Killian reaches next to him, feeling nothing but emptiness next to him. He opens his eyes slightly, seeing Emma sit on the bench next to the window, staring outside, where the sun is rising already. She has one of the sheets on her lap, only covering the bottom half of her body. Her bare back rises and falls as she breaths soundlessly. Staring at her is hypnotising, causing his eyes to fall shut and for him to drift off again.
She wakes up, tangled in sheets. Her eyes scan the room, rays of sunshine cast through the window. It appears she had finally fallen asleep after a long night, insomnia had taken the upper hand, and she had spent all night watching the moonlight flicker on the sea and its waves. Her eyes only started to fall shut by the time the sun started to rise above the horizon. She is alone, but not for long, the door opens and Killian walks in. A smile appears on his face when he sees she's awake. He walks over to her, grabbing his robe from one of the chairs.
"Thank you," She whispers, clearing her throat as she pulls on the robe, stepping out of the bed. The wooden floor feels warm under her feet.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks, laying his hands on her waist, pulling her close. She nods, taking his face in her hands.
"After I finally fell asleep, yes," She replies, gently pressing her lips against his, "Killian, what we did last night, was that a one time thing?"
"Is that what kept you awake last night?" He questions, letting go of her while sitting down on the side of the bed, she follows his movements with her eyes.
"Yes," Emma replies, looking down on him.
"All right," He replies, "And were you worried that this won't be a one time thing, or will be a one time thing?"
"Will be," A smirk appears on Killian's face in response to her reply. "Stop that," She whispers.
"Apologies, love," He reaches out for the robe covering her pale skin, pulling her closer to him, she takes two small steps, until she stands in between his legs. "For me," He starts, tracing his fingers over her collarbone. "It doesn't have to be a one time thing," He presses a kiss on her lips, "In fact," He whispers, kissing her again, as he traces his fingers down, "I would like for it to be a regular thing." Emma smiles, pulling her legs up, so that she can sit on his lap.
"Good," She whispers back, "I would like that too." Killian smiles, slowly peeling the robe off her shoulders, placing butterfly kisses on her bare chest. He looks up, his eyes meeting hers, they're vibrant and hungry, like he could just lay her down and take her again right in this moment. And if she were honest with herself, she'd admit that that is what she wanted, right now, right here. If it weren't for someone knocking the door, then proceeding to say that they had almost arrived. Killian sighs, almost a groan.
"Get dressed, love, we're going to get some clothes for you," He tells her, effortlessly picking her up from his lap, and putting her next to him, handing her the dress he took off of her last night. She takes it in her hands, her thumbs stroking over the soft, cold fabric. "I'll see you upstairs," and with that he leaves the cabin. She watched him leave, his ass now covered in skin tight leather, rather than wide Navy trousers, like when he was younger. Or nothing at all, like last night. She smiles at herself and shakes her head, never had she thought of seeing him naked. She had imagined it many times, but she had never thought it would actually happen. She gets herself dressed, stepping out of the sun, immediately being welcomed by the sun in her eyes and Killian's men staring at her.
"Here you go, lass," One of his men says, placing a hat on her head, one that blocks the sun, allowing her to see more. The man in front of her smiles at her, "Name's Aaron, pleasure to meet you, Emma," Aaron continues. Aaron, she repeats in her head and nods. The name Aaron belongs to an older, bearded, face - at least older than she is. He has brown eyes and his hair is blond with now and then a grey hair.
"Thank you," Emma smiles, and from then on people start introducing themselves to her. It's a lot of information to remember, but as a Princess she is trained to store as much information as possible in a short time. She links the names to each face, trying to repeat them inside her mind as much as possible. Aaron, Jack, Alexander, Lewis, Rory, and so on. Brown eyes, brown eyes, green eyes. Brown hair, black hair, bronze hair, auburn, etc. Older than her, younger than her, perhaps the same age. When they finally docked in the haven she had met everyone, fifteen names and faces. A man named Ian offered her his hand as they stepped over board, onto the wooden docks.
"Milady," He makes a teasing bow as he lets go of her hand again. She bumps her shoulder against his arm. "Sorry," Ian laughs, but he isn't, for she had realised already that Ian liked to tease her; she found this out when he introduced himself for the third time, each time with another name. At that moment she had looked behind her, to see Killian - like his men - laughing. He had shrugged apologetically, but kept laughing, and that is when she knew Killian would treat her exactly the same as his men, except when they were alone in bed. Or now, when he pressed a kiss in her hair, and took her hand as they walked into the town.
