I do not own Once Upon a Time.

I'm back. Again. As previously stated, the location changed and I made it work, took me a while to fall in love with them as people, but I did. And I fell HARD. Hope you to too.


June

She was ready for a quiet if not boring night at home. No crazy weekend plans for her and she was fine with it.

A knock at the door confused her, she didn't have any deliveries scheduled. Who or what could it be?

She opened the door and her mouth dropped.

Captain Killian Jones stood there, in her world. He was just as handsome as she remembered.

And he was just as confused as she was. "Sorry lass, I must have the wrong door..."

"No, you don't..."

He recognized her voice. "Apologies love, you look..."

"Comfortable." She had on yoga pants, college sweatshirt, her hair was up in bun, and she wore glasses. "I look comfortable."

"Yes, you do." He agreed.

There was an awkward silence between them. "You want to come inside?" she offered.

"Yes please." He entered and she wondered if any neighbors saw.

"How are you here?" She asked.

"Same way you came to the Enchanted Forest."

"Doubtful, but sure, why not. Why are you here?"

"You know exactly why. It has been two months, I missed you." Killian stepped closer to her, his scent filled her nostrils, the rum, leather and sea air. "You visited the past two times. Figured I should return the favor."

"How considerate of you."

"Well, I am a gentleman."

"I beg to differ on that." She scoffed.

"Do you? Do you want to beg?" She looked up at him, her expression was unreadable. "You seem uneasy."

You are in my realm. You are actually in my home."

"Yes."

"There's my time with you. Then there's my life here". She used her hands to demonstrate the two parts. "My worlds are colliding and it's just odd."

"I'm part of your secret life."

"Something like that. I'm not married, I don't have kids. You are really good sex, an escape from my life."

"It shouldn't always and only be you seeking me out when you want me. I should be able to seek you out when I want you." Killian touched her cheek. "Like you said, two-way street."

"I did say that."

"Should I leave?"

"No, just give me a moment to adjust. You want something to drink? You say you are a gentleman, I'm a good hostess."

"Rum?"

"Fresh out sadly. I should have some scotch my uncle gave me when I moved in." He followed her to her living room. "Make yourself at home." She went to the bar and poured some into a glass and poured some white wine for herself.

"Thank you." He took the glass from her; they clicked glass and drank. He made a face. "You really drink this stuff?"

"Only when I have a bad day This is my usual drink." She held up her wine glass and offered him a sip. "Doesn't burn on the way down."

"It's sweet." Killian looked around the apartment. "So, this is home? All of this is yours? No one lives with you?"

"Yes, two bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, small balcony. Just me here. I like to entertain family and friends when I can."

"Any gentleman callers?"

"A lady never tells."

Her cell phone rang, and she quickly answered it. "Hey, what's up? No, sorry not tonight. I have some stuff I have been meaning to do. Another time, promise. Bye." And hung up.

"Catching up on some things you have been meaning to do?" He asked.

"Well, my original plan was to reorganize my kitchen." She told him.

"I can think of better things to do."

That got the fire burning in her. "So can I." She stepped forward to hold the lapels of his jacket and brushed her lips across his. "I'm going to change into something different."

She walked off to her bedroom where she pulled her hair out of the bun, shook her head. Was this really happening? Killian was in her apartment, and they were going to have mind blowing sex. Well, maybe she should introduce him to some fun outfits in the bedroom. She took her clothes off. She slipped into a lacy blush two piece that consisted of a flyaway top and thong. Her glasses went back in the case and she put her contacts in.

After one more look in the mirror for approval, she returned to the living room.

Killian sat on her sofa, coat removed and on the coat rank in the hallway, and he cautiously held the glass. She cleared her throat to get his attention.

He whistled when he saw her. "No gentleman callers?"

"Maybe I dress like this for me."

"Maybe you do. You look stunning."

She beckoned him closer, and he followed her to the bedroom that was only lit from the hallway light and the slow glow from the outside. "You are so lucky it's the weekend."

"What's a weekend?"

"Means I don't have to work tomorrow."

"You have days off?" He sounded surprised.

"Two days a week."

He nodded and surveyed the room, eyes falling on the bed. "So, this is where you spend your nights dreaming of me?"

"Yes, right here. Though tonight I won't have to dream."

