A/N: ... I know... I know. But, please let me explain! My husband has been gone all month, and my mother came to visit. Now, let me tell you, in case this has never happened to you, writing smut with your mother in the room is impossible. Kind of ruins the mood. Anyways, please don't kill me! I know you'll love this chapter, and you'll love me for it! It's a bit shorter than I had hoped, but I wanted to get this out there for you guys, so that means next chapter will probably bit longer. I hope this will be worth your long wait! Happy reading! HUGE thanks to Buffybabe42 for always leaving me great reviews and comments, you've really helped the muse out!

There was an urgency in his kiss, feeling more than a want for something that hasn't been had in over a week, but something else. It lingered between them as deepened the kiss, demanding entry into the depths of her mouth, his tongue tasting every inch he could. He hadn't said a single word, and he didn't make a move to, instead, he hugged her against his body even tighter, pressing her into the heat of him, molding them together.

She couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped her mouth as a hand made its way under her t-shirt, tickling her skin and lighting a fire inside of her. She was glad that she had changed once inside her room after coffee and diner with Ruby. His blood was soaking into the shirt, hot and wet at her back. It was his turn to moan when his hand didn't feel a bra, his fingers pressing into the bare skin there. He pulled himself away from her long enough to pull his own shirt off, quickly bending down to capture her lips in another desperate kiss.

The short glimpse she had of him showed he didn't appear to be injured anywhere else but his left arm, although it didn't seem to bother him much. She ran her hands up his stomach, feeling contracting muscle and soft hair, his skin growing even hotter the higher her fingers went. Emma touched him with the same fervor he grasped at her with, trying to feel every inch and memorize the way the other felt. His lips were everywhere and it was nowhere near enough for her. His mouth traveled down her chin, running along her jaw line, teeth nipping at the junction of her neck and jaw before his smooth tongue soothed the bite.

Both hands were under her shirt now, one hot and dry, the other was slick and almost searing, but it felt amazing. It was right on the edge of pain, but the pleasure was so much stronger. Before she knew what he was doing, her shirt was over her head, landing at their feet carelessly. He paused to look at her bare breasts, his eyes wide and lips parted in an almost pained expression of a starved man. He glanced up at her eyes, and seeing no hesitation in them, he lowered his head, kissing down the swell of a breast before licking her nipple. Emma shuddered, holding on to his shoulders for purchase as he worked his mouth around the sensitive bud. Moaning, he pulled the hardened flesh into his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue simultaneously. Emma bit at her bottom lip, running a hand into his hair to press him harder onto her chest. He pulled back just enough to switch to the other side, his scruff scratching her sternum on the way.

His hands squeezed her breasts, one side of her body getting smeared with the black blood still trickling from his wounds. The small groans he made were driving her crazy, creating a warmth low in her abdomen, setting her skin alight. Moaning, she squeezed him tighter, her head falling back, exposing her through. Killian looked up and took the opportunity to latch onto the sensitive skin on her neck, teeth grazing across her décolletage while inhaling her angelic scent. Instinctively, a hand reached down and grasped at her hip, thumb sliding under the waistband of her pajama pants, circling the soft skin there. Her knees almost came out from under her, buckling slightly, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck for support. He was more than willing to keep her steady, circling his injured arm around her waist, lifting her up slightly. Emma gasped when his thumb brushed over the top of her underwear, but he didn't go further, not wanting to push her.

She pressed herself forward, molding her body onto his, grasping at the hard planes of his back. Wetness pooled between her legs, a sensation she had only felt one other time with him, in his apartment, the night before he left. She remembered the way her hips instinctively rocked up into his, the way her body knew what to do even when she didn't. She had wondered if Killian's energy was creating this urge in her, but she didn't feel corrupted. Her kind could feel corruption in the air, even if they couldn't stop it, but she felt nothing but their combined energies mingling together in the atmosphere. She hadn't even realized that they had been moving back into the room until the bed pressed into the backs of her knees. Emma nudged him with her nose, forcing his mouth back onto hers. He happily obliged, smiling against her eager lips.