"I suggest three groups," Killian starts once they reached the centre of the little town, "One for food, one for necessities, and another for clothes. That last one will include me and Emma."
Eventually, Emma, Killian, Ian and a younger boy named Hamish - and this because he was growing out of his clothes. Hamish was almost as tall as she was; but probably still growing, with sea green eyes and dark brown hair. After talking to him for a moment, he carelessly explained that his mother died at childbirth, his father a worthless drunk who most of the time forgot he had a son. During one of the times Killian came to land, he found him on the streets, trying to steal food, and Killian gave him a bread. A few days later Hamish helped them out of trouble in return for a spot between his men. At that point Hamish had only been ten and Killian hadn't been too convinced to take him along. But he proved his value and skills, and was now a worthy member of his crew, sly and cunning.
Emma looks behind her after Hamish told his story, he gave her a kind smile, while Ian kept on talking about strategies for something. She gave him a smile in return and turned back around, following him into a clothing shop. Emma stops to look around, personally she'd never been in a shop at all, all her gowns were custom-made. The shop was tiny and dark, barely any bright clothes, a complete change compared to her previous wardrobe.
"Keep walking dear," Ian smirks, laying his hand on her waist, guiding her to clothes that seem more fit for, "We'd like to leave tonight." He takes a pair of black leather pants, holding it up next to her waist. "Should fit," Ian mutters, more to himself. Suddenly Killian stands behind her, holding up a pair of knee-high boots, simple but somehow incredibly gorgeous - that is if you could call boots gorgeous.
"Do you like these?" Emma nods smilingly. "I don't know if they fit you, but there are other sizes too," He kneels down in front of her.
"Killian now is not the time to ask her to marry you," Ian teases, laying the pair of pants over Emma's shoulder and searching for another one. Killian shakes his head and takes off the tiny shoes she's currently wearing. She leans onto his shoulder as Killian helps her into the boots. "And?" He asks, looking up.
"They fit perfectly," Emma answers, and he takes them off her feet. Already, she misses the comfort of these boots, wishing she could wear them all the time. He gets up, taking the trousers over her shoulder in his arms, together with the boots.
"All right, I found these shirts," He holds up a few shirts, mostly black, and a few white, enough to have his hands full with them. "And three more pants," Ian says, "For now, this should be enough."
"Found anything you like, Hamish?" Killian questions, Hamish holds up, a few trousers and shirts. "Seems like you did," He laughs, stepping with him and Ian to the cashier.
"Killian?" Emma stops him once they are out of the shop, he looks down at her.
"Yes?"
"Where do you get the money?" But he forces on a smile and continues walking. "Killian!" She yells, but he does not stop, nor turn around. "Jones!" She pulls up her dress so that she can run behind him.
"Emma, think," Killian answers at last, slowing down his pace, "I told you enough pirate stories."
"So you found the big treasure?" Emma teases, taking a deep breath. "Where did you steal it?"
"Not all of it is stolen," Killian avoids her question, she stops him.
"I remember when you were honest with me," Emma raises her eyebrow.
"We stole from many castles we visited. But we also did tasks for money or things of great value, so not all of it is stolen."
"Did you steal from my castle?" Emma questions. Killian nods.
"I stole the Princess."
"But I'm not money or of great value," Killian snorts, shaking his head, reaching out for her cheek, cupping it with his hands.
"That's where you're wrong, you are the most valuable item I ever stole," He kisses her cheek quickly, "Now please keep walking, if you have any more questions I'll answer them on the ship," Killian looks behind him, seeing the door of the shop open, "How fast can you run?" He questions, she shrugs,
"Well get running, Princess." Killian smirks and starts running, just like Ian, Hamish and herself.
"Hey!" They hear the shop owner yell, but they're too far gone for him to follow them, and no one around to hear him yelling. After a moment of running they end up in the docks again.
"You stole something," Emma mutters, slightly out of breath, leaning her hands on her knees. Killian imitates her posture, and looks up at her as she starts laughing. "What did you steal?" She questions, still laughing.
"Clothes," Killian replies, unsure if he should be laughing as well.
"I thought you paid," Emma sits down on one of the wooden crates.
