Emma was a bloody brilliant and amazing woman, Killian thought as he steered his ship. She saved his life again. Blackbeard would definitely have left him for dead once he took what he wanted. And the way she fought against him was incredible. Who knew anyone could do moves like that?
The situation brought home the issue of how dangerous life would be for Emma if she stayed with him. His life as a pirate was wrought with danger, intrigue, and deception. Emma didn't deserve this life. She deserved better than being a pirate captain's woman. But the thought of letting Emma go would make his heart hurt. Unless she wanted it, he wouldn't let her go. Would she want to leave? Once she was free of the bracelet they would head back to her kingdom. Would she choose to turn her back on him and go back to her kingdom with nary a thought for his shattered heart? So many thoughts plagued him as he steered the ship.
Emma was sitting in the captain's cabin also plagued with thoughts. Unfortunately what Blackbeard said kept replaying in her head. He'll dump you at the next port after he's thoroughly done bedding you. It's what he does with all his whores. Don't think you're anything special!
But then she remembered when Killian told her he'd love to wake up next to her for the rest of his life. Was that just an "in the moment" feeling? Did it have any permanence? She couldn't help but feel insecure. Yet he was helping her get the phoenix feather, get her magic back, he rescued her from slavery and Regina. He had to care about her at least more than just the adventure. Right? Her thoughts swirled round and round until she went above deck to see him. When she is with him, her doubts are laid to rest for a short time while she feels enveloped in his presence.
He is lost to everything once he sees her, gliding towards him with a smile on her face, her eyes only for him. She gave him a kiss to warm his chest and send thrills down his spine.
"I missed you," Killian whispered.
"We saw each other an hour ago," Emma teased warmly.
"It's an hour too long."
"I'll keep you company then."
Killian let her stand in front of him while he was steering the ship letting her hands grip the wheel. It was their usual stance allowing them to maintain bodily contact and to steal a kiss or two.
"You handled those pirates pretty handily, love," Killian stated with pride. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
"My father taught me how to handle a sword and my parents hired experts trained in hand to hand combat to train me."
"Why would a princess need that training? I thought you'd have bodyguards for that."
"My life has been threatened many times by the Evil Queen and other people that would seek my crown or my fortune."
Killian had been a dolt not to realize that Emma's life was probably more dangerous than a pirate's life. As much good as there was in the world, there were malevolent, greedy forces that would target her.
"I'll never let anything harm you," Killian said with fervor. He meant it. He would die to protect her.
"I know you wouldn't. And I wouldn't let anyone harm you if I can help it."
He nuzzled her neck, feeling contented with knowing her feelings. All those doubts and insecurities they had flew away. What was left was a feeling of peace and joy.
Later on Emma waited for Killian in his cabin. The soft candlelight lent a seductive glow to the room. She had on a suggestive creamy negligee hoping Killian would like it. It was a flared, silk gown with lace at the top. Killian came in giving her an appreciative look at her ensemble. As usual his handsomeness made her sigh, his dark hair in disarray, those seductive, cerulean blue eyes, the hard planes of his body evident underneath all the black leather.
"You know, as beautiful as you look in that gown, it's coming off very soon," Killian said coming towards her with a seductive grin. "Because you look more gorgeous wearing nothing at all."
He took the few steps that separated them and gathered her in his arms. His divinely, erotic mouth moved over hers in heated play, his tongue delving, hiding, forcing hers to seek, and she did. By the time his kisses had moved down her neck on a path to her breasts, her desire for him was already so hot.
"Make love to me now," Emma demanded.
Killian gladly obliged. He divested her gown before he carried her to the bed. And then he had his way with her and she found out what being lavished with kisses on every part of her body was like – incredibly, overwhelmingly hot. His hands were so gentle, almost loving in his caresses. She came with his fingers inside of her because she was so aroused so quickly by him and climaxed so easily to his touch.
He left her to take off his clothes while she was coming down from her high. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he stripped revealing his glorious chest hair and the contours of his body more masculine than she could have ever imagined on a man.
