Author's note: Apologies for the lateness of this update. I've got so much going on; writing is not as high a priority as I would like. I hope you enjoy this update! Lots of sexytimes to enjoy. :)

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Chapter 15

May 2010

Killian knocked on the bathroom door. "Emma? Are you ready, love? Liam says we're going to be late."

Emma rolled her eyes. "It's our party," she pointed out. "It's not like they can have it without us."

"We're not even supposed to know about it," Killian reminded her. "It would be poor form to be late."

Emma smoothed out her dress and rechecked her hair in the mirror. Only when she was satisfied did she open the door. "I didn't make Ginny tell me. I figured it out."

Killian opened his mouth to reply, then promptly shut it. His eyes roved up and down his fiance's figure, drinking in the way the pale blue dress clung to her curves. Her long golden tresses were swept up in a long ponytail, exposing much of her pale skin.

Emma smiled to herself, touching his chin with a finger. "Hey, eyes up here, babe."

Killian didn't look the least bit sorry for oogling her; she felt warm all the way to her toes. "If you wanted that, love, you wouldn't have worn this dress." He rested his hands on her hips; the material was thinner than he expected.

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck. "Does that mean you only love me for all the free sex?" she teased.

Killian pulled her close, ducking to caress her throat with his lips. Emma hummed in pleasure; they would definitely be late if they kept this up, but she found that she didn't care. Being in Killian's arms was much more fun than any party, even one in their honor. "Is that an offer?" he purred in her ear.

Arousal shot through her. "We shouldn't." She'd spent a lot of time on her appearance; they really didn't have time. "Liam's waiting."

"So?" Killian cupped her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "He's welcome to take a piece of you before we leave."

Emma grabbed his face and dragged his mouth to hers. Their kiss was wet and hot, all tongue. Killian pressed her against the dresser, trapping her between it and his body. The force of it rattled the knickknacks they had, but neither was paying attention. Killian untied the top of her dress, allowing the fabric to fall to her waist. Emma gasped as she arched into his touch. "You're fixing that," she breathed, wetness pooling between her legs. It had been almost a month since the boys took residence in her building, but not even seeing them every day cooled their desire for each other. In fact, they spent breaks and lunches christening every flat surface they could find, simply because they could.

"I'll take care of you," Killian promised. He thrust against her, letting her feel just how badly he needed her. "My naughty Swan."

Emma keened as he suckled at her breast, licking and biting until her nipple was red and swollen. Emma felt like she was on fire, her core molten and begging to be filled. Killian ignored her squirming, content to give her other breast the same attention.

"We're going to be…fucking hell," Liam cursed, pushing the bedroom door open. "Really, brother?"

"It's not his fault," Emma murmured, wetting her lips.

"Sure, it's not." Their friends were hosting a bloody engagement party for them and his brother thought this was a good time to seduce their fiancé. Not that he doubted Emma's willingness; she was a passionate creature, their Emma.

"You can have some too," she promised. She beckoned him; Liam didn't resist her. He bent down and kissed her, growling as she tugged roughly on his curls.

"Still not satisfied," he muttered, palming her abandoned breast. Emma gasped, her clit throbbing with need.

"Never," she swore, kissing him hard.

"She's not wearing any knickers," Killian announced, his hands under her skirt. "And she's fucking soaked."

Emma moaned. "Please. Fuck me. Mark me as yours."

Together the brothers carried her to their bed. Emma's dress was a wreck, bunched around her waist, leaving her exposed and wanting. Liam fumbled with his trousers, groaning as his cock was freed. Emma pounced on him, taking his length between her lips. "Fuck," Liam cursed, leaning back on his haunches as Emma sucked him. She was like a woman possessed, fucking him wantonly with her mouth.

Killian yanked his pants down, eager to bury himself in Emma's tight cunt. Her sex glistened in the light, wet and swollen, begging to be filled. He moved up behind her, on his knees, enjoying the wet slurping sounds she made as she sucked his brother's cock. He loved that Emma knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.

"Do you need more cock, love?" Killian asked, squeezing her ass.

Emma moaned, releasing Liam with a wet pop. "Please. I need you both in me. Right now."

Killian grabbed her hips, holding her steady as the tip of his cock pressed against her dripping hole. He took her slowly, inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He paused once he was fully sheathed, her body heaven. "Fuck."

"She feel good, brother?" Liam asked, his cock twitching. Emma loved to be watched; he loved watching her. He stroked his cock, still wet from her mouth.

"So good."

"Warm her up for me," Liam murmured. "I want that cunt too."

Emma moaned; she loved when they talked to each other about what they would do to her. She rocked back, trying to coax Killian to move. "Please," she begged. "Please!"

Killian heeded her, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Emma cried out in pleasure, fisting the sheet as her lover fucked her the way she craved. She felt Liam's heated gaze on her; it burned her. She wet her lips, taking a deep breath as he eased closer. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her head up; Emma opened obediently. The tip of his cock glistened with precum as he pushed past her lips; Emma licked it eagerly. They'd done this so many times; it was familiar yet intoxicating. There was just something about being between them like this that set her body on fire. She rocked between them, obscene wet smacking sounds filling the room. Her boys murmured love and praise as they fucked her; she felt it in deep in her soul. There was nothing wrong or tawdry about this; this was perfection.

"Emma…need to come, lass," Killian murmured, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, you feel so good around me."

Emma shoved her hips back harder. "Come inside me," she gasped. "Please."

Killian picked her up, perching her in his lap. Emma planted her feet, riding him hard. Liam appeared in front of them, kissing Emma deeply as his fingers found her clit. She jerked, her own orgasm coiling tightly in her belly. "Come," he growled. "Come for us, dirty girl."

Emma screamed as her orgasm washed over her; the boys held her as she trembled in Killian's lap. He followed a moment later, hips bucking into hers wildly. He grunted her name in ecstasy, his cock bottoming out as he filled her with his seed. Liam stroked her clit until she collapsed against his chest, shaking.

Liam's lips caressed her collarbone. "Need you," he mumbled. "Merlin, I need you so much."

Emma hummed, his touch setting off sparks under her overstimulated skin. "Need you too," she whispered. "Need you inside me."

Liam lifted her gently, stretching her out on their bed. He covered her with his body, stretching her arms over her head. Emma moaned into his kiss; she loved the way his larger frame pressed her into the mattress. She hitched her legs around his waist, shuddering as his cock stroked her wet sensitive outer lips. He teased her, grinding against her, coating himself in her and Killian's combined essences. She was wet and messy and hot, and he loved it.

"Stop teasing me, Liam," she complained. "Fuck me!"

"Greedy girl." He angled his hips and thrust forward, taking her in a single hard stroke. Emma keened, arching in his hold. "Is that what you wanted?"

"God yes," she panted, tightening her legs. "More."

Liam didn't hold back, fucking her hard and deep and rough. Emma reveled in it, arching and moaning, past caring about anything aside from the way Liam filled her up. She could feel every inch of his considerable length; it was like he was made to fill her like this. Both of them were. She craved them both, the unique way each brother felt inside her was addicting. She couldn't get enough, even after all this time.

She prayed she never would.

"You feel incredible," Liam grunted. "So perfect."

Emma wrenched her hands free and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him deeply, nibbling at his lower lip. "Give me your come," she whispered. "I want to feel you both between my legs all night."

Liam shuddered. "Fucking hell." He leaned back and hitched her legs behind his arms. He used the leverage to take her hard and fast; Emma cried out in pleasure. She slid her hand down to where they were joined, swiftly stroking her clit. She knew her climax would only heighten his. And she needed his. She needed his seed to mark her, just as Killian's did. She belonged to them and didn't care who knew. This was where she was meant to be.

Liam felt her walls begin to flutter; instinctively, he took her deeper. She screamed his name as she climaxed, walls gripping him tight. Liam thrust once, twice, three times before finally letting go. He cried out, his hips flush with hers as his cock pulsed and throbbed, his come splashing against her womb.

Liam collapsed against her; Emma panted for air. Even though he was heavy, she felt the loss when he rolled off her. She curled up beside him, humming as Killian stretched out at her back. She smiled as his fingers threaded with hers, squeezing gently. "Hmmm."

"We're so late."

"Worth it."

Killian chuckled. "Yeah?"

