Author's Note: Thanks again for the support and reviews, guys! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, but between work, my new addiction to Lost (and Charlie and Claire), and the shocking realization of Eric Northman being Hep V positive (like what the actual fuck are you doing to me Brian Buckner?), its been a long month. But...it's finally here! The smut you've been waiting for, so, you've been warned. A lot of Chinese food, a lot of chocolate chip cookies and mint chocolate chip ice cream went into writing this chapter, so, I hope you like it. And, also, if you could send me Eric Northman...my birthday is coming up. *giggles maniacally like a mad hatter*
P.S. Special thanks to LexieMcSteamy for reviewing each chapter so far! Thank you! And thanks to Anna and charmiaj, my other two lovely reviewers! Your support is highly appreciated!
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"Are you out of your mind?!" Emma yells the question, her voice wavering on the last word as the wind picks up and causes the faulty bridge to shake.
"Every time you've exhibited your power, it's been spurred by your instincts." Regina calmly explains, using her hands to emphasize her point. "So, today," she says, placing her hands on the posts at the edge of the bridge and leaning her weight on them. "We're going to push those instincts. Until you master them." She smoothly adds with a smug smile.
Okay. So Regina is technically Henry's other mother, and she's really been proving herself a changed woman as of late. But, honestly? Honestly, right now, Emma wouldn't mind slapping the smug little smirk off of Madame Mayor's face.
Just...because.
"A little reading doesn't sound so bad now." Emma says, her eyes warily focused on the planks of wood below her feet.
"You can stop me."
"Stop you from what?"
"This." Regina simply states with a gleaming smile before she flicks her wrist towards Emma. All of a sudden, wooden planks from behind Emma shoot off of the bridge and fall into the unknown depths that lurk below her. As the planks beneath her feet begin to break off, Emma gasps in fright, staring shocked at Regina. "What the hell are you doing?!" She shouts.
"Making the bridge collapse." Regina replies, as if its the most obvious thing in the world. "You can either stop it," she pauses, for dramatic effect or whatever. Emma doesn't really know. "Or die." She says coldly.
Emma stares wide-eyed at Regina for a moment, until the ropes of the bridge upon which she's been supporting herself give out, and she falls, grasping onto the ropes that remain and holding on for dear life.
"Regina! Enough. Stop this!" She yells, while trying to pull herself back up.
"No, you stop it!" Regina yells back passionately. "No more hand-holding! YOU have to do this! Reach into your gut. You know you can do this!" She speaks, as the ropes that have become the only thing keeping Emma Swan from treacherously plummeting to the ground begin to fray. "It's inside you, Emma. Save the bridge. Save. Yourself." Emma yells as the ropes finally collapse under her weight and she begins plummet to her death.
As she falls, Regina's eyes widen in fear and shock. She gasps and shakes her head in disbelief. She frantically begins to search for Emma beneath the ruins of the once unsteady rope bridge, hoping beyond hope that she managed to save herself.
After a few tense moments, Emma reappears, floating on a bundle of broken wooden planks from the old bridge. She looks confused more than anything, and Regina quickly composes herself. The panic that had filled her features just moments ago, now replaced by what appears to be scorn.
"Did I just do that?" Emma whispers incredulously, while staring in disbelief at first the planks beneath her, and then at Regina.
"Yes." Regina answers curtly. "But all I wanted was for you to retie the rope." She adds in an unamused tone.
"It's like you said-instinct." Emma realizes. "Why are you pissed? I did it. Why does it matter how?"
"You think I'm mad because you didn't listen to me?" Regina asks in a clipped tone. "I'm mad because...look at all this potential inside of you, and you've been wasting it."
Emma stares beneath herself for a moment longer and then climbs off of her pile to stand beside Regina.
"Well," she starts. "At least now we have an advantage."
Regina smirks sinfully. "You're absolutely right. That Greenie Bitch will never see us coming." She says, well, for lack of a better word-wickedly.
A few hours later, Regina and Emma are sitting in Mary Margaret and David's loft, practicing simple incantations and talking about Emma and Henry's past year in New York.
"So.." Regina begins. She has a wistful look in her eye, her voice filled with longing. "He was...happy?"
"Yeah...he was good. He had a lot of friends and he behaved really well. I mean, you raised him right, Regina." Emma says, trying to console the downtrodden, former Evil Queen before her.
Regina looks up at her, apparently shocked speechless. She takes a moment to compose herself and then states, " Thank you.", with a genuine smile.