He gently pushed her down onto the bed, remaining upright between her spread knees. She looked so beautiful like this, looking up at him through dark lashes, green eyes glowing in the dimly lit room. He ran his right hand through her hair, stopping to rest on her cheek, thumb rubbing against her bottom lip. He gave her a soft smile before kneeling down, grabbing the waistband of her pajama pants on both sides and pulling down a few inches. Emma's breath hitched, taking a deep breath through her nose. She watched Killian's eyes turn down slightly at her reaction. She wasn't hesitating, she didn't want to hesitate, but she was nervous. She wanted this, but it was her first time; nervousness was to be expected. She smiled at him, nodding and wiggling her hips, almost giggling when his lips turned up as well.

The demon slowly started pulling her pants down further down her legs, exposing her smooth, pale skin with every inch until the fabric pooled around her ankles. She pulled her feet out from the pants, leaving them in a pile between their legs. He stared at her in awe, covered in nothing but white, cotton underwear, the Fallen angel was a vision, too stunning for words to describe. He held her eyes with his as he bent down, placing a kiss onto one knee, and then the other. She gasped, exhaling loudly as his mouth slowly made its way up both inner thighs, stopping right before the apex. He hooked his fingers on either side of her underwear, his eyes smoldering as his slowly pulled them down her slim thighs. She gripped at the rough sheets beneath her, unable to stop herself from biting her lower lip. As the last bit of clothing was pulled away from her ankles, she felt liberated, sighing in relief as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She heard him growl, low and broken, at her completely bare form. She could feel his hot breath, smoky and thick, between her legs, and made her throb with want.

Wrapping his arms under her legs, he pulled her forward, closer to his face, giving him complete access to her waiting flesh. He looked at her in amazement, she was completely bare, one of the marks of an Innocent, keeping her looking young, and proving her infertility to the demons, angels, and mortals that dare see her this way. He found her absolutely beautiful, smooth and hairless, she was a seamless line of pale skin and subtle curves, ready for the taking. He leaned forward, placing open-mouthed kisses across her lower stomach, teeth grazing each hip bone before moving back down. His breath ghosted over her mound, dark grey smoke rolling off her skin and diffusing into the air.

His vivid blue eyes swirled with the flames that were on the cusp of taking over, but he remained calm and collected. She could see the pure want in those blue depths, the almost pained expression of wanting to just take her, and she loved it. She propped herself on her elbows, her lips parted and breath shaky. She wasn't sure what the demon was about to do, but she wanted it. The look in his eyes gave her all the encouragement she needed to allow him access to her prized virtue. He kept eye contact with her, slowly descending until his lips gently brushed her sensitive flesh. Her hips bucked up, forcing him to drape his right arm across her hips to hold her still. His left hand massaged the side of her thigh as he ran a tongue through her folds. They moaned in unison, Emma's head falling back, a delicate hand reaching down to lace he fingers with his bloody ones on her leg.

She tasted divine, more so than he had ever imagined. Her flavor was that of a ripe, exotic fruit, tangy and sweet, and perfect. He went back for more, sliding his tongue over her clit, a part of her she didn't know existed. She reacted just as he had hoped, loud groan escaping her perfect lips, body tensing, skin flushing. He loved how she intuitively ground herself down onto his tongue, hips rolling in a seductive dance he couldn't deny. He moved his hand from across her hips, going towards her chest and grabbing a breast in his large hand.

It felt like nothing she had ever experienced. It felt like something she wanted to peak, fall over the edge with, but never wanted the fall to end. She couldn't keep still, her body felt strung, like an overly taught string, and she was waiting for Killian to snap the thread. She watched his mouth on her most private skin, lapping and sucking so delicately. His handsome and harsh features fit perfectly between her thighs, the roughness of his stubble scratching at her skin, leaving red marks that furthered the pleasure she was feeling.

His arousal was painfully hard in his pants, but he knew she still needed to be warmed up, and he was more than willing to wait to please her properly. His eyes held hers as he brought a single finger to his mouth, sucking on it to coat his digit in saliva, thickened by the taste of her essence. She licked her lips at the sight of the demon, so ridiculously beautiful, do things that she knew had to be debauch. She felt his slick finger slip between her wet folds and circle her entrance, something she only knew about because of learning about the Virgin Birth. It was a strange sensation, but wasn't unpleasant, and Killian's face, full of wanting and need, immediately comforted any anxiety.