She rolled over and kissed him. "Always."

"Love you," the younger Jones whispered.

"Love you too," she whispered back. Liam stirred, his lips touching her shoulder. "Love you too, Liam."

He squeezed her waist. "Love you more."

They lingered as long as they dared, enjoying the post coital glow. As promised, Killian set her dress to rights, using magic to put everything back in place. "Perfect."

"Ginny's going to kill us," Emma joked. She wished she felt bad about being late to their own party, but she didn't. She loved the spontaneity of their relationship. It kept things interesting.

"Just act surprised," Killian advised. "She's not nearly as uptight as Molly."

"True." The Weasley matriarch could be quite the drill master when she wanted to be. Ginny and Harry almost eloped because of her behavior. Molly had been a little standoffish when the trio first met her, but she came around. The acceptance of her children undoubtedly helped.

Liam touched her shoulders. "We should go."

"Okay."

July 2005

Emma slipped her hand into Liam's. He hadn't spoken since the eulogy; she was worried about him. "Hey."

Liam was torn between wanting her comfort and wanting her to go away. He couldn't stop staring at the hole in the ground. Persephone Jones passed three days ago; it still didn't feel real. For as long as he could remember, his mother had been there, encouraging him, looking out for him, loving him. What would he do now that she was gone?

Emma frowned when he didn't respond. "Liam? Do you want me to go?" It hurt, but maybe he just needed to be alone. Emma couldn't imagine being alone at a time like this; she needed her boys.

"Yes. No." Liam sighed. "I honestly don't know, love. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She leaned on him; he wrapped his arm across her shoulders. "We can stay here for as long as you need." The sun was beating down on them, but it wasn't important. What was important was leaning on each other as they worked through their grief. Emma felt numb; she couldn't imagine how they felt.

Killian bade the last of the mourners farewell, frowning as he took in the sight of Emma and Liam standing by the grave. Even dressed in black Emma was beautiful, a light brightening the darkness that threatened to overwhelm them. He didn't know how she did it. She loved Seph as much as anyone; she too had lost a mother. And yet, here she was, offering her love and support.

Be good to each other, his mother whispered. And be happy.

Killian didn't feel happy at the moment, but he knew that one day happiness would return. How could it not when they had someone as amazing as Emma in their lives? He approached slowly, not wanting to startle them. Emma smiled gratefully, offering him her other hand. He took it gladly, her touch easing the ache in his heart.

Killian leaned down and brushed his lips across her temple. "Everyone is safely off," he observed quietly.

"Thanks, Killian." Emma squeezed his hand; she wished she knew what to say. There didn't seem to be anything she could say or do; they'd lost their mother. The one person who loved and accepted the trio exactly as they were. She had no idea what would happen, and it terrified her.

Killian didn't know how long they remained there. Liam was eerily silent; it was disconcerting. He and Emma shared more than one concerned glance, but neither knew what to say. Liam was the rock of the trio, the oldest, the responsible one. Aside from the way he felt about Emma, he usually kept his feelings close.

The gravediggers waited nearby, clearly eager to fill in the hole so they could return home. While Killian appreciated their discretion, it would be rude to keep them waiting forever. He looked over at his brother. "Perhaps we should head home, Liam." They'd opted not to have a wake or reception; their experience at Hogwarts was still fresh. None of them wanted to deal with people any more than was absolutely necessary. Indeed, none of their schoolmates came to the service. The only mourners had been the trio, Headmistress McGonagall and Seph's remaining family. While none of them were rude, none of Seph's family spoke to Emma. It was like she didn't exist. Like she'd corrupted the brothers and they were afraid of catching it. It infuriated Killian, but he didn't have the energy to fight with them. Nor was it the place. He didn't want more unpleasant memories from this day. It was hard enough.

Liam nodded. It felt like Killian had cracked something inside him; suddenly, he couldn't remain there any longer. He turned abruptly, letting go of Emma in the process. The suddenness of his reaction startled her; she nearly fell. Killian grabbed her waist, steadying her. "Alright, love?" Killian whispered.

"Yeah." She looked at Liam's retreating back. "He's in so much pain, Killian."

"Aye. He just needs time. We need to be here for each other." They were all dealing with grief differently but being together would help them get through it.

"I hope you're right." She touched his scruffy cheek. "How are you?"

He kissed her hairline. "I'll not lie, love. This hurts. More than I ever imagined." He paused, struggling against the sudden lump in his throat. "Mum's always been there, you know? After Dad left, she was all we had. But she never complained. Never made us feel anything but loved." He smiled at his Swan. "And she loved you. I'm so glad she knew how important you are before…this." It was so painful, speaking of his mother in the past tense, but he knew they needed to move forward. Seph would not have wanted them to wallow or feel sorry for themselves. She raised her sons better than that.

Emma blinked back tears as she stood up on her toes to press her lips to his. Killian wrapped his arms around her, a small measure of peace settling over him. As long as they had Emma, he knew everything would be alright. She was all he needed. She laid her head on his chest. "I love you," she whispered. "So much."

"I love you too, Swan."

May 2010

It was cooler in Godric's Hollow than it was in London. Emma shivered just a little as they walked toward Harry and Ginny's house. The village wasn't that big; the couple lived only two streets over from where the Potters' had lived when Harry was a baby. Emma asked him once why he returned there when it held so many bad memories. His response surprised her. For a long time, Hogwarts was the only true home he'd ever known. In the months following Voldemort's final defeat, he wandered, trying to figure out what to do with himself. One day, he brought Ginny to Godric's Hollow so he could share that part of himself with her. She was the first one to suggest he stay there, that it could be his new home. He seemed at peace there, Ginny had said. That, more than anything, made his decision. He hadn't regretted it since.

Looking back at things now, Emma understood what he meant. She felt the same way about Grimmauld Place. It had taken a little while for her to accept it, but it was where she felt safest. The one place she could be completely herself. Sharing it with the ones she loved most only solidified it.

Liam saw her shivering. "Here, love." He conjured a shall out of thin air and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Maybe we should take a vacation to somewhere warmer," Killian joked. Weather in England could be unpredictable; just a few weeks ago, they'd spend an entire afternoon outdoors.

"America, perhaps?" Liam knew that Emma had not been back since Slughorn had brought her to England. She'd acclimated beautifully, but sometimes he wondered if she missed the country in which she'd been raised.

Emma tilted her head. "Any particular reason?"

He shrugged. "Not especially. I will admit to being curious about where you hail from, lass."

Emma snorted. "You make it sound more formal than it was."

"It was just an idea. There's always France or Italy."

They didn't get to continue the conversation because they'd arrived in front of Harry's door. "Act surprised," Emma reminded her lovers. "We're not supposed to know."

The Jones brothers chuckled but composed themselves before Killian rang the bell. There was a bit of commotion, then the door swung open. "Hey, you three!" Ginny said, her voice steady even as she winked at Emma. Growing up with Fred and George had taught her well. "Come on in!"

Just as the trio crossed the threshold, a multitude of people jumped out and yelled, "SURPRISE!"

Emma gasped, hoping she looked appropriately stunned. "What is this?"

Angelina stepped forward, rolling her eyes. Emma could tell she wasn't fooled, but she was a good enough friend to play along. "It's an engagement party, silly."

Emma looked around taking in the decorations. Harry and Ginny's place was modest, open but flowing. Yet, it felt cozy. In a good way. Gold and silver steamers hung everywhere; one table was piled with gifts. Hanging from the rafters was a huge banner proclaiming congratulations. "Wow. You guys didn't have to do all this."

"Of course, we did," Ginny replied matter of factly. "We're family."

Emma hugged her friend. "It's amazing. Thank you." She hadn't expected to feel emotional but seeing all these people was a reminder that they did have a lot of people who cared about them.

George approached, a smile on his face as he hugged her. "Only you three would be late to your own party," he whispered in her ear. "More pressing engagement?"

Emma gave him a playful shove. "Stuff it, Weasley." George was right, of course. Emma struggled not to squirm; her thighs were still sticky from their earlier tryst. Not that she regretted it. How could she when her body still tingled and craved their touch?