Emma smiles back. "You're welcome. Now, once we can figure out how to defeat this Witch, we can get Henry's memories back and you can spend time with him as his mother."
"I sure hope so." Regina says quietly.
Emma opens her mouth to begin speaking again when the door to the loft bursts open.
The sound of David's laughter can be heard, as Henry runs into the apartment, Mary Margaret and David trailing behind. Emma and Regina stood up and began to walk towards them.
"Where have you guys been?" Emma asked, her arms crossed in front of her.
"Only having the best day ever!" Henry chirped excitedly. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "David let me drive his truck." He said, as he motioned toward David, who was smirking proudly and closing the door.
"You let him WHAT?!" Regina proclaimed indignantly.
In response, David just shrugged. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it a moment later.
Henry turned away from David to stare surprised at Regina and her sudden outburst.
"Oh!" Regina yelped as she realized her mistake. "A-as mayor I can't let an unlicensed, under...age driver on the streets of Storybrooke." She stammered quickly, covering her tracks. She and Emma awkwardly looked away from their son, trying not to draw attention to the slight slip up.
"As mayor, you might want to throw a little money at road repair." David sighed nonchalantly, while Henry snickered and looked away.
"Excuse me?" Regina questioned wide-eyed.
"Nothing." David said quickly and hurried away.
"This is a terrible mistake." Regina said, following David and Henry into the kitchen.
"She's right." Emma piped up. "Someone could have been seriously hurt.
"Only if you're a mailbox." Mary Margaret added quietly from the stool she was perched upon.
Emma's eyes widened and her eyebrows raised at her mother's statement as she leaned back on the wall she stood in front of.
"It was soo much fun!" Henry exclaimed after he had pulled his drink out of the fridge.
"What can I say? I've got a reckless, carefree...fun, side." David said as he looked at Emma. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Henry and David continued to pour themselves drinks with Regina by their side, while Emma and Mary Margaret conversed.
"So," Mary Margaret started. "How was your magic training with Regina?"
"It was-uh..." Emma stammered, trying to find the words to explain to her mother just how Regina taught her magic. "Different. Interesting." She finished quickly with a smile. Mary Margaret opened her mouth to say more, but Emma was faster. ""And how was teaching my son to drive?" She asked with one raised eyebrow.
Her mother blushed in embarrassment. "It was your father's idea!" She explained. ""He wanted Henry to consider us...fun. More fun than Hook." The woman looked down in shame. "Although, I'll admit, it wasn't the best decision, he was safe with your father. You know that."
"Mary Margaret, it's alright. I understand." Emma laughed. "I just thought a schoolteacher would know better." She chided jokingly. Mary Margaret's expression once again turned shameful, when Emma quickly added, "I get it, it's okay. Just-I don't know the customs in the Enchanted Forest, but remember, legal driving age here is sixteen. Henry is only twelve."
"I know, I know." Mary Margaret hastily responded. "It won't happen again."
Emma chuckled to herself.
Seriously. Her mother was acting like a chastised child.
It was hysterical.
Somehow, Emma didn't think she'd find it as funny as she did, though.
"All in all-mailbox incidents aside," Mary Margaret began while Henry and David snickered. "I would say it's been a good day. Dinner at Granny's?" Mary Margaret cheerfully suggested to the group.
"Can I drive?" Henry asked.
"NO!" The group yelled in unison.
The Charmings and Regina all went out and had dinner and Granny's. Things went quite smoothly considering the situation they were in, and there were only minimal curious questions from Henry that led to David's perfectly awkward subject-changing. When dinner had concluded, Regina said goodnight rather forlornly, and retreated to her giant, lonely mansion. To give Emma a night off from her mothering duties, and to give Mary Margaret and David some extra practice, Henry went to stay at the loft for the night, surprisingly not the least bit weirded out by sleeping over at his mother's " old friends' " home.
Emma thanked her parents and began to walk down Storybrooke's darkened Main Street to the inn. As she walked, she mulled over a few things in her head.
She was still in a daze, completely shocked that she was back, that she was once again in Storybrooke so that, once again, she could break a curse and defeat a villain. She now knew how the rest of Storybrooke's residents felt after the first curse was broken. It was like her entire existence was a lie. Well, at least her existence from the birth of her son on.
It was crap, because the fake memories Regina had blessed her with were good, and she was happy. She still lived with the painful memory of Neal's abandonment, but at least it was easier for her to be able to move on from it.
