They loaded themselves into the cruiser and rode in silence down the winding roads. They weren't headed to anywhere Killian had seen before. Suddenly, they turned onto Emma's street and he and the boy made eye contact, neither speaking.
David parked in front of the house, or rather, what was left of it. It looked exactly as the supermarket did. Partial walls left smoldering, part of the brick chimney still standing, boards laying left and right.
"Apparently this house was abandoned." David said, stepping out of the car and motioning for the two to follow. "But she's moved to residences. What if someone had been inside?"
Killian winced, but remained silent, unsure of what to say. He glanced at Henry and the boy seemed to be feeling the same way.
They spent the morning with David and when they finally split, Henry grudgingly decided that he should go home and spend some time with Regina. He understood why the boy didn't want to. It seemed that Robin Hood had all but moved into their home, and that had to be more than a little awkward. He and Emma had been together, but they certainly did not spend much alone time together.
Once aboard the Jolly, he decided to head down to his cabin. It had been days since he'd actually gotten any substantial amount of sleep, and after spending those nights on the pillows, his uncomfortable bed sounded heavenly.
He drew the curtains and shucked his clothes, not bothering to keep anything on with the boy gone. He wasn't used to wearing clothes while he slept, and it was nice to go back to his routine. The morning had been taxing and he was unconscious just moments after climbing into bed.
Hours later, he woke to a knock at the cabin door. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on, not bothering to do up the fly. He was going to murder whoever it was that deemed it necessary to disturb him during the best sleep he'd had in weeks.
He yanked open the door and found no one there. Grumbling under his breath, he slammed the door and lost the jeans again before climbing into bed. He tossed and turned for a few minutes before it became obvious that sleep wasn't going to find him again.
Killian lay on his back in the darkness, mind playing over the events from the past few weeks. Unsurprisingly, he found himself reflecting on that night in Emma's kitchen. Despite being angry, he felt himself growing hard beneath the sheets.
His right hand strayed south, trailing over his thighs and settling on his stomach, just inches from his straining erection. He grabbed his phone and sent a message.
Killian: Is that pen still enchanted?
Emma: Yes.
Killian: Good.
He moved his hand down, wrapping it around his cock, letting out a soft moan as he stroked it lightly. His eyes slid closed, and he pictured Emma poised on that granite countertop. Killian continued to stroke, eventually adding speed and tightening his grip.
As he came, he couldn't prevent the words spilling from his lips. "Emma, fuck. Mmmm, Emma." After he finished, he lay in the darkness, not wanting to move.
Emma: Was that supposed to be symbolic of something?
Killian: I was rewarding you.
Emma: For?
Killian: I know why you blew up your house. You intend to keep your promise.
Emma: Anyway, why not just summon me with the dagger instead of putting on a little show for me?
Killian: Because, love, you're not out of the woods yet.
Killian entered Granny's late that night. He'd spent most of the day puttering around the Jolly, and as much as he inwardly complained about the heroes, he'd kind of missed their company after Henry left. The restaurant was pretty much deserted, except for Leroy.
The dwarf sat in the very last booth, nursing a beer. Killian stepped up to the bar and ordered another one before plopping down in the opposite seat, sliding the beer to the other man.
"Sorry, mate." Killian muttered. "I was having a really bad night and I took it out on you. Granted, I still think it was despicable to go after Henry like that, but I probably didn't need to be quite as forceful as I was in telling you so."
Leroy nodded. "Look, brother, I know everyone thinks I can't keep anything to myself, but…" He trailed off as he took a sip of his beer. "I didn't tell anyone what happened."
"I appreciate that."
They sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before the bell above the door jingled. Killian looked up to see Robin enter and sit down at the bar. He nodded at Leroy and went over to Robin, sitting down on the stool next to him.
"What's the matter?" He asked, frowning.
"Long night." Robin said, downing the beer Granny sat in front of him without coming up for air.
"Trouble with the missus, then?" He pulled out his flask and took a sip.
"Not exactly. Henry is home, so I'm headed back to camp tonight. Has he been staying with you?"
"Aye."
"That's what I thought. Regina was none too pleased to find out. As much good as you've done and she still sees you as a bad influence." The thief chuckled and signaled to Granny for another drink.
"Ah, well, that's probably a good thing. Except, I think the boy is a worse influence on me than I could ever be on him. He showed me how to work the bloody phone and it's so damned hard to put it down."
Robin turned to him, eyes wide. "I know! Regina taught me how to use mine and there's just so much that we missed out on!"
They sat there for close to two hours, discussing their favorite bits and pieces until Granny shooed them out. After saying their goodbyes, Killian headed back to the ship.
He went directly into his cabin, eager to try and get some more sleep.
But when he opened the door and saw Emma lounging on his bed in nothing but her black heels and a piece of skimpy black lace, he knew that it wasn't going to happen.
A/N: Ask and you shall receive, my darlings. Reviews get another chapter in the morning!