The trio spent the next hour or so greeting and chatting with their friends. Emma got dragged off at one point; ostensibly to show off her ring, but really, she was bombarded with questions about what it was like to have both of her lovers just upstairs while they were all supposed to be working. She didn't get into too many details, but she had to admit it was nice to talk about her relationship in a judgement free environment.

"I've been doing some research," Hermione said, taking a sip of Firewhiskey.

"Hermione, this is hardly the place for another rant about Elf rights," Ginny replied, shaking her head.

"You have no idea what I was going to say, Ginny Potter," Hermione snapped. But Emma could tell this was something the two friends did a lot. Hermione's dedication to her causes was legendary.

"Okay, okay. What were you researching?"

"Wizarding weddings."

Emma's brow furrowed. "Why…oh," she trailed off. "Hermione, you didn't have to do that. Killian and Liam been working on it." Killian even folded it into his work; he was working on a series on the subject for his paper. Which still didn't have a title. There was no rush. It wasn't like they were hurting for gold.

"They're not that different from Muggle weddings," Hermione continued. When she got started, there wasn't much of a way to stop her. "I don't think you will have any trouble adapting the spell. You're going to use the standard vows?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"Well, your situation is unique. At least, I think it is. There are a couple of references from a couple of ancient wizarding societies that are difficult to decipher. But, as far as I can tell, strictly speaking, there is no current wizarding law that states your marriage wouldn't be legal."

Emma blinked. "What? I thought there was!"

"You're thinking of those silly Muggle laws," Hermione said matter of factly. "The wizarding world has—generally—been more progressive in such matters."

"I find that hard to believe." So many people looked down on them; she'd seen her fair share of ugliness in the last five years. Hell, in the last few months.

Hermione nodded. "Honestly, it would be more about exploiting a loophole. The laws regarding marriage haven't been updated in centuries. There is nothing that states a marriage can only be between two people. It's simply what has developed as 'normal' over the centuries. If you want my expert opinion, your marriage should be as legal as mine."

Emma bit her lip, trying to take it all in. They could get married? Really and truly? It was all she wanted, but she'd braced herself for a ceremony in name only. She'd already filled out the paperwork the Ministry would need to change her name from Swan to Swan-Jones. "Hermione, that's…wow. Thank you."

Hermione smiled. "No problem."

July 2005

The bedroom was empty. Emma tossed her black dress into the wash; she was thankful they'd decided not to have a wake. She was exhausted. Maybe not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Liam disappeared into the library the moment they got home and shut the door behind him, effectively shutting them out. Neither Emma nor Killian knew how to reach him. He seemed so lost. Emma knew Seph's death would hit them all hard, but Liam's reaction was more intense. Killian suggested they give him some time; while she didn't like it, she thought he was probably right. Perhaps he needed to work through things on his own.

"Lass?" she heard Killian call. "You up here?"

Emma stepped out into the hall. "Yeah."

Killian appeared on the landing, looking disheveled. "There you are."

Emma looked him up and down; his dress robes were gone, his tie missing, his sleeves rolled up. "What were you doing?"

He looked a bit sheepish. "I thought I would try to start going through Mum's things. I couldn't think of anything else to do."

Emma's heart broke for him. She took him into her arms and held him, ignoring the bits of dust that clung to his clothes. "None of us know what to do," she promised him. "But I'm here for you. Anything you need."

Killian's lips brushed her cheek. "This is nice."

Emma smiled. "We can just…hang out. Don't worry about Seph's things. This was her home too. We don't have to decide anything right now."

"You're probably right."

She waited patiently while he changed out of his clothes. He emerged from their bedroom dressed in shorts and a faded red t-shirt. They held hands as they descended the stairs, not stopping until they got to the sitting room. It was one of the rooms that Emma wanted to renovate; it still carried much of the Black family touch. Unfortunately, it would have to wait until she finished school. She simply didn't have the time or the energy at the moment.

The couple curled up together on the couch, Emma tucked into Killian's side. The fireplace was empty, but neither was cold. "How are you doing, Swan?" Killian asked when he could no longer stand the quiet.

"Okay, I guess. Like you, just not sure what to do now."

"It's hard to believe that we go back to school in a few weeks."

"It doesn't feel right."

"What doesn't?"

"To go back without Liam. How do we make it a whole year without him?" What if he falls out of love with me? She thought but didn't say.

"It wouldn't be a whole year," Killian countered. "He can visit us during Hogsmeade weekends and such. And we'll see him during the holidays." Truthfully, he wasn't looking forward to going back either. He dreaded the reception that awaited them upon their return to the castle.

Emma heard the doubt in his voice. "What if we didn't go back?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're adults. We don't have to go back."

"Don't you want to graduate?"

"I do, but it's not as important as you two are to me. I…"

Killian coaxed her to look at him. "You what, darling? What's really troubling you?"

Emma bit her lip. "What if…" She felt ridiculous for even thinking it, but time and distance could be cruel. Liam would be starting a new chapter of his life without them. "What if he found someone else?"

Killian blinked in disbelief. "Emma, Liam has loved you since he was twelve. There is no one for him but you."

"You don't know that," she whispered. "We'll be in Scotland. He'll be here." She could already feel him slipping away and she hated it.

"Love, listen to me." He cupped her cheeks tenderly. "None of us are in a good place right now. I know it doesn't feel like it, but Liam will come around. We'll not waste of a moment of the time we have. Liam will love you and desire you until the day he dies. I know it."

"How?"

"Because it's the exact same way that I feel about you. You are the love of my life, Emma Swan. I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't want to. Whatever it takes to keep our family together I am willing to do. Do you understand?"

She nodded, a tear splashing on her cheek. She still wasn't sure about going back to Hogwarts, but she needed those words. She needed to know they would be okay. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. This kiss felt like an electric shock going through them; Killian growled and pulled her closer. Emma gasped in surprise as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips. They hadn't kissed like this in days; it felt like coming up for air after being underwater too long. When it broke, they stared into each other's eyes for long seconds, panting for air.

Both leaned forward at almost the exact same moment, their lips crashing together. This kiss was filled with hunger and need; Emma moaned as Killian maneuvered them, so she lay flat on her back. Killian's weight pressed her into the couch; instinctively, she spread her legs, allowing him to settle in the cradle of her thighs. "Killian," she breathed, running her fingers through his inky black hair.

He could feel her heat; his cock started to swell. "Merlin, I've missed you, love," he growled. He ground his hips into hers, craving something that felt normal. It felt like his life was being turned upside down, but Emma was his constant, his North Star. He needed her.

She wished she felt guilty about how much she needed his touch, but she couldn't. Being with Killian felt right on a day when everything else was wrong. "Make love to me," she pleaded. "I need you, Killian."

Killian kissed her hard, feeling her wetness soak through her shorts. "Need you too, darling. So much." His hands slid under her shirt, peeling it off her body. She wore nothing underneath it, earning a growl from his throat. Her nipples begged for attention, but he ignored them in favor of stripping her naked. First her shorts, then her lace panties. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses; his cock twitched. "Merlin, you smell delicious."

Emma whined, heat building in her core. She watched in desperation as Killian slithered off the couch and spread her legs. "Fuck," she breathed as he lowered his mouth to her sex, giving it a languid lick. She had to reach up and grip the back of the couch, needing that to anchor her as Killian did his best to devour her. He licked and nibbled, stroked and kissed her sensitive flesh until she was quivering. And still, he tormented her, holding her legs as wide as he could. Her hips bucked against his mouth; she needed to come. "Please, Killian," she begged. "Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please let me come."

"Why should I?"

She wet her lips. Now that she was naked and aroused, she needed everything. "Because I want to suck your cock."

"Fuck, I love you." He licked her sex, his tongue circling her clit. Emma gasped, her walls clenching. Killian pushed two fingers inside her, pumping steadily as he toyed with her clit. Emma rocked into him, chasing her climax. It washed over her in a rush, making her cry out in ecstasy. Killian finger fucked her until she stopped shaking, reluctant to abandon her tight sheath. She would feel so good around his cock. He tenderly kissed her belly, willing to be patient as she caught her breath.

Emma hummed, pleasure still buzzing through her. She smiled to herself as her lover kissed his way up her torso; she moaned when he reached her lips, her taste lingering on his tongue. She fisted his shirt, eager to feel more of his skin against her. "Too…many…clothes…" she murmured.

