Emma was in the doldrums when she realized she would have to wait a while before had access to the phoenix feather. Killian was set on distracting Emma from her gloomy thoughts. He saw it as a personal challenge - one that he was winning.

Especially after the pleasurable hour they had just spent in each other's arms. Killian had come back to their cabin to take a break after manning the helm for most of the day. They shared a delicious meal together and during dessert he was so overwhelmed with the delight of her presence that he hoisted her onto his lap to feed her fruit from his fingers. He was held entranced by watching her tongue lick the fruit juices from her lips then slowly sucking the sweet liquid from his fingers releasing a moan from him. Killian, no longer willing to prolong the anticipation, stood up to strip Emma of her clothing, leaving her bare and bemused while he quickly teared off his clothes. He lay on top of her in the bed and gathered her into his arms to feel every curve against his own body.

Emma felt the care he had taken, the slow arousal of her senses, converged in a burst of fiery need that was met and surpassed. He gave her a kiss of ravishment, taking as well as surrendering, tongues sensuously thrusting, kindling fires all along her senses. Everywhere he touched her she burned with scorching heat. Once his body was joined with hers, Emma was mindless with wanting him. He kissed her deeply, so that while he did begin to move within her, there was only pleasure with each deep thrust. Somehow it lasted forever, yet was too brief. The pinnacle they reached was glorious ecstasy flooding all the senses, leaving awe in its wake.

Later Killian lay next to Emma with his arm around her waist every so often moving his hand in a roaming caress. She was dozing, finally reaching the peace she needed. He slowly got up to get dressed, hoping he didn't wake her. He stood over her admiring her bare form. Her arm thrown above her head, her hair splayed out over the pillow, her lips still swollen, her skin still flushed red and glowing from their amorous activities. He especially enjoyed looking at the skin around her pussy still pink from taking the toll of his thrusts. He desired to continue gazing at her wonderful body but he needed to man the helm. He pulled the sheet up over her body to keep her warm, thinking it was such a shame to cover up her magnificent body. He got dressed and stood over her running his fingers through her hair brushing it away from her face and then giving her a kiss on the forehead before he left his cabin.

His eyes searched for the merchant vessel they were supposed to guard and he found it easily with the weather being clear and sunny. They had already spotted two pirate ships the day before that sailed away at the sight of the Jolly Roger. Killian had chosen three of his best sailors to board the merchant vessel to make sure it was guarded well and they helped navigate the ship and gotten the most speed from it. He sailed the Jolly Roger following the merchant vessel until nightfall.

Emma woke up from her afternoon nap to find Killian gone, most likely to steer the ship. She smiled when he told her he would get her mind off her troubles for a while. He was certainly a man of his word giving her such pleasure she could think of nothing else. She marveled at how gentle he was this afternoon. She decided to get dressed and bring Killian his dinner. She went to the galley to ask the cook if she could have ladle Killian's dinner to take it to him. He obliged and made her a sandwich, a bowl of stew and mug of ale. She loaded everything on a tray and made her way through the moonlight to stand by Killian's side at the helm.

"What's this, love?" Killian eyed the tray and her with relish as she placed the tray on a barrel nearby.

"Since you've been expending a lot of energy lately," he raised a brow in her direction knowing full well how he had been expending his energy and with whom. "I figured you'd need some sustenance."

"You've come at a good time, I'm famished, love," Killian said while Emma beamed with satisfaction. "Here, have a go at the wheel while I dine on this scrumptious food you brought me."

Emma was happy to stand at the helm. She placed her hands on the wheel, not really knowing what she was doing or where she was going. She felt the ship turn at the slightest movement of the wheel and it made her feel alive. Now she knew how Killian felt when he was at the helm and why he loved it so much. That and the feel of the wind and the calming view of the ocean horizon.

As he ate, Killian checked to see that his crew kept their eyes on their duty and not on Emma . He knew her beauty would be a distraction to the crew so he made sure to keep them in line barking a threat or two when she ventured onto the deck. He had crewman stationed on all sides of the ship working in shifts to keep an eye out for any signs of trouble.

"Did your mother also enjoy sailing?" Emma asked. Killian had shared with her the story of his brother, how he became a pirate and other stories of sailing the realms but he never told her about his parents.

