Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time

AN: So, here it is, the new story. A big thank you to GranddaughterOfCaskettAndTivia for being the world's most awesome beta. This story is based of the little drabble from Tailor Made, also called "I Choose You." I hope you all enjoy it. It's a lot of Captain Swan goodness! ~ XOXO MAS

Chapter One

The Jolly Roger

Emma pressed another kiss to Henry's head before tucking the blanket firmly around him. He'd insisted on leaving the captain's quarters and sleeping in the same room with the rest of the lost boys and their family. Emma sighed and tugged her sweater on. Hook was at the helm and everyone else was supposed to be asleep. Doing a quick headcount again (she wasn't sure she'd ever get over the fear of potentially losing someone she loved, so she'd be doing head counts for the rest of her life), that appeared to be true. Slipping into her boots, she tiptoed up the steps and onto the deck, trying carefully not to wake her mother as she moved. Her eyes landed on Killian at the wheel, staring out into the endless seas, his leather jacket flapping between his legs. Her body hummed just at the sight of him, their one shared kiss in Neverland reverberating in her mind, her blood running hot at the memory. If she was being honest with herself, she'd been attracted to him the moment she pulled him out from under the pile of corpses, even as he lied to her. His bright blue eyes, scruff and dangerous hook all made her body thrum in a way it never had before. If she hadn't pulled away in Neverland, she was fairly certain they would've wound up naked and pinned to the nearest tree with him buried deep inside of her. And she knew it would've been the best sex of her life. Her body thrummed to life at the thought and she had to clench her thighs together and take a few deep breaths before she could move again.

When they came through the portal from Neverland two days before, they didn't exactly land in the waters near Storybrooke as planned. Regina was still trying to figure out what the hell went wrong. After analyzing the map Regina whipped up for them, they still had another ten days at sea at best, two weeks at most, according to Killian. Most everyone was starting to go stir crazy two days into their journey, but Emma was enjoying the gentle rocking of the ship and the peacefulness of the ocean. Not to mention the appeal of watching Killian in his element. It was a sight she could get used to, which should unsettle her, but oddly enough, was quite comforting. She wasn't sure she was ready to give all of that up to be back on solid ground in Storybrooke where she was certain a mess was waiting for her. The town had been nearly demolished by Pan's people before they hopped on a ship to Neverland to rescue Henry. She could only imagine what destruction had occurred between then and now with Leroy and Ruby more than likely running the show.

"Couldn't sleep, love?" Killian's voice drew her thoughts away from her impending responsibilities. Though she'd yet to admit it to anyone, but herself, she was also aware that once they landed in Storybrooke, her time with Killian would come to an end. He'd told her the day before that he was stepping out of the way so she could work things out with Neal. Her boy deserved a whole family. He was going to leave Storybrooke once he was sure they were all safe from any harm. His only promise to her was that if she ever needed him, he would find her. He would always find her. The memory of his words before he disappeared below deck bringing tears once again to her eyes that she had to brush away. Emma had been too stunned to reply that she never wanted another relationship with Neal. They had their chance, nothing could change what he did to her. And Hook had been steadfastly avoiding her since that brief exchange.

Sliding up next to him, Emma replied softly, "Something like that."

"You should try to get some rest, love," Hook advised without even sparing her a glance. She knew how he felt about her and she should've admitted her own feelings sooner. She could've saved them both this pain right now. He was hurt by Neal's sudden reappearance in her life and she was hurt because he hurt. Now that did terrify her.

"You're avoiding me," Emma accused. It came out sharper than she intended and she winced at her words. "I just, you don't..." She sighed and softened her tone as she raked a hand through her hair, trying to keep it out of her face as the wind whipped it around. "Why?"

"Why what, love?" Killian kept his gaze firmly plastered on the open sea.

"Why do you think I want to be with Neal?" Emma asked quickly.

Killian arched a brow and craned his neck to study her. "Don't you? He's the father of your child."

