A/n: And here we come to the second and final chapter of this – originally just a drabble – turned fic that came from CS Week: Priest!Killian.

Killian hadn't felt this anxious about showing up at someone's place, since he'd been that naïve seventeen year old, going after someone that would end up being disastrous for both of them. He'd never really brought her up to anyone; Emma knew vaguely about what had happened the year before they met, just as much as he knew about what had happened to her. In a strange sense they'd both shared similar backgrounds – orphans with shitty situations, with people who were older than them, who scarred them for the rest of their lives. It was part of the reason he jumped so readily into the cloth the second that his second chance was gone. Because he figured, he'd exhausted his chances and he might as well give up. Even if his choice was a reluctant one at best.

The door to her apartment swung open, just before his knuckles even met the wood. "Hello Emma." He said warmly, his blue eyes focusing on her, still in awe at what had occurred just hours before.

"Hi." She said with a nervous laugh, opening the door wider and motioning for him to come in. "I'm sorry that it's sort of a mess. I thought I would have time to clean in between earlier and now, but I got called into work."

"Well," He started, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks, "That's good, considering I came to see you, not your apartment." Their gazes met and they both laughed, "I wasn't expecting this to be this awkward, I'll be honest."

Emma stepped forward slowly with a little shrug of her shoulders, "I wasn't expecting it either. Any of it really." She bit down on her bottom lip, "Did today really happen?"

"Aye, it did," Killian retorted with a lopsided grin, "I'm glad that we're not still dancing around all of that." He stepped closer to her, brushing her hair behind her ear, "It was certainly an unconventional afternoon."

Emma arched a brow and laugh, "We're lucky that the church was empty for that little…scene." She shook her head, a wide grin on her lips, "Did you have to ask forgiveness for your sins?" She pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek, a teasing look in her eyes.

"Of course," He deadpanned, rolling his eyes, "I went right back into the confessional and begged forgiveness." Killian scoffed, "You know as well as I know that none of that was what I desired." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver chain with a circular pendant at the end of it. "This, however, was left in the confessional."

Emma's fingers went to her neck, eyes widening. She hadn't even felt the weight of the necklace lifted from her skin. "I-.. I guess I don't need that any longer." A small smile cracked at the corners of her lips, "I wore that as a reminder not to trust, I guess I've learned to trust now. At least a little more than I trusted before."

Killian bit down on his bottom lip for a long moment, before releasing it with a shake of his head, "You and I are very similar." He lowered his gaze, walking slowly towards her sofa, sinking down. "I won't lose you as I lost her."

Emma moved towards the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her as she sat down beside him. "You never really told me why you were at the church, just that life hadn't really been kind to you."

"No, life was a wretched bitch to me." He grinned then, enjoying the look of surprise on her face. "Honestly? We had sex in the confessional and you're giving me that look for saying 'bitch'?"

Emma gave a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, before bursting into laughter, "Well, I just know that I was expecting some 'holier than thou' Killian and look what I got instead."

"Oh is that what you wanted?" He curled his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side, "Well, I'm sorry to be a disappointment because I've never been the image of upstanding virtue."

Emma pursed her lips, a smirk curving the corners, "I think I can live with that." Her eyes flickered to his lips before she leaned closer and kissed him softly, "Are you going to tell me who this elusive 'her' is?"

"I'd prefer to give the short version of that story." Killian gritted his teeth together, pressing his forehead to hers briefly before leaning back against the sofa with a heavy sigh. "I was seventeen, she was married. I think that enough should prove how disastrous this ending will be." He scrubbed his hands over his face, "I'd prefer not to divulge any further."

"I understand." Emma said gently, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly, "Sometimes the past is better where it lay. The past."

Killian nodded in agreement, "And I chose the future." He leaned in and kissed her, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "I choose you."

Life in the church had been a reluctant decision on his part. He'd been left with no other choice than to lean on the establishment, when there was nothing else to lean on. He didn't have the temperament to be a quiet, good natured, priest. His mind had always been a place of unholy thoughts – ones that seemed like memories of another life. But he made do with what little he had, accepting each unfortunate turn that life put in his path.

But, now, he was embracing the tiny ray of hope – of light, that had entered his life, far more powerful than the promises of God had ever given him.

Killian pulled her onto his lap, her knees resting on the sofa on either side of his thighs. "Hello, love." He breathed, his eyes meeting hers as she leaned close to him, lips almost brushing. Her arms slid over his shoulders. "You know, I did promise you a bed this time."

Emma smirked down at him, kissing him soundly, "We still have dinner to eat before we get to the bed." She winked at him, sliding her hands over his shoulders, "As long as you're okay with junk food for dinner."