He didn't penetrate, not yet, wanting to allow her to adjust to the feeling of her virginal hole being touched. He couldn't hold the deep groan at feel of the small opening, completely untouched, even by her own hand. There was something absolutely sinful about being the only one to ever touch her where she had been denied to accept as anything other than a wrongfully tempting part of her body. He bent down to lick her swollen clit as he slowly pushed his finger into her, watching her face for any signs of pain. She only showed surprise, her eyes wide and mouth open, a small whimper falling from her lips. With a growl, he began to gently pump his finger in and out, licking at her with his tongue in unison. After a few minutes, he could tell she was accustomed to the intrusion, her body slowly relaxing and melting into his touch. Wetting another finger, he cautiously pushed the second into her tightness, slowing his pace until she adjusted. He continued to move his fingers in and out when both of her hands gripped at his inured arm, pulling it up to rest across her chest. The frequency of the soft cries and the hardening of her walls alerted him to her imminent release, an event, he hoped, would make her want more.

He stood up between her legs, his fingers never leaving the warm embrace of her inner walls. Leaning over her nude form, he held his face directly over hers, feeling her panting, cool breath against his lips. He brought his left arm up, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her up to press their lips together softly. She could feel the wet heat of his blood smearing her skin on the back of her neck and shoulders, but he held her up firmly. Killian kissed her forehead before pressing it against his own, dragging his wet fingers from her heat to circle around her sensitive clit. He could feel her shaking in his grasp, her muscles unintentionally contracting and jerking, her breathing just as erratic. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, her fingers gripping in his hair as she felt herself fall over that blissful peak into a pool of sensation. Her pupils had blown wide, surrounded by the halo of white light that appeared when her energy was at its highest.

Killian could feel her inner muscles contract, even from the outside, and he couldn't contain the pained groan that left his throat as he pressed their lips together. He continued to circle her sensitive bud as she came down from her high, a new flush was present on her cheeks, and her mouth was slack, parted slightly. She looked absolutely beautiful this way, completely undone, relinquishing her righteous virtue to him. The only thing they could hear was their breathing, heavy to the ears, but light against their skin, the air between them filling with the faint smoke escaping the demon's mouth anytime it opened. Emma would breathe it in, inhaling deeply to bring him further inside, needing the intimacy he was providing. She had never imagined anything could feel as good as he had made her feel. She could have never believed that the hand of a demon was better than a kiss from her Heavenly Father, better than the pure, untainted energy she had been bestowed. Killian was so much better, so much more than she could even fathom.

He drug his dampened fingers from her folds, up her body before pressing them against her lips. He slowly pushed one into her mouth, bending down to suck on the other, tasting her together. She didn't know why she felt the familiar pull in her abdomen at her own tangy essence, but she noticed the demon loved it, removing his fingers and plunging his tongue into her mouth, devouring her gasp of surprise. His body was burning on top of her, not yet surrounded by flames, but releasing steam into the air. His eyes remained blue, but the inferno was kindled, just waiting for a gust of air to ignite fully.

Without warning he stood up straight, kicking out of his shoes and socks before unbuttoning his pants. Emma watched as his hands worked the fabric, only slightly hindered by the bleeding hand, down his lean hips before the clothing fell to the ground at his feet. His right hand grasped his manhood as he stepped out of the pants, keeping his eyes directly on Emma's, watching her reaction. He couldn't help the smirk that spread across his lips at her wide eyes and open mouth, a worried, but hungry, look swimming in the green depths. He slowly made his way back onto the bed, crawling over her body, kissing his way up until he reached her lips. Their mouths connected gently as he maneuvered himself between her thighs, his hips resting on top of hers, his thick member pressing into her stomach.

A few experimental thrusts had her craving more. She could feel the hard thickness of him across her stomach, rocking carefully over her. The silky drag of it, the smooth but rigid feel, had her curious. She wiggled a hand in between them, urging Killian to lift himself off of her a few inches, allowing her hand to wrap around his cock firmly. He thrust into her hand, moaning loudly, his left forearm pressed into the mattress by her head, his right hand grasping her hips tightly. He allowed her to explore, knowing fully that she had never seen or touched a male member that was aroused before. Nudity wasn't considered sexual to her kind, and he hoped exploring the sexual nature of it would be fun for them both. He wasn't disappointed.