That was another shocker; Neal was dead. A man whose name and entire being that had haunted her for over a decade was now gone from the world, faded from existence like he never was. It was upsetting, especially once Henry were to get his memories back. That thought just devastated her. He had only just met his father, only to have him ripped away from him by an evil Bitch.
Emma shook her head as she reached the steps to the inn. She climbed up them and opened the door. It was late, around eleven 'o clock, actually, and most of the perky Storybrooke inhabitants were likely to be asleep. She entered the "living room-type-area" (honestly she hadn't a damn clue what it was actually called) and was surprised to find a rather tired looking pirate perched on the couch, downing his rum.
His head snapped up and his eyes locked on hers as she shut the front door and turned toward him. He watched her for a moment, an unreadable expression in his eye, as she approached him slowly. "Hi," she said.
"Hello, Swan. And just how are you this lovely evening?" He replied.
She dodged the question and instead asked, "Mind if I ask just how David and Mary Margaret came to watch Henry this afternoon when I left him with you?" She raised an eyebrow.
He looked down at his feet. "Ah..." He began, scratching behind his ear, the tell-tale sign he was embarrassed/nervous. "Dave came by, and thought it'd be good for the lad to spend some time with family after his father's...untimely demise. Whether said family is known to him or not." He finished with a sheepish grin. "I meant in no way to alarm you, Emma, I just-"
"Hook." She interrupted him. He stared at her. "It's alright," she laughed. "Henry had a great time with his grandparents. But he has had great times with you, too."
"Thanks, love."
They sat simply looking at each other for quite a while until the silence caused Emma to grow uncomfortable, so she spoke up.
"What are you doing out here? Alone. At night?" She asked, while her brows furrowed and she searched his face for an answer.
He looked at her longingly. All he wanted was for her to want him as he wanted her. But, obviously, she didn't. And she was going to leave to New York once all of this was over. Probably to get as far away from him as she could, considering he followed her around like a sodding idiot.
He was quite hard on himself.
In an instant, his walls were back in place, showing her the man he vowed never to show her again. The man she'd met so long ago. The man who was broken, cruel, and evil. The man who'd been so cleverly coined as Captain Hook.
She was leaving, leaving him. What else could he do?
He pasted a cruel smirk on his face, even though it pained him to do so and snakily replied, "What do you think, love? Drinking. Heavily, I might add."
The look on her face killed him. So many emotions crossed it in an instant. She went from the relaxed look she always had when near him, to shocked at his change in demeanor, to angry at his reply, and finally to disappointed.
That was what pained him the most.
She looked so upset that he had given up on opening up to her, like he'd betrayed her, he couldn't stand it. She was broken, he knew that. Why did he have to treat her in such a way that she didn't deserve.
...
Because he was broken, too. And because she treated him this way, as well.
However, she may not always realize she did it. Her cruelty was likely not intentional, but a defense mechanism.
He felt like a sodding arse.
"Oh, well I'm sorry to have interrupted your night." She said stiffly, walls back in place. "I'll leave you to it." She got up and began to walk away.
He followed her to the hallway which led to their separate rooms.
"Emma, wait!" He called out, and she spun around to face him with a cold glare on her face.
"What do you want?"she spat.
Something about the way she was looking at him, like he was nothing but a no-good pirate who'd betrayed her, 'Just like the beanstalk' he thought, caused his walls to once again make an appearance.
"So what, love? Is this how it's always going to be?" He sneered. "We talk, you get angry, you leave, and it's the same the very next day? Because if so, I'd like to know now. Just so I'm prepared for it."
She looked at him in utter disgust. "Don't you dare turn this one me!" She replied hotly. "You were the one who started acting like a dick all of the sudden when I was just trying to have a conversation with you!"
"Really, my dear?" He responded provocatively. "Have a conversation? And, then what? Tell me that you were going to leave again. Practically beg me to argue with you, only to shut me down, stating you must leave, it's only practical."
"Wha-I-I don't.." She stammered, still looking at him like he was slime.
"So, you were? Ah," he said curtly. "Well, at least now I know. You'll leave and act like nothing ever happened here." He moved closer to her, his face inches from hers and stopped. "You can pretend, Swan. Go ahead. Act like none of this," he said, waving his arm around the room. "This town, these people, all of it. Act like it meant nothing to you."
He began to walk past her toward his room, when she grabbed his arm. He turned toward her sharply.
"Why do you even CARE?!" She shouted in exasperation.
"I don't." He spat, venomously. His calm demeanor was deteriorating, and the bitter heat of anger was rising to the surface. He had reached his boiling point.