"And the man who sent me to prison for his crime." Killian's brows drew together in confusion at her admission, so Emma briefly launched into her history with Neal. When Killian's grip tightened on the wheel to the point that his knuckles were turning white, Emma rested her hand lightly over his. "I don't want to be with Neal," she murmured. "And not just because of that."

Killian cleared his throat. "Then why?"

"Because a very annoying pirate has already won my heart," she whispered.

"Emma..." Killian warned, his accent thicker than usual.

"I'm serious Killian." His eyes widened at her use of his real name and not his moniker, "I just, I'm not sure how or what..." She sighed and raked her hand through her hair again tugging hard on the strands as she tried to work out her feelings and put them into words. "I've never been good at this. Neal broke me. The foster system broke me. I don't know how to be with someone..." She bit her lip. "But I want to be with you," she whispered the end.

"Bloody hell." Killian locked the wheel and latched her wrist in his hook, spinning her until her back was pressed against the helm. "I need you to be sure, love." His hand raised to tangle in her hair, his fingers tightening lightly in it. "I need you to be certain."

Biting her lip, Emma nodded. "I'm certain, Killian." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's you." His lips landed on hers in the next second, a soft brush at first before deepening as he angled her head back, running his tongue along the seam of her lips before plunging it into her mouth. When he pulled back, his lips trailing over her jaw and down her neck, she sighed. "God, Killian." A moan caught in the back of her throat as his teeth scraped over her pulse. "We have to move this," she murmured.

"My quarters?" He asked hesitantly.

Smiling softly, Emma stroked a thumb over his jaw. "Race you." Before he could even respond she'd ducked under his arm and was dashing towards the ladder that led to his cabin.

"Bloody minx." Killian grinned following her.

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The next day, late in the afternoon as the ship moved steadily towards the water, Snow studied her daughter from across the deck of the ship. Emma had been a little bit sluggish throughout the day, like she hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before. Snow knew that it had been a taxing adventure in Neverland and everyone was hoping to already be home by now, still the exhaustion should've caught up with Emma enough to force her to sleep. Yawning and stretching, Emma appeared to be tired and sore. Perhaps the hammock was getting to her, Snow mused silently. Crossing the deck, Snow propped her daughter's feet up and rested them on her lap as she settled against the railing behind the bench. "Did you get any sleep last night?" Snow asked as Emma yawned again and pulled her arms over her head, her back cracking slightly at the movement. She still felt boneless and sated and exhausted and slightly used in the best way, but so happy.

"Mhm, a little," she murmured honestly, tucking her leather jacket under her head as she laid back on the bench along the port side of the the ship. It was summer now and warm out, and the heat from the sun felt like a warm blanket wrapped around her. The gentle rocking of the ship and the knowledge that Killian was only a few feet away watching over her and teaching Henry to sail, nearly lulling her to sleep.

"I thought I heard someone get up in the middle of the night," her mother asked, watching her carefully.

"I did. I took over the wheel for Killian," she murmured. "He was tired and I wasn't sleeping," she lied. They'd discussed keeping their new budding relationship quiet until they got back to Storybrooke and could settle into a steady routine that Henry would be amendable to, plus they still had some things to work out themselves. There was still a bit of uncertainty about their commitment to each other, not that Emma was ultimately concerned. And that didn't mean they couldn't get to know each other now. They'd talked late into the night, after they began to explore the physical side to their relationship. They understood each other, they would find that middle ground without a problem. She just needed to make sure Henry was alright first. Maybe she'd set him up for a few sessions with Archie when they returned. She made a mental note to discuss it with Regina first. She also needed to tell Regina that there would be a new man in Henry's life. She deserved to know who was influencing their son.

"Well, why don't you go below and rest?" Snow suggested softly.

"Comfortable here." Emma's eyes drifted shut and she stretched again. Her mother made a sound of assent and left her alone in peaceful silence. A moment later she felt a shadow fall over her. "Trying to rest here," she yawned out.