"Yeah," He is still slightly out of breath, causing for his reply to sound like something he could have said last night. She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold back her thoughts. "Most of it at least." Hamish stands behind him, pulling some clothes from his shirt. "Yours are paid for, so you don't have to feel bad for wearing stolen clothes."
"And the dress I'm wearing now?" She asks, looking down on her red dress.
"Not stolen either," He says while sitting down next to her.
"But they're not yours," Emma raises her eyebrow.
"Obviously not," Killian grins, "They belonged to a girl once on the ship." But before Emma can ask about it the rest of his crew comes running in with bags filled with stuff, probably food and such. Killian gets up, offering to take a few clothes from Hamish as they walk towards the ship.
Once the ship is sailing, and Emma brought the clothes to her room - however she hoped to spend more nights in Killian's cabin, rather than her own. She came out her room in one of her new outfit. When she looked in the mirror she had to admit; she looked hot. Skin-tight pants, a black shirt with above that, a red corset like vest. And of course her new boots. Her first steps had felt uncomfortable, like her legs were imprisoned, but after a few times wiggling her hips, the pants shifted to a better spot. Soon after her first steps in her new pants, she also realised that pants were long not as heavy as her dresses, and this too made it to the list of why pants were better. She walks out of her cabin, onto the deck.
"Look at that!" Ian laughs, "She's really one of us now! Turn around, sweetheart," He brings his finger to his lip, as if he's judging, while she turns around, finding it strange there is no extra weight of her dress while twirling. "Very nice."
"Not exactly, she forgot her hat," Aaron pouts, offering the hat she had taken off before going on land. She laughs, reaching out for it, placing it on top of her head.
"Ah yes, so much better," Ian teases, Emma smiles and looks up at Killian, who is pretending his hardest he hadn't been looking at her for the past moments.
"Everything all right, Captain Jones?" Emma smiles, walking up the stairs. He smirks as he allows himself to look at her. He takes a deep breath in response.
"Very," He smirks, not taking his eyes off her, for him too, she twirls around.
"Do you approve?" She smiles.
"A lot," Killian nods, "I don't think I ever thought of seeing you in black, let alone pants." Emma smirks and leans closer.
"Well I never thought I'd see you naked either," She whispers teasingly in his ear, kissing his cheek before pulling back. When he looks back at her she looks like a little kid again, sparkles in her eyes, like each time she did something she wasn't supposed to and then told him about it. Surprisingly, this time she didn't giggle about it. "Stop staring, or you might steer into something." And when he looks away he realises they're on the open seas, and nowhere something to steer into. Emma laughs even harder and he shakes his head.
"Would you like to give it a try?" Killian questions, hesitantly she walks over to him. He takes her hands in his, showing her how to place her hands. Her hands are still soft, especially compared to his. "Left is port, right starboard," he informs her, unwillingly letting go of her hands.
"Amazing... Captain," He winks after a while, even though all she had to do was keep the wheel straight.
"That's Captain Charming to you," Emma sticks out her tongue, teasing him back.
"Yeah, that doesn't really sound well," Killian mutters, and smiles to himself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me," She pressures him to talk.
"All right. Emma, when I first met you, you missed a front tooth, you looked pale and too skinny for my opinion. However I always thought you would turn be a beautiful woman. And I was looking at you earlier, laughing with the men, and I realised, you're like a swan, the youngsters aren't always that beautiful, but eventually they turn out to be gracious, beautiful creatures. Just like you are now. And although you are very charming, I think Swan suits you more."
"Emma Swan," Emma smiles. "I like that."
"Very well, Captain Swan," Killian smirks, taking the wheel from her again. She sits down on the crates next to the steering wheel, studying his aged face. He never had that stubble when they were younger. He now has a scar on his cheek, probably from a fight.
"Can I ask you something?" He nods, looking at her briefly. "What made you become a pirate?" Killian takes a deep breath, as if thinking how to convey his words.
"My father died on that quest," Killian starts, and it's only then, Emma realised she hadn't seen Mr. Jones, and suddenly felt a feeling of sadness come over her. "I searched for someone to blame, and thought that if the quest hadn't taken place, he would still be alive, and I blamed court. So out of anger, I stole the ship, became the captain and eventually became a pirate."
"Eventually?"
"We just took the name. You see when you sail around aimlessly, people tend to think you're pirates. In the end, we started behaving like it."
"Like stealing and such?"
"Emma..." Killian starts, but she gives him an encouraging nod, "Yes. Stealing. You should know, I stole the Princess." Emma smirks.
