Story begins after 'last rights', near the end of season 5.

Chapter One

Killian has returned from the underworld and surprised Emma in the graveyard at Robins grave. After the initial shock wears off and explanations are given, the two of them start walking to Granny's diner to meet up with everyone else.

Emma just won't let go of Killian, afraid that he will fade away like a good dream and she will be left, once more, in despair.

Nearly at Granny's, Emma pulls Killian to a stop.

"Wait."

"What's wrong, love?"

A shy smile and blush begin creeping up her face.

"I think I just want you all to myself for a bit… is that okay?"

Killian gathers her up in his arms with a grin.

"Emma, you are the only one I came back here for, darling. I will go wherever you like."

Her smile turns slightly mischievous.

"Wanna hide out with me at… the house that you and my son picked out for us and then I appropriated as the dark one? She nervously rambles with a laugh.

Killian chuckles.

"Sure!"

They start walking in the direction of the house and Emma turns pensive.

"Does that make it 'my place' or 'OUR place'?...

I mean, we never really had…that talk." She says, glancing nervously at Killian.

Killian furrows his brow, considering as they walk.

"Well, let's say it's yours for now, and when things calm down a bit, and you feel the time is right, you let me know."

He swings Emma around to hold her in front of him. Leaning in close to catch her eyes, he brings her hand up to kiss as he continues.

"And then it can be OUR place." He finishes with a smile and kisses her sweetly.

They walk the rest of the way, holding hands and stealing glances at each other.

At the front door of her house, Emma turns to Killian.

"So, I have leftover Chinese food from two days ago and all three 'Pirates of the Caribbean' movies. What do you say? Movie marathon?"

She asks with a laugh.

Killian looks at her with amusement tinged with confusion.

"Movies are the moving pictures on the flat, black thing, correct?"

Still laughing, Emma pulls Killian over the threshold and gives him a fast kiss.

"Yes."

"Great. I'm in. [getting close to her again] Whatever you want, Swan. As long as you don't leave my arms tonight."

An hour or so later, there are takeout containers strewn across the coffee table and Emma's face hurts from laughing and smiling as Killian shouts and throws popcorn at the television in disgust.

"No self-respecting captain would abandon is ship just to chase a bloody monkey!"

Emma is lying on the couch with her head in Killian's lap; looking up, watching his face as he yells at the screen.

When she stops laughing to just marvel that Killian is really here with her, it draws his attention and he looks down at her. They just stare at each other for a while; the movie forgotten.

Emma reaches up and slowly pulls Killian down by his shirt collar as she lifts herself up to place a tentative kiss on his lips. The sweetness of the kiss evaporates quickly. Emma tightens her grip on his collar and slides her hands into his black hair. Killian shifts his body slightly more over Emma's to deepen the kiss. His steel hook braced on the couch beside her, he uses his hand to caress her jawline and tilt her face up so he can press his mouth to her throat. Urgency building, Emma begins fumbling with the buttons on Killian's leather vest and she breathily mumbles,

"Off!" and he smiles into her collarbone and pulls Emma into an upright position as he quickly sheds the vest. She immediately begins running her hands all over his chest and starts in on the buttons of his shirt; Her lips following her hands.

Killian's breath is becoming laboured but he manages to ask,

"Perhaps we should plot a course somewhere towards a bed, love?"

Emma, her mouth busy, responds by standing and pulling him off the couch after her. She starts walking him backwards towards the stairs as she continues to rain kisses all over Killian's face and neck. He grins at her constant attention before deciding that she has been at the helm of this particular ship long enough.

Killian slips his hand beneath her shirt and grabs Emma around the waist as he pushes her back against the wall near the base of the stairs to kiss her madly. What started off playful and fun is now becoming frantic and intense. Crushing her against the wall, he pushes his erection into her as the curve of his hook slides against the skin of her ribcage. The coldness of the steel makes Emma gasp and Killian's hand slides up her other side, bunching her shirt between them and exposing her bare stomach. He groans into her lips at the feeling of her skin.

