Author's note: Here it is! The start of the sequel to Unlocked. If you read that, then you have a good idea of what this universe is about. This is a polyamorous Killian/Emma/Liam story with lots of plot and dirty smut. If that's your thing, enjoy! If not...that's okay too. :) This picks up shortly after the end of Unlocked.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Part 1

"You're late," Ruby said, as Emma sat at the table.

"Sorry, the building manager would not shut up," Emma complained, smoothing her skirt. She hated wearing it, but since she was trying to look like a confident businesswoman she thought she'd give it a try.

Ruby sipped on her drink. "Well, Mary Margaret's late too, so no worries. Does this mean you got it then? Your visa?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah, finally. Does it usually take this long?" She applied just after Christmas, after making the decision to stay in London permanently. Ruby had lived there longer than Emma; they had naval men in common, which delighted Ruby to no end.

Ruby shrugged. "Depends. Didn't the boys put in a good word for you?"

"I asked them not to. I want to do this on my own."

"There's no shame in accepting a little help, you know."

"I can handle it, always have." Emma knew she was being stubborn—having had this exact same discussion with Killian and Liam at least twice—but she couldn't help it. Her work was the one thing she'd always had; she wanted to earn her way on her own merits, not because of who she was dating. She would wait her turn, like everyone else.

But more than once she wondered if someone had tried to stall her application on purpose, especially since the ball. The outing of her relationship with the Jones brothers to most of the top navy brass worried her. More than for her lovers than herself. Still, as the weeks went on, she wondered.

It didn't matter now. She had her visa and could officially start working. In fact, she'd been out that morning looking at offices from the listings the boys had given her on Valentine's Day. Which was why she was late for her weekly lunch date with Ruby and Mary Margaret.

The waiter came by and took Emma's drink order; they decided to wait for Mary Margaret to order food. Ruby chattered on about her boyfriend, Victor, who was a Navy doctor. They just moved in together and Ruby was very happy about it.

"Did you change anything when you moved into Liam and Killian's place?" Ruby asked.

Emma cocked her head. "Why would I do that?"

"No offense to them, but it did have a bachelor pad kind of feel. But I've only been there once."

Emma looked thoughtful. "I like our place. All they did was clean out a room for me and buy a new bed for our bedroom."

Ruby smirked. "Our bedroom? Emma, who do you sleep with?"

Emma had learned to take Ruby's attempts at wheedling gossip about her relationship in stride. "Why are you asking a question that you already know the answer to?"

Ruby's grin widened, green eyes twinkling. "I knew it! You all sleep in the same bed!" Luckily, her voice was an excited whisper, otherwise Emma was prepared for drastic measures.

"So?" Emma was very content with her sleeping arrangements, having the two men who loved her most in the world on either side of her.

"Come on, Emma. You can't blame a girl for being curious. It's not something you see every day."

Emma sipped her wine. "I know. But we're happy."

"I'll bet you are."

Emma was spared further interrogation by the arrival of Mary Margaret. The dark haired woman was beaming, looking happier than Emma had ever seen her. "I have the best news!" she cried.

"Is this news related to you being late?" Ruby said with a knowing grin.

"Ruby Lucas!" Mary Margaret admonished. "For your information, the Tube got delayed. Something about a search. I wasn't paying attention." She sat on Emma's left side still grinning like a fool.

"Too busy staring at the rock?" Emma asked, her gaze falling to the ring on Mary Margaret's left hand.

"What?" Ruby screeched. She was so loud that a few other customers stared at them. Ruby blushed and sat, turning to face her friend. "He finally asked you?"

Mary Margaret couldn't stop grinning. "Yes! Oh, it was so romantic!" Her enthusiasm got interrupted by the return of their waiter; Emma took it upon herself to order their food. Ruby and Mary Margaret were already talking a mile a minute. She knew them well enough by now, these new friends of hers. Being with Killian and Liam hadn't just brought her a family, a home, but she'd found friends to confide in, something she hadn't had since she was a teenager.

Emma mostly listened as Mary Margaret told the tale of how her boyfriend David proposed. She did not exaggerate; it was romantic. A private dinner and dance at one of London's most exclusive restaurants, a walk along the Thames. Getting down on one knee. Emma used to think that kind of thing wasn't real, that it was only in TV or the movies. But it was. Killian and Liam were very romantic; even Emma couldn't help but melt under their sincere attention and love.

"Let's see it!" Ruby cried, as Mary Margaret brushed away a happy tear. Emma was thrilled for her; she and David were a great couple, genuinely good people and Emma hadn't met very many of them in her life. Mary Margaret held out her hand. The ring was silver with a green stone.

"Is that a green diamond?"

"Isn't it pretty?"

"Wait, green?" Ruby grabbed Mary Margaret's hand to examine it more closely. "It is! Isn't that expensive?"

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I don't know. The ring was his mother's, according to David."

"You should get it appraised," Ruby advised. She was a successful restaurateur alongside her grandmother. "Just in case."

"I am not going to have my future husband's family heirloom appraised!" Mary Margaret replied hotly.

"It was just a suggestion, sheesh." Ruby dived into her lunch, attacking the giant burger Emma ordered for her. "Thanks, Emma. This is great."

"No problem." Emma herself had a salad, having acquired healthier eating habits on this side of the pond. Killian had promised to make her favorite grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner that night, so she decided to be good.

"I know this might seem fast, but," Mary Margaret began, diving into her fish and chips, "but I'd really like you two to be in the wedding."

Emma nearly dropped her fork. "Huh?"

"Oh, you must! I know for a fact that David is going to ask both Jones brothers to be groomsmen."

Ruby squealed happily. "This is so exciting! Come on, Emma! You, me and..." Her face fell. "Are you asking Jack?"

Mary Margaret's smile faltered just a fraction. "I have to. She's James's girlfriend."

"So what? She spends half her time looking down at like...everyone. Including you."

"She's not that bad!"

"Emma noticed it, didn't you?" Ruby said, looking to Emma for support.

Emma shrugged. "I've only met her once," she pointed out. "She came off as a bit self-absorbed though."

"See?" Ruby persisted. "It's your wedding. You can ask whoever you want."

"So James is gonna be best man?" Emma asked, trying to change the subject a little. She still wasn't sure how she felt about being in a wedding for someone she had only recently become friends with.

Mary Margaret nodded. "They're twins, despite their...divergent personalities. But it's the same with Killian and Liam, right? They're close."

Emma suddenly had a very bad feeling about where this was going. "Yeah. Yeah, they are."

"I'm an only child," Mary Margaret added sadly.

"So am I," Emma replied; Ruby echoed her.

Mary Margaret reached out and took her friends' hands. "I would really like both of you to be in my wedding. I promise I won't make you wear anything hideous!"

Emma already felt her resolve softening. She really liked Mary Margaret; she was such a kind person. Emma had been drawn to her unique brand of warmth from the start. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Thank you!" Mary Margaret jumped up and hugged Emma tightly; Emma stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. Affection from someone other than Liam or Killian was something she was still getting used to. Her friend hugged Ruby next before letting them return to their lunch.

They spent more time talking about weddings and dresses; it wasn't until the end that Emma got to mention that she finally got her visa. Mary Margaret was thrilled, offering to help decorate her new office when she got it.

"You don't have to do that," Emma said hurriedly. "I know you have training. And now wedding planning."

"If you need anything, you will call me," Mary Margaret said sternly. "Even if it's just a break from those two sailors you live with."

"Why would she want that?" Ruby said exasperatedly. "She can just distract them with sex."

Emma grinned. "She's not wrong."

Ruby's jaw dropped, not expecting Emma to agree so brazenly. "Man, I am so jealous!"

"Should Victor be worried?" Mary Margaret teased.