Killian chuckled. "Perhaps you should do something about it, love," he growled.

Emma kissed him deeply, then she shoved him away. Before she could change her mind, she stood on slightly shaky legs and pointed to the couch. "Sit."

Killian did so eagerly. Emma knelt in front of him and spread his knees. His erection was plain through his shorts; she boldly stroked him through the cloth. His moan was delicious; her body yearned for him. Emma abandoned his cock and grabbed his shirt, lifting it over his head. She tossed it haphazardly aside and dragged her nails down his chest. Killian hissed, his hips bucking off the couch. "Emma…"

"Patience," she teased. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and tugged. Killian lifted his hips obediently, allowing her to drag them down, along with his underwear. His cock rested against his belly, thick and long, making her core clench in anticipation. Unable to resist, she leaned forward and licked him from root to tip, right along the sensitive ridge.

"Fucking hell," he swore, instinctively reaching for her. He sank his fingers into her soft tresses, breathing deeply as she teased him with her wicked tongue. She lapped at him, up and down, up and down, sometimes pausing to suckle gently at the sensitive head. Killian moaned and grunted, both reveling in it and needing more. She cupped his sac, rolling his balls in her hand. Killian hissed, tightening his grip on her hair. "More, love. Take me into that sweet mouth. Please."

Emma smiled up at him, pleased to see him so undone. Not taking her eyes from his, she did as he asked, taking him down as far as she could. She couldn't quite get his whole length, but she wanted to. She pushed herself every time she sucked their cocks, determined to take every inch. She bobbed slowly, dragging her lips and tongue over his rigid flesh. She could taste the salty precum he fed her, which only heightened her own arousal. She was soaked once more, eager to be filled.

Killian couldn't take his eyes off her, mesmerized by the way she sucked his cock. She knew exactly what he liked, swirling her tongue up and down his length, alternating her suction. He couldn't stop his hips from rocking up into her, brushing the back of her throat on every stroke. She didn't protest, turned on by the way he needed her body. And she needed his.

They just needed to forget everything but this.

His orgasm built dangerously at the base of his spine; Killian tugged a bit on her golden tresses. "Swan, you have to…fuck…you have to stop, love."

Reluctantly, she released him. "Why?" she asked, even though she already knew. She wanted to hear him say it.

"Because I need to fuck you."

Emma nodded in agreement. She needed him just as badly. She thought briefly of Liam, somewhere in the library. Could he hear them? What would he think of them fucking on a day like today? Would he join them? She missed him terribly, but she needed this too. She needed to feel something, to know that they were going to be okay. She didn't hesitate to climb into Killian's lap, their mouths fusing together once more. She ground her slick sex over his aching cock, making them both moan.

"Merlin, you are fucking soaked," Killian breathed, gripping her hips. "So ready for me."

Emma kissed him hard. "God yes," she gasped. "Need you in me, Killian. Fuck me hard. Make me feel it."

Killian angled her hips, pressing the tip of his cock to her dripping hole. She moaned loudly as he penetrated her, not caring who heard them. Killian almost hoped Liam would hear them. There was a lot that was bad right now, but not this. Loving Emma was the one thing that was right. And Killian planned to love her with everything he had.

Emma bit her lip, her eyes falling shut as her body took every inch of her lover's throbbing erection. The connection she felt to him was palpable, filled with need, hunger, and love. Love so strong that it brought tears to her eyes. "I love you," she whispered. "Love you so much."

Killian thumbed away the stray tear that slipped down her cheek. "I love you too." He kissed her, slow and lingering, as she rocked slowly in his lap. For several blissful minutes, they made love slowly, Emma bouncing in his lap, kissing and stoking, little sighs and moans filling the room. It was sweet and tender and perfect, but they both needed more.

Killian sank down in the couch, edging his feet out until Emma was suspended over the floor. She nodded in approval, bracing her hands on her lover's chest. Using his thighs and core, Killian bucked up into her, hard and deep, using gravity to his advantage. Emma gasped in pleasure, his cock filling her perfectly. "Yes," she breathed. "Oh fuck yes!"

Killian rode her steadily, relishing her needy moans. "Touch yourself," he demanded. "Wanna see you come."

Emma quickly found her clit, sending a jolt through her. She circled the firm bud in time with Killian's thrusts; her walls almost immediately started to flutter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her orgasm dangerously close. "I'm gonna come!"

"Let go, my love," he coaxed. "Let go."

Emma cried out, her second orgasm seizing her. She leaned over him as she rode it out, her legs shaking. Killian grunted, bucking into her firmly a half dozen times before he followed, unable to resist her clenching walls. He gasped her name in ecstasy, pumping her full of his seed.

Emma struggled to hold herself up; Killian used the last of his strength to lower them to the floor. She curled up against him, panting for breath, clinging to him. They could feel each other's heartbeat; Killian buried his face in her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of vanilla and sex.

"Wow," Emma murmured.

Killian chuckled. "Aye." Being with her was always incredible, but somehow, he felt even closer to her. "We made a bit of a mess."

"Hmm, we usually do." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Are we terrible people?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because—just for a little while—I forgot to be sad?"

"Oh darling." Killian kissed her forehead. "If you are guilty of that, then so am I. Mum wouldn't want us to be sad to the point that we stop living. It's okay to be sad. It's also okay to seek a respite from your grief. We are still here. She wanted us to be happy. Loving you…it makes me happy, Emma. I'm not giving up on that."

Once again, tears stung her eyes. She saw tears in Killian's too. This was the most difficult day of her life; she would not have made it without the man in front of her. The only thing missing was Liam. "I'm not either, Killian. I promise."

Killian smiled. "Good. Because I plan on loving you for a very long time, lass."

"I'm worried about Liam."

"Me too."

"We can't lose him, Killian. We can't."

"We won't, Emma. We just have to let him know that we are there for him. However he needs."

"I hope so."

"It'll be alright, love." He gathered her close, hoping she didn't notice that he harbored the same fear she did. He'd never seen his brother like this before; it was frightening. But he meant what he said. They would not lose Liam if he had anything to say about it. He was the other piece of their trio. They were not whole without him. They simply needed to remind Liam of that.

May 2010

"How is unemployment treating you?" Eric asked.

Liam tried not to cringe. "I wouldn't say I'm unemployed. I'm helping Killian with his paper."

Eric looked chagrined. "I remember you mentioning that. How is that?"

"Probably a lot harder without magic." He described some of the manual labor involved, the traveling they did. Frankly, he spent a lot of time researching, determined to do this marriage thing right.

"Well, it's probably for the best. For what it's worth, you look happier, mate."

"Thanks. I am happier. Of course, seeing my beautiful wife to be whenever I want certainly helps." It was a wonder they got anything done. When Killian was off chasing a story, Liam would head downstairs to help Emma. He was fascinated by what she did, the creativity involved. He shared Killian's disgust with other wizards' hypocrisy, but Emma seemed to have faith that people would come around. Besides, it allowed them to spend more time together. If they spent a fair amount of time testing out her inventions, well, that was no one else's business.

"Just make sure you let know of the where and when for your nuptials, Liam. Ariel will murder me if we miss it."

Liam laughed. The ladies, including Ariel, seemed to be enjoying themselves across the room. It looked like they were playing some kind of game; Liam didn't think it prudent to interrupt.

"Do I want to know why you were late?" a new voice asked.

Liam didn't bother to hide his grin as he turned to their host. "Probably not."

Harry laughed. "I thought not."

"The little ones with Molly?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. James and Al were fighting as we left; I don't envy her."

"Brothers fight. I'm sure Molly's got everything under control."

"Andromeda dropped off Teddy just as we were leaving," another voice announced. Ron Weasley walked up, a couple of glasses of Firewhiskey in his hands. "The kids love him."

Liam accepted one of the glasses, Harry the other. "Thanks, Ron."

"Anyway, Liam's right, Harry," Ron continued. "Brothers fight. I wouldn't be too worried about it. My brothers and I fought all the time when we were kids. Ginny wasn't shy about joining in either, come to think of it."

Harry grinned. "I remember."

"Didn't you have a cousin or something?" Liam asked.

Harry nodded. "Dudley. He was a clot; I did my best to avoid him, since I was his favorite punching bag."

Liam winced. "Sorry, mate. That must have been rough."