"It would be a hell of a lot better than the wholesome shit they like to feed us at the church," He laughed again, amused by her expression, "I told you I plan to leave the church, I have sex with you in a confessional and you're surprised by 'bitch' and 'shit'. What am I going to have to do to rectify your surprise?"

"I can think of a few things," Emma retorted, her hair falling forward against his shoulders as she leaned in to kiss him. "I still see you as a holier-than-thou; you need to convince me otherwise." Her fingers brushed over his jaw, a grin spreading on her lips, "Nice five o'clock shadow."

"Thank you," He smirked, leaning up to catch her lips again, his hands sliding down her sides, before settling on her hips. He rocked his hips upwards, relishing the way she gasped against his lips. Killian pushed her shirt up to her ribs, fingers sliding over her smooth skin. "Are you sure you want to wait until the bedroom?"

Emma pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, her eyes meeting his, biting down on her bottom lip, "You still haven't convinced me of your unholiness." There was something intoxicating about the whole situation with him being a priest, something taboo and alluring. And she enjoyed taunting him with that fact, far too much. "Come on Father."

"Emma." Killian's voice was low and gravely, his eyes holding her gaze – flooded with desire. "Your desires for priests are showing, love." He flashed her a smug grin, tugging her down against his chest, rolling his hips upwards again. "But I much prefer you saying Killian."

Emma's lips were still parted, a silent moan escaping them, before she finally gathered enough sense to answer him with, "Well, you're lucky that I like that name." She held onto his shoulders firmly as she ground her hips down against him, giving as good as she was getting from him.

Killian groaned against her lips, deepening the kiss to drown out the sounds she was drawing from him. Their tongues tangled together, a silent war between their lips as she continued the slow, torturous, rocking of her hips. His fingers tangled in her hair, as his freehand slid over the curve of her waist, keeping her close.

If you had asked her last week if she'd ever see Killian Jones again – she might have said 'someday' or 'never', but she certainly wouldn't have ever imagined that he'd be here in Boston, a priest or not, and she wouldn't have thought he would still hold some flame for her. Her life had never had 'ah-ha' moments or moments where she thought that maybe some unseen fate was guiding her life, but this felt like the first one. Twisted as they might be, there was an element of a fairytale in finding him again. Something she never dreamed of expecting in her life.

"God, Emma." Killian gasped, inhaling sharply, eyes fluttering when her hand slipped between them, palming him through his pants. "What happened to the bedroom?" He breathed out, his eyes fluttering closed when her fingers tugged the zipper down.

"We'll get there." Emma grinned, dragging her lips along his jawline, teeth nipping at his skin. "But I'm enjoying myself right now." Shifted her hips, keeping them off of him as she let her hand slip inside his pants, sliding along him teasingly, hardly giving him the attention she was sure he was wanting.

"Emma." He swore, biting down on his bottom lip, hips rising up to meet her touch. "I thought I was supposed to show you that I'm so unholy?" He wet his lips, eyes flickering open, unfocused and darkened with desire. "And you're far too clothed for that to occur."

Emma smirked mischievously, pulling her hand away from him, "Then sho-" Her words were cut off as he took that moment to flip her over onto her back along the sofa. "Oh." She tilted her head to the side, looking up at him.

Killian narrowed his eyes as he leaned over her, his lips trailing from her lips, over her jaws, and down her throat. His fingers worked her shirt up over her ribs, then over her breasts, until she had to sit up to help him pull it from her body. His hands smoothed over her skin, leaning to press kisses over her chest, brushing his lips over the rise of her breasts, tongue flicking out against the sensitive skin.

Her fingers wound through his thick dark hair, giving a sharp tug to it as his lips drew lower still, his tongue darting out over her navel, right at the edge of her jeans, and then retreating back up to capture her lips.

Her life had been a world of one night stands since her teenage days and they had certainly never been anything like this. Not that this was a one night stand – no, this was something more than that. She was drawn to him in a way that she'd never been drawn to someone before.

"Killian." Emma groaned in frustration, her hips rising off of the sofa with a desirous look in her eyes, "Bedroom."

"You're going to have to lead the way," Killian retorted, pulling away from her and instantly regretting the loss of friction and heat.

Emma rose to her feet, taking a second to catch her breath before she turned and gestured for him to follow her back to the bedroom. Her apartment was small, but right now the walk felt like a mile.

Killian's breath was hot against her neck as she reached to open the door, a shiver running down her spine and heat coiling between her legs. "That's not fair." She whispered, turning around to face him, lips just inches apart.