"No, you won't." He pushed her against the wall and captured her wrists, bringing them high above her head. "Remember our first encounter? How we watched ourselves in the mirror? Do you remember how my fingers danced over your skin and in and out of your body? How many times you crashed over the edge? And the last time, all the different locations and positions we took advantage of? How amazing my mouth felt on your body? How amazing your mouth felt on me? How much you needed me?"

"Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?" She pushed her hips into his.

"All in due time. It's going to be a slow night, slow and gentle. I'm going to get you soaking by barely touching you."

"Do your worse."

He gently kissed her under the ear and placed s lingering kiss on her neck. She hummed in appreciation.

He lightly brushed the curve of his hook across her breast. The cold made her gasp. "Missed this." He said.

"Missed you, all of you."

"Good. Missed you too."

"Doesn't seem like you do." She arched into his touch.

"Impatient."

"With you, always."

"Fine, just a little taste." He leaned forward to gently kiss her lips, she followed his lead and stroke his lips with her tongue.

He took his hand back but used his hook to keep her hands above her head. His hand touched her stomach, tracing small circles.

She sighed and moved her head. His head traveled down to her chest and her lace covered breasts. All he did was blow and her toes curled.

"Don't stop." She murmured.

"Wouldn't dream of it. What would happen if I pulled this ribbon?"

"Pull and find out."

He used his teeth to loosen the tie at her breast. He gently nibbled at her nipple through the lace fabric, one at a time until they hardened. Then his mouth went to her right breast, above her heart and sucked hard. She writhed under his mouth, knowing he was marking her. He let go with a pop.

His hand sank lower to her stomach where the circles continued. He released her wrists and her arms fell to his shoulders.

"Wet enough for me, lass?"

"See for yourself." She brought his hand down to push herself flush against him.

His eyes widened, her lace bottoms did nothing to cover her backside. "Bloody hell."

She had to agree, the bungle in his pants pressed against her lace covered core and she moaned. "Wet enough for you, Captain?"

His hand traveled lower to stroke her folds. "Almost."

"Let me help you with that." She led him to the bed. And he got a good look at her ass.

"Strip." She was calm in her order though inside she was burning. She needed to touch and be touched.

His pants, vest, shirt and boots came off and fell to the floor. He lay down on the bed and she took a moment to just stare at his naked body. "How are you real?"

"Same way you are." He held his arms out to her. She climbed into bed next to him. Her hand reached up to turn on a string of lights over the bed.

"These remind me of firefly cove back in the Enchanted Forest." He said.

"Maybe you can take me there."

They faced each other, her top barely staying close, no one complained. She touched his face and kissed him, it wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough either.

She moved to be on top of him and rolled her hips, dragging her wet folds over his hard cock. "Only you can get me this wet. Whether it's your words, your hand, your tongue. Only you."

His hook and hand rested on her waist. The friction was growing, and he felt her getting wetter and wetter with each movement.

Finally, he flipped her over, pulling one of her legs over his shoulders, moved her panties to the side and pushed into her entrance.

They were one and they knew it.

They moved in unison and enjoyed the high they were approaching together. His thrusts were planned and calculated, not rushed and rough like earlier encounters.

There was something different about this meet up.

She shuddered as he emptied himself into bed and she reached her own high.

He rolled off of her. "Missed you."

"Now that feels right." She agreed.

"What is the plan for the other rounds?"

"Don't know beyond that I am not using my own hand."

"But I enjoy the view." He almost whined.

"I have the real thing right here."

"Very true, you like my hand better."

"You want to take a shower?" His confusion made the decision for her. "We are taking a shower." She took his hand and led him to the bathroom. He watched in fascination as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.

"It's like it's raining inside." He observed.

"Something like that. She removed her top and panties and stepped inside the shower. "Join me."

Killian didn't need an invitation. He removed the brace and followed her. "It's hot." He remarked.

"Just how I like it." She stepped under the shower head and let the water wash over her body, her hair clung to her breasts. She began to cover herself with soap bubbles under Killian's darkening eyes.

"I thought you were going to use your hand."

"You want to take over?"

He took the loofah and made sure every inch of her was covered with bubbles. Then he pushed her back under the water and watched them run them down her body. "Stunning."

She pulled him under the shower head and was mesmerized as the water traveled down his hard chest.

"Like what you see, lass?"

"Very much."

He turned her around, pressing her back to his chest. His hand went to her wet breasts and caressed it while she sighed under his touch. He used a combination of motions that started the desire in her again.