He watched her eyes on him and he became so hard he ached. He covered her with his body as soon as he was naked and continued his sensual assault on her body. He left hot, moist trails with his mouth everywhere. And what that onslaught did to Emma was to take her so near the precipice, the tiniest push would have sent her over the edge.
Killian was well aware of that, knowing her body as well as he knew his own, knew all her pleasure points and how to maximize her enjoyment. He knew Emma had gone well beyond that. Her breathing told him, her fingers digging into his scalp, the arching, the thrusting, her legs squeezing against his waist in an effort to get more friction. He wanted to feel her climax surround him or else she would have had it without him so he positioned himself where she was already thrusting upwards. He slid home into so much moist heat and such incredible tightness that was Emma. He felt her pulsebeat surround him and draw him deeper into her and watched the pleasure suddenly wash over her. In the next heartbeat he soared over the edge, caught in a powerful climax.
He collapsed on top of her, not having the energy to pull out of her. That was fine with Emma; she loved being filled by him, but eventually his strength returned.
"I'm sorry if I'm crushing you," he said as he slowly turned on his back.
"I love it when your weight is on me and you're still inside me."
"You're so insatiable, love," he said turning to her with a smile and giving her one of his incredible kisses. "And I can't get enough of you. But we really do need our rest if I'm to ravage you again tomorrow. I'm going to wash you up and prepare you for sleep."
He was such a considerate lover.
He lay down beside her when he was finished. As he turned on his back, she laid her head on his chest and bent one leg to rest across his. As soon as he heard her even breathing, he fell asleep with his arms around her.
Killian woke up at dawn to get dressed and check on the merchant vessel. He always gazed at Emma adoringly as she slept, before he went up on the deck.
They passed the days making love when the feeling overtook them but always, Killian made sure their mission was on course, making sure the merchant vessel was in view, scanning for pirate ships, keeping a weather eye out for signs of a storm.
Emma would marvel at Killian's sexual prowess. Sometimes he'd be gentle, sometimes he'd be urgent, sometimes he'd be slow, sometimes he'd be adventurous. He was always what she wanted.
They made it to Wycombe in good time. Killian oversaw the chests of gold to be delivered to Sir Dashwood keeping a hand on his sword in case someone was to plan a heist. They finally got to the Dashwood manse and Dashwood was happy to see them both and his gold.
He took them to the phoenix feather. Emma was on pins and needles, ready to face another setback had Sir Dashwood played them false but he made good on the terms of his contract. The golden halo disappeared as Emma approached. Apparently the curse knew the contract was fulfilled. Emma reached to pick up the phoenix feather and touched it to her golden bracelet. The bracelet unlocked and fell to the floor. Emma felt the energy pulse through her once again. Killian made sure to pick up the bracelet.
He held it up and said, "I think Regina needs to get her just desserts, don't you?"
Emma understood. If there was a possible way to put the bracelet on Regina then hopefully they could imprison her for her crimes.
"Let's get you back to your family," Killian said.
They left the Dashwood manse in good spirits. Emma asked if she could go to the apothecary before they set sail and Killian dropped her off while he went to buy some supplies for their trip back to the Enchanted Forest. Emma was running low on the herbs that helped prevent pregnancy. She hoped one day when Regina was defeated, she could stop using them and have little babies with Killian. She wondered if Killian wanted children. It was a conversation she would have with him eventually. She met him while they were loading what they would need for trip onto wagons and they went back to the docks.
Emma didn't feel like spending any more time in the cabin so she hung around the docks while Killian was supervising. She didn't travel too far until she saw a fair haired man that looked like her father on the ship next to them. She was curious to see the man up close so she went to investigate.
Killian was in his cabin, pouring over maps, and issuing orders to Mr. Smee, his first mate.
"So we'll be headin' back to the Enchanted Forest, Cap'n?" Mr. Smee asked.