"Aye. She was a Commodore's daughter. It's how Liam and I got into the royal navy," Killian apprised her. "Her family helped us get commissions."

"Your grandfather was a Commodore," Emma beamed. "The sea is in your blood."

"I guess it's a family tradition," Killian put down his mug of ale that he had to his lips and raised his hand to scratch behind his ear, his nervous tick. He always wondered if he would continue that family tradition by having wee little ones of his own who would sail the enchanted seas. For the first time in his life, he pictured a woman, namely Emma, with a baby in her arms. His baby. It thrilled, yet scared him. Babies had no place on a pirate ship. What kind of life can he give to a child much less a princess? All these thoughts converged on him and he just wanted to push it aside. She was taking those herbs in any case. He sighed deeply.

Emma hearing his sigh wondered what he was thinking about.

"Thinking about family?" she asked hoping he would share more of his thoughts.

Killian just smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Emma inquired with concern.

"Why would anything be wrong when you're here with me?" Killian answered wanting to change the subject. "Go two notches to port."

Emma did what he asked and he grinned in approval.

"I'm not the only one with the sea in their blood," Killian remarked.

Emma took that as a very good compliment. Even though she knew Killian was hiding his feelings, she let it slide. When he was ready he would talk to her but for now she would enjoy his company.

They continued to chat about pleasant things and made each other laugh. Killian felt her tinkling laugh flow through him and it made him tremble with delight at the sound. He had finished his supper and came to stand in back of Emma. Her backside felt delicious against the front of his body. He casually swept her hair to the side with his fingers so he had access to her sweet neck. He placed kisses occasionally on her neck and her cheek, brushed his hands against her sides to elicit sweet sounds of bliss from her. That is how they spent the rest of the evening until he got his first mate, Mr. Smee to takeover while they made their way back to his cabin to spend another night of passion in each other's arms.

One morning, Killian took what was meant to be a quick break but when he entered the cabin, he saw Emma taking a bath. His cock jolts awake at the sight of her hair pinned up with cascading tendrils, the soapy water clear enough that he everything he desired, and the sounds of her humming and splashes of water as she bears her long, glistening limbs to lightly scrub.

"You're right on time, Captain," Emma murmured. "The water is still warm."

She squeezed the sponge and his eyes followed the trickles of water as they meandering paths down her creamy breasts. He has gotten faster at stripping the clothes from his body until he is as naked as she. He crouches by her side and lets his hands wander around the water over her glorious, wet nakedness.

Emma sighs at the feel of Killian's callused, strong hands as he traced the planes and curves of her body. She luxuriated in the sensations from his touch. Emma rises to her knees and places her hands on his shoulders to give him a kiss, sliding her tongue in to swirl around his mouth. In no time, Killian joins Emma in the tub not caring that some of the water dared to pour over the edge. He'd clean it later, feeling Emma's warm, soapy skin against his was more important. He gazed at her in wonderment as she straddled him in the warm water, their skins slippery. The head of his cock nudging her nether lips open, begging her to open for him. When it finally slipped in the ecstasy was so acute, he gasped at the feel of her warm sheath. They moved slowly together giving and taking pleasure. Killian licked and sucked the droplets of water at Emma's throat. Emma moaned at the feel of his cock stretching and filling her. She reached her hand to caress his face as she kissed him soundly. Only when she pulled back to look into his eyes that he saw the skin on her fingers shriveled slightly.

"Let's dry you up at take this to the bed," Killian said huskily.

As they stood up, rivulets of water streamed down over their naked bodies as they continued to press against each other in embrace, hands not getting enough of touching each other, tongues delving into each other's mouths. Killian grabbed the nearest towel and started drying Emma's body thoroughly always paying special attention to her erogenous zones. Emma grabbed another towel and started drying Killian. Sparks of pleasure were felt as she moved the cloth over his hard, chiseled body. They got out of the tub and Killian quickly wiped the water on the floor and tossed the wet towels into an unused bucket.

As Emma pulled Killian toward the bed, she whispered in his ear, "I want to try something new."

"What's that, love?"

"I happen to see at Sir Dashwood party, a couple that was in a rather scandalous position."