"Love, if you want to rest why don't you just go down to my quarters." The shadow disappeared and the sound of the voice moved from above her to by her ear. "No one will think anything of it. It's a much more comfortable place to sleep anyhow."

Emma shook her head and let it fall to the side, her eyes sliding open. "I'm enjoying the sun. It's warm and feels good."

Killian chuckled as she stretched again, her shirt rising up slightly, revealing a small patch of her creamy skin as her back arched one last time. "You're like a bloody feline minx, teasing a man." His eyes dragged over her body slowly and she felt her blood thrum and flood of want travel to the apex of her thighs.

"How do I already want you again when I feel so boneless now?" She murmured tiredly, her eyes slipping closed.

"I'm talented like that," he leered.

Rolling her eyes, she chose not to respond because her response would either feed his already over-inflated ego or be a flat out lie. "I'm happy here," she whispered. "I really like this boat."

"She's a ship love, not a row boat," Killian admonished, his hand gently caressing the enchanted wood of his home.

"Fine, I like her a lot." She smiled softly at him, she was tempted to reach out and just run her fingers over his strong jaw line and then up to his hair, which was deceptively silky, maybe trace over the scar on his cheek or let her thumb linger on his lips and then tug his mouth down to hers. "This is going to be really good, isn't it?"

Of course he knew exactly what she was talking about. "Aye, love, I think it is," he agreed. "Rest, but if your back starts to hurt, please go below to an actual bed."

"It's summer now," Emma observed, ignoring his request that would ultimately just put unnecessary space between them. Killian nodded in agreement. "When we get settled back in Storybrooke we should take her out and I'll show you what a bikini is."

His brow furrowed adorably and he repeated, "Bikini?" She had so much to teach him about the pleasures of the modern world. Just as he had so much to teach her regarding the abilities of a man with only one hand, a very sexy hook, and a wicked tongue.

"You'll like it. Women wear them in the summer. Little scraps of clothing, barely anything to them. They wear them to the beach or the pool or the lake or out on a boat. I'll get one just for you. Maybe the color of your eyes." Her eyes fluttered shut again. "You can rip it off of me right here on the deck."

Killian shifted lightly. "Bloody hell, you're a wanton woman, Swan." She just sighed in agreement. He cleared his throat. "I'll let you rest," he murmured. "Sleep well, princess."

David watched from across the deck as Hook stood up, a smile playing at his lips as he returned to the helm with a silent nod of thanks to Neal. "She was okay?"

Snow nodded. "She said she couldn't sleep and watched the wheel for Hook."

"And he just let her?" David asked incredulously.

"It's strange, she's tired, but she seems..." Snow tapped her fingers against the railing they were standing besides. "Content."

"I don't like the way Hook is looking at her," David admitted.

"You don't think that they..." Snow shook her head. "They wouldn't. I mean, Emma has Neal and Henry to consider and she has better taste than that." She smiled confidently at her husband. "I'm sure a lot of this has to do with being on the sea. I'm sure she's just a little off-kilter from being forced to spend so much time on a boat and sleep in a hammock."

"Maybe," David consented.

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Emma's back arched off of the bed in Killian's quarters long after the rest of the ship went to bed. "Killian." Her voice was raspy from moaning and gasping as she tried to keep it down so no one would hear them. "Right there." She tightened her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his ass. "Harder."

Leaning forward, Killian pressed his lips against hers with enough force to bruise, his fingers holding tightly to her hips, sure to leave fingertip shaped bruises behind. Dragging his mouth away from hers and over to the shell of her ear, he murmured, "So bloody tight and hot. Let go, love. Come for me, Emma." His hand moved to where they were joined, lightly flicking her clit as her back bowed off the bed and a silent scream tore from her throat while her body shuddered almost violently.