Harry shrugged. "It wasn't a picnic, but I got through it. We're actually somewhat friendly now."

Ron blinked. "Really? You never told me that!"

Harry took a swig of his drink. "No one was more stunned than me, mate. I don't even know how he found out where I lived! I got home from the Ministry one day and a letter was in the box. The Muggle way, with stamps."

"So you're…pen pals?" Liam asked, searching for the Muggle term Emma taught him.

"Something like that. Frankly, I think he's just terrified that one of his kids will turn out to be a wizard. My aunt and uncle's heads would explode!"

The friends all laughed. They chatted some more about family and mutual friends; both Harry and Ron made jokes about the plunge the trio was about to take. Liam took it all in stride. He wasn't so naïve as to think there would be no hiccups, but the trio were married in all but name already. They'd lived together for five years, been dating even longer. They'd faced struggles their well-meaning friends could not imagine. Marrying Emma was the most certain he'd ever been about anything.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Liam gently disengaged, claiming to need another drink. He slipped into the Potters' kitchen when the noise dropped considerably, much to his relief. He'd never been much of a party person or one for large groups. He much preferred a quiet evening at home with his family, but he didn't want to disappoint their friends. It was a truly heartwarming gesture, this party. He just needed a few minutes away from all the hustle and bustle.

The door opened; Liam braced himself to make some excuse. But it was Emma.

She grinned. "Expecting someone else?"

"Wasn't expecting anyone. Just needed a few moments."

Emma set her glass aside and stepped into his arms. "Yeah, I get that."

He held her close, burying his nose in her hair. "You looked like you were having fun."

"I was. I am. I saw you disappear; I thought I'd check on you."

"That was very thoughtful. Thank you."

Emma stood up on her toes and touched his lips with hers. "You okay to stay a bit longer?"

"Aye, I'm fine. It was just a bit loud."

Emma laughed. "Boisterous Weasleys and Firewhiskey."

"I'll say."

Emma's emerald eyes shined in the light; enhanced perhaps by some alcohol? Liam himself wasn't tipsy, but he could feel it tugging around the edges. But he knew that had nothing to do with how effortlessly beautiful Emma appeared to him. She was always the ray of sunshine in his life, even on those rare occasions when he tried to shut her out. Gently, he tipped her chin up and ducked to kiss her. Emma hummed, not resisting in the slightest as he deepened the kiss. The way he kissed her should be illegal, she thought, as he trapped her more firmly between his large frame and the counter. Emma curled her fingers into his silk waistcoat, pulling him close, kissing him back just as boldly.

"Emma," he breathed, his fingertips dancing along her spine.

She shivered, his touch sending sparks across her skin. "Hmmm."

"We're in the kitchen," he growled, her hands wandering. She squeezed his ass, taunting him, the saucy minx.

"So? Maybe you should hurry then." She reached between them, stroking him through his trousers. It was almost embarrassing how quickly her touch made him hard. He craved her.

He could feel his resolve slipping. "Muffliato."

Emma yanked hard on his belt, having it undone in seconds. She let him finish with his pants while she turned around and bent over the counter. Her heels put her at just the right height. She bit back a moan as he rucked her skirt up and tested her readiness. Liam cursed quietly; she was more than ready, wet and sticky from their earlier tryst. Emma spread her legs wantonly, silently begging him to fuck her. He didn't make her wait; spell or not, they would be missed soon. He took her hard and fast, pouring all his need for her into each thrust. Little mewls and moans tumbled from her lips; Liam's cock felt so fucking good inside her. She hadn't come in here for this, but she was terrible when it came to resisting temptation.

The danger of being caught making everything more intoxicating; Emma's walls were quickly fluttering. "Close," she hissed. "Fuck, I'm so close."

Liam reached under her, seeking her clit. He rubbed it roughly, needing to feel her climax all over his cock. Emma clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her scream, her body spasming with pleasure. Liam followed quickly, burying his cock to the hilt as he spasmed and pulsed inside her fluttering sheath. Emma panted hard, Liam resting against her back. He lingered as long as he dared, marveling at their sheer boldness.

Emma missed him the moment he straightened, but she knew it was a miracle they hadn't been caught. She stood too, rearranging her dress into something presentable. Once that was done, she extracted her wand from the hidden pocket (seriously she would wear dresses more if they had pockets!). "Scorgify."

Liam flushed as she cleaned up. "Probably a good idea."

"We can't breathe a word of this," she whispered, not really feeling guilty in the slightest.

"Except to Killian."

Her eyes twinkled. She could just imagine how Killian would react when he discovered what they'd done. "Of course." She kissed Liam's cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too, darling." He watched as she left first, heading out the opposite door from which she entered. She would no doubt take the more circuitous route back into the main living area. Liam looked himself over one more time before leaving the kitchen. He didn't see anything amiss.

Before he could push open the door, it swung in the opposite direction. "Liam! There you are!" Ginny cried. "I was wondering where you disappeared to. Emma was looking for you. Did she find you?"

Liam struggled to keep a straight face. "Aye, she did. I just needed a few minutes to myself. I think she needed to use the bathroom."

Ginny eyed him warily, but she didn't question him further. "Yeah, they can be a handful. But we wanted to do gifts and cake before things got too out of hand."

"Sounds good." Liam followed their host out into the cacophony of sound once more; Killian caught his eye and arched a brow. Ask Emma, he mouthed silently.

August 2005

Emma's heart raced; her breath came in harsh pants. Pleasure still tingled through her; she was afraid her legs wouldn't hold her up. Killian seemed to be in no hurry to put her down, his breath hot on her neck.

"At some point, we…really should try getting…some work done," he breathed, chuckling.

Emma laughed breathlessly. "For once, this is not my fault."

"So say you," her lover countered. "You're bloody irresistible."

Emma rolled her eyes. "It's not like you're trying very hard."

"Do you want me to?"

"Hell no!" Being with Killian anywhere and everywhere was the only thing keeping her sane these days.

"That's what I thought." He kissed her cheek and gently lowered her to the ground. "Would you like help getting cleaned up?"

"Nah, I got it." She conjured a cloth out of thin air, quickly cleaning up the mess. She didn't know why she bothered; it wasn't like Liam was home to scold them. He'd hardly spoken to either of them in the last two weeks; Emma was almost at her wit's end. She knew he had to be hurting; he clung to her in the night. At least he still shared their bed. He hadn't cut himself off completely. He answered questions in monosyllables; he wasn't sleeping well. Aside from holding her as he slept, they hadn't been intimate since before Seph's passing. She missed him; it was like an ache in her chest.

Meanwhile, she and Killian were making up for it by screwing like rabbits. They'd decided to get a head start on their seventh year studies, just in case. They knew Liam wanted them to go back to school; getting decent jobs in the wizarding world required N.E.W.T.s. The Weasley twins, Harry and Ron were the only people she knew of that hadn't finished all seven years. Hermione made a point of going back for her seventh year. It wasn't that Emma didn't see the value in it; she just had other priorities. She wasn't optimistic about their reception back at school; if things got too rough, they could petition McGonagall to take the exams early and get out of there.

It was a good plan. And it worked when they weren't distracting themselves with other pleasures.

She was pretty sure they'd christened almost every room in the house. She almost wanted to be ashamed of how much sex they were having, but she couldn't. Being with Killian kept the ache of missing Liam away. The ache of missing Seph. They clung to each other, needing the comfort and solace the other provided. If that was wrong, then she didn't want to be right.

"What are you thinking, love?" Killian asked gently.

"How much I miss Liam. He's miserable, but he won't let us help."

Killian held her hand as they returned to the table. Papers and books were spread everywhere; he ignored it all in favor of tucking Emma into his side. "I miss him too. I hoped he would come around sooner than this, but I think we may have to take steps to get him back."

"Like what?"

"It may be best just to be straightforward. Like you said, he's miserable. There isn't a day that passes that I don't miss Mum, but he's taking things too far. She wouldn't want this for him. We need him, whether he likes it or not."

"He needs us too."

"Even if he's too stubborn to admit it."

"Maybe he wants to reach out but doesn't know how?"

Killian stroked her back. "Could be. But he's always tried to take more on than he should for some bloody reason."

"Don't be too hard on him."

"I'll try."