Emma stroked and squeezed his cock as he slid it between her thin fingers, reveling in the soft, but hard, feel of him. She loved how he would shake if she squeezed it, how he would growl when she did a slow, long stroke. It was more than she had expected, even with her limited knowledge of subject. She had no idea how his cock was going to fit inside of her, but she knew it was possible. Experiencing thousands of centuries of births was enough to prove that. She swiped her thumb across the head, feeling a bead of wetness spread over him as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. He kissed her neck, her collar bone and her ear, breathing deeply as she swirled her thumb over the tip as her hand gripped hard. He brought his left hand to her cheek, cupping her face as his thumb moved across her bottom lip. She pulled the digit inside, licking at his blood and skin. The black blood tasted of spice and smoke, coating her mouth in a warm layer, a faint burnt flavor clinging to the back of her tongue.

He couldn't take anymore of her sweet torture lulling him into a primal state, so close to completion. Forcing his hand away from her hip, he wrapped it around her hand that was touching him, bringing it up to rest on his shoulder. Her fingers tangled into his hair as he ran his right hand down her thigh, grabbing behind her knee to lift her leg up and over his hip. Their hips were flush, the only thing between them was Killian's hard length, pressing over her slit, rubbing through her slickness to coat himself with her essence. She shivered with the contact, surprised by how incredible he felt between her legs, how his slim hips fit perfectly between her, and how his larger body hovered over her.

Dragging his right hand from her thigh across his hip up, he caressed her jaw, his thumb stroking idly along the skin of her temple, smiling softly at her. He could have easily taken her, a slight adjusting in the angle of his hips and he could have been sliding through her heat, pressing into uncharted territory, claiming it as his, and his alone, but he couldn't. He couldn't force himself to do anything that could hurt her, or scare her, because her happiness and her comfort meant more to him than anything else, and it was a chilling thought he wished to save for another time.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice deep and quiet, his words only meant for her ears. He started into the green eyes, a white halo around the pupil, and almost prayed that she would let him continue.

A few seconds passed by, seconds that seemed longer than his eternal life, but she eventually smiled at him. "Yes," she said simply, licking her lips before leaning up to kiss his. Killian exhaled a loud sigh in relief before their lips touched. Their tongues curled around each other before they broke apart, breathing heavily, smoke filling the small space between them. With his left arm still holding most of his weight, spreading blood all over them both, he adjusted their bodies, giving him better access to her sweet center. Removing his other hand from her face, he placed his fingers to parted lips, gathering saliva before lowering his hand and coating his hard length for lubrication.

It would take all of his will power to not plunge into her tightness, but he would not ruin this for her, for either of them. He aligned himself with her entrance carefully, watching her face the entire time, reading the emotions that appeared there. Gently, he pushed in lightly, not yet penetrating but allowing his member to tease her hole, preparing it for his invasion. She gasped as he pushed a little farther, the smallest bit of him entering her, but it was not painful. She gave him a slight nod, telling him to continue, the anticipation of being filled was almost too much. He pushed deeper, this time the head of his cock slipping, eliciting a groan from the demon. Emma bit her lip, thick pressure building between her legs, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It almost felt as if she took in more, the pressure would ease, so she urged him to continue, her grip in his hair grew stronger, her other hand grasping at his bicep, nails digging into his skin. Her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him closer, wanting more of the delicious burn of his manhood stretching her. He watched her bite her bottom lip, taking a deep breath and moaning ever-so-lightly, and he was done. He gently thrust forward, this time continuing until most of his length was sheathed snugly inside of her. They both moaned as he finally filled her completely, taking away the virtue she once had, taking away the innocence she had been destined with.

He remained still, relishing in the feel of her warmth wrapped around his hardened member and the way her face screwed then relaxed as her body gave into the pleasure. Once he felt she had become accustomed to his size, he slowly eased out of her, coming just to the tip and gently filling her again. He watched her face carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort, more than to be expected when deflowering someone. He could feel himself shake above her, not from holding himself up, but from holding back. She was so tight and wet around him, his body heat making her walls feel hot against himself, and it was almost too much to stay composed.