She sighed. "Obviously, you DO, Hook!" She yelled back at him. She was getting sick and tired of this. He wasn't telling her ANYTHING. If he wanted her to stay, he should speak up. But he didn't. All he did was speak in riddles around her, giving her cryptic insight into the past year they'd spent apart, but not any real details or information. "If you didn't, we wouldn't even be having this conversation!"
"Then, love," he said in a hard and bitter voice. "Pray tell, WHY are we?"
"Because you won't tell me ANYTHING! Do you want me to leave, Hook? Do you want me to stay? Because I have NO CLUE what you want from me! What happened in the past year that you're not telling me?"
"I already told you all that you need to know. As for what I want from you, it's nothing. I couldn't care less if you stayed here in Storybrooke or if you went back to New York. Do what you want." He shot back at her. There was a look in his eyes that would make even the fiercest of men cringe at the sight. But not Emma Swan, for the look in her eyes mirrored his, and she held her ground.
"We both know that's a lie!" She yelled. "Have you forgotten that I KNOW when people are lying to me?! You didn't even get cursed. You didn't have to come back here, to find me. You didn't have to do anything. You could have just stayed in the Enchanted Forest drinking and pirating and sleeping with all the whores you wanted. You-"
"Is THAT what you think I was doing?" He interrupted her.
"You're going to tell me you weren't?" She asked skeptically.
"You want to know so badly what happened in the past year, Emma?" He moved closer to her as he spoke, stopping just inches from her face. "You're almost right. I did spend my time drinking. Spent a LOT of time drinking, actually. As for pirating, well you can't do much of that when you don't have a sodding pirate SHIP, now can you?" She looked at him questioningly. "Yes, my ship was taken," he tells her. "The curse brought it back to the Enchanted Forest, but it didn't come back with us. It wasn't with me, and so somebody took it. And I had to go through quite an amount of pains to find it." His anger was rising within his core. 'This bloody woman,' he thought. She was the biggest challenge he had ever faced, and he didn't know if he could play her game anymore. So he bowed out of it. He was going to tell her. Everything.
"You think I slept with whores? You think I spent my time doing anything other than thinking about YOU? After everything that has happened between us, everything I've told you, how could you think that I would even LOOK at anyone else? Don't you remember what I said to you before you drove over that town line? Because I meant it, Emma. I meant it then, and I mean it now. I spent every single moment thinking about you. I couldn't get you out of my head, even if I wanted to. And I don't want to. I don't want to act like I don't want you, because I do. I want all of you, Emma, and I have since the moment I met you."
She stared back at him. It was like the wind had been knocked out of her and she was dumbstruck. She couldn't find the words to speak, so she stared at him for a while, trying to compose herself. When she finally found her words, she said, "You can't mean that." She said quietly. "We're not-we don't have anything, Hook. Why would you think that you'd need to stay celibate? Why would you even be thinking of me?"
He sighed, loudly and heavily, and she could tell he was obviously exasperated.
"BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, EMMA!" He yelled in her face. She gasped, eyes widened in shock. She began to waver, so she took a step back and stared at him. She blinked, but still couldn't move, couldn't say anything. He began to speak again.
"I love you, Emma." He said softly. "I always have. You are the only woman I've ever met who has taken me completely by surprise. I can read you like an open book, but I never know what your next move is. I don't know what you want. You were there in the Echo Cave; you know that I meant what I said. But you've given me no signs, nothing to let me know that you feel the same way. I just need to know what you feel. When you kissed me, I realized that all I ever wanted was you; that you were all I'd ever want as long as I shall live. And even if you don't want me, I'll still keep fighting for you. I won't give up, and I will never abandon you. Because you don't deserve that." His gaze bored into hers, the love evident in his eyes.
When she didn't answer for a few moments, he said, "Emma, please say something."
"Y-you.." She stammered. "You love me? You're in love with me?" He nodded. "That's-not possible. You can't be in love with me. I don't-" She looked in his eyes; she saw the truth. He had just said everything that she had wanted him to. He was in love with her. He had given her a reason to stay. Still, doubt flooded her mind. It was the consequence of giving her heart so completely to someone so reckless all of those years ago. "You don't mean it, you can't. This doesn't feel real."
"Then tell me," he whispered, closing the distance between them by stepping forward. "Does this feel real?" At that, he kissed her. His hook rested on her upper thigh, while his hand moved to the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her hair. It was passionate, yet slow. The shock of the kiss rendered her frozen, but in a second she recovered and kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed her. Her hands snaked up to his head, and her fingers gripped his hair tightly. He groaned into her mouth, and she took it as permission and entered his mouth. Their tongues tangled in a passionate fury, each one demanding to have the upper hand. They stayed this way for a long time, until air became a tedious, but desperate necessity. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. Their chests heaved heavily.