They returned to their Charms studies, even though their hearts weren't really in it. Anything to pass the time. Emma re-read the same paragraph six times, absorbing none of it. She knew deep in her heart that Liam still loved her. She didn't know why he felt like he needed up pull away like this, but she wasn't going to stand for it. They were in this together, the three of them. They'd all lost someone very important to them; the only way they were going to get through it was to lean on each other. All of them.

Emma heard a door open and close. "Hey, did you hear that?"

Killian glanced toward the stairs. "Aye, I did."

"Ready?"

Killian took her hand. "Indeed." He would make his brother see sense, even if he had to curse him to do it. He hoped they wouldn't need anything so drastic.

Emma led the way upstairs. Liam wasn't anywhere on the main floor, however. She knew he was in the house; his boots were in the closet. They climbed the stairs, calling out. There was no reply. Emma stopped on the third floor landing, considering. There wasn't much on this floor, just a few unused rooms. She caught a light out of the corner of her eye; it peaked out from under a door. Setting her jaw, she followed it. She only hesitated for a moment before knocking. "Liam?"

"I'm not hungry, lass."

Not hungry my ass, she thought. Maybe not for food, but he was practically starving for love and affection. She ignored him and twisted the handle. To her surprise, it opened easily. "Liam, we need to talk."

She blinked when she saw what he was doing. There was a desk piled high with books; a cauldron bubbled in the fireplace. Liam's tall frame was thinner than normal; he had dark circles under his eyes. Whatever he was doing, it was consuming him.

"What is this?"

"I got an internship at the Ministry."

"That doesn't explain what this is."

"You know I want to work at the Department of Mysteries, Emma."

Emma put her hands on her hips. "This is my house, Liam. I have a right to know if you're about to blow it up."

Liam pointed his wand at the fire and extinguished it. "Your house, eh? I can take this back into the office then."

Killian pushed forward. "Liam, damn it, you're being deliberately obtuse. We're worried about you."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Like hell you are!" Emma snapped. "Look at you! You're exhausted. When you do come to bed, you barely sleep. You're out more than you're here!"

"We've got plenty of rooms. I can sleep somewhere else."

He was so calm; it didn't feel right. "I don't want you sleep anywhere but by my side, Liam," she said, her anger fading to worry. "And I know you do too."

"You have no idea how I'm feeling."

"Because you won't tell us!" Killian shouted. "You've done nothing but push us away since Mum died!"

Liam's face darkened. "Don't you dare…"

"Don't what? Lecture you? Tell you you're being an ass? Tell you that you don't have to grieve alone? Tell you. that we miss you!"

Liam sneered. "You've hardly missed me. You think I haven't heard? Fucking all over the house! You two seem perfectly fine without me."

Now he'd gone too far. Emma marched up to him and slapped him. Hard. He blinked for a second, touching his cheek. "Don't you ever say anything like that again, Liam Jones," she scolded. "I love you. Killian loves you. We're not going to stop loving you just because you've decided to be a stubborn ass. How dare you disrespect your mother's memory by pushing your family away!"

Whatever was happening with Liam, her words seemed to break him. He sagged, his head in his hands. "I'm scared out of my mind," he murmured, tears streaking down his cheeks. "You and Killian have always been close. Sometimes I've…I've felt like an outsider. And now you're going back to school in a few weeks while I'm here. How do we survive that, Emma? We just lost Mum. Everything is changing. And I hate it."

"Oh Liam." She wrapped her arms around him with Killian enveloping them both in a hug. More of Liam's tears clung to her shirt, but she didn't care. She gently stroked his unruly curls and hummed soothingly while he got it out. He clung to her, so thankful he hadn't driven her away with his stupidity.

"I love you," he whispered. "I love you both so much. I'm so sorry."

Emma kissed his forehead. "It's okay. I hate that you felt that way."

"I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. I thought you might hate me after the way I acted."

She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her. "I could never hate you, Liam. I've only ever loved you, even before I knew what love was. From the day we met, I've only ever wanted to the two of you. You were the one good thing in my life; you're my family."

Liam sniffed. He didn't deserve their forgiveness, but he would ask for it all the same. "Can you forgive me?"

She smiled. "I already did."

Liam looked at his brother, now sitting by his side. "And you, brother?"

"Did you really feel like an outsider?" That torn at Killian's heart; he knew Liam loved Emma just as deeply as he did. It wasn't his fault that he was a year older. "Did I make you feel that way?"

"I don't think it was on purpose," Liam assuring him. "You two just get to spend more time together, that's all." They were in the same year at Hogwarts; they shared classes together. That was precious time Liam couldn't share. It was no one's fault; it was simply reality. They'd made the choice to love Emma together; Liam didn't regret that choice.

Killian squeezed his brother's hand. "Then I am truly sorry, brother."

"You didn't nearly ruin the best thing in our lives," Liam pointed out. "I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"This has been hard for all of us. Of course, I forgive you." Emma scooted out of the way so the brothers could hug. Tears stung her eyes; she was so happy to see her family coming back together. The brothers opened their arms for her; she stepped into their embrace gladly.

"I've missed this so much," she whispered, hugging them tight.

"Me too," Liam said. "I missed you so much it hurt."

Emma squeezed his waist. "We missed you too. We were together to ease the pain of missing you. I'm sorry if we hurt you."

Liam kissed her forehead. "It did hurt. But it was my fault. I chose to stay away. Would you have welcomed me?"

Emma nodded fervently. "Always. I need you both. My world isn't complete without both of you."

Liam touched her cheek then gently tipped her chin up. She smiled when she realized what he was going to do. His kiss was hesitant at first, like he wasn't sure she would accept him. Emma curled her hand behind his neck, holding him close so she could kiss him back. His lips on hers was magical; it felt like her world was tipping back onto its proper axis. Liam held her firmly, not letting her get away as he surrendered to the desire he felt for her. Emma mewled, her body responding to his touch. Killian wasn't idle, his mouth hot on her throat.

"Liam…Killian…" she breathed, trying to hold on to them both at the same time. "Don't stop."

"Are you sure?" Liam asked. "Perhaps we shouldn't rush…"

She cupped his cheeks. "This is what we need, Liam. We need you."

Liam did the only thing he could; he kissed her hard. Emma gasped, instinctively hooking her leg over his hip. Liam picked her up and wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist. With a short nod to his brother, Liam twisted them toward the wall, pinning Emma against it, devouring her mouth. She kissed him back just as fiercely, grinding her hips against his growing erection. "Fuck, I've missed you," she breathed.

Liam tugged her shirt over her head, pleased to see she was bare underneath. "Me too, love. It was torture, listening to you two fucking." He leaned in next to her ear. "But it was hot."

Emma moaned. "I knew you were listening. I wanted you to hear us."

"Did it turn you on, lass? Make this tight cunt nice and slick?"

"Yes," she hissed, grinding against him. "God yes."

"That's my dirty girl." He ducked down and captured a nipple between his lips, sucking hard. She and Killian must have been together recently; she was bare underneath her clothes. Jealousy bubbled up in his chest, jealousy and arousal. He'd brought this on himself, he knew that. He thrust roughly against her molten center, frustrated by his own stupidity. He could have accepted the comfort she offered; he'd missed her terribly. It wasn't a mistake he would make again.

Emma gasped, his roughness making her body tingle with arousal. She gripped his hair, arching deeper into his touch. She spotted Killian a few feet away, splayed out in a plush chair he'd conjured. He stared at them with heavy lidded eyes, his hand stroking his clothed cock. He smirked at her, clearly enjoying the show. "Liam…"

He grunted, her nails digging into his skin. "Need you, darling. Bloody hell."

Emma nodded. "Yes, please. Fuck me, Liam." This wouldn't be gentle; she didn't want him to be. They'd missed each other too much; the needed each other too badly. He lowered her legs, spinning her around. Emma's breathing hitched as he grabbed the fly of her pants and yanked. He peeled the material down her legs, pausing to admire her nude form. Her ass was pert and round, begging to be spanked. He squeezed firmly, earning a needy moan.

"So gorgeous," he whispered in her ear. "I can smell how much you want this, love."

Emma bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, Liam. So much."

"Spread your legs for me, lass, and lean over."