To put into words what Emma felt when the demon entered her in the most intimate way possible was an impossibility. While there was a discomfort, a thick pressure, there was a feeling of completeness and pleasure she never knew to exist. To slow and long drags of his cock made her head buzz, the weight of his body on top of hers felt like a fire had been set, one that was harmless and soothing. The grinding of their hips, his wounded arm holding himself up next to her head, the other caressing her thigh in a strong, but firm, grasp, had brought her closer to understanding herself than any other experience she had ever had. Being blessed for her work, remaining pure, and even becoming a Fallen, had not affected her as much as this moment had. It was almost as if she could see their energies, their beings, mingle together in a perfect balance of good and evil, a perfect amount of sin and righteousness.

Her virginal state kept her tight, and he knew having Emma's sex wrapped around his cock would pull his seed far faster than he wanted, but he didn't have the will to care. He didn't expect this to happen, at least not like this, but his trip back to his infernal home, the threats that had been made, and the emotional enlightenment he had experienced conducted his actions, and he didn't regret a single moment. The angel was beautiful, writhing under him wantonly, like a woman with far more experience than her. She was naturally beautiful, and surprisingly, naturally sexual, when encouraged.

Killian maintained his slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm her in any way. There would be plenty of time to explore with different methods, he hoped. His gentleness not only surprised her, but he also surprised himself. He had never worried about the other women he had fucked, never really needed to, they always seemed to enjoy his rough nature. There was something special about this moment, he felt a connection he had never felt, a want for more than just her body. A desire for her soul was present, and it scared him. He pushed his fear away, focusing solely on the creature beneath him. Bending down, he kissed her jaw, making his way over until his lips found hers. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, loving the whimper she made as her eyes fluttered open. He found lust in those angelic eyes, and it forced his pace to increase lightly. He allowed himself to enter her deeper, but stayed tender. He wanted more than anything to feel her cum around his cock, squeeze around his length deliciously. It would be the end of him, a sweet, sweet undoing he would gladly give his life for.

She felt that tingling sensation where their bodies were connected just as before, the same feeling he created with his fingers. While the sensation was the same, it had more intensity, spreading throughout her limbs and even into her head. She felt drunk off of the push and pull of their bodies, the way he smelled of something burning, the way the smoke he breathed out seemed to make her hot and wanting. She was drawn to his form; tanned skin, a dusting of black hair, lean muscle, sitting below a beautiful face and enticing eyes. She understood why mortal women would sell their souls for his time, for his attention.

Killian felt the coiling low in his loins, marking his closeness to completion. Feeling her walls begin fluttering around him only edged him on. She was close, he could feel it, and the look on her face only proved it further. He pressed himself more fully onto her, needing to feel every inch of her body on his. He switched arms, moving his right forearm to rest next to her face, his hand holding the back of her head, while his left hand moved to caress her cheek, thumb resting below her bottom lip. He watched as her porcelain skin was stained with the black of his blood, and the sight almost sent him over the edge. She was beautiful, even with the slight addition of darkness.

She wrapped her arms around his back, her hands hooking at the tops of his shoulders, allowing her to feel muscles move beneath the skin. She was there, at the precipice of the mountain, and all she needed was one more push to send her falling. Her back arched on its own accord, and making eye contact with Killian, holding her stare with those deep blue pools sent her tumbling. Her body arched into his, pressing them even closer, her eyes slammed shut and she saw a light brighter than that of Heaven. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure ripped through her, and she was barely aware of the demon's growls and moans of encouragement. When she finally came back to the moment, she felt his mouth on her neck, his body moving more erratically, the muscle beneath her hands twitching and shuddering. She held him close, running her fingernails across his shoulders as he pressed his forehead to her cheek. She felt hot breath billow against her neck as his body all but vibrated above her.

Her orgasm had released the beast within him, making his resolve almost impossible to control. He kept his thrusts gentle, but allowed himself to fully enter her in long, strong strokes. At that moment, the only thought he had running through his mind was filling her up with his seed, coating her walls with it and claiming her completely. With a final thrust and growl, he found release within her, slowly rutting into her as he finished. Barely able to breath, he couldn't remember a time where sex had ever felt this great. He was completely spent, working hard to keep himself in check, but he couldn't move, he couldn't pull out of the angel's wetness, and didn't want to lose contact. It wasn't until he felt Emma squirm beneath him that he lifted himself up and kissed her deeply before rolling off to the side.

