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Killian leans his back against the ledge of the roof with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face as he watches Emma try to open the door.

It’s been fifteen minutes since Henry left and they haven’t spoken a word to each other since. She gives another tug and lets out a groan before she turns back to him, her face hard.

“You could help, you know.”

He shrugs. “What would you propose I do? Try to open a door we both know only opens from the inside?”

She throws him a glare before she tries the door again. When it still refuses to open, she gives it a swift kick, only to jump back in pain.

He rushes to her in concern. “You alright?”

She shoots him a glare, shoving him away as she limps over to the ledge and picks up his bottle of rum. He walks up to join her and they stand there in silence for a few moments before she hands him back the bottle.

“What did you tell him the other night?”

Her voice is low, if he wasn’t waiting for her to speak, he might not have heard her, but he was. His eyes stay down on the bottle in his hand and he shrugs.

“I told him that just because you and I are…” he trails off with a deep breath and shakes his head. “That didn’t mean he and I couldn’t be in each other’s lives... I’ll always be there for him.”

He can feel her eyes on him as he drinks his rum and places it back down, but keeps his eyes glued to the street below him. There are cars driving by, people on the sidewalks, and they all seem so… happy. He knows that’s crazy, there’s no way he can tell what they are feeling, but everyone seems happier than he is lately.

“You shouldn’t make promises to him you can’t keep.”

His head whips around to her. “Do you plan on keeping him from me?”

When she doesn’t answer right away his heart starts to pound. Everything in him wants to tell her she can’t, beg her not to, but it’s not his place. She’s the lads mother and she’s allowed to keep her son away from any person she wants, even one that loves him as much as he does.

“No, it would kill him if I did.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and looks back out at the night sky. He doesn’t know how long they stand there staring out into nothing and sharing his rum, but the air is thick. There is so much he wants to say, but he doesn’t know where to start. So he waits for her to make the first move, like he has since the beginning.

“I don’t think it was your fault,” she says softly. When he looks at her in confusion she begins again. “What happened with Henry, it wasn’t your fault. He told me what happened… He’s always been overzealous when it comes with helping. I think he wants to prove he can do things. Then he gets excited and well, you saw.”

Flashes of that day go through his mind and he cringes.

He sees Henry walking down with a big box, sees his foot catch on the steps, hears himself yell out and rush to try and catch him before he falls.

He remembers how he held Henry close to him while the boy cried in pain and when he saw the ankle immediately swell, he knew he had to get him to the hospital. He remembers how he wiped the boy’s tears away and promised him his mother would be there soon.

Killian shakes his head free of those thoughts and sniffs. “So, what does that mean?”

Sighing, she takes the bottle from him. “Does it have to mean anything?”

“That’s it then? You say it’s over so it’s over?”

“It wasn’t serious.”

Her words sting him more than the ones she spoke at the hospital. She sounds so cold and hard, like what they had meant nothing to her.

“You’re lying,” he hisses out.


“Why won’t you just tell me the truth, Emma? What changed?” She starts to walk away from him and he catches her arm, tugging her back. “It started days before. You were distant, I could see it in your eyes. I thought you would tell me in your own time—”

Her eyes are glassy with tears as she shakes her head and tries to pull her arm away. “What does it matter now?”

“It matters because it’s the reason you left!”

Her mouth open and closes a few times but no words come out.

“What is it? The truth!”

She shakes her head and tries to pull free again but he tightens his grip.

“Just tell me!”

“Because I’m in love with you!” she screams.

He feels as though his heart stops and he takes a step back, dropping her arm. Never did he dream that those would be the words that came out of her mouth.

“And you’re going to leave,” she chokes out. “Everybody leaves me.”

“Have I given you any indication that I was going to leave you?” he asks in a whisper.

She sniffles and her chin starts to quiver. “It doesn’t matter. You will, eventually. It’s just easier in the long run if I go first.”

They both stand there in silence as Killian looks her over. She’s finally told him the truth and it breaks his heart. His beautiful Swan has been hurt so badly in her past she believes loving him will only lead to more heartache.

He takes a step forward and she looks up at him as a single tear runs down her face. “I’m not going to leave you.”

She shakes her head. “Something will happen. You will leave, there’s nothing keeping you here…”

“You keep me here, Emma,” he starts. “You and Henry.”

She lets out a dry chuckle and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, and why is that?”