Breathlessly, he spoke. "That was..." He moved his lips closer to hers, awaiting the permission to kiss her again.
"Wow," she breathed out. He grinned devilishly and captured her lips in yet another searing kiss. The heat that had been rising in the both of them, turned into another type of heat entirely, and they were both already halfway there. Emma moaned, and Killian chuckled and ended the kiss. She stared at him, confused, but quickly he picked her up bridal-style, and began carrying her down the hall to where his room lay.
She yelped when he first picked her up, but when he silenced her protest with a kiss, she began to giggle.
They stumbled their way down the hall and into the room. They were barely in the doorway when Emma slid her hands out of his hair and down his chest, slipping them under his shirt. Her fingers brushed lightly against his chest, teasing him immensely. She kicked off her boots, and he proceeded to do the same.
By then he had reached the bed, and he threw her down upon it. She was giggling again, and before she could blink, he was on top of her, spreading her legs and kneeling between them.
"You know something, Emma," Killian said to her, as he slowly began easing her jacket off of her shoulders. He leaned in close, and purred in her ear, "I've been waiting for this moment since the moment I laid eyes upon you." To emphasize his words, he blew into her ear, before biting down on it.
Emma bit back a sharp gasp of pleasure. She needed to keep her cool. "Oh, really?" She teased him. "Because I wasn't fazed by you at all. In fact," she hooked her legs around his waist and flipped herself over, so she was now straddling his waist, and proceeded to grind her hips down on his. "I'm still not." She smirked down at him.
"Hmmm," he said. He leaned up, so that his face was inches from hers. "Is that really true, Emma?" He asked her. She nodded and continued to grind down on him. Killian suppressed a moan. "Because I," he said. He positioned his hook between her breasts. "Don't. Think. So." In one swift and fluid movement, he tore her shirt and her bra right off her. She gasped, and began to protest, since he had now torn her shirt and bra to shreds, but he smirked at her and his mouth latched onto one of her nipples, and her protests turned into gasps and moans of pleasure. His mouth sucked hard, while his tongue swirled and flicked, and his teeth gently bit down on the hard, but sensitive bud. His hand worked on the other, and her head fell back in ecstasy as pleasure seeped out from her core.
Suddenly, she pulled away from him. He looked in her eyes, shocked, but she smirked and leaned into him until her face was pressed against his chest. His hand snuck up to the back of her skull and he held her there, all the while groaning in pleasure. Her lips snuck up to the collar of his shirt and she opened her mouth around it. She bit down on the collar and yanked herself back, tearing the shirt off with her teeth. She pulled it off the rest of the way, and sat in front of him, smirking seductively.
"My god, Emma," he breathed. "I didn't know you could do that."
"Well then," she replied, while throwing the shirt off to the side. "You've got a lot to learn, Captain."
He growled.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over. She straddled him once again and reached beneath her to unlace his pants. He watched her as she did things to him he'd only ever dreamed about, and was in complete and utter bliss. Emma Swan was in his bed, straddling him, about to make love to him. He was sort of at a loss for words. Or you know, coherent thoughts.
She yanked his pants off without ceremony and flung them behind her. She couldn't say she was surprised to learn that he apparently was a "commando" kind of guy, considering how tight those damn leather pants were, but it did cause her to softly gasp in a moment of shock.
Regaining his voice, Killian said, "Oh, my darling Swan, before we continue this lovely coupling, might I just say, you, my dear, are far too dressed." With that he flipped her over yet again and began to slide down the length of her body. Emma stopped him, and he looked up at her, confused and a bit upset. "Coupling?" She scoffed. "Seriously?" Killian grinned at her. He leaned forward until his mouth was right beside her ear. "Indeed." He whispered. He continued to slide down her body and pushed her legs apart. She obliged and spread them farther. He slipped his hook into the left side of her lacy black thong, and with a flick of his wrist, he tore them right off of her. He flung the ruined panties behind him and stared in awe at Emma, who laid gloriously naked beneath him. He lowered his mouth to her hot and pulsating core and smirked at her once before pressing his mouth against it. She mewled, and at this sound, he began to work on getting her to come undone. His tongue laved against her and flicked at her clit. He used his mouth to suck on her clit, and as her sounds of pleasure increased, he took his hand and flipped her leg over his shoulder. Pleasantly surprised by the new angle, Emma moaned. At this pleased sound, Killian began to thrust his tongue in and out of her, while flicking at her clit with his thumb. He continued to fuck her with his tongue, and as she reached the brink of orgasm, he took it up a notch. Killian pulled his tongue out of her and immediately began to thrust two fingers inside of her, quickly pumping them in and out. He lowered his mouth to her clit once again and sucked. He curled his fingers inside of her and began hitting just the right spot each time. He moved faster and harder, until finally it became her undoing and she was a sweaty writhing mess under him.