Killian had a devious grin come over his face. He would try any scandalous position with Emma. "And what position would that be, love?"

"The man and woman had their heads in each other's lap."

"Ah, that would be the sixty-nine position."

Emma thought about it, rather perplexed that it would called sixty-nine until a look of dawning came over.

"They were positioned like the numbers. It's seems fitting," Emma came to the conclusion.

"Aye and let's get started," Killian then lay down on the bed. "Straddle my face, darling."

Emma felt an immediate rush of blood to her pussy lips. It felt so shocking, so wicked yet she couldn't wait to feel the sensations. The anticipation made her blood pump and her slit ache. She straddled him and slowly lowered her pussy to his awaiting mouth.

When she first felt his tongue, she yelped and rose up. The sensations threatening to overwhelm her but she decided to lower herself onto his mouth anyway. He licked and sucked her into his mouth. Emma was surprised that he pulled on her lower lips that she yelped and her hips kept jumping up but it was so hard to resist the feeling and she kept lowering her hips. His tongue darted everywhere. He kept making slurping noises and sucking noises each time she lowered her pussy to his mouth. The shock of sensation became maddeningly intense when his tongue rasped repeatedly over her pearl, lashing and laving it both the tip and flat of his clever tongue.

Emma wet her lips, wrapped her fingers around the large base of his shaft as she stroked him up and down. She leaned close and slowly licked over the head of his penis. He began to pant as she lapped over his hardness with flicks of her tongue then widened her lips to take the broad head into her mouth. Emma took more of his thick staff into her mouth, swirling with her tongue. She began to move her lips up and down, continuing to stroke the base of his cock with her hand. He groaned and began to thrust upward into her mouth. The feeling was incredible.

After a few long moments of them pleasuring each other, Killian had a fierce desire to be inside her so he pushed her off to the side and Emma was rolled onto her back. Through the haze in her mind, she realized that Killian was now positioning himself between her legs. Obediently, her knees went into the air and her feet braced themselves on the yielding mattress. As he lay atop her, she let her knees spread slightly to accommodate him. She felt the familiar probe of a cock head at her pussy. It began to slide into her. She ground her hips upward obscenely to meet his surging cock.

Emma clenched his soft buttocks with her hands and pulled him further within her.

Her soaked passage gripped his cock tightly. The rock-hard penis filled her completely as his hips thrust into her over and over.

"So good, so good, so good," she said mindlessly.

The soft warm flesh of her pussy, legs and ass were hotly devouring his turgid member and great waves of pleasure overcame the beautiful blonde as she climaxed intensely.

She bucked and writhed and pumped her tight pussy on his cock. His mind reeled at the wantonness of his beauty, and quickly began his climax as well.

His orgasm had been remarkable for its intensity and animalistic nature. Emma was breathless beneath him and had absorbed his driving force with the athleticism that her perfect body possessed. She had clutched him tightly, upper and lower body, joined by the hardness within her pussy, and had returned the intensity thrust for thrust. Still, when it was over, she knew it was a workout and her buttocks and legs had a thin sheen of moisture.

He pulled her as close as he could to him and gave her a kiss that melted her insides. This man was incredible, she thought.

"You probably need another bath after this," Killian said with a smirk as he pulled out of her and lay on his side looking down at her.

"So do you," Emma said with a contented smile. They playfully nipped at each other's lips and sighed with each touch until Killian could put it off no longer. He needed to get dressed and take care of things above deck to make sure they got to their destination.

They finally made it to Calais. Killian made sure the shipment of the merchant vessel was off loaded without any problems and the exchange for goods and money went smoothly. Half the money went on Killian's boat and half on the merchant vessel. If one of the ships sank or was lost at sea then at least one ship could make it back and the voyage wouldn't be a total loss. Killian made sure to relieve his three crewmen on the merchant vessel and replace them with three others on his ship. Emma was waiting for him on the Jolly Roger. Once he oversaw the last details, he decided to bring Emma some flowers and some pastries for her to eat since the fare on the ship was getting stale and he wanted to give her a treat.

When he came out of the bakery with a box of pastries in one hand and flowers in another, he felt someone come up behind him and before he could react he was knocked out from behind. Darkness flooded his vision as he fell to the ground and his last thought was Emma.