"Anything else?"
"I'm sure we made a couple of enemies. One in particular, which is where we're sailing now," Emma sits up as he talks, "He took a few friends of mine, and I need to get them out."
"So, we're sailing straight into danger?" She questions.
"Not yet, by the time we get there it'll be late in the afternoon. The place where we're going is not a place you want to walk around at night. Listen, if you want to go back home I understand." But Emma holds up her hand, stopping him from talking.
"I want to stay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course," Emma replies, "Why?"
"Because we're not coming back for a long time,"
"How long?" Emma mutters, tracing invisible patterns on her legs.
"Could be years, could be weeks, or simply a few days. Or we might not come back at all," that part made Emma's eyes widen.
"Really?" She questions, but Killian laughs.
"The last part not, I will not let anything happen to you," He assures her, "I promise. If you want no part in it, I can still bring you back."
"No, I want to come," She smiles, "I'm not that defenceless, Killian."
"I know," He smirks. "I think we're read men!" Killian yells, taking something from his pocket. "I was waiting until you were 100% sure," Killian explains, holding a sort of bean between his fingers.
"What's that?" Emma asks, leaning closer to see it better.
"Our portal," He answers, throwing the bean in the water, opening a huge hole in the middle of the sea.
"So where are we going?" Emma asks, slightly confused by the work of that magic bean.
Killian smirks, steering straight into the hole. "Neverland."
"... And I want to take her there, I'm sure she'll like it," Killian's voice sounds through the door. He sounds like he's smiling.
"Yeah, I think so too," another voice replies. Emma knocks the door gently.
"In," Killian says. She opens the door and is immediately welcomed by two warm smiles. Killian's & Smee's.
"Princess," Smee teases awkwardly, knowing that she prefers Emma, and then turns back to Killian, "You just take her there, we'll enjoy ourselves here on the ship, no problem," The man assures his captain and then leaves the cabin.
"Take me where?" Emma questions.
"Who says we were talking about you?" Killian smirks, stepping closer.
"Well I'm the only 'her' on the ship that link was easily made," She answers, reaching out for his leather vest.
"Fair enough," He smiles, following her hands with his eyes as he speaks, "When I was here the first time, I found a place that I would very much like to show you today. It will be too dark to go in for a fight now, so we'll wait until tomorrow." Emma nods, stroking her finger over his chest, not exactly seductively, more like she's exploring. She runs her finger over his collarbone, tracing over his neck, to his jaw line. Her eyes flicker from her hand to his eyes, they've been looking at her the entire time and his lips had curved into a small smile, enjoying her tender touch. She lays her hand in his neck, gently pulling him closer - and he obeys, letting her place a soft kiss on his lips. So far, he had kissed her first, each time and it was nice that she just changed that, even if she is careful, as if she's holding herself back.
Emma smiles, "Sorry," she mutters as she pulls back.
"What for?" Killian asks.
"Being careful." He smiles.
"Don't apologise for that, love. I will be more distant, until you're more ready, if you like."
"No, are you mad," Emma quickly objects. "I just, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughs. "What if I hurt you."
"Emma, you are long not as hungry for me that you could hurt me," Killian snorts. Emma raises her eyebrows.
"You want to bet, Jones?"
"I'll take that bet, Swan." She looks like a tiger planning on taking its prey, devouring it, inch by inch. Killian smiles in return, readying himself. He had known that she wasn't always the innocent princess, but that she could look at him like that surprised him a little. She takes a step forward, pushing him towards his desk. Even if he weren't willing, she would have pushed him in that area anyway, she is strong enough to push him back - if he hadn't taken those steps back he might have fallen over.
She takes his collar, pressing her lips hungrily against his. Her tongue tracing over his lips, he opens his mouth, letting their tongues touch. He closed his eyes like she did. It was a new sensation, they hadn't kissed like that before. And right now, she's kissing like she really is devouring him, and he's enjoying every last bit of it. At last, he moves his hand over her waist, pressing his fingertips in her skin in an attempt of pulling her closer. He could have all of her and it still wouldn't be enough.
He had seen sirens, seen mermaids, luring imprudent men into their death by a single kiss, drowning them in the sea. If he hadn't known Emma for almost her whole life, he might have thought she was one of them. Her kiss was captivating and enchanting, only making him want more. So when she pulls back to draw a breath he looks at her with pleading eyes and she simply smiles, "I believe you were going to show me something?"