“Because I love you, too.”

He smothers the gasp she lets out, pulling her head up and pressing his lips firmly to hers. They both whimper and he has to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her upright when she collapses into him. Her tears drip onto his cheeks and when they finally pull away, he wipes them away with his fingers.

“I’m so sorry,” she cries against his lips and he shakes his head. “I was scared… I didn’t know what to do.”

He kisses her and pulls her tighter against him. “Talk to me, Emma. That’s all you have to do. I’m not going to leave you. I’ve been barely able to keep away from you since the moment we met, do you think I could survive without you? I don’t know how I managed all these weeks.”

She lets out a watery chuckle. “Me neither. I’ve missed you so much.”

His heart sores at her words and he kisses her again. They begin to move and he moans when she shoves him back against a wall. His hand is in her hair and his prosthetic is on her ass while hers run over him. His body responds to every touch and it’s not until then he truly realizes how much he’s missed her. Feeling her in his arms again makes him feel whole, complete, and he vows then and there in his mind to never know what it’s like to not touch her again.

Her hands move to the top of his sweat pants and begin to pull.


“I need you,” she pleads into his neck.

Her hand glides over his erection and he lurches forward, capturing her lips once more before he flips them and presses her against the wall. They both fumble to strip from the waist down before he lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist before he plunges himself into her and they both cry out.

The feeling of Emma around him without barrier is better than he could have imagined, the warmth of her silky walls almost tipping him over the edge on the spot, and he has to make a point to concentrate so he doesn’t embarrass himself.

When she tightens her legs around him in encouragement, he starts to move slowly and mumbles into her neck, “You feel amazing. You always feel so bloody amazing.”

His lips and teeth nip and kiss at her neck while her hands grip his biceps.

“God, Killian. I missed you,” she moans.

Groaning, he thrusts into her harder. “Missed you.”

Their moans echo in the night along with the sound of their skin slapping against each other. He wants it to last, but it’s been so long his control is slipping.

He pulls his head up from her neck and moves up to her lips. “Touch yourself, Emma. I want you with me.”

She lets out a whimper and her arm sneaks in between them. When her fingers connect with her nerves they both groan and he ups his pace.

“You’re my everything,” he pants against her lips. “I love you, Emma.”

Her muscles tighten around him and she peaks with a loud curse. “Fuck!”

He struggles to hold her upright, his whole body trembling when she collapses against him. Eventually, her hands move up his arms and into the back of his hair as she leans forward, poking her tongue out to lick his pulse before she shifts up to nip at his earlobe.

“I love you, too.”

Her words against his ear are all it takes for his edge to crumble, and he finds his release inside her with a deep groan, bliss washing over him as his body spasms in its aftershocks. She squeals when he almost drops her, adjusting her in his arms with a chuckle. They eventually untangle from each other for long enough to re-dress before he crumbles to the ground, pulling her with him and placing her in his lap.

She hums as he buries his face in her neck and holds her tight against his body. For the first time in weeks, she’s back in his arms and he feels at peace.

Her fingers trace his prosthetic and her voice is small when she finally speaks. “I’m sorry.”

Rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand in what he hopes is a reassuring manner, he kisses the side of her neck and places his chin on her shoulder.

“If we’re going to move past this, Emma, you can’t keep apologizing. I’ve already forgiven you, you just have to forgive yourself.”

“I hurt you.”

She sniffles and he reaches up to take her chin in between his fingers.


“Killian, I don’t know how to do this. The last time I was in a relationship it was with Henry’s father. He gave me all these promises, told me he loved me and then he left me. I believed in him and he let me down.”

“Hey, I don’t intend to let you down.”

She gives him a small smile and reaches up to cup his jaw. “I can’t promise you that I won’t freak out again, but I can promise you that I will try my hardest to talk to you before I do. I’m going to choose to see the best in you.”

His thumb brushes against her chin as he murmurs back, “And I with you.”

They lean in and kiss softly before she snuggles into his chest. A smile graces his lips before he pulls her tight against him, he has her back in his arms again and that’s all that matters. He knows there will be tough times ahead, with her walls so high, and her feeling so comfortable with them, but he’ll be there to break them down as long as it takes, he just has to make her believe that.

She starts to play with the charms on his necklace, like she always does, and an idea strikes him. Reaching up, he takes the second chain he’s wearing and pulls it over his neck.