Ruby waved her hand. "Of course not. Doesn't mean a girl can't dream."

"Just so long as those dreams don't include either of the Jones brothers," Emma muttered. Both ladies laughed. It still somewhat surprised her how open and non-judgmental they were about the whole thing. It was good to have people to talk to about the radical changes in her life, even if she was still learning to open up. Emma had never made friends easily, preferring to be alone. But she was getting there.

She took the Tube back to their Paddington neighborhood; the station was only a couple of blocks from their townhouse. Getting acclimated to the public transportation was easy, even if she missed her Bug. However, now that she could work, Emma definitely needed to look into getting her own car.

"Anyone home?" Emma asked, stepping inside the foyer.

"In the kitchen!"

Emma dumped her purse and kicked off her shoes, sighing as her feet hit the hardwood floor. Maybe she could convince Killian to give her a foot rub. She padded for the kitchen, shucking off her blazer along the way. She found Killian bent over the sink, fiddling with the faucet. He was still in his uniform, though the jacket and tie were tossed across one of the stools. Emma added her blazer to the pile, admiring the view.

Killian did have an exceptionally nice ass.

"You're home early," Killian said, still focused on the faucet.

"So are you," she countered. "Where's Liam?"

"Went grocery shopping. It's his turn."

"Still," Emma said, stepping closer, "it's Friday afternoon. Is everything okay?"

Killian finally stood, giving her a smile. "Aye. We merely asked for the afternoon off."

"You can do that?"

Killian chuckled. "We're staff officers, love. Unless there's an emergency, it's not unlike most other other jobs."

Emma stepped into his space, sighing inwardly as he wrapped his arms around her. She loved being held, not that she'd admit it out loud. But her boys understood her, welcoming her with open arms. "So what's the difference between you and Will?"

Killian licked his lips; Emma had to fight the urge to kiss him. He had such a kissable mouth. And he was damn good at kissing. "Will's a line officer. Usually considered 'better' than us lowly lads who push paper."

"But that's not all you do." Some of their work was classified, she knew that.

"No, it's not." He sighed. "Line officers command ships, serve at sea."

Emma cocked her head. "So when you get your promotions..."

"We'd be transferring to the line, aye. Liam's always wanted his own vessel."

"What about you?"

Killian reached up to stroke her cheek. "I've never really had an ambition to command, love. Serve my country? Yes. Serve with my brother? Definitely. When I was newly commissioned, I did a tour at sea. I enjoyed it. I love the sea. But there are other things in life to look forward to."

"Like what?"

"Kissing the woman I love." He flashed her a dimpled grin before he captured her mouth in a lazy, adoring kiss. Emma moaned softly into his mouth, fingers threading through the soft hair at his nape. They went at it for some minutes, just kissing. It was playful and slow, leaving Emma a bit breathless all the same.

"Damn, you're good at that," she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his.

Killian's hands stroked the small of her back. "It's one of my many talents," he replied with a breathless chuckle.

"Hmm," Emma hummed, a little smirk on her lips. She remembered the first time he kissed her, hungry, filled with fire. She'd gained a whole new appreciation for the intimacy of kiss since letting herself be with them.

"In fact..." Killian trailed off, his mouth skimming her jaw, moving to the spot below her ear that made she shiver. "it's one of my very favorite things."

"Killian..." Already she felt the flutters in her belly, the yearning she felt when they were close.

He bit down gently on her earlobe. "Love the way you say my name, that little catch in your voice when you want." His hands slid over her ass, squeezing. "Do you want, Emma?"

Liam would be home any moment, but Emma suspected that was part of Killian's plan. Drive her crazy until she gave into her craving for them, right there in their kitchen. She was surprised they hadn't christened the kitchen yet; they'd had sex in nearly every other room. It was part of the thrill; their desire flaring at the drop of a hat.

"Are you seducing me, Lieutenant?" she murmured, hands sliding down his chest.

"Yes, Miss Swan," he said with a low growl, pulling the hem of her blouse from her skirt. "Is it working?"

Emma pressed them back until Killian hit the counter, pulling his mouth back to hers in a needy kiss. "I've always wanted to have you wearing your uniforms," she murmured against his lips, nibbling on the lower until he moaned.

"Tell Liam to hurry, lass," he replied, lips moving to her throat. "And you can have whatever you want."

Emma found Killian's phone on the counter top and fired off a text while Killian sucked a mark into her neck. He worked the buttons of her blouse, the satin sliding over her warming skin, making Emma moan softly. The phone vibrated and Emma checked the message. Don't come until I get there.

"Fuck," Emma cursed. Killian had the blouse off her shoulders, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses in her skin.

"What did he say?"

"No coming until he gets here."

"Wanker." The blouse fell to the floor, Killian's hand molding to her lace clad breasts. "You're so lovely when you come, Emma."

Emma was already unbuttoning Killian's dress shirt, mouth fused to his skin. She may not be allowed to come, but she planned on having her way with Killian until Liam arrived. Emma left the shirt open, stroking the contours of his chest. She love the way he felt under her hands. Killian tweaked her nipples; a rush of heat went directly to her clit, wetness soaking her panties.

"Yes," she hissed, arching into his touch.

"So responsive, love," he breathed. "Love that."

She couldn't help it; she wasn't like this with anyone else. Just Killian and Liam. Their touch made her want, made her ache for them. Killian continued to play with her, fondling and squeezing. Emma bit her lip, wishing Liam would hurry. She kissed Killian hard on the mouth, thrusting her hips into his, feeling his hard cock between them.

"Need a hand, sailor?" she asked, palming him through the fabric. Killian groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

"Please," he hissed. Emma whipped open his belt and attacked his fly as she pressed he thighs together. Desire burned in her veins, wondering how long they had until Liam stepped through the door. How did she want him to catch them? Killian moaned loudly, his voice echoing off the tile as she stroked his hot velvety flesh. "Fuck, that's good."

Emma leaned up on her toes until her lips brushed his ear. "I know something that's better." She sank to her knees, uncaring about the hard tile. Her pencil skirt was bunched up, her blouse gone, hair disheveled, but she knew from the way Killian's eyes blazed with lust, he thought she was supremely sexy. She was learning to embrace her sexuality in a way she never had before, having treated it as an itch to be scratched in the past. Now it was a part of her, something she shared with the men that she loved.

Emma licked a stripe along the underside of Killian's thick cock, humming at the taste of his skin. His hand curled in her hair gently as he leaned back against the counter. "Bloody hell."

Emma licked and laved, teasing him, her free hand fondling his balls. She really did enjoy this, craving the sounds he made while at her mercy. Killian moaned as she took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the precum. She went slow, taking him deeper, her hand wandering. She slipped it between his legs, the pad of her finger skimming the sensitive place between balls and anus. Killian jerked and moaned, which encouraged her.

"You like that?" she asked softly, pausing for breath.

"Aye," he replied, looking down at her. "Don't stop, love."

She'd been wanting to experiment like this with him for while; it was difficult to bring it up when they so often made sex about her pleasure. But she had him at her mercy now. Emma took him back into her mouth, bobbing slowly, fingers teasing his skin. She moved slowly, gauging his reactions. He had one hand in her hair and the other curled around the counter, hips rocking minutely. He looked blissful as she touched him. Emma paused to wet her finger, releasing him long enough to pick up some of her own arousal before bringing her finger back to his ass. She lightly rimmed him, just the barest pressure, secretly pleased when he hissed and moaned.

"Good?" She kissed the tip of his cock, utterly fascinated by him. And really turned on.

Killian let out a shuddering breath. "Does the lass want to play?"

"Would you let me?"