His hand drifted lower, her breath hitched. She knew where he was headed. He was gentle as he stroked and rubbed her bundle of nerves.

She moaned and put her arm behind his head, bringing his ear to her mouth. "Don't be gentle this time."

He sucked a mark on her neck and his fingers twirled tight circles. Killian sank two fingers into her, curling them, pumping in and out.

"Yes, yes, yes." It didn't take long for her release to wash over her. Killian removed his hand and before she was able to collect her thoughts, he pumped himself to his release.

"Sorry I should have done that for you." She did feel bad.

"There wasn't time."

"You want food?"

"Yes, need to refuel. And to make it through the future rounds."

She turned off the water and he shook the water from his hair. She gave him a fluffy navy towel and he wrapped it around his waist.

She wrapped another towel under her arms and went back to the bedroom. She removed the towel to dry her body and then bent over to dry her hair.

"I thought you said we were going to eat." He said.

"In a moment."

"I do see something I want to eat though."

She inhaled sharply. "Real food first. Red, black or white?"

"You are putting on clothes? That would ruin the view."

"I'll make sure you like what I'm wearing."

"Fine. Red."

She pulled on a super low cut barely there lace dress with matching panties. "Still can see everything?"

"Thankfully." His hook brushed a lace covered nipple. "One wrong move and..." He made a popping sound with his mouth.

"Let's not make any wrong moves then."

"Love, with you, no move is ever wrong."

She smiled and grabbed his hand to take him to her kitchen. "I had a small gathering last night, so I have leftovers: cheese platter, spring rolls, pigs in a blanket..."

"Pigs in a blanket?"

"Little hot dogs in pastries."

"Dog?" He suddenly sounded horrified.

"It's not a real dog, that's just what they call it."

She pulled the food trays out but only picked at the food, having eaten earlier. Killian. carefully sampled everything on the kitchen island. She watched him over the rim of her wine glass, his scotch abandoned in the living room.

Before she could stop him, Killian bit into the lonely hot pepper on the plate.

He yelped in surprise and attempted to fan his mouth. "Hot, very hot."

Her giggle quickly turned into a full-blown laugh, but she took pity on him and poured him a glass of milk.

He quickly downed it. "You could have warned me. You like watching me suffer."

"I didn't tell you to eat it. Don't blame me."

His mouth opened a few times. "I still taste it." He grabbed her and kissed her, trying to share the pain.

"I can handle the heat." She whispered against her lips. "You do need another glass though." She poured more and he gratefully drank it. "Better?"

"Much. I can't taste it anymore."

"So, you can't handle the heat, can you handle the cold?"

"You sound like you want to find out."

"Let me put the food away first." She smiled and went to the freezer. She pulled out an ice cube and went back to him. She touched it to the hollow of his throat and he hissed.

She blew on the wetness and he growled. "Keep going."

She continued to move the cube across his chest and along the top of the towel still wrapped around his waist. She blew gentle breaths, the hair on his arm stood up.

"Anything else I can do for you, Captain?"

"Allow me to return the favor." She nodded, handing him the cube. He pushed her glass and their plates to one side. "Up on the counter." She pulled herself to sit on the edge.

He started exactly where she had with him, she hummed.

The cube went along the edge of her neckline as did his gentle breaths. "What would happen to this outfit if it got wet?"

"I have more."

"I want to see all the options."

"Get to work and you will."

"One wrong move it is then." He used his hook to move the lace covering her breast and she shivered.

The cube circled her nipple and it hardened. He blew and a gasp escaped her lips. The cube then dropped to her stomach, soaking the lace in the process. A chill came over her, partly because of the ice. He blew on her skin, the heat through the lace to the wet was enough to drive her mad.

"You like the new sensations, don't you? I like the sounds you make." The cube traveled lower to her hips and the apex of her thighs. He leaned in close. "Are you wet because of what I'm doing to you?" He asked against her lips.

"Yes. You have a talent for turning me on."

"Do you want more?" And he did something positively sinful with his lips.

"Yes."

"Change your outfit."

"What? Now?" When she was on fire and dripping, he was making her wait?

"Yes."

"You know if I want, I'll finish myself off." There was a solution to her problem.

"But you wouldn't."

"And why not, pray tell?"

"Because I'm right here. And I'm much better than you hand."

"Bastard." He had a point. But she did hop off the counter and walked to her bedroom. She forced herself not to touch her sensitive skin as she peeled her outfit off. A wicked smile crossed her face as she changed into something else.