When she came down from her high, Killian had just returned from the bathroom with a damp washcloth. He used it to clean her, and she noticed that his face was wet from washing.
Quite the gentleman, indeed.
"Oh, my god." She breathed, having not yet totally recovered from the previous activities.
He chuckled. "My, my Swan," he began, as he put the wash cloth aside. He looked at her with a heated gaze, one that appeared to be burning a hole through her body. Not that she minded. As long as he made her feel like that again, he could stare until she exploded, for all she cared. "And here, I've only just begun." He smirked.
He put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a searing kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around her own. He then began to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, much in the same motion he performed earlier on her core. He thoroughly pillaged her mouth, and then they both pulled back, breathless and needy from the kiss.
She reached between them and palmed him, causing him to gasp, sharply, and suddenly, the moment for being tentative was over. He positioned himself at her center and she raised her hips to meet his as he thrust into her in one smooth movement. He groaned loud and long as he filled her center with his length. She moaned as he pushed in all the way, and filled her completely. After a moment, he began to move, slowly and soft. He pulled out almost all the way, then pushed back in as far as he could go. Emma closed her eyes and threw back her head as he continued his ministrations. Killian noticed and grunted out, "Emma. Emma, look at me, love. Look at me."
She reluctantly peeled her eyes open and found him staring back at her. His eyes were bright blue and filled with lust, and apparently, her staring back at him just turned him on even more. He began to quicken the pace, and thrust in deeper and harder. Their bodies molded together as one, and the only sound in the small room was their screamed moans and the slapping of their skin.
"Oh my god, oh my god, OMIGOD!" Emma screamed as he hit her g-spot and continued to thrust quicker and quicker. Killian moaned, loud and primal in response.
"Mmm, like that, do you?" He smirked. She was too far gone to even consider a witty retort, and instead just bit down on his shoulder as hard as she could. He gasped and leaned forward to catch her lips in another searing kiss.
His hand reached down between them and flicked at her clit twice, and she was sent over the edge, shattering into a million pieces in one of the most mind-blowing orgasms she'd ever experienced. He thrust into her twice more, then followed her over the edge to the point of no return and collapsed atop her.
They lay there for a few moments, Emma stroking Killian's hair, as he lazily kissed her neck. They both smiled into the darkness. After a while, Killian leaned up and leisurely kissed her lips. She allowed herself to melt into the kiss. It continued for a minute or two, neither one daring to deepen it, content with the simplicity of it all. When he pulled back, he smiled at her. And it was not a smirk, nor was it a smug, I-just-got-laid type of smile. It was genuine. And he was happy.
The sight should have made her cringe. It should have made her run. But, for some strange reason, it...didn't.
"I love you." He said simply.
His eyes shone bright with love, and Emma realized just how much this all meant to him. He wanted to give her everything, and, though he wanted it, expected nothing in return. He had professed his love to her, just twenty minutes earlier and he hadn't even expected her to acknowledge his statement. She realized that this kind of love actually could exist. A kind of magical, follow-you-to-the-ends-of-the-earth, beautiful, broken love. She wasn't naive and foolish anymore, and she still was stubborn as hell. She isn't the easiest believer in miracles, fairytales, magic, or evil and vile villains, but, in this one moment, as he kissed her gently and then tucked her against his side, wrapping one arm around her waist tightly, pulling her to him, Emma Swan realized, that this, this she could believe in. She could believe in him.
...So there was that. *giggles like Rumpelstiltskin* The babies did the thing. Then he said the thing, and she was like, I think I feel it, too. Hehehe. So, I'm writing a Lost fic for Charlie and Claire, so keep your eyes open for it. Next chapter will begin with "The Morning After", so...that'll have some fun.
Musical inspiration: "Treacherous" by Taylor Swift, "All Of You" by Colbie Caillat, and Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years" but the elongated version from Breaking Dawn Part Two.
Oh, and by the way, Emma's default ringtone? It's "Blurred Lines". Mwhahahaha!