Emma slipped off Killian's Captain's coat for him and then hung it carefully from its peg in his room. Next, she unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his powerful shoulders, and laid it gently on the table.
She wanted the chance to undress them at her speed. She was a virgin, after all, and he readily agreed with her assessment of how it would help her set her own pace when she mentioned the idea. He refrained from telling her how sexy he found the idea of her undressing him.
Yet, removing his shirt had been like getting doused in cold water for her. "Milah," she whispered. "She must have been special for you to tattoo her name on your arm."
"I didn't want to forget her," Killian responded quietly.
"Did she die?" Emma asked, terrified that she was jealous of a dead woman or would end up heartbroken that Milah was still alive and around to cause problems.
Killian nodded. "I watched as her husband ripped out her beating heart in front of me. She's dead."
"Husband?" She squeaked out. "I d-don't understand."
He ran his eyes over the tattoo. "Because you're good. She ran from her husband and came to my bed. I fell in love with her, and we sailed together —for a time. He found us and destroyed her. Then he took my hand."
Emma stepped backward, and her breathing was coming in short bursts. "You love her."
Killian snorted and shook his head abruptly. "I did. But time has healed that wound. That and —well, she wasn't the faithful type. She wasn't faithful to him, and she wasn't with me either. I'm the only man she was sleeping with while she was on my ship. I just pretended I could overlook it at the time."
"Did she like your tattoo?" Emma asked, feigning a light tone.
"She never knew I had it. I got it after I watched her be killed. It prevented me from forgetting about her when I went to Neverland."
"Ah," she made herself say. She then pressed on, "It would have to be squid ink then."
"Aye," he replied. Killian had no idea how this conversation was going to go. He had forgotten about the tattoo. All he knew was that it couldn't go well. He was just waiting for when she would walk out the door.
"I can't go to your bed," she whispered. "Not while you have that tattoo."
And there it was. She was as good as gone now, and it broke his heart. He pushed through the ache he felt and said, "It's old, surely-"
Emma shook her head, cutting him off. "I have magic, Killian. I can't be with you. If you touch me with the ink —if it comes in contact with my skin, it will paralyze me."
He blinked down at the tattoo and frowned. "Can't we cover it?"
"Yes. We could do that." A tear slipped down Emma's cheek. "I will still know it's there. It isn't just the type of ink that would bother me."
"You know I've been with other women," he objected.
"Yes. But it's just this one woman that I now see I've already lost to. She obviously still matters to you."
"She cheated on me!" He barked out.
"Do you know what squid ink tattoos do?" She asked instead of commenting on what he said. She knew the cheating wouldn't stop his feelings for Milah now.
"Yes! It kept me from forgetting about her in Neverland. You know how that place works."
Emma let out a small sigh, "Partially, that is true. But actually, it keeps you from forgetting, period. You still think of her. You always will. That tattoo won't let you forget."
"But I am!" He objected. "I know now what she is, what she did. She abandoned her son. I get how messed up that was!"
"And yet you still care for her. You ensured that with that kind of ink! The squid ink doesn't just keep you from forgetting in Neverland. It keeps you from forgetting at all!"
Killian looked down at his tattoo and realized there was something supernatural about how he was still holding onto Milah's memory. Objectively she was a horrible wife, mother, and girlfriend. It made sense that something was helping him to hold onto his old feelings for her. Then he looked up at Emma, and his heart broke. The realization about the tattoo with Milah's name was wrecking her. She knew she couldn't fight the magic of the tattoo. To her, the battle was already lost.
"I'll find a way to destroy it," he vowed and then began scratching at his arm where the tattoo was. He saw clearly that he had to choose between a future with Emma and holding onto Milah's memory. And to him, it wasn't even a competition.
She watched in shock as he quickly bloodied his arm. He was scratching at the tattoo and gouging at his skin when he moved to grab a knife that spurred her into action.
"Don't! You'll hurt yourself."
"I'm hurting you," he muttered. "I want it gone. I've tried to get her out of my head, and now I find out that it's this damn tattoo that's been pushing me to remember her!"
Emma pulled his hand away and held it to keep him from cutting himself. "A witch could remove the ink. It would be easy. She wouldn't even have to be very powerful. You don't need to do that."