"We'll get in there in a minute." He assured with a wink, his fingers working at the button and zipper of her jeans. He shoved them down her hips, smirking as she did the same with his already opened pants. The second they had them off he had her pinned against the wall, hands hauling her upwards so she could wrap her legs around him. They were flush against one another, now, save for the thin cloth of their underwear that separated them. He ground against her, the friction making them both groan loudly.

Emma nimbly worked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders so her fingers could brush through the soft dark hair that covered his chest. Her lips met his, the kiss heated and desperate as they continued the slow, teasing, rock of their hips into each other. "Killian." Emma moaned, shiver racing up her spine. "I need you." She whispered, cupping his cheeks as she felt his hand fumble by her hip for the doorknob.

"I need you too, love," He returned, pushing them through the door and towards her bed. Nothing in life had ever felt quite right. He had always felt just slightly out of place, out of touch, but not when Emma was there. His internal compass had made her his true north. Everything pointed to her and was guided by her. Somehow.

Emma rested her head against Killian's chest, fingers playing through the dark hair on his chest, brushing over the necklace that sat on his skin, "When did you get this necklace? It's… different."

Killian covered her hand with his, "I was found with that when I was a baby. It was the only thing I was found with."

"I have a baby blanket." Emma said, a hint of sadness in her voice, "From when I was found too." She pursed her lips, a small frown forming. "You and I are more alike than I knew." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, "We both know what it feels like to be abandoned."

"Nothing ever fit in my life, except for the few short months that you and I are together."

"I know that feeling," Emma said with a cant of her head, "I kept meeting people that felt like they almost fit, but it never quite worked out. Until now…Until you."

Killian laughed, "I certainly know that the whole God and church thing never suited me. When I was a kid, I used to pretend I was pirate, with no god or order keeping me in line. Then one foster family chose to keep me, they were devout Catholics and it just seemed right to do what they thought I should do."

"At least you kept a foster family," Emma retorted with an almost smug little grin, "I ended up stealing for a living."

"Well of course," Killian deadpanned, "Isn't that how 'soul mates' are supposed to work? Living parallel lives with little differences, good families and bad families, good decisions and bad decisions. Christianity and thievery." He smirked then, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, so you think we're soul mates or something?" Emma questioned with a cocked brow, "Isn't that a little too fantastical for even our unbelieving ways?" She leaned and stole another kiss before rolling off of him and curling into his side, her head resting against the pillow.

"Probably," He laughed, curling his arm around her. He looked around her room, his eyes falling on a red dress, hanging on her closet door. "Had you been planning on going out tonight?"

"It was for work," Emma shrugged, "An asshole cheating on his wife, pulling a lot of shit on people. I passed it off to someone else, I had better plans tonight." She grinned at him, "Luckily my plans involved a priest not a married man."

"What an awful sin that would have been." He grinned, winking at her.

"Oh, of course. Because Having sex with a priest isn't a cardinal sin." She retorted with a hearty laugh, curling closer to him, relishing his warmth. "I could happily stay this way for the rest of the night." Emma was quiet for a few long moments before he spoke again, "After you leave the church, you're staying up here right? Not going back to Tallahassee?"

Killian shook his head, "I plan to find somewhere around here to live. I think I can live with Boston, it's got a nice piece of the sea out there. I'm not landlocked." He kissed the top of her head, sighing contentedly, "We should get some shut eye."

"That sounds like a plan to me." She snuggled deeper into the blankets, her feet tangling with his.

They had scarcely been in bed more than an hour, not quite a sleep but peacefully dozing beside each other, when someone knocked at her front door.

Emma sat up slowly when she heard a second knock at her door. "My clothes are so far away." She mumbled as she scooted to the edge of the bed.

"I was comfortable." Killian bemoaned, eyeing her as she sauntered across the room, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, followed by a sweatshirt.

"So was I." She retorted as a second knock came, "Coming!" Emma yelled, moving back over to the bed, leaning down to kiss him, "I'll be right back." She rubbed at her eyes as she headed out into the kitchen of her dining room, walking towards the door.

She swung it open and gaped slightly when she didn't see anyone there, but then she realized she was looking at the wrong height.

"Are you Emma Swan?"

"I am." Emma's hands went to her hips as she looked down at the waist-high boy standing at her front door.

"I'm Henry," He said with a lovable smile, his head tilting as he looked up at her, "I'm your son." The boy slipped under her arm, walking into her apartment with little care. "Do you have any orange juice?"

"I-.." Emma fumbled for words, her eyes widening as Killian walked out of the bedroom, shock on his own face as he saw the boy hopping up onto her bar stool.

Henry tilted his head in confusion as he stared at the Killian, "Are you my dad?"

A/n: I'm so cruel. But, that's literally the end of this fic. No more. IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. I wanted to leave you all with a marvelous cliffhanger.