She immediately felt the loss of his body heat as he rolled off, but she sought out his hand, wanting something to hold on to. She couldn't explain how she felt, completely sated, but surrounded by a shadow of guilt that kept her from feeling totally blissful. She found his hand, large and hot next to her and she gripped his tightly, relaxing slightly as he laced their fingers together. He brought their hands up to his lips, kissing her knuckles lightly before leaning up. He sat up just enough to press his lips to her forehead, giving her pleasant smile and kissing her. She returned the action in earnest, feeling things differently but completely the same. She had experienced what it felt like to be intimate with another, and it had forever altered her perception of the world.

With his arm wrapped around her front, he shifted their bodies so his front was pressed against her back. He held her close, pulling her tightly against him, his left hand cupping her breast possessively. She could feel a wetness pooling between her thighs, thick and slippery, and she knew it to be his release. It made her smile, but she wouldn't let him see that. While it was cool in the room, the heat Killian produced was enough to keep her warm without any blankets. His strong arms surrounded her, and his chest pressed into her shoulder blades. She felt completely safe in his embrace, like nothing could ever hurt her. Looking down, she saw his injured hand and forearm, covered in black, but the bleeding had stopped. She knew they were both covered in his blood, but it didn't matter, but she was curious as to what had happened to him in Hell. She was curious as to the events that led up to this moment. He had appeared at her door, bleeding, still steaming from the heat difference, and looking relieved at the sight of her. Then he had kissed her, and the world had stopped until now.

It dawned on her that she had only said one word to him the whole time, he had simply said a few more. Everything went so smoothly, at least, she thought it did, that they didn't even need to communicate. They could read each other's eyes, and that's all they needed. "Killian?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She pulled his arm tighter around her, and she could feel the wounds that had been inflicted there.

"Yes, love?" he replied, nuzzling his face into her neck and inhaling deeply. He never held onto a lover after the fact, but her body drew him in, and he couldn't part from it.

"What happened to you?" her question came out concerned, and she traced the marks left on him, feeling the deep and shallow cuts, but he never flinched from her touch.

"A simple disagreement, that's all," he stated softly, kissing her neck and licking at her pulse. He knew that she would ask questions eventually, but he didn't feel it necessary to talk about it now.

Emma chewed on her lip, she could tell he was hiding something, but didn't want to push it, not after the sex they had. The guilt that had clouded her mind was slowly pushing its way back to be nothing more than a small speck of doubt. He allowed her eyes to fall shut as she took a deep breath, cuddling back into the warm body behind her.

Holding the angel in his arms only strengthened the need he felt to protect her. She had already been through so much since coming to this world, and he couldn't bear to have her experience any more. He knew there that he couldn't tell Emma about Regina's plan. He couldn't make her live in fear along with all of the other negative feelings she had about her situation. He would protect her from Mammon, even if it killed him. Telling her would only complicate things. She didn't need to know.

He felt her breath even out as she fell asleep. He couldn't help the smile that spread over his lips having her sleeping in his arms. He pressed a chaste kiss to neck before settling down. He'd let her sleep for a while, hopefully get some sleep himself, and then they'd talk about where this left them. He hadn't planned to have her this way, but after returning from Hell, and seeing her, he just couldn't control his desires. Over her shoulder he could see the underwear he had stripped her of on the floor, pure white with stains of black from his blood. He saw the cloth as an example of his Fallen Angel, mostly pure, but her body was now tainted, and her soul was tinged black. While he loved having her, he couldn't help but feel guilty about stripping her of her most prized possession: her virtue.

After waiting a while, he allowed himself to fall asleep with the scent of her hair filling his lungs, the feel of her body in his arms, and the sweet curve of her ass pushing back onto him. He could fall asleep and wake up to his for the rest of eternity and never tire of her. He only hoped she would, eventually, feel the same.

A/N: Please tell me that about 4700 words of pure smut made up for the long time between updates! Haha, I hope so. I worked hard on this, making sure everything was perfect and fitting for their first time together and Emma's deflowering. These are never beta'd, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Please let me know what you thought, I love to hear from you guys! I hope you'll never have to wait this long again, but I don't make promises to anyone or anything, you never know what life is going to throw at you. Until next time, my dark ones... -Bailey