Killian grew still. "Could you do it?"
"I could, but I don't know if I should."
"Why?"
"Would you resent me if I tried to erase part of your past love?"
He shook his head. "I want the freedom to know my own mind. Please remove the ink and let me find out for myself."
Emma found an empty ink bottle in a box on the desk and used her magic to remove the ink from his arm into the bottle, seal it, and pretend to place it in her pocket. Really she sipped it into her magic hiding space. She didn't want to risk the ink spilling on her.
"Well?" She asked, terrified.
Killian couldn't answer. The relief of having the tattoo gone had overwhelmed him. He was free of the crippling self-loathing of holding onto his feelings for a woman so long after her death who couldn't be faithful to him while she was still alive. He didn't love her. Not anymore. He was free.
He finally gathered himself and then kissed her forehead. "You set me free. I don't think I've cared about her for a very long time, not really."
"What does that mean?" She asked nervously.
"That means you're all I see, just like I thought before. I had let her go in every way I could. The ink was only forcing me to remember that I had once cared for her. That didn't stop me from realizing how I feel about you."
Emma trembled in pleasure as he kissed down her neck. "Come to bed with me," he whispered against her skin.
She ran her hands over the muscles and scars on his chest, and he nipped at her ear. "I don't know what I'm doing. I'm afraid of being bad at this."
"Your touch," he moaned, reveling in her soft hands as they caressed him. "You already have me burning with desire, Emma."
She looked up into his eyes, and they held nothing but passion for her. It excited her. "Teach me. I want to please you."
"I don't suppose you know of a way to keep you from getting pregnant. That is my only regret. I don't want to have to worry about getting you with the child immediately."
Emma flushed with pride but said, "The spell to prevent pregnancy is easy. I have enough magic for that." She then muttered some words, her womb glowed briefly, and then the light faded. "There. It's done."
Killian grabbed her breast, and she moaned out in pleasure. He said, "You have no idea how glad I am that I can have you."
She shivered in pleasure as Killian pulled her dress off, impatient now with waiting for her to remove it herself. He ran the back of his pointed finger over her flat stomach. "Not that I don't want to see you round with my child. I just think we need time for your adventure first."
"Killian, I feel so hot. What's wrong with me?" She asked, unsure of herself.
"Not a damn thing," he whispered as he then began kissing along her collarbone. "You're perfect."
Emma felt her body react to his tone and his touches and pressed her core up against him. She didn't know what she was doing, but she understood her body's call to him. Whatever was happening was driving her wild.
Killian then paused his touching of her to pull off her underclothes and get her completely naked and exposed to him. "You are beautiful."
"I feel awkward," she admitted. "No one's seen me naked since I was three and had the unfortunate habit of taking off my clothes and running around naked."
He chuckled at that humorous look into her past. "I assure you that you have no reason to feel awkward. There isn't a woman out there that is as beautiful or as sexy as you are."
She blushed and shook her head. "That's not true."
"Not to sound like an ass about it, but I've had more experience with women than most men. It's true, Emma." He looked her in the eyes and saw she lacked confidence in herself. Quickly he decided to act in a way that kept her from overthinking things.
"Lay on the bed," he ordered. Since he was going to take action and work to overwhelm her, he wanted to get her to take this one step. It would let her know what came was all her choice and that she had some agency over her body. It pleased him to watch her listen and not hesitate.
As she lay there, he slid his right hand between her thighs and then his fingers between her slick folds. The apparent pleasure that his one little touch evoked excited him. He felt her get even wetter as he teased her clit.
"Emma, you have no idea how badly I want to pluck you."
With hooded eyes, she looked up at him and arched her back in pleasure. "Killian. Don't make me wait, please. I need to discover what my body aches for."
"Once I do this, you can't go back. Are you sure you want to give me your maidenhead?"
She locked eyes with him. "Yes. I'm sure."
He pulled back and stripped off of the rest of his clothes, leaving his brace on but removing the hook. He didn't want to upset her with his nub arm by taking it off.
Killian noticed once he was naked, she looked intimidated by the size of his cock. "I promise it will feel good. Well, after the initial pain."
He laid on top of her and eased his hard cock into her. As he did, he felt her tight wet pussy squeeze him and make him feel like he had found a home.