Emma hurriedly tugs at the remaining buttons of his shirt and helps him push it off his shoulders, taking care to not snag it on his hook. Her shirt soon follows his to the floor, leaving her black mesh bra as the only thing between them from the waist up. Killian begins dipping his kisses lower down her chest and slips hook and hand under Emma's thighs to hoist her up and wrap her legs around his hips. He turns and starts walking up the stairs with her. Emma motions in the direction of her bedroom when they reach the top of the stairs and Killian heads in that direction.

Inside the room, Emma gets a shock when Killian's boot kicks the door shut behind them and he drops her on the bed hard enough to make her bounce.

"Ooff! What the…?"

Emma looks up at Killian in confusion and annoyance and sees an evil grin cross his face.

"Sorry, love. But I need to slow this party down before it ends too soon."

He leans away from her, looking every bit the pirate that she first met, and continues.

"And I mean to take my time watching you unravel for me."

At his words, a thrill runs through Emma. She was expecting sweet Killian to make love to her but looking up at him now, she sees a definite return of 'Captain Hook'. He looks cocky, stubborn, greedy, lustful and just sightly dangerous. Emma's body responds to his change and her breath catches. Hook grins at her and stands back a little more to take in the sight of Emma; HIS Emma, laid out before him like a damn feast for a starving man. Suddenly he comes forward and slides his hook around one of her ankles. Grabbing the other ankle with his hand, he yanks Emma roughly towards him until her zipper bumps into his belt buckle.

"Oh!" is all she can say through the tingling sensations spiralling out from her apex.

Hook is moving very slowly now, leaning over her, trailing his fingers up her leg, and finally settling on the skin just above the waistband of her jeans, where he places a hot, wet kiss just inside her hipbone. Emma's eyes close and her head lolls back, anticipation making her incredibly wet for him already. Her head snaps back up when she feels his hook scrape lightly up her side and it feels like a thousand sparks going off under her skin. His hand pops the button on her jeans and pulls the zipper down with excruciating slowness as his hot kisses work their way up her stomach. Emma fists the bed sheets in both hands and allows the pirate to do as he wishes with her.

Hook curls a finger over her jeans waistband and slides his steel hook down the other side and starts pulling. Inch by torturous inch, he peels her pants down; following them with his mouth. He quickly presses a firm but lingering kiss to her mound as it is uncovered and Emma gives a short 'yelp' as her back arches involuntarily.

Hook looks up at her and his grin is devious. He stands up suddenly and strips her jeans away with a flourish. His sexy arrogance momentarily falters as he takes in the sight of Emma: splayed out before him in nothing more than some scraps of black mesh and lace, her hands gripping the sheets, her hair tousled out around her like a halo, her eyes closed and her lips parted and swollen from his kisses.

"Gods, Emma." He says when he finds his voice.

Emma opens her eyes and pins him with the sexiest gaze he has ever seen. Briefly floored, Hook recovers instantly when Emma's voice, low and gravelly with lust, beckons.

"Come back here, Pirate."

Grin back in place, Hook slides over her again.

"As you wish, darling."

And then he is kissing her again; ravishing her mouth with his, making her dizzy with desire.

Emma begins clawing at his belt buckle and has it off and flying across the room in seconds. Hook smiles against her lips.

"Easy, love. We have all night, don't forget." He says as he stills her suddenly busy hands with his.

"No. I want you now." She growls out. Tempted to give in to her demand, Hook decides on a better idea. Smile gone, he grabs both of her wrists and pins them to the pillow above her head. Emma gives him a pained, pouting look but he doesn't relent.

"Patience, love."

Emma lets out a frustrated 'huff' but stops resisting him.

Lying on his side now to hold her hands at bay, his steel hook has free reign on her body and he lightly scrapes it down the side of one breast. Emma arches her back again with a gasp. Loosening his grip on her wrists with a stern look that says 'stay put', Hook moves over her and cups her other breast. He gives her nipple a hard suck through the mesh of her bra and Emma squeals with pleasure as she grips his shoulders to hold him there.