"No, that it not fair," He reaches out for her but she turns away, laughing softly. He takes a few quick steps toward her, capturing her in his arms.
"Don't do that," he laughs, kissing her neck. She giggles in response to the tickling, turning around in his arms, laying her hands on his chest. Emma stares at him with wide eyes and an innocent smile.
"Don't do what?" Killian smirks, not letting go of her just yet, but she doesn't mind, she's captured by the safety of his arms and that, since she was young, has been the only place she wouldn't mind getting stuck in. "So," She starts, "Where are you taking me, then?"
"A place you'll like," is his vague reply.
"Anything else?"
"It's beautiful," With every reply he only grins more, knowing that all her life she has been taught to come straight to the point, and thus found it very annoying when people didn't do the same.
"Captain?" Smee's voice sounds through the door, "The boat is ready."
"Thank you Mr. Smee," and that's when Killian lets go of Emma. "Ready, love?" Emma nods, following him out of the cabin, towards the boat. When they're in, the men lower them in the water.
Once on land, Killian ties the boat do a rock with a couple of strong knots.
"It's a bit of a hike," Killian starts, "I hope that's okay."
"I'm okay," She takes his hand when they start to walk. Most of the walk they spent in silence, sometimes exchange a stare or a smile.
"All right," Killian says at last, taking her other hand as well, "Close your eyes and no peeking." Emma smiles, closing her eyes and following Killian in his slow pace upon the hill. After a few steps in complete silence she starts to hear a waterfall and the closer they get, the louder it sounds. And yet it sounds exactly right, combined with the whistling of the birds, it's even peaceful. Eventually they stop walking, even with her eyes closed she can feel his presence right in front of her, stepping right behind her, taking her hands with his, slowly moving them away before her eyes, showing her the beauty of the scene. She'd heard the waterfall, but she hadn't expect it to reach 100 feet above the ground. The waterfall ends in a enormous lake, the water so blue and calm, right in a valley. The sun peeks through the rocks and trees surrounding it, casting rays of sunshine onto the water, almost making it look magical. If she had believed in magic. Next to her Killian starts to tak off his vest and shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking a swim," Killian laughs as if it is the most logical reply and takes off his shoes. "Come on, take your clothes off," He urges whilst he is already taking off his pants. Hesitantly she follows his orders.
"Now what?" She questions as she is standing in front of him in her brassiere and panties, and Killian in some sort of shorts, in the same fabric as his shirt. She would name it, but she had never seen men's underwear before. "I mean, how do we get down?" This island seemed to be warmer than home, and the sun even feels warm on her skin. So when his cold fingers touch her arm to guide her to the edge, goosebumps start to show up.
"We jump," Killian smirks, "After you m'lady."
"What?" Emma asks, panic reflecting in her voice, her heartbeat rising in her chest as she looks down. The fall had to be at least 50 feet. "Are you mad?"
"That's one way to describe it," He grins, slipping his fingers down, intertwining their fingers, "Do you trust me, Emma?" She purses her lips together and gives him a nervous nod. "Take my hand," again, she does as told. "On three. One. Two. Three." She jumps, feeling the tickles in her stomach. Right before the impact with the warm water she lets go of Killian's hand. When she comes back up he is nowhere to be seen.
"Killian?!" She yells, looking around her, the sound of the waterfall is louder here, it captures her eye, from down here it looked even bigger.
"Yes?" He whispers in her ear. She flinches a little, turning around to face him. His face only a small inch away from her. "Come on," Killian smiles taking her hand once again. As he swims she drags her along towards the waterfall. Killian is obviously the fastest swimmer of them both. "Hold your breath," he tells her as they reach the waterfall. She does, and he pulls her down with him. When she comes back up she takes a deeps breath. The first thing she hears is that the sound of the waterfall is even louder now, yet she is still not bothered by it. After she wiped the water from her eyes she sees that they are now in a large cave, light shines through the falling water making it look like an enchanted place. Killian smiles as he looks at her while she stares at the cave in awe. She turns around, facing him.
"How did you find this place?" He drags her along to the walls, reaching a place where they can stand.
"A mermaid showed me," he answers, laying his arms around her waist.
"A mermaid?" She frowns, slowly slipping her arms over his chest until they're around his neck.
