Summary: When Henry is kidnapped by the Evil Queen, Emma rushes to save him. Along the way, she receives the help of a ship’s captain with a shared past, though she has no idea just how deep that shared past really goes. Rating: E Warnings: Kidnapping, language, explicit sexual content Beta-readers:@scapeartist, @zengoalie, @optomisticgirl, @swankkat Cover and art:@swankkat (@snokone-lady)
The following day, Emma and Liam gave up all pretense of having a platonic relationship while they were in front of the crew. Rumors were certainly already abounding, and it was unlikely that either she or Liam had been quiet enough the previous two nights to avoid notice. Either way, there were no comments or double takes as she and Liam held hands or put one arm around the other, and if there were any snickers or exchanges of money, the crew kept them hidden.
Free of the stress of the crew’s reaction, Emma’s thoughts were centered squarely on Liam. Now that they’d started taking pleasure in each other’s bodies, she was practically overwhelmed by desire, to the point where it was nearly alarming when she stopped to think about it.
She woke up to the soft touch of his fingers on her face around
midnight.
Despite their words at the docks earlier, their night didn’t include
rum, Chinese or even a small quiet moment by their fireplace.
Instead Emma got to hug Henry goodnight for a beat or two too long,
before padding into her room —their room, alone. It wouldn’t be until she was
already asleep that Killian joined her in their bed.
She slept, pitifully, but did so for a few hours. That, until the soft
touch of his fingers running idly circles on her temple and cheeks, slowly
stirred her from her slumber.
His movements didn’t still, not even after he realized she was awake
—the shift on her breathing pattern subtle, yet enough for her pirate to
notice.
Emma kept her eyes shut though, relishing the moment in spite of
everything.
It wasn’t until she heard that faint sniffle in the quiet of the night,
that she decided to open her eyes and speak.
She shifted slightly, her face angled up just enough to make out
Killian’s in the dark of their bedroom. Emma drew in a breath at the sight of
him, his profile in the dark just as beautiful and precious to her as it was
during the day.
In a perfect world she could be able to take away his pain —that same
pain she singlehandedly caused.
Emma watches him dress from her spot in her bed, admiring the methodical way he buttons first his shirt, and then his waistcoat. Killian quirks an eyebrow in amusement at her interest, but says nothing as he continues to dress.
It’s become a routine for them. He stays the night, and then leaves early in the morning. Outside of his foray into the Land of Untold Stories, and later, New York City, he’s spent every night with her, in her house, in her bedroom, in her bed.
It’s supposed to theirs, she knows. He’s the one that picked out the house, his promise for a future, their future. One that they won’t even share assuming her vision proves to be correct.
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