He squeezed her hand and turned, pants falling to his ankles. He bent over the counter, his ass squarely in her face. Emma licked her lips, recognizing the trust he was giving her. She loved him so much for it. Emma spread his cheeks, her tongue sliding over the tight ring of muscle. She knew what she liked, so she experimented, licking with varying pressure. She reached between his legs to stroke his cock, clit throbbing when Killian groaned her name.

It seemed her Killian enjoyed having his ass played with too.

Still, she didn't want to push him too far, too fast. She left him with a gentle parting kiss, encouraging him to turn back around. He was panting, pupils blown wide with lust. "Why'd you stop?"

"I didn't want your first time to be in the kitchen."

Killian pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply. "I love you so much, Emma." He yanked her skirt up, bunching the fabric in his hands. They were still kissing, nipping sharply at each other's lips when Liam finally came through the door. They turned to look at him, lips kissed bruised, half undressed. Their hands never stopped wandering, both knowing how much Liam liked to watch.

"Did you come?" Liam asked, calmly shucking his uniform jacket.

"No."

"Good." His tie went next, as he walked toward them. Emma's eyes fell to his tented crotch; she licked her lips as Killian nibbled on her neck. Liam smiled, leaning in for a kiss. Emma hummed, another wave of arousal flooding her. There was just something about the three of them together that made her burn. In a very, very good way.

"Feel her, Liam," Killian mumbled against Emma's skin. "Feel how fucking soaked she is."

Emma felt Liam's hand on her ass, sliding down to pull her sodden panties aside and stroke her aching slick flesh. "Liam," she panted, hips rolling into his touch. "Fuck."

"Is that what you want, Emma? Do you want us to fuck you?"

"God yes."

He toyed with her a few moments longer, a single finger gliding into her heat. It was heaven and yet nowhere near enough. "Get on your knees." Emma obeyed, her face level with Killian's straining cock once more. She was surprised when Liam took off his pants and joined her, his strong hands sliding under her ass. "Fuck, I've imagined you like this, Emma. Lift up, there's my girl." He guided her, letting her sink down on him; she was perched a bit awkwardly in his lap as he knelt behind her; he held her securely so she wouldn't fall. Emma mewled, the angle hitting new places inside her.

"Oh god," she moaned, her back arching. "God."

Liam and Killian groaned; they loved seeing her pleasure. "Wrap those pretty lips around Killian, love," Liam murmured in her ear. "He needs you."

Emma leaned forward as Killian pushed away from the counter. She opened for him automatically, humming around him as he pushed past her lips. Trusting Liam to hold her, she bobbed in earnest, Killian moaning loudly. Liam rocked under her as she licked and laved and sucked Killian's cock, right in the middle of their kitchen. It was insanely erotic, having sex with them in a new space. It never failed to turn her on.

"Close," Killian bit out, his hand tightening in her hair. "So fucking close."

Emma reached between his legs and found that spot again, stroking, and within seconds Killian exploded, hips stuttering as he spilled his seed down her throat. Emma sucked him dry, swallowing every last drop. Killian whispered her name like a prayer, cupping her cheek until she released him.

Killian was still panting for air when Liam turned them, forcing Emma to her hands and knees. He took her harder, rougher with long deep strokes. Emma keened, hair falling around her face. Liam was almost wild, the way he sometimes was when he found her with Killian. Emma loved it, definitely not a stranger to rough sex. She fingered her clit, the pressure near its breaking point. She came with a shout, muscles clamping around his thickness, triggering his own orgasm.

Liam rained kisses on the bare skin of her back; Emma shivered. "Love you," he whispered. Emma was too breathless to reply, heart hammering in her chest. Slowly, she sank to the cool tile floor, easing the ache in her knees.

"Emma?" Killian asked.

"'M okay. Need a minute," she mumbled, hair still covering her face. She heard them moving around, readjusting clothes. She enjoyed her blissed out state, reveling in how good she felt after being with them. Emma had never been one to fake orgasms; she found the very idea degrading. Luckily with the Jones brothers, she'd never had to. Not once.

"Do we need to carry you, sweetheart?" Liam asked after a few minutes of her not moving.

"No, I can get up." The floor was starting to feel a bit hard, so Emma forced herself up. She pulled her skirt down and adjusted her bra. "I, uh, should go change."

"I think you look rather fetching," Killian said with a grin.

"The freshly fucked look?" Emma laughed, still a bit breathless. "I think I just want to relax for a while."

"You go ahead," Liam said, kissing her temple. "We'll clean up and start dinner, then change ourselves. I think a nice quiet dinner at home is perfect."

Emma smiled. "Me too." She grabbed her blouse from the floor and headed for the bedroom. She peeled off her remaining clothes and put on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. She washed off her makeup and brushed her hair, returning it to its pre sex state, more or less. When she emerged from the bathroom, Killian was there, shirtless, pulling on a pair of jeans. "Hey." She thought she'd get used to them naked eventually, but Killian's bare torso still made her stomach flutter.

"Better?" he asked with a wry grin.

"You tell me."

"Emma, you are always stunning to me."

"Flatterer."

He leaned in, placing a sweet kiss to her lips. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known," he said earnestly. "I mean it."

Emma blushed, reaching up to thumb the scar on his cheek. "I know." She left him to finish changing, finding Liam in the kitchen. His pants were back on, but unbuckled. Emma hugged him from behind, her cheek resting on his broad back. "Since I didn't say it earlier, hi."

Liam laughed. "Hello to you too, love."

"Grilled cheese?"

"As promised. Would you like to find us some wine?"

"Sure." Before she could get away, Liam tugged her back, kissing her tenderly. "What was that for?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"Nope." If it was up to her, she'd spend most of her time indulging in their kisses. She grinned and went to the wine rack to find them something to drink. Grilled cheese, onion rings, watch some TV. That was her idea of a quiet night at home. She was happy she didn't have to spend it alone. Not anymore.

By the time she returned, both brothers were in the kitchen, dressed in t-shirts and jeans, barefoot. Liam was slicing tomatoes for the grilled cheese sandwiches and Killian heating up the fryer for the onion rings. Emma wove between them to find some wine glasses, pouring all of them a drink. This was one of her favorite things, hanging out with them in the kitchen after a long day, making dinner. It was so domestic; it sometimes made her breath catch in her throat. Domestic wasn't a word she ever expected herself to ever use, but here she was.

"Bloody fuck!" Liam cried. He dropped the knife abruptly, grimacing as he held his finger.

"What did you do?" Emma asked worriedly, already digging in the drawer for a towel.

"It's nothing, love," Liam said, still wincing. "Just stings like a bitch."

Emma rolled her eyes, taking his hands in hers. She looked him over; blood rand down his finger. The pad of his index finger had a pretty long slice in it, but it didn't look deep. "Killian, can you find me a bandage and some antiseptic?"

"Emma, it's really nothing," Liam protested.

"Shut. Up," Emma ordered. She wrapped the towel around his finger, applying pressure so it would stop bleeding. Liam growled and Emma kicked him lightly in the shin. "Stop being a baby and let me fix you up."

"Sorry, lass." Liam offered her a smile, but she ignored him. Killian returned with their little first aid kit, chuckling at his brother's predicament. "I think you've riled the lass, brother."

"Bugger off, Killian," Liam snapped. But he was calm as Emma cleaned his cut, only jerking a tiny bit when she applied the rubbing alcohol. She wrapped a Band Aid around it, then pressed his hand back against his chest. "All done."

"Not going to kiss it better?"

"Really?" She tried to sound exasperated but failed miserably. "Fine." She lifted his hand to her lips and lightly kissed the covered wound. "Happy now?"

"Utterly." Liam cupped her face, bringing her lips to his. He kissed her slowly, until she was swaying and a little dizzy. "Thank you."

