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Chapter 6

"The ad in the paper wasn't kidding when it described the house being 'secluded'," Emma said as she maneuvered the bug down the narrow rode that sliced through the tall trees.

Killian gave her a glance. "Will that bother you? Being so far from town?"

"No," she answered honestly as she gently touched the brakes as they rounded a slight curve. "It definitely will be nice to come home to some peace and quiet whenever I'm lucky enough to get it."

"Good point."

"I don't even know if it will work," she said as she leaned forward in anticipation because she knew they were close. "Which is why I didn't want Henry to come…I don't want to get his hopes up unless I'm absolutely…"

Her voice trailed off when the bug suddenly busted through the small clearing. "Sure," she whispered as the quaint little house at the edge of the woods came into view.

They bumped over the small bridge that took them safely across the small creek that bubbled through and two dogwoods flanked on the other side. The road widened shortly after the bridge, turning into more of a driveway as it circled out and then around to the front of the house.

She stopped further back though, turning off the car and getting out to get a better look. Killian followed her lead as they both circled around to the front of the car, then leaning against the hood to get a good long look at the house.

"It needs work," Emma finally said as she cocked her head to the side. "But it has potential."

"It could use a fresh coat of pain and a nail…or two," Killian added when he noticed one of the shutters dangling from one of the windows. "But, aye…it has potential."

"There's a nice place for a flowerbed," Emma pointed out on either side of the porch leading to the front door. "I've never had much of a green thumb…but I can learn."

She looked over at Killian and smiled when she saw the confused look on his face. "It's an expression…it means your good at gardening and stuff."

"Ah," he said with a nod but then made a face. "This world has such odd expressions, but…I suppose it makes sense." He pushed off the hood and offered his hand. "Shall we have a look inside?"

She took his hand let him pull her fully on her feet, leaning into him when he hooked his arm through hers. The paved road turned to gravel as they turned to the right side of the circled driveway, their boots crunching under the rocks.

"When I went to get the keys from Belle after breakfast," she began as she rested her head on his shoulder. "She told me that Gold claimed no one has ever lived here…even during the first curse…it's weird, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's always been meant for you," he said as he placed his lips against the top of her head. "It was just waiting for you to realize Storybrooke is your home."

She smiled at that as they walked up the two steps leading to the porch, but when she unlocked the door…when she first stepped inside…a part of her wondered if he was right.

There was a small hallway when they first walked in, but after a few steps the room suddenly opened up as the light shown through the tall windows that decorated the back of the house. She could see the sea through those windows and her heart fluttered to her chest as she squeezed Killian's hand she didn't realize she was holding.

Their footsteps echoed as they walked across the hardwood floors as both of them took it all in. A cold, empty stoned fireplace begged to be lit, so she let go of Killian's hand and walked over to it.

Killian slowly followed her, watching in fascination as she closed her eyes and held out her hands. When the fire roared to life, giving the cold, empty room that comforting warmth, she spun to him and smiled smugly. "Show off," he teased as he touched her nose with his finger.

She just giggled as she spun back around, taking in the large room that would be the den and already was picturing where she'd put her furniture. "Nice view," she said as she walked over to the sliding glass door leading out to the back. "Let's have a look."

She slid open the door and they both walked out onto the raised porch that stretched out the length of the back of the house. There was plenty of room for patio chairs, tables and a grill…she pictured her friends and family here…during Fourth of July as kids ran around with sparklers and meat sizzling on the grill.

"It's perfect," Emma said with a sigh as she walked to the railing of the porch, looking out at sea.

Killian came up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist as he perched his chin on her shoulder. "It's yours."

She smiled gently as she placed her hands over his hand and hook that rested at her belly. "We haven't even seen the bedrooms yet."

"It doesn't matter," he said, placing a kiss on her cheek. "This house belongs to you…I sensed it the moment we stepped inside."

"So did I."

They stayed like that for a moment, looking out at the water together as his arms protected her from the chilled wind that whipped around them. When he felt her shiver he immediately tightened his grip and she responded by turning around, cradling her arms in front of her so they were trapped cozily between them.

"Let's get back inside, out of the wind…you're bloody freezing."

"So are you." She tilted her chin up to smile at him. "You might want to think about a wardrobe change."

He lifted a brow. "You don't like the leather, Swan?"

"I like it just fine," she said as she gave the lapels of his jacket a little tug. "I'm just saying you might be a tad more comfortable in a wool sweater…or a scarf…you'd look hot in a scarf."

"Isn't that the point of a scarf?" he asked. "To fight off the cold? To be hot?"

She blinked up at him for a moment, but then busted out laughing when she realized what he meant.

"Did I say something humorous?"

Enjoying him, she happily pulled him down for a long, hard, smacking kiss. "I'm definitely getting you one," she said as she lead him back inside. "Maybe I'll try to find the time to do some shopping for you when I go back to New York."

"What?" he asked as he closed the door behind them. "You're going back to New York?"

"Relax," she said, noticing the slight panic in his voice. "Just for a few days." She wandered over to the kitchen and Killian followed. "My apartments paid up for a couple of more months since I was so convinced I'd be back, so…I have to deal with that."

She paused to run her gloved hand over the smooth marble of the counter. "I have a lot of packing to do and I'm sure Henry will want to say a proper goodbye to his friends."

"But you'll come back," he said slowly as he circled around the kitchen island, meeting her on the other side.

"Of course I will," she assured him and then smiled as she reached up and circled her arms around his neck. "You could also come with us."

"To New York?" He pursed his lips and made a small sound of uncertainty. "Can't say I've had much luck in that place, but…I suppose you and Henry could change that."

She grinned. "I could definitely show you around…treat you like a real tourist. I'd put you to work, though…Henry and I have a lot of stuff to pack up, so we could definitely use a…"

"Don't," he warned playfully as he lifted a brow.

Her lips curved as she went up on her toes for a kiss. "So you'll come with us?"

He reached up to pinch the tip of her chin. "Of course I'll come with you, love…I'd go crazy in this town without you."

She cupped the sides of his face, stroking his scruff gently and then meeting him half way when he swooped in for a kiss. She opened for him, moaning softly at the feel of his tongue sliding sensually with hers as he cleverly backed her up against refrigerator.

They broke away, breathless as lips flirted before they changed angles and went in for more. Her fingers slid through his hair while she eagerly hiked up let as she lifted her hips urgently against his. He groaned into her mouth, tucking his hook under her calf and lifting it up higher as he pressed his hard body against hers.

They finally pulled a part, panting and clinging to each other as he dropped his forehead to hers. "The things you do to me, Swan," he murmured with his eyes closed.

She let out a breathless laugh as she gripped the lapels of his jacket. "Right back at you, Hook."

He let out a defeating moan as he dropped his head to her shoulder, sighing when her fingers began to shift through his hair. "We should probably move along…or I'll give in to my desire and take you right here…up against this…" He tapped his hook against the solid surface. "What is it called again?"

"Refrigerator," she answered, chuckling softly as she gently pushed him back. "Let's go see the rest of the house…" She wrapped her fingers around his necklace, circling them around as she tugged him along. "Before I take you up on that enticing offer," she murmured against his lips before walking backwards, sliding the chain through her fingers before it landed back against his chest.

He let out a painful groan as she walked out of the kitchen, giving him a little grin over her shoulder.

"Don't tempt me, Swan."

She just chuckled as she disappeared around the corner. "Come on, Killian…let's check out the bedrooms."

He lifted a brow as he went after her. "Indeed…let's."