Home. That one little word flashed through his head. It triggered something in his memory, but he was too wrapped up in her care to work it out.
Killian then locked eyes with Emma and thrust his cock past her maidenhead. "Mine" slipped from his lips without thought. But once he heard the word, he knew he meant it with everything in him.
He felt his body trembling with desire now as he held still for a moment to let her adjust. But he couldn't last long that way. Quickly he was driving himself into her, and her moans of pleasure and screams of passion just encouraged him on.
Emma was awash in pleasure and lost to his lovemaking; she scratched his back, trying to hold on as he took her wildly. She felt the need to cling to him as she felt swept away in the passion between them.
Quickly she started moving with him. It only felt natural. Emma realized she didn't know what she was doing, but her body was driving her reactions, and by the sounds of his grunting, he seemed to be enjoying it too.
As Killian took her body and thrust into her, he knew she was his new addiction. Alcohol couldn't hold him when she was there in his life. Not when he could be lost in sex with her.
As Emma neared her end, and what that would mean she hadn't known, she screamed out loudly, begging for him. She just knew that her body wanted more —needed to be pushed further. She clung bodily to him while mentally she was sent into the atmosphere.
Killian felt her orgasm. Her walls fluttered around his cock, and it triggered him, making him shoot her full of his cum. He grunted out his release and collapsed on top of her.
"I can't move," he muttered. "Sorry if I'm squishing you."
Emma bit her lip hard, and tears raced to her eyes. After all that had just happened, her giving him her virginity, those weird words crushed her. She tried to blink away her tears so he wouldn't see them. Emma knew she would make a break for her room as quickly as possible so she could weep alone.
Bliss. Killian was utterly undone by what had just happened. She had taken all his strength, and for the first time in —ever, he felt vulnerable. If someone had come in and attacked at this very moment, he wouldn't have been able to come to their defense at all.
He kissed her shoulder and kept his eyes closed as he breathed in her sweet scent. He had no idea how even a woman managed to smell that good living on a ship.
Tell her.
He was annoyed his ship was talking to him right after sex, it felt like a massive invasion of privacy to him, and he almost argued with the Jolly Roger until he heard her next words.
She was a virgin. She needs to know.
Even to him, that made a lot of sense. So, with his eyes still closed and no idea that she had begun crying, he spoke. "Emma, I should be unnerved over how I feel right now. Sex has never been like that before. I should be upset." Emma's gut clenched, and she began feeling sick to her stomach. "That was the best sex of my life, and I've never felt so utterly as someone's mercy."
Having gained some strength back, he rolled off of her and looked at her and noticed the tears in her eyes. He caressed her cheek and asked tenderly, "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
"Was I… did I please you?" Unshed tears threatened to spill over.
He searched her eyes in confusion. "Yes. I told you that you did. I couldn't move afterward. I had to have squished you. Sorry about that."
She shook her head a tiny bit. "I don't understand. Was that supposed to be a good thing?"
He chuckled and kissed her nose. "I've never been so vulnerable with a woman as I am now. Not one. Sex with you was so amazing that I lost any control of my body afterward. It's a very good thing."
Emma furrowed her brows. "You said you should be upset."
"I did?" Killian shrugged and continued, "I probably am. I went hundreds of years without sex like that. I've never felt that close to someone in my life. It's upsetting that I had to wait so long."
Blushing, with clear dry eyes, she asked, "You'll want me again?"
He laughed out loud in shock at her question. "Crazy woman. You're my lover and the Captain's woman now. But no, I don't want you. I need you, Emma. I don't know what happened today, but I felt something shift. It got me to stop fighting against my pride. I. Need. You."
"Same," she whispered. Emma then added, "I had all these reasons why I didn't think we would work, and then this afternoon, they all disappeared. It's like I suddenly saw my path, and you were it. I need you too."
Lachesis laid back on the lounge chair that she occupied by the pool that evening. She had watched quite a lot of the actions of Killian and Emma lately, and one thing was clear to her —her sisters had both been very, very busy today.
Had she known how they would have both acted, she wouldn't have been pacing with worry earlier. She was proud of them, but of course, she couldn't say anything. No one could know what Clotho and Atropos had done. And if they all stayed quiet, there was no one to tell on them.