Emma mock scowled and elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "Be more careful next time, you." She cleaned up the trash and tucked the first aid kit away. Then she resumed her perch on her stool, taking a healthy sip of her wine.

Killian came up behind her, hands on her hips, lips brushing her neck. "You're very good at that, love. Feel free to punch him next time he gives you a hard time."

"What about if you give me a hard time?"

"I will happily accept any and all punishment, lass."

Emma smirked, elbowing him away from her. "Go finish dinner," she advised. "I'm starving."

A half hour and another glass of wine later, Emma dug into her grilled cheese sandwich, taking two large bites in quick succession. "Hmm."

"Trying to inhale it?" Killian teased. He popped an onion ring in his mouth, grinning at her.

Emma flushed. "Sorry. Habit."

Liam cocked his head. "How so?"

Emma frowned, swallowing another large bite. She knew they didn't mean anything by it, but talking about her time in the system was never easy. "Some of the places I lived..." She licked her lips. "If you didn't eat quick, you didn't eat. Too little food for too many mouths."

Killian immediately looked chagrined. "I'm sorry, Emma," he said sincerely. "I didn't know."

"It's not your fault." It wasn't their fault that she had to scrounge for food or squat under a bridge to keep out of the rain. All that was behind her.

Liam covered her hand with his, squeezing gently. "If you want to talk, we're here," he reminded her.

"I know." She munched thoughtfully on her sandwich. "I lived with a family—the Swans—until I was three. They had their own kid, so they sent me back. I was in and out of group homes after that. Every time I got placed somewhere, I never stayed long. Sometimes I ran away. Sometimes I got sent back." She swallowed past the lump in her throat; it had been a long time since she'd dug through those memories. "I ran away for good when I was fifteen; you guys know the rest."

Killian got up abruptly and pulled her into his chest. Emma sighed into his hold, soaking in the comfort he offered. It still surprised her how easy it was to open up to them; it was cathartic, to unburden herself, knowing she was completely safe with them. She sighed when Killian kissed the crown of her head, gently rubbing her back.

"I'm okay," she mumbled.

"I have this urge to pummel anyone's who's ever hurt you," Killian confessed.

"It's not worth it," she replied, looking up at him. "But I love you very much for offering."

Killian's smile flickered, then he kissed her brow before letting her go. He returned to his seat, taking a long pull from his wineglass.

Liam kissed the back of her hand, squeezing her fingers. "Do you have anything of your parents?" he asked gently.

She nodded. "One thing." She hopped off her stool. "I'll be right back." She ran upstairs and dug in the drawer of her dresser. She pulled out the soft wool and brought it down to the kitchen. "I was found in this. In a basket outside a fire station in Maine." The blanket was white wool, still in good condition after all these years. It had her name stitched into one corner; she hoped it was some proof that her parents cared about her.

"Oh Emma." Liam's voice broke a little, his hands softly touching the fabric. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her into his side, lips skimming her temple. Killian took the blanket, his finger tracing her name.

"Someone cared about you, love," Killian murmured. "This is hand knit."

"That's what I've always thought." She just couldn't figure out why they'd give her up. Had her mother been like her at seventeen? Young and alone? She just didn't know and it haunted her for years. She may never have closure, but perhaps she didn't need it. She found what she'd been looking for all these years, a home, people who loved her for who she was, broken parts and all.

"Still okay?" Liam asked.

Emma leaned her head against his. "Yeah. I've got you guys."

"You do. For as long as you want us."

Emma smiled. "Good." She took the blanket back and hung it over the banister, intending to return it to her room later. She wanted to lighten the mood, smile and have some fun. "So who's got a funny story from when you were kids?" she asked, giving them a warm heartfelt smile.

Killian and Liam shared a glance, then Liam launched into a tale about Killian getting stuck in a dryer when playing hide and seek with some of their friends in the neighborhood where they grew up. Emma couldn't stop the peels of laughter as Liam told the story, even though Killian was scowling. He got his brother back, mocking Liam's feeble attempts to ask out a girl when he was about fourteen. Emma demanded to see pictures, since she was having trouble picturing her Liam as a shy gangly teenager.

They finished up dinner and Liam found an old photo album for her to look at. They settled on the couch; Emma flipped through the book as they related stories. The boys were so cute as kids, if a bit gangly, limbs too long and awkward. They each grew into the looks, Liam more so than Killian. She paused at a picture of them with two adults. The woman had Killian's dark hair, both boys shared her blue eyes. The man was as tall as Liam was now with Liam's curly hair.

"How old were you?" she asked quietly.

Liam squinted at the faint writing under the picture; Killian barely grunted in acknowledgment. "I was eight, I think. Killian was almost four."

"Your mother was very pretty." She thought it best not to mention their father; she couldn't imagine why the man in the photo would abandon his family. They looked so happy.

"She was sweet, very kind. She would read us a story every night until I was about twelve," Liam said, his finger tracing her features.

"What was her name?"

"Catherine," Killian said softly. "Catherine Jones."

Emma kissed his cheek, offering what comfort she could. She could tell they missed her deeply. At least they had a mother to miss.

"She would have liked you, Emma," Liam said firmly.

"How do you know?"

Killian answered her. "Because she would see how happy we are with you."

"Aye," Liam agreed. He closed the album and sat it aside. "I believe we have a movie to watch."

Emma smiled; memory lane was over. That was fine with her. She understood the need for space when opening about about painful pasts. She hopped off the couch and flipped on the TV and the Blu Ray player. She set up the movie before curling up into Liam's side as Killian stretched out in her lap. She absently combed her fingers through his hair, his purr rumbling against her legs.

"I wouldn't have expected you to enjoy this type of film," Liam said about an hour into it.

"Because it's action?" Emma teased.

Liam chuckled. "You are definitely a woman of action, sweetheart. I was thinking more along the lines of the fantasy elements."

She shrugged. "Real life can be depressing enough. I like getting away from that for a little while."

"Not as depressing now, right?"

She smiled at him. "Nope." They leaned in for the kiss at the same time, Emma twisting her back to meet him. She expected him to pull back and return to the movie, but his hand slid under the hem of her shirt, stroking her stomach. Emma gasped softly, a shiver racing up her spine. "Liam..."

"Yes, love?"

Her eyes flickered from the screen then back to him. "Just kiss me."

He grinned and did so, nibbling on her lower lip. Their activities stirred Killian, whose lips skimmed the skin of Emma's thighs. "Can't wait, darling?"

Emma tugged a bit on his hair. "We're just kissing." But she knew that was a tiny lie. All too often kissing—especially the casual just the three of them alone kind—led to dizzying pleasure. They were just drawn together, feeling the urge to express their love as often as possible.

"Sure you are," Killian said knowingly. He turned to face her, burying his nose in her stomach. He pulled her shirt up so he could kiss and lick her skin. Emma sighed and turned back to Liam, cradling his cheek as they kissed. Killian's lips moved lower, pulling down the waistband of her shorts. Emma moaned into Liam's mouth as Killian got closer to her mound, nipping and licking. Her hips rolled under him, wetness pooling.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh god."

"Let Killian taste you, love," Liam murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. Killian nodded and sat up, letting Liam pull Emma into his lap. Together the brothers stripped off her tiny shorts, spreading her legs over Liam's. Liam nuzzled her neck as Killian settled on the floor between her and Liam's splayed thighs. He kissed the inside of her bare thighs, teasing her, making her rock in Liam's lap. She could feel Liam under her, his cock swelling with every roll, the bulge cradled in the crease of her ass.

"Killian," she moaned, need settling at the apex of her thighs. "Please."

He licked his lips, then licked hers, tongue lapping at her wet aching flesh. Emma grabbed his hair with both hands, moaning loudly. She was so lucky to have two men who were insanely talented at oral sex and actually seemed to enjoy it.