Killian followed a moment later, collapsing on top of her. She let out a mewl of disappointment when he withdrew and rolled off of her. "How are you real?" Emma asked, brushing a wisp of hair out of her eyes.

Rolling to his side, Killian's hook trailed tantalizingly up her side. "I could ask the same of you, love. You're bloody magnificent." His lips followed the metal, trailing up to her neck. "We should get some rest tonight though, you looked so tired today."

Emma smiled softly at the concern in his lilted voice and wound an arm around his waist, tucking her body into his. "I was so happy today. I haven't been happy like that..." She paused. "Well, ever." Killian brushed a kiss over the top of her head, a smile pulling at his lips. "And once we're back and settled and I know Henry is okay and we can really figure all of this out and we can just walk down Main Street hand-in-hand..." She felt her heart swell at the picture in her mind's eye. "I don't know if there's an adjective to describe how I'll be."

Tightening his hold on her, Killian asked, "You really want a life like that with me?"

Emma looked up at him, her fingers trailing absently over his chest hair. "I mean, would you want to stay in Storybrooke, or would you want to-"

"I want to be wherever you are, love. I'd be very happy to stay in Storybrooke and find a way to start a life with you." The back of his hand slowly traced her jaw. "I just can't believe you're not making me fight harder for you."

"You already have fought so hard, despite my protests." She glared playfully at him, "And why do you think you need to fight any harder for me?" Emma asked.

"Because I'm not a good man. Because I've done so many bad things..." His eyes darkened and she could feel the sadness and regret creep into his tone as his voice trailed off and she wanted nothing more than to remind him of just how good he really was. She wanted him to see what she saw when she looked at him.

"We've all done many bad things, Killian. That doesn't mean we can't find our own happy ending. We can change. You control your own life. You just have to choose to be happy with me." She bit her lip. "I've already chosen that with you." She rested a hand over his heart. "Your revenge-"

"Doesn't matter anymore, Swan. Milah would want me to be happy. And hurting Henry's grandfather, hurting her son's father, that wouldn't make her happy or, I realize now, myself. But loving you, that does make me happy." He pressed a kiss to her hand that was cupping his cheek. "And that's all Milah really wanted out of life, to be happy. She'd want the same for me."

"Mhm, I guess that wasn't a one time thing in Neverland," she mused and arched her neck to let her lips lightly brush the underside of his jaw.

Bringing his lips down to hover over hers he chuckled. "You didn't honestly believe that did you?"

Emma shrugged. "I guess I was in denial." She tugged him down into one more kiss before she snuggled even more into his embrace and yawned.

"Sleep, my Swan. Please. I shan't have you falling overboard out of exhaustion on my watch. Besides, if we want to rise well before the prince..." Killian began.

"You know that I don't need my parents' approval for who I date, right?" Emma asked quickly.

"Date?" Killian echoed, his brow furrowing adorably.

Emma grinned. "Um, court, I suppose is the word you would use." She really did have so much to teach him about their customs in Storybrooke. And hopefully he would share many of his with her.

"Ah, so when I court you I won't need their majesties approval?" He teased.

"Not in the slightest," She hummed, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Sleep does sound nice," she finally relented, letting her eyes flutter closed. Wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, Emma had no problem falling into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

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Three Days Later

"Someone has been rather content lately."

Emma rolled her eyes at Regina's voice behind her, choosing to ignore the innuendo laced in her words, Emma turned from facing the ocean to where their son sat playing dice with Hook while David and Snow manned the helm. "He's back. He's safe. We're all safe. We're going home. What's not to be happy about?"

Regina's eyes narrowed. "I'm not daft, Emma."

"I never said you were," Emma muttered. "Annoying and controlling and manipulative, perhaps, but daft? I've never accused you of being an idiot. That would make me an idiot."

"It's Hook," Regina surmised, ignoring Emma's commentary on her personality. "You're happy because of Hook."