Hook roughly grabs her wrists again and throws her arms back above her head, never ceasing his attention to her nipple. He pauses momentarily to snag the side of her bra with his hook and tear the mesh out of his way. Emma gets a surprising jolt and looks down to see the curve of cold steel sliding carefully over her wet, puckered tip.

By this time, Hook's erection is starting to get painful but he just can't help himself. He wants Emma begging for him before making her scream his name. He had meant it when he told her that he wanted this to take all night.

Hook grins as another thought takes hold.

'There's no reason she can't scream his name more than once, though.' He thinks to himself before returning his attentions to her. He once more takes her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak as his hand slips down between them. A groan tears from Emma's throat as Hook cups her mound and then pushes the mesh aside with his fingers and slides them up and down the outside of her folds.

"Gods, you are dripping for me, Swan." Hook murmurs as he moves up to take her mouth again and swallow her moan.

"I could slide inside you without hardly having to push. Is that what you want, Emma? [she whimpers] Do you want my manhood inside you now, darling?"

As he rumbles naughty things in her ear, his fingers dip slowly inside her. Emma is about to burst from all the sensations shooting through her body. She can't take much more and Hook is taking her beyond anything she has ever felt. He has two fingers inside her now and Emma is getting so close to the edge of coming.

"Hook. Killian… please…" she cries out.

Hook soothes her with a kiss.

"It's alright, love."

Then all at once, his cold steel hook presses down on Emma's clit as his fingers inside her begin curling and thrusting. His mouth grabs a nipple and Emma screams as she falls apart completely.

The ripples of sensation go on forever, it seems and Hook is relentless as he prolongs her orgasm, making her come harder than she thought herself capable.

As the waves of pleasure start to calm, Hook gently removes his fingers from her and sticks them in his mouth as he moves over, next to her on the bed. His fingers come out of his mouth with a 'pop' and he grins at her with smug satisfaction.

He quirks an eyebrow at her.

"Enjoy yourself, love?"

Emma is boneless. She couldn't move if she tried. She wants to fire a sarcastic comment back at Killian but her mind is still cloudy and wonderful little after-shocks are making her twitch all over.

With an enormous sigh, Emma finally rolls towards Killian and stare at him, almost in disbelief.

"Holy CHRIST, Killian!"

He chuckles at her whilst drawing lazy circles on her hip with his fingers. Energy and sanity slowly returning to Emma, she tilts her chin up to place sweet kisses on his lips.

"That [kiss] was [kiss] absolutely [kiss] amazing [kiss]. I have never felt like that before. Ever."

Killian smiles at her.

"Well, two or so years of foreplay can account for a lot."

Emma mocks a scandalized expression.

"Are you being modest now, Pirate?" she asks before beginning a line of kisses down his neck and pushing him onto his back.

He gives her a saucy smile and a wink before she straddles him and whips off the remnants of her bra.

"I think it's your turn for some attention now, Captain" Emma says while running her fingers through the coarse hair covering his chest.

Killian stares up at her with burning eyes, marvelling again at her beauty and that she was all for him. Emma takes his hand and kisses it lightly before slipping her tongue out and around his fingers, never looking away from his eyes. Killian moans at the sight; his jeans getting tighter than before.

Emma moves herself over him a little bit, loving the friction of his jeans against the mesh of her panties, while she sucks his index finger into her mouth.

Killian's erection had reached a painful state ages ago but Emma was now sucking her own release off his fingers and he just had to know where his little minx was going with this. He doesn't have to wait long as Emma bends down to kiss him deeply. After a moment, she moves lower to kiss his chin and then the pulse point on his neck; her hands roaming all over his body. She starts to slowly move her hips against his erection.

Killian's hand and hook come up instantly to grab Emma's ass hard; his breathing becoming erratic as her kisses move even lower to his chest and stomach. Emma lifts her head and smiles at him as she mimics his earlier move and pulls his arms away from her ass and holds them above his head.

Killian, with her dangling breasts so close, takes the opportunity to suck a nipple into his mouth as she restrains him. Emma gasps in surprise and Killian grins widely.