"Bloody hell," Liam groaned, hands sliding up Emma's torso. "Is that good, Emma?"

"Fuck...yes," she hissed. "Don't stop."

Killian's chuckle vibrated against her skin. "Hang on, love." Emma gasped as he plunged his tongue inside her, thumb rubbing her clit furiously. Emma keened, back arching, the orgasm hitting her without warning. Her walls fluttered as he brought her down, mouth never leaving her. Liam massaged her breasts, working her up again with almost indecent haste; they didn't stop until she was panting from two more orgasms.

Killian pulled away at last, kissing her scruff burned inner thigh. Her arousal coated his lips and chin but it only made him more attractive. "Could taste that sweetness for hours, love," he said.

Liam pulled her shirt over her head as she tried to catch her breath. "Alright there, Emma?"

"Y-y-yeah," she gasped. She could still feel Liam under her, hard as a rock through the denim. "Jesus."

"Killian will do," Killian said salaciously.

Emma kicked at him weakly, a lazy smile on her lips. She crooked her finger and Killian came to her; she kissed him, tasting herself. "We're not done, you know."

"Oh? What else do you want, sweetheart?"

She was pretty fond of her perch in Liam's lap. She kissed Killian's jaw and cheek, until she got to his ear. "I want you to watch me fuck Liam, then I want you to fuck me right here."

Both men groaned; her talking dirty always got to them. She wiggled in Liam's lap and he swatted her ass, pushing lightly so she'd stand up. Killian kissed her stomach while Liam unbuckled his pants, shoving them down his hips. As soon as the offending cloth was clear, he yanked Emma back into his lap; she rubbed her folds over his throbbing cock wantonly, a groan on her lips.

The movie still played in the background, but no one was paying attention. They were too engrossed in their lovemaking. Emma raised her hips, letting Liam slid inside. It was similar to how he'd had her in the kitchen, but this time Emma was in control. Liam murmured her name over and over as she rode him, varying her strokes, circling her hips. Killian couldn't take his eyes off her, where she and Liam were joined. He fumbled with his fly, groaning when he could finally touch himself. Emma watched as he unashamedly pulled on his cock, fist in time with her strokes. The sight made her even wetter, eager to feel him buried inside her.

"You are so beautiful," Killian growled. "You should see her, Liam. Flushed and wanton."

Liam groaned, hips bucking up into her. "She feels incredible."

Emma licked her lips, trying to keep her rhythm. "Get your phone," she said to Killian. "Fuck."

Killian looked at her in surprise, but did as she asked. "Are you sure, love?"

She increased her pace a fraction, her own need building. "Do it." Emma threw her head back, bouncing faster, Liam's hips meeting hers. Emma grabbed Liam's hand and brought it to her clit; together they rubbed her until she screamed, another orgasm rocking her. Liam came almost instantly, hips rutting into hers. He held her loosely, letting Emma relax back into his chest. Liam slipped from her with a groan; Emma's eyes found Killian's.

"You are bloody brilliant," he said in a hushed tone. He tossed his phone aside and came to her, kissing his way up her body, licking the salty sweat from her skin. "Still want me?"

"Of course." She kissed him deeply, reaching down between them. She stroked him, thumb brushing the tip, smearing precum. "Now get in me, Killian."

Her legs and hips would ache in the morning, but right now she hardly cared. Killian slid wetly inside her, lifting her legs to his shoulders. Liam held her steady as Killian took her, hard deep plunges until he bottomed out. Emma didn't think she had another orgasm in her but evidently she was wrong; Killian found her g spot and she shivered hard, crying out his name. Killian's brow was creased in concentration, determined to make her fall over the edge one final time. Liam whispered filthy things to her and Emma whimpered.

"Come for me, Emma," Killian bit out. "Squeeze me."

"Fuck!" Emma screamed. Stars popped behind her eyes as Killian wrung every last drop of pleasure he could from her willing body. He pulsed insid her moments later, coating her walls in his release. Emma was completely sapped, boneless in Liam's arms. Killian collapsed back to the floor; Liam rolled Emma onto the couch, her head in his lap. She was sure she dozed; she couldn't keep her eyes open.

When she woke up, she was in their bed, both boys looking slightly guilty. "What's wrong?"

"How do you feel?" Liam asked.

"I'm good." She stretched, wincing at the twinge in her hips. Her inner thighs were a bit prickly too, from the whisker burn no doubt. But she felt good otherwise.

"Emma?"

"Seriously, I'm fine."

Killian kissed her shoulder. "Sometime we forget how small you are."

"Huh?" Yeah, she was shorter than them, but she was stronger than she looked.

"What Killian is trying to say, is that sometimes we lose our heads when we're with you," Liam clarified.

Emma frowned. "You think you hurt me?" Judging by their guilty faces they did. She sat up. "In case you missed it, I asked for everything you did to me. And loved it." She reached for their hands. "If I didn't want to have sex with you, I would tell you. I promise. But I really, really like having dirty sex with you. Both of you."

That got them to laugh. She kissed each of them in turn, happy they were smiling again. "We just worry about you, love," Liam said, curling a lock of hair behind her ear.

Emma looked at him tenderly. She couldn't express how much it meant to her that they worried, even when it annoyed her. She was tough. But she'd never had anyone to worry before, so it was still a nice feeling. "I know. You don't have to though."

"Too late, darling," Killian said. "We'll try not to be so obvious about it. How's that?"

Emma squeezed his hand. "I've never had anyone to worry before. I'm used to looking after myself."

"It's a learning process for all of us. But we're family, yeah?"

"Yeah. I love you guys."

"As we love you." Killian kissed her sweetly. "It's still early; do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Nah. Maybe we could read some more?"

"Whatever you wish." They spent the rest of the evening reading from the book they started a couple of weeks ago; Emma enjoyed listening to them speak. Killian read with some dramatic flair which made her laugh. Liam was more serious, his voice deep and sure. Each one spoke to her in a different way; she couldn't imagine her life without either of them.

Emma looked around the space, trying to imagine herself there. The building had a great location, only a handful of blocks from the townhouse. She could walk to work! She pretty much worked out of her apartment back in New York, but she didn't want to bring her work home if she could help it. Home was her sanctuary, a place she wanted to focus on the happiness she had with Liam and Killian.

"The rent 1500 pounds a month," the real estate agent said. "With a two month deposit up front. But it's ideally situated by the Tube line and the building has its own underground parking. It's a high traffic area for your...I'm sorry, what is it you do again?"

Emma turned away from the window. "I find people. People who've jumped bail or are late on child support," she said, trying to remain a professional tone. "I did recently cooperate on a case for the Royal Navy."

"Oh!" The man said. "The Hood case? That was you?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah." So far the Navy had kept her name out of the press, but Emma didn't see anything wrong with touting her connection. Robin's court martial was very soon; Emma checked in with Anastasia a few times to make sure she was still safe.

"In that case, I might be able to get you a deal on the lease. May I draw up the papers?"

Emma looked around again. It was a nice space; it had an old beat up desk and a couple of wooden chairs. She could replace those. It had a nice view as well. "Sure. I'll take it."

An hour later, she had keys in her hands. Her own office. It was a big step; she was settling in London for real.

Emma spent the next few days searching for new office furniture, ordering a sign for her door, doing all the things to hang out her proverbial shingle. She didn't take Mary Margaret up on her offer to decorate, but she did ask if their friends were interested in helping her move the furniture in. Emma suspected that both Mary Margaret and Ruby had to twist their boyfriends' arms a bit, but she did offer to pay them in food. That Saturday, Emma rented a truck and the men loaded the new furniture into it. When they arrived at her building, she played traffic cop, guiding them up the four flights of stairs to her office.