Emma sighed. "I don't need a man-"

"I know, Emma," Regina snapped. "Don't even bother pretending with me. I saw you slipping out of his room this morning and him nearly chasing you down half-naked for another kiss. One you were all to willing to give him. And I was up the other night and I heard decidedly feminine sounds coming from his quarters. I'm not at all surprised that he's that talented. It'd be a waste if someone who looked like that and has lived this long wasn't. And even though I can't stand his demeanor," she rolled her eyes, "I'm not blind, he's quite a specimen."

Emma grimaced. "Really Regina?" Studying the former Evil Queen for a moment longer, Emma finally relented. "I was going to tell you when we got back to Storybrooke. I'm not trying to hide it from you, you're Henry's mother too and you deserve to know what men are in his life."

"For the record," Regina started, "and I'll never admit this to him, but I like Killian far better than Neal." Emma raised a disbelieving brow. "He got our son back. He clearly loves both of you. And he's never abandoned you. That leads me to believe he would never abandon Henry," Regina continued. "But you'll need to take this up with Henry as well." Regina paused for a moment. "I'm sure their highness's will not be thrilled either." She nodded in the direction of Snow and David.

Emma gave a consenting nod. "I know they won't be happy." She grimaced at the thought of having to have this conversation with her parents. "And as for Henry, I was just-"

"Waiting to make sure he's alright?" Regina interrupted. Emma nodded. "Something does seem..." She sighed. "Off," she finally relented.

"He's been through so much, I was thinking Archie could help him," Emma suggested softly, not wanting to offend Henry's other mother now that they seemed to be forming a solid family unit.

"That's a good idea," Regina agreed. "We can get him in sessions when we get back." Regina hesitated before speaking. "I wasn't just teasing you when I said your parents won't approve, you know. Just remind them about second chances. They're firm believers in those."

Emma nodded. "I know, I've heard them talking about Killian and it breaks my heart. It makes me hurt inside, but I want us to know where we're going and what we want before I tackle that problem."

"Just let me know if you need anything," Regina offered with a smile. "Oh, and I already told Tink."

Emma's mouth dropped open and she protested, "Regina!" The former evil queen just smirked at her and sauntered off. Emma shook her head, she may as well prepare for everyone finding out at this point. Tink and Regina mending their broken friendship was apparently not going to bode well for her.

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"You and the Evil Queen seemed to be getting along quite nicely today," Hook commented as he lifted a hand to twine a lock of hair between his fingers. He knew it would be silky the moment he laid eyes on her. He honestly never thought he'd have the opportunity to tangle his hands in it, though. Or to tug at it. And Emma apparently really liked it when he tugged on it. She was a bloody, wanton, insatiable siren. While she enjoyed the slow and lazy sex, it seemed she also liked things a little rough and frantic and passionate. After having her in bed, there was no doubt in his mind that she belonged with a pirate like himself.

Emma's hand ran across his stump, her fingers tracing the scars absently. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and smiled softly at her gesture. She hadn't even flinched or commented when he took his brace off the first time, just accepting it as apart of who he was, loving it all the same. "Mhm," Emma agreed. "She knows about us. And told Tink."

Killian raised a brow. "And she's not pleased, I'm assuming."

"Actually," Emma turned in his arms to lock gazes with him, her hand splaying out over his abdomen, causing his breath to hitch, "she's happy. She likes you Killian, so does Tink. And the two of them are supportive. She did, however, agree that we should wait to tell Henry until we can figure out what's going on with him."

"He just had a traumatic experience love," Killian reminded her. "The bloody wicked man child wanted to kill him. Ripped his heart right out and then tried to suck him into that bloody box. Do you think that could be what's wrong? Nothing this Archie fellow can't fix from the sound of it."

"I know, I know, it's just, we know our son," Emma began. "And how he's acting..." She sighed and closed her eyes. "It's not right. He's not right," she continued. "Neither of us want to spring anything new on him until we're certain there's nothing wrong."