"Yes, they're in these waters," Killian replies, stealing a kiss. Sure he wants to answer her questions, but he has a bigger desire to kiss her lips senseless. She leans in, feeling the almost exact same desire, and kisses his lips once. And then another time, running her hands through his hair as he deepens the kiss, opening her lips with his. She curls her legs around his waist in response to him pushing her against the warm cave walls.
"Jones!" A female voice yells, followed by someone diving in the water. Bummed, Killian lets go of Emma. "You have to leave," Suddenly a red-headed girl is in front of them, handing them their - now wet - clothes. Emma looks at the girl, she's having trouble staying above the surface and when she looks down she sees why. There where her legs are supposed to be, is a green tail. Slowly she backs away, Emma had never met a mermaid before, but from tales she knew that they were no good.
"Don't be afraid," The mermaid smiles, "I'm Ariel, I assume you're Emma?" Emma nods. "All right, I don't want to hurt you, I promise, but you must leave quickly, he's coming." Emma looks aside, seeing Killian is already almost fully dressed.
"Who is coming?" Emma asks, accepting the clothes, as she tries to get her pants on, right now, she wishes she were still wearing gowns.
"Peter Pan is coming," Ariel replies "Killian?"
"Yes?" He looks at her briefly before moving through the water towards Emma to help her.
"They still have Eric," Killian nods.
"We'll get him out, just like Wendy," He promises. Ariel offers them both a hand, and they take it.
"Take a deep breath," And when they do, the mermaid drags them under. Emma squeezes her eyes shut as she's being dragged along at full speed, the speed makes her slightly dizzy. Suddenly it's even darker, and the water is colder; they are no longer in the open valley, but maybe somewhere under the rocks of the valley. Emma squeezes Ariel's hand when she starts to panic, her lungs start to ache and bubbles left her mouth. Ariel drags them back up. "You all right, Emma?" Ariel asks, genuinely worried, letting go of Killian's hand to hold Emma up with two hands.
"Yes," Emma breathes heavily, wiping the water from her eyes. "I just panicked, I'm so sorry," She mutters, looking around. They seemed to have end up at the other side of the valley, in a part where the land is lower.
"It's all right," Ariel smiles, "We're there anyway, the beach is that way," She tells Killian, looking north.
"Are you not coming with us?" Emma asks. But Ariel smiles, letting the voices in the background answer for her.
"Go, it's okay, I'll distract them."
"Thank you," Killian smiles, taking Emma's hand to swim through the water, helping her out of the water, running into the high grass. Killian tugs her down, hiding in the grass, so they can see a figure in a hood appears on the rocks, stepping down towards her.
"Mermaid, where is the Captain with his girl?" It's a male voice.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Ariel answers.
"Really? Tell me again dear, how excruciatingly painful was it for you to dry?" Suddenly, so sudden that Ariel has no chance of swimming away, two different figures - both probably male as well - step from the woods and into the water, taking the girl with her arms, pulling her out of the water holding her right in front of the first figure. "Start talking, mermaid."
"No," She spits in his face.
"Very well, throw her in the cage, set a fire up, she'll talk." The figures leave and finally Killian lets out an audible breath.
"What do they mean?" Emma whispers, "What happens when she dries up?"
"Her tail becomes a pair of legs, but the process is incredibly painful." Emma nods.
"So we save her. Her and Wendy and Eric, like now," She says, getting up already. Killian smiles, thankful for her being so kind to people she's never met before, for her being so selfless towards his friends.
"Yes, we should, but we'll need more men. We're strong, but highly outnumbered," Killian replies, getting up as well. "These boys know their own island and its tricks better, that's why it's so dangerous to wander around at night."
"So, we wait? What is they kill them?"
"They won't," Killian promises, "There's no challenge in that. And the bloody demon likes challenges and games, he'll be waiting for us tomorrow."
"Emma!" His voice sounds through the night, waking her up in a rude movement. His eyes are still closed, but he looks as if he's in a profound dream, his chest sweaty, muttering her name in his sleep, over and over.
"Killian, I'm here, wake up," She shakes his shoulders, "Wake up, I'm fine." He opens his eyes, they seem to be darker than usual.
"Emma," He breathes heavily, she nods and lays her hand on his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "Are you all right?" Killian moves his hand over her cheek, not to cup it gently, but to feel if it's really her. Like he's checking if she's real.
"Yes," She takes his hand away from her cheek, holding it close while kissing his lips softly, "I'm fine, it was just a dream." He nods hesitantly, finally breathing a little slower.