"Of course, Emma needs to check on her family,"
"Forgive me if I'm trespassing on your personal business, Cap'n, but what happens when you get the princess back to her kingdom?" Smee wondered if they'd still be pirating if the Cap'n was with a princess. He doubted her family would look too fondly on their occupations.
"What do you mean what will happen, Smee?"
"Well, I meant the two of you," Smee replied.
"We'll be together as we have been," Killian answered.
"But she's a princess, Cap'n."
"I believe I am well aware of that Smee," Killian started getting annoyed. "Is there a point to your questions?"
"Just wonderin', Cap'n about how her family will be feelin' about this."
"Whatever her family feels, it's about what Emma wants and she wants me. Emma knows the full benefits of being with a charming, devilishly handsome pirate such as meself. I have complete confidence she'll throw off her family's concerns about being with a pirate," Killian said with such certainty.
Smee looked out the window of the cabin and something caught his eye. He looked rather puzzled at what he was seeing.
"So what's she doing over on yonder ship?" Mr. Smee asked with a quirk of his head.
Killian turned around so fast, he nearly tipped his chair over. He looked out the small porthole scanning the deck of the ship docked next to them and spotted Emma walking up to an older gentleman who pulled her close to embrace her. This time the chair did tip over when Killian shot to his feet.
"Who the bloody hell is that?" Killian demanded to no one in particular. He felt like punching the daylights out of that man.
Smee thinking he needed an answer, "Maybe it's her father."
Killian then spotted a dark-haired older woman who also pulled Emma into an embrace. He presumed it was her parents that came after and found her. Then Killian's face darkened when he saw another person come over to welcome Emma. Graham. Wearing a Captain's uniform. Her kingdom's uniform. Bloody buggery hell! That ponce! He must have captained the ship they sailed on. He would have known the Jolly Roger was sitting in the berth next to them. Killian was not pleased at this turn of events.
Killian turned towards the door to march over to the other ship to collect Emma when Smee noted, "So I guess Princess Emma won't be traveling with us to the Enchanted Forest."
"What the devil makes you say that?" Killian barely turned around to shout that question back as he reached the door.
"Because the ship just cast off," Mr. Smee said wincing.
"What!" Killian bellowed and ran back to the window to watch the ship's slow departure. Smee cringed at how enraged Killian sounded. "Bloody hell!"
Killian stood stock still in absolute shock. He felt like the bottom drop out of his stomach and panic gripped his chest.
"No, this can't happen," he said aloud, pinning Smee with a resolute look. "Get the crew back right away. I mean to be on her tail within the hour."
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" Smee left Captain's cabin not wanting to be around him while he lost his temper.
Killian stared at Emma who looked around in panic realizing the ship she boarded was leaving the dock. He heard her shout something at Graham who then looked to her parents and her parents started speaking to her. He heard her shouting at them looking very upset. Emma then quickly moved towards the rail staring at the Jolly Roger with the wind whipping her hair all around. She held out her hands. He could tell she tried to do magic, but it didn't work, not with something as big as a ship.
Emma watched as the distance increase between her and Killian. She couldn't believe her parents refused to turn the ship around. She yelled at them that she couldn't leave that there was someone she didn't want to leave, but they in what they felt was their infinite wisdom superseded her wishes. They said if, whoever that someone was, wanted her, then he would follow her. She stood at the rail frantically searching the deck for the last sight of Killian. Oh no, he didn't know that she was gone, she thought. When he realized she didn't come back, she was afraid he would tear up the town in search for her. She didn't even get to say goodbye. She tried to make her magic work to bring the ship back to the dock but it failed her. It felt like she was trying to lift an elephant.
He stared at the now empty berth where the ship Emma was now on. He couldn't believe she was gone and without saying goodbye. Just that morning he awoke feeling her sweet lips on his, her soft hands holding his face, and what he thought of as her take-me smile, the one she bestowed on him only when they were abed, the one that never failed to stir primitive urges that he never knew he had. Gone? Never! He would follow her to the end of the world, or time.