She did so with alacrity, so desperate for whatever he wanted to do to her. He kept her in suspense; she heard the faint sounds of clothing falling to the ground. She braced herself for his huge cock to fill her up; she wasn't prepared for the sharp crack of skin on skin. She yelped, her ass tingling. Liam didn't stop, spanking both cheeks until she was trembling with pleasure. Her core pulsed with need. "Please, please, please," she begged, desperate for relief.

"Please what?" Liam grabbed her hips, his cock sliding along her slick flesh.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Liam nodded, almost to himself. He lined himself up and leaned forward, slowly, so slowly, groaning at the way she opened for him. She was hot and tight, still slick from her earlier tryst with his brother. Both brothers relished marking her as theirs, in whatever way she allowed. And she allowed many, many naughty ways. "Merlin, I've missed you, love," he breathed, rocking into her over and over. "Missed you so much."

Emma pushed back against him, just as eager for him as he was for her. He felt so big inside her, filling her to the hilt. "Missed you too," she gasped. "Fuck, don't stop. Don't stop!"

Killian loosened his pants, the confining material too tight. He angled the chair just a bit to the left, giving him a better view. Emma was glorious, her skin flushed, her hair wild, her breasts swaying with every thrust. Beautiful, sexy, loving. He curled his fist around his aching cock, stroking slowly. "So fucking beautiful," he growled. "Such a needy thing."

Liam bent close to her ear. "Killian's watching us, darling," he murmured seductively. "He's watching me fuck you. Watching you beg for my cock."

Emma moaned, another wave of lust seizing her. "Oh god."

"Hmm, you like it," he added, hips pumping harder. "I can feel how wet you are."

She clawed the wall, her orgasm just out of reach. "Please," she whimpered. "Need to come, Liam. Please!"

"Not done with you," he warned. He reached down and circled her clit, relishing her needy gasp. Her back arched as her first climax washed over her; Liam lingered inside her as long as he dared. He had more plans for her. "Love you."

Emma whimpered, endorphins rushing through her as her lover slipped from her body. He was still hard, unsatisfied; her boys were not done with her yet. Wood scraped against wood; more cloth hit the floor. She hadn't even caught her breath before she felt two sets of hands wandering her skin. "Hmmm."

Killian pulled back her hair, his lips touching her temple. "You were incredible, Swan. So gorgeous."

Emma forced herself to stand on shaky legs, drawing his mouth to hers. They kissed deeply, Emma's hands wandering his body. The brothers sandwiched her between them, their bodies hard and firm. Liam's was thinner than she remembered, but it didn't quench her desire for him. "Missed this so much," she breathed. "Merlin, I need you both so much."

She dropped precipitously to her knees, licking her lips instinctively. Her eyes flickered between them, drinking in the desire burning there. Leaning forward, she pressed kisses to the swollen tips of each of their cocks. She offered them a teasing smirk before taking Killian into her mouth. She bobbed slowly, licking every inch of him. He groaned, her mouth warm, wet and perfect. "Swan…"

She released him with a pop before turning to Liam. His cock still glistened with her juices; she moaned as she took him in. She did love the taste of her arousal on his skin. Liam sank his fingers into her hair, unable to look away as she sucked him. "Just like that, my darling."

Emma squirmed, arousal pooling between her legs. She loved doing this for them. She loved having them at her mercy. She didn't let Liam get too comfortable, releasing him to switch to Killian. Obscene wet sounds filled the room as she moved back and forth, back and forth, sucking, licking, fondling. Her own arousal built, slickness sliding down her thighs.

"Fucking hell, love," Liam breathed, beyond turned on by her. "So hot."

"How do you want me?" she asked, licking his length like a lollipop.

"Do you want us both, sweet?" he purred, cupping her chin. "Do you want us to share your needy cunt?"

"Please," she moaned, a shudder going through her. She ached for the way they were as a trio, the seamless way they used her body.

"Have her, brother," Liam said, still slowly fucking her mouth. "My turn to watch."

Killian grabbed Emma's elbow and picked her up. She squealed happily as he maneuvered them to the chair he'd conjured, pausing only long enough to kiss her deeply. Once seated, he pulled her into his lap, leaving her facing away from him. One of the tall windows of Grimmauld Place faced her, the drapes drawn back. Emma's breathing hitched as she caught sight of them in the glass, naked, her nipples taut with arousal, Killian's straining cock between her legs.

Killian realized where she was looking. "That's it, love. Watch as we ravish you." He angled her hips just right; they both moaned as he penetrated her swollen sheath. Emma braced her hands on the arms of the chair, holding herself up as Killian fucked her.

"Fuck, that's good," she breathed. She couldn't take her eyes off the glass, mesmerized by the way he moved. Another movement caught her eye; Liam was watching. He stepped closer, his cock bobbling proudly. When Emma wet her lips, he smirked. Their eyes caught and locked as he moved closer, kneeling before them. Emma keened as he captured a nipple between his lips and sucked. "Oh fuck."

Killian groaned as he felt her clench around his shaft. "So bloody responsive," he murmured. "Give her more, brother."

Liam chuckled, but did as his brother asked. He moved left and right, suckling each nipple until it was red and swollen. A litany of moans tumbled from Emma's lips, the added stimulation setting her already aroused body on fire. "God yes, yes."

"You're so bloody perfect like this," Liam growled, his hands sliding down her belly. "Our naughty lass."

"Yours," she agreed. "Only yours." She let go of the chair long enough to pull him close, fusing her lips to his. They kissed passionately, Emma still bouncing in Killian's lap. The younger Jones reached down and stroked her hard nub, making her gasp. "Fuck!"

"I think Killian wants to feel you come," Liam murmured. He ducked lower, easing his brother's hand away. He replaced it with his mouth, sucking hard. Emma detonated like bomb, a high-pitched shriek filling the room. Killian had to lift her off him, lest he follow.

Emma sagged, panting; Killian held her against his chest. Yet, she was still trembling from her latest orgasm when Liam filled her once more, her legs spread wide. Incoherent sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips; it was intoxicating to be used like this. Killian whispered filth into her ear as Liam rode her; she was helpless to do anything but enjoy it. When they switched again, Emma cried out, the change in angle doing wicked things to her.

"Oh my god, oh my god," she chanted over and over. On the next switch, they spun her around, Liam spreading her legs as she stretched out over Killian's chest. They kissed messily, Emma drowning in pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted?" Liam growled.

"Yes!" she cried desperately. "So fucking much!"

Liam spanked her ass, causing a fresh wave of arousal to shoot through her. "Think you can take us together, love?"

Was he asking what she thought he was? Emma nodded even before she could think. "Please," she begged. "Please!"

They didn't have any of their supplies, but Liam did have some oil from his experiments. He left her reluctantly to grab it; when he returned, Killian had buried himself in her sex. She rode him slowly, bending over just enough to offer her ass. Liam kissed the dimples in her lower back lovingly; he was all too aware that he'd nearly fucked all of this up. The fact that she could still love him after the way he treated them was astounding. He fell in love with her all over again. He prayed he always would.

Emma whimpered as she felt the cold fluid hit her skin. Liam pressed a single long digit against her back entrance, gingerly stroking her. Her body remembered this touch; it remembered and ached for it. She clung to Killian's neck as Liam slowly worked her, pressing first one finger then a second into her tight hole. It had been some time since she'd had them both like this; it was different than just one. But they still knew how to touch her, how to help her relax until she was utterly pliant between them.

"Please," she begged, needing more than just Liam's fingers. "Fuck my ass, Liam. Need you both inside me."

"Hang on to Killian, love."

"I've got you, Swan," Killian promised. He kissed her; he could feel her trembling with need. "We've both got you."

Emma nodded, words escaping her. Killian held her in his lap while Liam positioned himself between his brother's legs. He coated his cock in oil, then pressed forward, slowly, gently. Their lover sucked in a sharp breath as the tip of his cock penetrated her. "Alright, lass?"

She nodded hard. "Don't fucking stop," she groaned. "Need you, Liam. Right now."

Liam did as she bid, pressing deeper and deeper until he was completely sheathed. "Fucking hell," he moaned. "So tight."

Killian's cock twitched inside her; he'd been forced to keep still while Liam took her. "Fuck, I can feel you, brother. I can feel how fucking wet she is. So good."