"Did you get a big enough desk, love?" Killian asked, wiping his brow as they paused on the landing. "This thing must weigh a ton."

"It does not!"

"It's just awkward," David said. He was sweating too; spring was hovering on the edge of summer in early May. "Bulky."

"Gee, thanks, David," Emma snarked.

"It'll be fine once we get it up these blasted stairs," Liam said firmly. "Come on, lads, one more flight."

Killian, David and Victor groaned, but did as he asked. Emma directed them around the corners and down the hall. It almost didn't fit in her door, but they wedged it through. Emma had them put it by the back wall so she could look out the windows. Mary Margaret handed out water to the men before getting a good look at the new piece.

"Emma, this is beautiful," she said enthusiastically. "I really love it."

Ruby paused her painting and brushed some stray hair back. "Toss me some water, Emma." Emma dug in the cooler for a bottle and tossed it. Ruby must have some supernatural reflexes, because she caught it right out of the air. "Thanks."

"Need some help?" Emma asked.

"Nah. This is a lot more fun than all the carrying." She grinned. "I hope you don't mind me adding a few embellishments."

Emma cocked her head curiously. Around the ceiling, Ruby had painted an intricate pattern in black and white. It stood out against the shade of red she'd chosen for the walls. "Ruby, that's...amazing. Thanks."

Ruby shrugged. "It's just a little hobby, no big deal."

"I keep telling her she should trying painting for real," Victor said, looking at Ruby proudly. "She's really talented."

"I'm happy working with Granny," Ruby said. She had a streak of black paint on her cheek; she looked tired by pleased with her work. It was quite a difference from the fun loving Ruby Emma usually saw.

"And you could still do that," Victor pointed out. "But it would be a shame not at least try."

Emma looked up at the ceiling again. "I agree with Victor. Nothing wrong with taking a chance." She looked at Liam and Killian, talking quietly to David across the room. She'd taken a chance on them and it was working out so far.

"I'll think about it, okay?" Ruby said. "Now, shoo! I have work to do." Victor laughed, kissing her non paint smeared cheek. Emma gathered the others and they went back to the truck to bring up the chairs and couch. Emma did let Mary Margaret play around with the layout, her only caveat being that she could see the view. The final product was something she could live with; the office far more inviting and homey than she expected.

"So Thai, Indian, or pizza?" Emma asked her assembled crew. It was chaos. They argued amongst themselves; it was like she was dealing with a bunch of ten year olds. She let them go on for about ten minutes before just going ahead and ordering Indian. When she hung up the phone, she got out a beer for herself. "Hey!" Everyone looked at her. "I just ordered Indian. Deal with it."

They all looked chagrined. "We're sorry, lass," Killian said. He walked over and joined her by the window. "This really is a nice view."

"You can see our house. Sort of." Emma pointed. "Right over there."

"Did you ever imagine anything like this?"

Emma shook her head. "I learned not to let myself dream about anything. It was easier than getting hurt."

Killian's face softened, wrapping his arm around her. "My poor love." Emma leaned on him, head on his shoulder. "What do you dream about now?"

She sighed, thinking. She hadn't given that a whole lot of thought, focusing on the here and now. "Us, I guess. Being happy." She looked up at him. "What do you dream about?"

"Everyone getting out of here so we can break in that desk of yours." Emma rolled her eyes, poking him in the ribs. Killian pretended it hurt, then his face grew serious. "I dream about taking you sailing. All of us in Paris or Spain. Anything that puts a smile on your face."

Emma stood up on her toes, leaning in to kiss him. "You already do that, Killian. Just being here."

Liam joined them, his hand on Emma's shoulder. "Did you tell her yet, brother?"

Emma's brow creased. "Tell me what?"

"David asked us to be his groomsmen," Killian said, grinning.

"About time," Emma said, taking a swig of her beer.

"You knew?!"

"I'm friends with Mary Margaret, of course I knew. Looks like we're all going to be in the wedding."

"And you didn't see fit to tell us?" Liam asked.

Emma could tell he was teasing. "Hey, that's a bro thing. David's your friend, remember?"

"Bloody Americans," Killian grumbled.

Emma poked him again. "You love this American, so watch it, buddy."

Killian's retort was lost in the arrival of the food. Emma and Mary Margaret spread a blanket in the middle of the floor and they sat down to eat, passing cartons and beer. As she sat there enjoying her meal, Emma was struck by how much she felt like she belonged. She was with friends and family in her new office, enjoying some takeout, hilarious stories and good natured ribbing.

How had this become her life?

Emma slid the filing cabinet closed with a dull thud. It didn't have much in the way of files in it...yet. She'd only been officially working for a week. She spent some of that time filing the paperwork for her investigator's license and making a few tentative contacts at Scotland Yard. In that she was helped by her Navy connections; the lead attorney on Robin's case had a sister who worked at the Yard. Based on that recommendation, the sister—Martha Reynolds—promised to send Emma likely cases as they came across her desk.

It was a start at least.

Emma also spent long hours combing through family court records; men or women who owed child support were the worst, preferring to run rather than own up to their responsibilities. She'd already found one; her first real independent case. She was elated. The job really wasn't any different in London, but she was relieved all the same. Closing that first case in a new place always gave her a sense of accomplishment.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. "It's open!" Two men in naval uniforms stepped through the door. Emma relaxed, recognizing both of them. "Commander Reynolds. Will."

"Afternoon, lass," Will replied. He seemed a bit tense; Emma couldn't put her finger on why.

"Is something wrong?"

Commander Reynolds spoke up. "Not as such. We..." Will scowled and the commander amended, "Or rather, I wanted to go over a few things with you. Standard, I assure you."

Emma leaned back in her desk chair, legs crossed. "Have a seat." Both men removed their hats and sat in the chairs across from her. Reynolds opened his briefcase in his lap, pulling out a small recorder. That set off alarm bells in her head. "Are you interrogating me?"

Will frowned. Reynolds looked apologetic. "We just need to make sure we have all the relevant facts, Miss Swan. As the Captain's attorney, I need to know what you know."

"Am I going to have to testify?"

"I doubt it will come to that." Reynolds' brown eyes were sharp but apologetic. "But I'm sure the prosecution will try to discredit Petty Officer Tremaine's testimony; downplaying the threat she felt she was under. As the person who found her, you could corroborate her story."

That made sense. "But what if they try to discredit me?"

"How do you mean?"

Emma shared a look with Will. He nodded. "I'm going to be straight with you. I took this case because Will—Commander Scarlet—asked me too. And he asked because I'm in a relationship with his friend, Lieutenant Killian Jones." She looked Reynolds in the eye. "As well as Killian's brother, Liam."

Reynolds blinked several times as he absorbed that information. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head, but so far he didn't seem to have any other reaction. She waited for...something.

Reynolds let out a slow breath. "There were rumors, office gossip. Nothing specific. I had no idea who, but..." He looked at Will. "Certain things make sense now." Reynolds thought for a moment, then straightened his back. "As far as I'm concerned, your private affairs have no bearing on this case, no matter my own feelings on it. But you are correct; if you testify, it could be used against you. It is irrelevant, of course. What I will do, Miss Swan, is do everything in my power to remain true to the facts of the case, which is what happened in the Indian Ocean. As you were not privy to those events, I should not require your testimony. But I feel I must inform you of the possibility."

Emma absorbed that. The friendly fire incident made headlines, but as soon as the danger was passed, everyone forgot about it. At least the wider public did, moving on to the upcoming Parliamentary elections. Even if she refused to testify, Reynolds could subpoena her. Robin deserved a fair shake. Wasn't that why she did what she did? To help other people get justice?

She looked at Reynolds and nodded. "Okay. If there's no other way, I'll testify."