She returned to the kitchen. "Better?"

He looked up at her. "Bloody hell." He took in the sight before him. She stood there wearing a black lace bra that barely covered her breasts, black sheer stockings and black heels that made her legs look longer. "You seem to be missing some fabric there, love." His lustful eyes rested on the bare skin between her legs.

"Well, you did say you wanted to eat something. Just making it easier for you."

"Aye, I did. Going to reward you for this."

She walked over to him and sat on the counter. He pulled her right to the edge and gently made her lie back. His head disappeared between her legs. His nose skimmed her mound and she shuddered. His hot breath on her skin electrified her soul.

Her hand found his head, coaxing him to devour her. "Make me fall apart." She murmured.

He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue licked a long strip between her folds before taking her bundle of nerves into his mouth. He rolled and sucked to match her shallow breaths.

"Right there." She whispered.

Then something cold touched the inside of her knee and she jerked. He didn't complain, he just threw her leg over his shoulder, ignoring the sharpness of her heel.

He pulled away from her core to suck on her inner thigh, hard enough to mark her. "So, you don't forget."

His tongue went back to her dripping core and worked her higher and higher, enjoying the sounds that came from her.

When he knew she was at the edge, he pulled his face away and stood up. He wanted to see exactly what he did to her.

Her chest rose in gasps and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes focused on him, wrecked, not stated, a little angry. "Get over here." She commanded.

She heard the towel drop to the floor. He climbed up onto the counter and pressed his body to hers. "You are absolutely stunning, Sabine."

The sound of her name, the way it rolled off his tongue was earth shattering.

He lined himself up with her dipping core and slid in. He barely had to thrust, watching, hearing and tasting her had almost been enough for him. She clenched her walls around him, and he moved his hips to bring her to completion.

Killian rested on his elbows as not to crush her. "I liked the ice."

She giggled. "Thought you would. I think we need a nap before the next round."

"That sounds great. Can you stand?" He rolled off of her.

She attempted to stand on her own two feet but couldn't support her weight. Killian gathered her in his arms, cleaned the both of them with the towel and carried her to bed. Her heels fell off somewhere in the hallway.

He placed her under the sheets and crawled in behind her. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am more than alright, maybe a little overwhelmed." She unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor.

"You sure about another round?"

"One more, at least. Any requests?"

"More ice and a different outfit. You?"

"Rough." She answered.

"I'll see what I can do. Sleep."


Killian woke up at the crack of dawn and went to the kitchen. He returned with a few ice cubes in a cup. He pressed a kiss to her neck, and she began to stir.

"Morning already?" She asked sleepily.

"Aye, barely."

She rolled over to face him. "Question, how did you know my name? Pretty sure I never told you."

"There was a very official document framed on your wall."

A goofy smile bloomed on her face. "Well nice to know my degree did something good for me."

"Degree?"

"Bachelor of Science in astronomy with a minor in physics. And a master's in physics and I'm currently working on my PhD."

"So, you like the stars?"

"In layman's terms yes."

"Explains this then." He touched her hip where she had a small tattoo. "Noticed it earlier."

"We are usually in the dark, aren't we? Got this a few years ago, it's the sun sign of.., someone I cared about." She kissed him gently on the mouth, the conversations getting quite personal. "Next round?"

"Yes, you need a change of outfit. Can I get a say this time?"

"No more surprises?"

"Just want to know what my options are."

"Fine." She rolled out of bed and went to a drawer of the dresser. He sat on the edge of the bed; sheet wrapped around his waist. "We have a few lacey teddies, nothing special."

"What do you wear in bed when you think of me?"

Her eyes darted and she held up a corset. "This on top, it squeezes me just as tight as your hand."

"And on the bottom?"

"Nothing." She winked and looked down at the sheet. "Is someone getting aroused?"

"Your mouth gets dirtier every time I see you."

"You enjoy it."

"I do." He had to agree. "Other opinions?"

"Cut out black dress, very tight, some lacy two-piece outfits..."

"Anything navy?"

"Random color choice."

"Navy suits you."

"You are in luck; I have one navy piece here." She pulled out a sheer dress that consisted of a thin ribbon as the top.

"That one, definitely that one."

"Anything on the bottom?"

"Up to you."

"I'll skip them. Close your eyes. Some of this should be a surprise."

He did as he was told. She slipped out of her stockings and pulled the soft dress over her head. It barely coveted her ass and the back rested low on her waist.