Emma closed her eyes, soaking in the sensation of being utterly full. This was her heaven, caught between the men she loved, utterly possessed by them. They were hers and she was theirs. Nothing could ever change that. "Move," she panted, tears stinging her eyes. Tears of joy. "Please!"

It was still a new feeling, having Emma like this. Liam pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck before he started to move. The first few minutes were sloppy and frustrating; they still hadn't perfected how this worked. Not to mention it had been far too long since they'd all been together. But Emma reveled in every moment, the room filled with low murmurs, growls and groans as the trio found their rhythm. She clung to Killian, unable to do anything else. She could simply bask in all the sensations, the delicious friction, her lovers' needy moans. "Oh my god, oh my god," she whispered, another orgasm coiling ever tighter in her belly. "Love this so much."

Killian palmed her breasts, toying with her nipples as he thrust up into her soaking cunt. "So fucking wet for us, Swan," he growled, the wet sounds of their lovemaking proving his point. "Such a greedy girl."

She arched, another jolt of need hitting her clit. "Fuck."

Liam felt her clench instinctively; his body moved of its own accord, thrusting harder, deeper. "She's already close, brother. Bloody hell."

"I know." He drew her in for a kiss. "Are you ready to come, darling?"

"I…I…" She was torn, both desperate for release, but unwilling to let the moment end.

"If you're not sure…" Liam surprised her by pulling out; she cried out in protest. She was so close! She'd dreamt of this moment for weeks, hoping they could find their way back to this. Liam shared a look with his brother; they came to a silent agreement. Liam surprised her again by stretching out on the floor, the wood cool against his overheated skin. "Come here, lass."

Emma looked around, momentarily bewildered. Killian helped her stand; her knees were shaking. Her whole body was trembling; she needed release so badly. Killian held her hands as she lowered herself to the floor; Liam pulled her in for a searing kiss. "You didn't think we were finished with you now, did you?" he whispered hotly in her ear. "Be a good girl and ride me. Let Killian see how well your ass takes my cock."

Emma shivered, moving to squat over Liam's hips. Killian knelt in front of them, watching. It took some maneuvering and a dash of oil, but then she was there, her ass stretching wide to take all of Liam's girth. "Oh fuck," she panted, bracing herself. Her back arched, her hair cascaded down, her lips were parted. Killian thought she was breathtakingly beautiful like this. She rode Liam slowly, deliberately, taking him to the hilt. He wished he had his camera, but there would be other days. He was certain of that now. Their life wouldn't be perfect, but they were in it together.

"She's stunning," Killian said to his brother. "Perfect."

"Not quite," Liam disagreed. Emma felt incredible around him, but she wasn't just his to love. "She needs you too."

Emma wet her lips. "Please, Killian."

Killian moved closer, cupping the back of her head so he could kiss her. "Love you," he whispered. Emma gasped in response, his fingers teasing her clit. Together, the brothers altered her position just enough that she could take both comfortably. Still unwilling to hurt her, Killian pushed in slowly, watching as her mouth fell open in a euphoric O. "Fucking hell."

Emma gripped his shoulders hard. "Give it to me," she demanded, hovering on the edge of climax. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

The brothers did as she bid, all control and finesse at an end. The trio melted into a writhing ball of limbs, smacking skin and desperate cries of pleasure as they chased Emma's climax. When she succumbed, it was all consuming, flaring white hot, ecstasy searing her veins. Her shriek was soundless, her voice gone as she rode wave after wave of intense pleasure. Deft fingers worked her nub, drawing it out until she was unsure where she ended and they began. Liam followed quickly, his own high hanging by a thread. His pulsing cock sent fresh waves of ecstasy through her; Emma moaned weakly. Liam grunted her name, thrusting into her until he was spent. Killian was last, surrendering to her clenching sex. His head fell to her shoulder as he panted, his whole body tingling with pleasure.

Once Liam had his breath back somewhat, he gingerly rolled them over. Emma moaned softly as her boys slipped from her at last; she missed them, even though she was exhausted. She buried her nose into Liam's chest, inhaling his musky scent. Killian let them cuddle for a few moments before he mustered the energy to get Emma cleaned up. They'd ravished her thoroughly; she looked the part.

"Sorry," he whispered as Emma groaned. She would definitely be sore in the morning, but it was worth it.

"'S okay," she muttered. "Just sore."

"Did we hurt you?" Liam asked, worried.

"No, no. It's just…been awhile."

Liam kissed her forehead. "I will spend the rest of the summer making it up to you," he promised. "Both of you." In his grief, he'd left Emma and Killian to mourn Seph alone. He felt terrible about it. He'd been selfish and scared. Seph's parting words to him rang in his head. Follow your heart. She'd said something similar years ago, when he was still coming to terms with his feelings for Emma. Had she known even then? Had she known her sons loved the same girl? She must have. But losing her had exacerbated his fears. He was afraid that when Emma and Killian returned to school they would move on without him. He would lose Emma and through her his brother. He hated thinking that way, but he was so far down a rabbit hole of grief that he couldn't stop it.

Thank Merlin his family had snapped him out of it.

"What are you thinking about?" Emma asked.

Liam sighed. "How much of a berk I've been to you both. I almost turned my fear into a self-fulfilling prophecy."

Emma kissed his brow. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, babe."

He hugged her close. "I never want to be rid of you, sweetheart."

"Good, because you both are stuck with me."

Killian rejoined them, kissing her shoulder. "Or, perhaps, you're stuck with us?" he teased.

She smiled. "Hmmm, I'm okay with that."

"I love you, Emma," Liam said seriously. "More than I can say."

"I love you too." She kissed his lips tenderly, then turned slightly. "And I love you, Killian. So, so much. You guys are my family. I don't want that to change."

"Change is inevitable," Liam reminded her.

"Maybe, but we've still got some control."

Liam frowned. "Emma, you and Killian are going back to school in a few weeks."

She grinned. "Yeah, about that…"

May 2010

Killian shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you shagged in the kitchen."

"What? Like a kitchen is so unusual for us?" Emma asked, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. A couple of hours after Liam fucked her senseless, they were walking away from the Potters', their gifts and cards sent on ahead via owl. Overall, the party had been fun. Emma enjoyed herself, but she had to admit the best part was sneaking around with her husbands to be. In fact, Killian cornered her in the loo as they were getting ready to call it a night, rucking up her skirt and taking her hard and fast. "Or a bathroom?"

Killian didn't skip a beat. "That was payback for tormenting me all night."

"Then what are you complaining about?"

"I'm not complaining. Merely observing that we are terrible guests."

Liam and Emma laughed. "Do you think anyone suspected?"

"Ginny definitely did. She is her mother's daughter, no matter how much she protests."

"I guess we'll just have to hold any further parties at our house from now on," Emma observed. She looped her arms through each of theirs. "That aside though, I had fun."

"As did I," Liam agreed.

"Oh! I didn't tell you guys the best part!" Emma cried.

"What's that, Swan?"

"Hermione! She said she's been doing research…"

"She's always doing research," Liam observed dryly. Hermione Granger was one of the few people more dedicated to learning than he was. It was incredible to watch her work.

"Yeah, I know, but this time she was researching us."

"Us?"

"Well, how we could get married. For real."

Liam stopped them in their tracks. He'd been doing the same thing as their schedule permitted. But Hermione worked in the law enforcement branch of the Ministry; she had the kind of access he only dreamed of. Access he might have been able to get if he still worked at the Ministry, but that ship had sailed. He was happier out of that toxic environment. "And?"

"Hermione says there is no actual law that says a marriage can only be two people. Not in our world. Something about a loophole. Anyway, if we adapt the current spell to our situation, we should be fine."

Liam felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. They could get married? Officially? Legally? Honestly, the paper didn't matter that much, but in light of the unpleasantness they'd been through, part of him really wanted it. He wanted to be Emma's husband in the fullest sense. So did Killian. They spent long hours talking about it. They wanted to be better than their father, a man who abandoned his wife and sons.

"Emma, that's…"

"Fantastic? Perfect? Everything we've wanted?"

He nodded. "Aye." Abruptly, he picked her up and spun her around. Emma giggled happily, kissing him as he put her down. She reached for Killian and pulled him close, kissing him too.

"This is where I want to be," she promised. "Right here between you. Always."