"I dreamt he got you," He sits up, pulling Emma with him, "But you wanted to, you wanted to leave me," he looks at her as she shakes her head.
"I am not leaving you, I promise," Emma smiles, trying to make her voice sound as soft and gentle as possible.
"Yes. That's exactly what you said in the dream." She softly presses her fingers against his back, drawing circles and lines in an attempt to calm him down.
"All right," Emma whispers, kissing his shoulder, slowly moving towards his neck. "And in this dream of yours," She moves her hands over his chest, seductively tracing downwards, "Did I do this?" He looks over his shoulder and shakes his head, Emma smiles as his eyes close when her hand touches his cock and starts tugging. Gently at first, but when he hardens she is able to find a better pace. He moans softly, eyes still closed when he tries to find her lips. She smiles, laying her hand over his chest, guiding him to lie down.
"Emma," He whispers, opening his eyes.
"Do you trust me?" Her voice is low when she carefully speaks her words.
"Of course." Emma smiles, moving her leg to his other side, pressing her hands on his chest and curling her fingers in the light layer of hair.
Killian was the only man she had ever seen naked up close. She'd only ever had snatched glances before - through open doors in the stables or soldiers quarters when she had slipped away from the castle guard. But these innocent images bared no comparison to him - this man, who lay before her. All male, and adult and so ready for her.
She rocks her hips forward and upwards, shifting down until their centres meet. She could feel his tip at her entrance - smooth and firm and pressing against her in a delicious fashion that made her bite her lip in anticipation. Slowly she sinks down, coating him in her wetness as she lets his cock slip inside. Warm and thick and perfect. Though she had no comparison, she could not imagine a more divine feeling than the way he filled her up and made her stomach clench and her toes curl.
Rocking backwards on her heels, both let out a small moan. Emma digs her fingers more firmly into his flesh - enjoying the tightness of his muscles and the way he whines slightly as her fingers scratch his skin. Yes. This was it. This was how it was meant to feel. Hot and firm and all encompassing. It was like the room was gone and only the two of them were in existence. Everything else a blur as she started to move.
He lays his hand on her thighs, pinching softly each time she moves herself up and down again, urging her into a quicker pace as her breathing increases in speed and her breasts begin to bounce lightly against her chest. Consumed, she reaches up and cards her fingers through her hair: it was starting to mat with sweat and stick to her back. Quicker she rocked, twisting her hips as she ground into his, vying for the stretch and the friction - impatiently wanting it all at once…
Mid thrust, Killian stilled her hips, hooking his leg around her thigh and rolling her onto her back.
"Killian, what are you doing, I was fine," Emma mutters, groaning as he enters her again without warning.
"Oh you were doing more than fine my love," he answers, stealing a kiss as he began to move, "But as a gentleman, I find it more pleasing to bring pleasure to a woman."
"Well, if you insist," she moans, curling her legs around his waist so he can thrust with more force and all at once bringing him deeper inside than she thought possible. The room darkens - the edges sparking as her belly began to tighten and all semblance of self control began to fade. He kisses her lips thrust subtly, muffling her rising moans.
"How thick are the walls here?" Emma breathes, rolling her fingers in his hair and digging her heels into his ass - urging him quicker and harder, pressing her clit against him until the friction made her start to go limp.
"Not very thick," Killian smirks, burying his face in her neck and his hands grabbing her hips - holding her tight as he pounded into her harder and faster until each thrust blurred into one.
A cry began to fall from her lips, guttural and desperate - a sound she'd never thought it possible for her to make as he brought her to her climax with a few more thrusts.
Her cries seemed to end it for him too, his stifled moans disappearing into the pillow, and lays back down next to her on his side, looking at her; her chest and how her breathing slowly starts to even.
Minutes pass as they both resume their composure.
"I'm not exactly sure how that would assure you of my stay with you," She starts, breaking the silence.
"Me neither," He whispers already drifting off, "But I'm damn glad you did it. Perhaps, you really are hungry for me."
AN: Note of thank you, to Silvia, as always, for just helping me with my writing giving me advice. All of that. I love you.
To Jill, for helping out with this chapter. Check out her fics here; Youdrivemenutsmiller. My personal favourites are Dirty, Pretty Thing and Confessions.
And to you guys, for taking the time to read this fic, and review. It's very helpful and encouraging to continue writing.