"Open." She stood at arm's length from him.

His blue eyes opened and widened as he drank in the sight. Apart from the thin vertical ribbon covering her nipples, her breasts were completely exposed to him. He let out a low whistle.

"You really like these, don't you?" She pushed her breasts together.

"I like the way you look when I touch them, the noise you make when I lick them." He just wanted to reach out and pressed his face between them.

"I do like the way you touch them, give them the proper attention. I like how you caress every inch of me." She took a step closer, their knees touched. "You make me feel alive."

He stared into her eyes and touched her chin. "I love touching you, feeling every curve. I need to memorize you for the time we are apart."

She smiled and brought his hand to her breast. "Do what you want."

His thumb glided along the underside. Her eyelashes fluttered, the touch was so soft and gentle, but it was powerful enough to light a fire in her.

He brought his face close and ran his tongue between her breasts. "Come back to bed."

He didn't have to insist. She crawled onto the bed after him. She hovered over him, the hair on his chest teased her nipples.

He reached over and took a cube and touched it to the back of her neck. She hissed at the cold but enjoyed it.

The cube traveled down her spine and back up. Killian then ran the ice across his lips, and he placed a cold but gentle kiss on her throat. She whimpered.

The cube again went down her spine and kept going along her backside to her folds. She arched her hips at the cold. "Thinking you need help getting me wet?"

"Adding to the experience. Is it working?"

"You should fondle me, like this." She took his hand and cube and together they squeezed and caressed her breasts. "And there should be some teasing." She let the tip of his cock brush her. Her hips slowly rocked over him, and they switched breasts.

She moaned, her core now on fire.

Suddenly he dropped the cube and flipped her on to her back. "You told me you wanted rough."

"Yes, I did."

He pressed her into the mattress. "I want you to scream my name."

She nodded.

He rammed into her, all the way to the hilt with no sense of gentleness. She screamed her pleasure, not caring if the neighbors heard.

He pounded into her, again and again, feeling her clench around him.

"Harder." She cried. He grabbed her hips, forcing them to change the angle and took her deeper. She met him thrust for thrust, giving him as good as he gave her.

"Killian!"

His name was ripped from her sou. That was what made him convulsed, finally hearing his name fall from her lips. But he didn't stop, didn't slow down. He needed her to be completely wrecked. "One more time, Sabine."

Her body spasmed violently and she fell back to the bed limply. She struggled to catch her breath.

He gently slid out of her, and she hissed at the action on her aching core.

He collapsed next to her. "Still with me, love?"

"I think so."

"Rough enough?"

"Definitely. Going to feel that one for a while." Work on Monday was not going to be fun.

"Good. What do you want to do now?"

"Lay here for a few hours, then breakfast."

"I like how you think. He gathered her in his arms, and they fell back to sleep.


She woke up before he did and took a quick shower. She pulled on a short plaid dress with matching shorts. The pirate was still there, but she was done with lace and sexy outfits she just wanted to be comfortable.

It might have been the smell of food that woke Hook up and brought him to the kitchen. "Something smells good."

"It's just eggs." She stirred the eggs in the pan.

I wasn't talking about the food."

She turned to face him, and her jaw dropped. He was standing there naked. "You need to put clothes on."

"Why?"

"Because I'll do things to you. We both need a break." She answered-o-factly.

"If the lady insists." He went back to the bedroom and returned wearing his leather pants and shirt. "Better?"

"For now." She put a plate on the island with the eggs and a bowl of fruit. She poured two glasses of orange juice. "Need to make sure you don't get scurvy."

"Thank you for thinking about my health. No alcohol?"

"Not this early, unless it's a Mimosa or a Bloody Mary."

They ate in silence unless she asked. "Are you heading back soon?"

"Not soon, my crew can handle me being away for another day."

"Good though I do actually have things to do around the apartment and be productive this weekend. Maybe an afternoon delight?"

"I'll work around your schedule."

They spent the rest of the morning and afternoon reorganizing the kitchen, breaking only for lunch. Killian lent a hand as not to feel useless. He didn't know how any of the appliances worked but he was happy for the lesson on everything.

The late afternoon found them curled up on the chaise lounge in the living room. A warm fire lit the room up.

"You just press a button and there is instantly a fire? I have to use sticks and leaves and rocks." He was floored by her electric fireplace.

"Wonders of the modern world, like the washing machine."