"I promise you; it will only be as a last resort." Reynolds flipped on his recorder. "Let's go over your investigation and how you found the Petty Officer." They spent the next two hours going through her investigation with a fine tooth comb. She'd already handed over her files and evidence, having assumed her role was complete. Now she wasn't so sure.

"I'm sorry 'bout all this, Emma," Will said, just before they left. "I tried ta keep ya out of it."

Emma gave him a rueful smile. "Thanks."

"Yer my friend; I donna like seein' my friends get dragged through the mud."

"I've testified before; it's fine."

Will shook his head. "No, it's not." He fiddled with his hat. "Listen, how about you and those Jones' come by the pub tonight? Robin would really like ta meet ya."

They didn't have any other plans and Emma thought it couldn't hurt to meet the man at the center of all this. She was curious why Will was so loyal, even though she knew he was the loyal type. "Okay. We'll be there."

A few hours later, she, Liam and Killian piled into a cab. Emma wore a red sundress that fell to her knees and heels to match. Probably a bit much for a drink with friends but Emma was looking forward to working out some of the day's tension with them when they got home. Teasing them for a couple of hours with a cute dress was just a bonus.

"So what did the lawyer want, love?" Liam asked.

"He wanted to go over how I found Anastasia. In case I need to testify."

"Really?" Killian asked. "Is that normal?"

"According to Reynolds, the prosecution could try to discredit her by claiming she was overreacting."

"Do you think she was?"

"No." Emma looked at Killian. "She was really scared, Killian. My gut says she wasn't faking."

"Did they ever figure out who the button belonged to?" Liam asked.

"I asked Reynolds that and he says no. But they're working on it." She looked between them. "There's something else you should know."

"What is it?"

"I told Reynolds about us. If he has to put me on the stand, I didn't want him to get blindsided by it."

"Why would it even come up?" Killian asked.

"Because they'd want to cast doubt on her trustworthiness. On her moral fortitude," Liam said, his voice hard, brittle. "Those bastards."

"Liam, they're prosecuting. It's their job," Emma pointed out.

"It's still not right." His hand closed over hers, squeezing gently. "I don't want them to hurt you."

Emma squeezed back. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you guys."

"Emma, the only thing that could truly hurt us is seeing you hurt," Killian said firmly. "No matter what happens, we'll stand by you."

"Hopefully, it won't come to that," Emma said, thankful for their support. "But I appreciate it."

They arrived at the pub a few minutes later. It was a place frequented by naval personnel, both in and out of uniform. Neither of her boys wore their uniforms; they were casual in henleys and jeans. Casual but hot, of course. She couldn't wait to take a bite out of both of them.

They found Will in the back, reserving a large booth. He was still in uniform, sitting next to a taller man with sandy brown hair, light scruff and intelligent blue eyes. Will stood upon spotting them, gesturing them over. "Evenin', you lot," he said with a note of tipsy cheeriness.

Killian clapped his friend on the back. "Tipsy already, Scarlet?"

"Not yet, Jones," Will replied with a wink. "Liam." Liam nodded, faintly disapproving. Emma looked at him, her eyes pleading. Be good. Liam's gaze softened and he nodded.

"Emma, I'd like ya ta meet my captain, Robin Hood. Sir, this is Emma Swan. She found the Petty Officer."

Robin stood, smiling warmly. "Will's told me that I have you to thank for my defense," he said, holding out his hand. Emma shook it, gauging his grip. He had a nice firm handshake. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Miss Swan."

"Emma, please. I'm just glad I could help."

Robin thanked her again and turned to Liam and Killian. "Commander, Lieutenant. Your reputation precedes you. I wanted to thank you as well for intervention with the Admiral."

"We just did what was right," Liam said. "But you're welcome." Emma smiled at him, happy that he seemed to be willing to be friendly. Their fight had a profound effect on Liam; he seemed to have reevaluated things, slowly moving from stern older brother to equal partner in their little trio. It was subtle, but it was there and Emma was proud of him.

Will went off to get them a round of drinks, leaving the four of them to settle in the booth. Emma sat between Killian and Liam, wondering how much Robin knew about their situation. The arrival of their drinks broke the quiet as Will facilitated conversation. Sometimes they tumbled down a naval rabbit hole and Emma got lost, but she could appreciate the basics. When her attention wandered, one of the brothers would slide his hand under her skirt, rough palms stroking her smooth skin.

Robin, it turned out, had a young son, so he called it a night early. The lingering uneasiness of people who didn't know each other well dissipated as soon as he left. Emma ducked into the bathroom as the boys fetched another round, smirking at them as she walked away, a little extra sway in her hips.

Liam was waiting when she emerged; Emma took advantage of the secluded corner to press herself against him. "Thank you for keeping an open mind," she said, arms winding around his neck.

Liam stroked the small of her back, his hands warm through the fabric. "My little brother's not little anymore," he said. "It's time I accept that."

"He still needs you. We both do."

"You've brought us closer, you know," he said softly. "Loving you has made us better."

"I never wanted to come between you."

"And you haven't. In fact, we might have drifted apart, if not for you."

She couldn't imagine them not being as close as they were now. "That's not funny."

"No, but it does happen. Look at David and James, living on opposite sides of the ocean. And they're twins." When she bit her lip, Liam soothed it with his thumb. "That won't be us, love. We made a promise, remember?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I remember." She leaned up on her toes—even in her heels he was taller than her—and kissed him. "We should get back before Will and Killian try to drink each other under the table."

Liam laughed, but followed her, walking hand in hand. When they slid back into the booth, Will had some cards and a bowl of peanuts. Emma leaned across and kissed Killian firmly. "What are we playing?"

"Poker?"

Emma grinned. "Sounds good to me. Playing for peanuts?"

"All the stakes this bloke can afford," Killian replied, shoving his friend's shoulder. "But it could be fun."

It was fun. Will was a terrible player, but since he was drinking he didn't care. They ate half the "chips" before Emma decided to see about getting them a refill and maybe some other food to munch on. She wasn't the only woman in the pub; there were a couple of female officers, a couple of girlfriends or wives. Most of the clientele was male and unattached, just sitting around unwinding after a long day.

Emma noted all this on her way to the bar; it was a habit after so many years as a woman alone. It was a sad fact of life that one couldn't be too careful. She didn't sense anything untoward, but that rarely mattered.

She put in an order for another rum and coke for herself and a bowl of peanuts. She was perusing the little menu for likely snacks when a man in a lieutenant commander's uniform sidled up to her. "Evening, lass."

Emma barely gave him a glance. "Hi."

"Here alone?"

Emma's hackles went up. "Nope."

"That's too bad. You're pretty."

"And you're drunk." He left after that. Emma added an order of chips to their tab, waiting patiently until they were ready. She offered to take the tray herself since the bartender was swamped. She was halfway back to the booth when her admirer accosted her again.

"I know you from somewhere."

"I can safely say I've never met you. Excuse me." But when she tried to move, the bastard stepped back in her way. "Seriously?"

The sailor narrowed his eyes at her. "I know I've seen you before. Come on, love. Why don't you let me refresh your memory?"

A shudder of revulsion went up her spine at the endearment. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

"Emma?" Killian came up behind her, a scowl on his lips.

"I'm fine, Killian."

The other man's eyes widened. "You're that American lass! I knew I knew you!" He put a hand on Emma's arm. "You're the one who likes to share."

She moved on instinct. Emma shoved the tray into Killian's hands with one hand and twisted the drunken sailor's arm back with the other. It was all too easy in his drunken state to put him in a head lock, yanking his head back by the hair. "Do we have a problem?" she asked, tightening her grip, restricting his airflow.