"Sorry, love. Pirates don't always prefer to play fair."

With a sly smile, Emma replies.

"Well, if that's how you want to play, Captain…" and she holds his eyes as she sits up and glides her hand down her stomach and into her panties. Moaning at her own touch, she closes her eyes and throws her head back as she writhes against her own fingers. Killian reaches up to cup her breast but Emma bats his hand away. She slowly moves down his body so that she is kneeling directly over his strained erection, without touching it.

Killian, getting her idea, watches Emma's face as he hooks the sides of her panties and tugs them down. He groans at the sight of her fingers disappearing inside herself over and over.

"Ohh… darling. That is a beautiful sight… and is making me quite uncomfortable." He says in a shaky voice.

Emma brings her head back up to lock eyes with Killian and smile.

"Sorry babe. I'm not a total sadist."

She breathily laughs as she falls forward to brace her hands against his chest and grind her pussy into his erection. Pleased with Killian's surprised moan, Emma kisses him deeply before disappearing down his body, with one destination. Before his foggy brain catches up with what Emma intends, she has the front of Killian's jeans open and is reaching into his boxers for his cock.

Killian rears up off the bed after Emma rips off the rest of his clothes and encircles him with her hand, very gently.

"Careful, love. Or you might embarrass this old pirate." He warns.

Emma looks him straight in the eyes as she settles in and slowly sticks out her tongue to give the smallest of licks to the underside of his cock.

"Oh Gods, Emma!" he mutters, struggling to control himself.

Pausing a moment to make sure he is watching her again, Emma slowly opens her mouth and just touches the head of his cock with her lips. Tiny flicks of her tongue have Killian shifting uncontrollably on the bed. When Emma closes in and sucks his whole considerable length into her mouth all at once, Killian almost loses himself.

"Fuck!" the expletive bursts from him as Emma starts humming around his length and moving her mouth up and down slowly.

Killian can't handle any more of this and he roughly grabs Emma's shoulder, pushing her off him and onto her back in record time. He falls between her legs and, holding his burning erection, pushes it against her pussy entrance. He stops short of pushing into her and manages to growl out her name in question.

"Emma?"

She answers him immediately.

"Yes!" with her assent, Killian thrusts his cock all the way inside her with one stroke.

His forehead drops to her shoulder in relief and Emma lets out a cry of pleasure. Killian mumbles against her neck.

"…perfect. So fucking perfect…"

Emma's hand goes to his hair, scraping his scalp with her fingernails; the other hand grabs his hipbone to hold him inside her. Killian looks up into Emma's eyes and pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is in her.

"Killian! God, …Ah!"

A smirk is all he can accomplish before he sinks back into her.

Emma screams.

And Killian does it again; slowly out and then slamming back into her.

And again.

Emma is leaving red scratches all over his hips and back and then she struggles out,

"Killian, I need to… please, I need you to…"

He draws her into a deep kiss as his pace quickens.

"Gods, Emma… I love you." He yells as he thrusts once more and releases into her.

"I love you… Oh! Killian!" Emma screams her own release on the heels of his.

Emma and Killian clutch each other tightly as the intense waves of pleasure abate and all the tension fades from their bodies. Killian pulls Emma with him as he falls to the bed beside her, keeping them entwined.

For a long while, they both just stare at each other, trying to catch their breath.

When they have recovered slightly, Killian curls his fingers around Emma's neck and brings her close for a passionate kiss.

Looking extremely serious, he says to her,

"That, exceeded all of my expectations, love. I had a suspicion that you and I would be bloody brilliant together, but that, darling, was phenomenal."

Emma snuggles into his chest.

"I know. I am still stunned that that actually happened." She says, already starting to drift to sleep. She is half splayed over his body and his softening cock is resting comfortably inside her.

"Killian?"

"Yes, love?"

"Can you stay inside me? I just… you feel really right, right there."

Killian smiles without opening his eyes.

"I hadn't the slightest notion of moving until morning, love."

And with that, they slept sounder and deeper than either of them had in years.