Killian's hand traced over her stomach lazily, his fingers gliding over one of her stretch marks from carrying Henry. The sight of it made him wonder if one day she may have a few more of them from carrying his child. It was something else he'd never considered before she stumbled into his life. "What does Baelfire think of the lad's behavior?" He moved his hand to the other side, finding two more marks from Henry. He never thought stretch marks from carrying a child could be so sexy, but the knowledge that she'd carried the most remarkable lad Killian had ever had the pleasure of knowing only made her stronger and more enticing.

She shivered under his light touch, trying to focus on the conversation at hand and not what he was doing to her. It was scary how easily he could arouse her. One look and she wanted to pounce. It was twice as bad when he was touching her. Emma sighed and scooted impossibly closer to him. "He honestly doesn't know Henry that well, but he says I'm overreacting. He told me that I was being overly emotional and projecting the insecurity I was feeling about sharing him with Regina onto Henry." She rolled her eyes. "Jackass. I've been sharing him with Regina for like a year and a half now. I'm perfectly capable of continuing. And she loves him. And he deserves to have as many people loving on him as he can get," she ranted.

"In other words, Bae doesn't believe there's a problem," Killian surmised.

Emma nodded, her legs tangling further with his as she tried to get even closer. He chuckled softly and tightened his grip around her body. As far as he was concerned, she could be as bloody close to him as she wanted, he would never be one to object. "You spent a lot of time with him today, what did you think?" She asked quietly, her fingers toying with the charms of his necklace. She thought a swan charm may look nice there. She'd have to ask when he birthday was.

"Well, love." Killian's hand skimmed down her side, settling at her hip, his thumb rubbing nonsensical shapes over her hipbone before tracing his fingerprint marks, he'd have to be more careful if they wanted to keep this quiet until they were settled, one good stretch and anyone could see those bruises. Something in his gut told him the her father would not take too kindly to them. "I don't know the lad at all. This is the first time I've ever really spent with him," he murmured. "But he seemed..." Killian paused and looked for the word. "He didn't seem as you and Regina have described."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked, sitting up to hover above him, her green eyes narrowed and determined.

Gazing up at her, Killian thought she looked every bit the protective lioness she was proving to be. "You've described him as hopeful and light and happy-" Killian began.

"And?" Emma prodded impatiently.

"He doesn't seem that way, he seems..." Killian tugged her down to the bed and rested his head on her shoulder, letting her cradle him against her body for a moment. "Distrustful and skeptical." Emma bit her lip and felt tears pool in her eyes. Killian glanced up at her and immediately regretted his words. "Oh, love, I don't know the lad, I could be completely wrong." Killian pulled her into his chest, his maimed arm wrapping around her to pull her close and his hand rubbing circles on her back.

"No, you're not," Emma sniffled, turning her head into his chest so that her words were muffled. "That's what Regina and I both think and it has me terrified. I'm so afraid that by blowing into town nearly two years ago I managed to fuck my son up even more than giving him up for adoption. I was just trying to do the right thing, but maybe it was the wrong thing. I mean if I hadn't stayed this would've never happened to him." She wailed quietly, a sob tearing its way out of her throat. "Maybe I just should've dropped him off and left. Or made myself more untraceable or something. I mean I could just about be the worst fucking mother on the face of the planet."

"Emma." Killian tipped her head up. "You haven't done anything of the sort. I promise you, love. There's something going on that we don't quite understand yet. I'm sure we'll be able to get to the bottom of it." Emma smiled softly at him suddenly and he quirked an eyebrow at that. "What?"

"You said 'we'," she murmured. "You're really not going anywhere."

Killian chuckled. "As if I could ever leave you," he murmured into her hair. Emma smiled and closed her eyes. When they got back to Storybrooke she and Regina would figure out what was going on with Henry and she and Killian would settle into a life together.

And everything would be okay.

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XOXO

MAS