"Get off me!" the sailor grunted, trying to buck her off. He was bigger than her, but also wasted. His movements were uncoordinated and sluggish.

"What's going on?" Liam stepped through the gathering crowd, eyes narrowed. Anger came off of him in waves. Killian had already laid the tray aside, fists clenched. Only a signal from Emma kept him from beating the guy to a pulp.

"This wanker attacked Emma," Killian snarled.

Liam looked thunderous. "Are you alright, love?"

"I'm fine. He's not."

"Get your whore off me!" There were gasps from the assembled crowd; Emma pressed her knee into the small of his back making him whimper in pain.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, asshole?"

"Apologize," Killian demanded. "Now." His tone brooked no argument and Emma shivered involuntarily.

"Sod off!"

Liam grabbed him by the collar of his uniform. "You're a disgrace to that uniform. When she lets you go, you've got exactly fifteen seconds to get out of here. Are we clear?"

Emma understood then why Liam was a good officer; he commanded respect and obedience. His low, growling, frankly dangerous tone made her wet and want to jump him where he stood.

After long seconds of silence, the man nodded. Well, nodded as much as Emma's choke hold would allow him. She exchanged a look with Liam and Killian. They looked how she felt; anger, concern, love and heated lust battling for dominance. She nodded slowly, unable to resist giving the man one final yank before shoving him away from her violently. The man choked, coughing, but managed to stand. He threw them all a dirty look and left, staggering out into the night.

The brothers were at her side in an instant, each of them kissing her deeply right there in the middle of the pub. "Can we go home?"

Liam nodded. "Aye."

Quickly, they said good night to Will, making sure he took a cab home. Killian paid their tab, leaving a few extra pounds since the drunken officer hadn't paid before he staggered out. "Sorry about the disturbance," he said to the bartender as they left.

They caught the first cab they could get, the tension in the air thick.

"You were bloody magnificent in there, love," Killian growled softly, his hand going up her skirt. He nuzzled her neck, teasing her with light kisses. Emma bit back a moan, her hips rolling.

Liam dragged her free hand to his crotch; she felt him, hard and thick, through the denim. "Want you so much, lass," he whispered. "Bloody hell."

Emma mentally pleaded with the cabbie to hurry, unsure about how long she could hold out. Little tussels like that excited her, made her burn. In the past, she'd have gone to some dive and had a one night stand with a reasonably attractive guy. Now she had Liam and Killian at her side, clearly as excited as she was.

They had to untangle when they arrived at the townhouse; Liam tossed the cabbie the fare and a healthy tip. Emma led them inside, not stopping until she got to the bedroom. Killian got there first, moaning when she yanked him to her by the shirt, crushing her lips to his. Liam knelt behind her as they kissed, reaching up and jerking her panties down her legs. He kissed his way up her thighs, head ducking under her skirt.

Emma mewled when he got to her core, leaning on Killian and spreading her legs. "Oh fuck yes," she cried. "Don't stop."

Killian sucked on her pulse as he worked the straps of her dress. "You have no idea how hot that was, darling. Seeing you like that."

Emma nodded frantically, climbing higher with every swipe of Liam's tongue. "Need..."

"Take what you need, Emma," Killian said. "Don't be shy."

Emma licked her lips, reaching out to yank on Killian's pants. She stripped him quickly, efficiently, kissing and stroking every patch of skin she exposed. He let her toy with him, hissing when she swatted his ass. "You like that?"

"Aye," he gasped, guiding her other hand to his painfully erect cock. Emma stroked him the way he liked, occasionally spanking him, as her own body started to tremble. Liam shoved two fingers deep inside her dripping heat, his mouth on her swollen nub. She came with a sharp cry, Killian's arms encircling her for support as she fell.

As she caught her breath, Liam peeled the dress off, along with her strapless bra. Emma left her heels on, knowing it would drive them crazy. She squeezed Killian's ass before shoving him down on the bed. He stared at her with heavy lidded eyes as she pulled Liam to her, licking his fingers clean and then plundering his mouth. Her body still throbbed, nowhere near satisfied. "Strip," she ordered Liam, shoving at his chest.

He moved to do so, unconcerned when she left him to rejoin Killian. She straddled Killian's hips, unashamedly grinding her wet core against his thick cock. "Emma," he panted. "Please."

"Don't like being on your back?" she teased, giving him a wicked smirk.

"You're being a fucking tease," he growled, shoving his hips up. He made no other move to take control, clearly enjoying Emma on top despite his words.

Emma bent down to kiss him, pulling lightly on his hair. "You love it," she hissed. "But I need you." She pushed up, one hand on his chest, the other between them, guiding him in. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by thick inch, moaning at the way he filled her. She rocked slowly, in no hurry now that he was locked in her body. She beckoned Liam with a crook of her finger; he knelt on the bed next to them, completely nude. Emma kissed him as she rode his brother, hands sliding down his broad hairy chest. She teased the short hairs, making Liam groan.

"Emma," he panted, hips rocking toward her.

Emma grinned, thoroughly enjoying having them at her mercy. She brought Liam's hand down to where she and Killian were joined, urging him to rub her. "Don't come," she warned Killian. "Even if I do."

"Bloody fuck," he snarled, shoving his hips into hers.

She shoved him back down roughly. "Watch." She pulled Liam back to her, kissing him long and slow. She curled her fingers around his cock, jerking him off with practiced strokes. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers slipping faster over her damp flesh. "More," she demanded, her own hand moving faster. Liam was trembling; she held on to his shoulder to keep steady. "Come for me."

She and Liam came together, her cry echoing as he spurted his release across her skin. Killian moaned as her walls fluttered around him; he had to bite his lip to keep from falling over the edge himself. She and Liam kissed passionately as she came down, smearing his cum over their skin. The moment they broke apart, Killian flipped her over, spreading her legs wide as he plunged back inside. Emma mewled in pleasure, secretly hoping she'd driven him too far.

"Again," she pleaded, kissing him hard. "I need to come again."

Killian was beyond speech, but he heeded her, thumb and finger pinching her swollen clit. The third orgasm came hard on the heels of the second, need finally sated. Killian pulled out of her as her walls fluttered, grunting hoarsely as his seed splashed over her stomach. He collapsed next to her, panting. Emma buzzed from her high, thoroughly satisfied. When Killian regained his breath, he leaned over to kiss her, murmuring how much he loved her.

"Love you too," she muttered, reaching for Liam blindly. He stretched out beside her, kissing her cheek.

"I'm right here, lass."

"Good." They all laughed quietly, enjoying the afterglow. At length, Liam got a wet towel to clean them off; Emma shivered as he wiped her skin clean.

"So, uh, that was intense," Killian said casually, his hand resting on Emma's stomach.

"Surprised?" Emma asked.

"With you? Nothing surprises me, love." He winked at her before nuzzling her shoulder. "I love that side of you."

Liam agreed, returning to her other side. "It's definitely a turn on," he said, kissing the swell of her breast.

Their complete acceptance warmed her heart. "Thanks for letting me take care of that."

"I never doubted you for a second," Killian said. "But I will gladly defend your honor if the need ever arises."

She smiled at him. "I know. Unnecessary but sweet."

"That bloke didn't hurt you?" Liam asked.

She shook her head. "Not physically. The name calling stung a bit."

Liam kissed her brow. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Probably won't be the last time," she said sadly. There was no way to get everyone to accept them, a fact she was slowly learning to accept herself. "As long as we know how we feel, nothing else matters, right?"

"Couldn't have put it better myself."

Killian played with her hair. "As soon as the court martial's over, we'll take some leave. We could take that trip to France, love."

"I'd like that." She kissed them both, relaxing as they talked about all the mischief they could get up to across the Channel. It gave her something to look forward to in the weeks to come.