Sabine read from a textbook, and he did the same from over shoulder.

He waited for her to finish the chapter before nudging her ear with his nose. "I believe you said something about an afternoon delight." He whispered.

She smiled and closed the book, placing it on a side table. "I did, any requests?"

"Slow and gentle, no fancy outfits, just you and me."

"I like that." She rolled to face him and kissed him. He responded to her gentle lips and tongue. His arms went around her, holding her tight, as if never wanting to let her go.

"Shirt off." She whispered.

He pulled away and she helped him take the shirt from his body. She gently ran her fingertips over the hard planes of his chest, touching every scar.

The way she was looking at him made his heart want to burst. Killian touched her cheek. "So beautiful." He took her hand and placed it over his beating heart.

Desire began to grow in her, but she let it simmer as she went back to kissing him and running her hands over his body. His hand went up and down her thigh.

"Pants off." She murmured, moving to stand up.

He moved to pull his legs out of his pants. His hand then reached out to touch the waistband of her shorts. "Same for you." He used his teeth to pull them down along with her panties. He placed a gentle kiss to the apex of her thighs. "On top. I want you to ride me."

She sighed in anticipation and moved to climb on top of him. "Legs up here, lass." He touched his shoulders.

Sabine nodded and moved to sit on him, impaling her ready core onto his hard cock. She moaned and rolled her hips.

"Let me touch you." She obliged him, drawing his hand under her dress to gently caress her breasts, nails scraping lightly. She pulled the dress off, bearing everything to him. He brought his hook up and ran the cold curve over her breasts.

"Feels so good." She began to rock back and forth on her heels for some added friction, but she knew she wanted more. She took his hand and led it down; her other hand parted her folds. "Play with me."

Together they rubbed and stroked, she rocked her hips to the speed she needed. He peppered her ankles with kisses. His fingers drew tight circles that made her see stars.

"Right there." She said, he wasn't sure she meant his fingers or his cock, but he picked up the pace with both.

She brought her hands up to her breasts and twisted the nipples hard.

She came in a flash of white light. What Killian saw and felt was enough to fall over the edge. His hand stilled and he went limp.

She sighed. "That was good."

"Aye, I liked the view."

They didn't move for a while, his hook going up and down her leg.

They didn't have any more rounds planned for the evening, they had dinner and crawled into bed layer that night.


As with them, plans go off course.

The room was still dark when she began to stir, she felt lips on her ribs.

"Shhh love, just relax."

His lips continued to travel down, and she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for his warm tongue. Her crash came quickly, and she drifted back to sleep.

They agreed on one more round before he had to return to his ship and his realm. The location was against a tall window with only a curtain hiding their passion from the world. She decided on one more outfit, a white bodystocking that covered everything except her breasts and where they were blissfully joined. His movements over her body were calculated and quickly brought her almost to the brink twice before finally letting her fall over and following her.

He got dressed reluctantly and she put on a robe over her body. She walked him to the door. They only shared a single passionate kiss in the hallway before he walked away.

Sabine stood in her doorway with a stated grin on her face. She saw that a neighbor had seen her visitor leave. All she did was smile and wave.


She got a name, had issues choosing something pretty yet short. Sabine is not a connection to Tiana in season 7, I just really like the name.

In my mind, they have true feelings for each other (I'm a hopeless romantic) and Hook will choose to stay in the modern world with her. To all the Captain Swan fans, this is Wish Hook before meeting Gothel. So, there is no Alice/Tilly. Which is sad because I like her.

This story taught me an important lesson about myself. I am not capable of writing sex scenes with no backstory or character development. The reader might not want or care to know career plans of characters. But I need to. The reoccurring question going through my mind during these three chapters was "How did she get to the Enchanted Forest?" Followed by "How did Killian get to the modern world?" Then "How can she afford this apartment if she is swimming is student debt?"

Hence, I might be able to turn this into a non-smut original story. Eventually, at some point. Like I have no current writing projects. (HA HA, just my second original story in a big series.)

In the meantime, I am considering a chapter 4 of random scenes: meetups, hookups, sweet scenes, etc. and a happy ending and explanation of the realm jumping, which led to a much bigger fish. There are flashbacks into her past love life. Look for it in the upcoming months.

Thoughts?

Really need to get back to work on a complete draft of my second original story.

Update- like I said in chapter 1, there is MUCH MORE coming. 15 chapters plus an epilogue.