Killian glanced up at her, mischievous as ever. "Not just yet love", he said before skillfully brushing her core through the lace. "But it's just a matter of seconds now". She bit down her lip knowingly, maybe a little too hard, but pain was now a foreign sensation. It was all bliss and felicity, heat and solace. The pirate smirked at the state of her undergarments : Killian Jones couldn't resisy a damp fabric. Gently but hungrily, he peeled off the last piece of material covering her body and threw it away. His eyes locked on hers, telling her silent dirty things she was sure, and one of his fingers came soothing her sensitive bundle of nerves. Crave emanated from these intertwined bodies, poured from their every pore, filled the morning air of Neverland. Emma's breath increased as the sun rose in the sky, as if the very sun followed her arousal. Killian kissed her, this time hot and hard, seeking entrance with his greedy tongue. She accepted gladly, their lips overlapping, their tongues lacing, their breaths mingling.

Soon he slipped a finger between her folds and she gasped, breaking the kiss. Killian flashed her a satisfied and even childish smile. "I won", it said. But there was nothing childish about the way his finger dived into her before coming out, tenderly, sensually. He lowered down and kissed her belly, his now two fingers teasing her and making her hungry for more. She gently gripped his hair. "Killian stop being such a tease", she whined. But of course, he didn't stop. He picked up the pace with a wickedly cocky grin on his face, caressing her clit with the back of his hook, and she moaned loudly, her hands digging in the soft ground, her limbs twitching as her orgasm coursed through her. "It's not teasing if I actually please you my love", Killian whispered against her neck. Out of breath, she ran her hand above his leather-covered shaft, hellbent on making him pay. "Take that off", she breathed.

"As my lady commands", he quipped, and he lazily got rid of his leather pants, taking his time. "Are you kidding me?" Emma laughed under him, causing his grin to widen. "Patience is a virtue princess, I'm sure your mother taught you that."

"Yes, but she didn't teach me that", she replied, her hand grasping his hard length and covering it like a feather. He took a sharp intake of breath, surprised by her initiative, but utterly satisfied. He kissed her overconfident smile away and she tightened her grip, going up and down, changing the pace, rough and slow, slow and rough. He groaned in her mouth and adjusted himself on top of her, getting away from her grip. He remained still for a moment, his eyes roaming her face marred by desire, and suddenly all the carefree tone had gone : it wasn't a game. It wasn't him screwing a tavern wench nor her fucking Bae in the stables. It was the apex of six years of longing, of a lifetime of wait. They had waited for each other forever and now, as the sun was smiling above them, as time and space were a chimera, they were finally coming together, like a star that would've been looking for its galaxy. This was home.

With one last kiss of his eyes, he lined himself up at her entrance, the tip of his shaft gently rubbing her folds and clit, and sank into her slowly, almost afraid that she would vanish under his tense body. She gasped and whimpered, the feeling of him buried into her almost too much to bear. He began to move into her at a slow and languid pace, letting her heat swallow him completely, and when his cock hit bottom, she yanked her legs around his waist. He caressed her leg as she rocked beneath him, and suddenly he placed his hand behind her back and pulled her up. They were both sitting in front of each other, on each other, laced, entangled. She exhaled and he captured her mouth, swallowing her moan. They undulated in unison, like the ebb and the incoming tide of the sea, their lips sealed and muffling their cries of pleasure. They finally parted and Killian nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling and kissing her shoulder as he plunged into her harder. She shivered and wrapped her hands around his neck, a growing heat taking over her. She felt her toes curling and she arched her back, rocking faster against him, her breath turning into sharp and short sighs. The pirate let out a throaty groan and picked up the pace again, feeling her starting crumble down against him.

Emma whined loudly as her body twiched and she pressed her chest against Killian's, fully embracing him, her forehead resting against his clenched jaw. Her walls tightened around him and with one last heavy groan he spilled into her as she came apart, her whole body trembling. He tightened his grip around her so that she wouldn't fall, breathy and dizzy, his eyes closed, afraid to open them. What if this had been a mere fantasy? One of Neverland's sick tricks? He opened his blue eyes as he inhaled deeply and exhaled when his look fell upon Emma's rosy cheeks, her forehead covered in sweat, her half-opened mouth and her half-lidded eyes. She gulped and flitted her eyes open, a smile trapped in the corner of her lips. With him still buried in her and his arms wrapped around her waist, she brought a hand to the back of his neck and soothed it gently, her fingers playing with his wet hair. He smiled lightly and kissed her nose, her forehead, her eyelids, her mouth, printing himself on her and capturing her all at once. Without a word he left her warmth and lay down, bringing her to his side. She rested her head on his heart, its rate slowly decreasing, and she knew every thump was for her. His fingers came stroking her arm and he kiss the crown of her hair. "Every fiber of my being belongs to you..." he whispered to her as if he had heard her thoughts. In another situation, with another man, Emma would've scoffed, rolled her eyes and got up. What a sappy line. But he had uttered those words and they had melted against her skin, spreading a gentle warmth through her, curling her lips into a wide smile. "I love you," she murmured over his heart, feeling her own pounding in her chest as the words came out of her mouth. This wasn't a lie. The attraction she had felt for him all this time was now multiplied by the feels nestling underneath her skin. She felt whole in his arms, the melody of his beating hear lulling her.

And all of a sudden, in a heartbeat, something changed.

Killian's chest rose sharply and he winced. Emma moved onto her elbow and looked at him with dread, the pain marring his face making her sick. But as fast as it had appeared, the pain vanished, and his chest glowed white for a split second. The princess frowned and was about to speak when he cut her off. "Looks like my soul's back," he beamed. She closed her eyes and sighed, annoyed. "I had no idea it would be that literal," she mumbled, falling back into her previous position. "Says the woman whose heart was put into her chest not long ago," he noticed. She pinched him and cuddled closer to him. "I love you too," Killian let out, the syllables falling onto her sun-kissed hair and sliding down her curls, straight to her heart. "I know," she answered.

All of a sudden, the wind blew a little stronger and came cover them, the light breeze turning into a pale and almost transparent fabric. The windy sheet fell upon them like millions of feathers and barely hid their bare and laced bodies. "What the hell?" Emma asked, her rational-self tested severly. Killian chuckled. "Neverland wanted us together and, well, I guess that's the aftermath gift."

Emma sighed and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "No offense, but this island is a crazy fucker." Killian laughed and tightened his grip, snuggling her closer. No words could be enough to describe the way he felt about Emma Elea of Eurwen, the way his heart leapt in his throat at her touch, the way he cursed himself because he knew all too well that he felt like a teenager when she was around, clumsy, and ridiculously in love. The princess closed her eyes once again, listening to the beating of his heart and hers. Every beat was for him. Every note, every pulse. Every shoot of blood sent through her veins. It was all for him, because of him. He had put her heart back in her chest, and yet, she knew he would own it forever.

The sun set in the sky, far too early, as if to circle them with a comforting darkness. With this pumping lullaby and the freshness of the moon she drifted to sleep, whole.

A/N : *hides in a corner* I hope it wasn't too bad, writing smut is... special. And VERY exhausting, I spent HOURS on this little bit. Kinda hard to write something you don't know but well. ANYWAY I hope you liked it, I know it was sappy as fuck but hey, I AM A SAPPY PERSON.

There should be one more chapter and an epilogue. The end is near my dear friends. Thanks for reading/following/favoriting!

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