“Here,” he whispers. “I want you to have this.”

Lifting her head, she looks at the ring on the end of the chain and her eyes go wide.

“Whoa,” she starts bringing her hands up. “Whooa.”

He rolls his eyes. “Calm down, Swan. I’m not proposing.”

She meets his gaze and gives him an apologetic smile as he takes a deep breath and holds the chain up.

“This ring belonged to a far better man than I… my brother Liam.” Her lips part and her eyes widen. “He gave it to me a long time ago. It’s the only thing I have left of his, but I want you to have it.”

“Killian, no. I can’t accept this,” she says with a shake of her head.

He gives her a smile and places the ring and the chain in her hand. “Aye, you can. He gave it to me to protect me and that’s why I’m giving it to you, to protect you. Whenever you are having doubts, I want you to look at this ring and know that it is my symbol for you.”

“Symbol?” Her voice is soft and her eyes are glassy.

“A symbol to show you that I won’t leave, a symbol that I love you.”

Her lips turn up softly before she leans forward and kisses him. When they pull apart, Emma takes the chain and puts it around her neck.

“I love you, too.”

He feels like his heart is bubbling over with joy as he pulls her in for another kiss. They are silent for a few moments, both enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms after so long before he hears her chuckle.

His lips move to her forehead. “What’s so funny, love?”

“What are we going to do about Henry?”

They both start to laugh and he leans his head back against the wall. “I don’t know, Swan. Bake him a cake?” She smacks his chest and he lets out another laugh. “I jest... Perhaps you can go a little easy on him though? He did have the best intentions.”

She hums and wraps her arms around his waist.

“Fine. But he still needs to be grounded, two weeks no XBox or cell phone.”

“Oh, come on. Two weeks might be a little much, don’t you think?” She picks her head up and looks at him, eyebrows raised. “Hear me out. He knew that we were both suffering and refusing to do anything about it. I agree he should be punished, but perhaps just a week? Two weeks without electronics for an eleven-year-old is like an eternity.”

She lets out a sigh and sits up, running her hands through her wild hair. “Why do I have visions of future arguments where I’m the bad guy and you’re the good guy?”

“He’s your boy, Swan. Whatever you choose for punishments have nothing to do with me.”

He watches as she bites her lip and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Henry loves you, Killian,” he looks at her in wonder. “He wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t. I’m not asking you to be his father. But if we want to make this work, I have to let you into his life, too.”

The smile that forms on his lips is so large, his cheeks start to hurt. “I’ll be happy with whatever part I have in Henry’s life, as long as I do have one.”

Their lips meet, but the flare in his groin makes him pull back. Every time he’s with her, he has to calm himself like he’s a horny teenager who can’t hold a simple conversation without getting turned on by her.

But she seems to have other ideas, and shifts in his lap. He hisses and she pulls back with a sexy smirk. “I think I missed your turn around time the most.”

He rubs his nose against her own as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “You just want me for my body.”

She pulls her head back an inch and arches her eyebrow up at him. “Are you complaining?”

He licks his lips and leans forward. “Not at all.”

She giggles as he kisses her again and he groans against her lips when she rubs herself against him. They hold themselves back from making love again, but can’t help but tease each other every once in a while.

There are multiple times as they sit there holding each other, that he finds he wants to pinch himself, because he’s terrified he’s going to wake to find this all a dream and he’s really alone in his cold bed.

Henry finally comes up to open the door an hour after they’ve reconciled. His face is masked with fear until he sees them smiling and holding hands, and when they walk into the stairwell with him he throws his arms around them both. Killian has to hold back the tears that prick his eyes as he squeezes the two most important people in the world close to him.

As they walk down the stairs, Henry turns to them with a big smile. “Does this mean Killian can stop sneaking out in the morning now?”

He can’t help but chuckle while Emma stares at her lad with her jaw dropped.

“When… how…” she stutters and Henry smiles.

“Please, I’ve known for a while. It’s just like when you two were kissing when you were just friends…” the lad explains with a roll of his eyes as they enter the elevator. “You guys are so completely unaware of things around when you’re together.”

Killian squeezes her hand and she looks down at her feet with a slight blush.

“But also,” Henry continues as they walk out into the hall. “A couple weeks ago Killian left his shoes in the dining room. I saw them when I went to the bathroom, but by the time I woke up, they were gone.”

Emma rolls her eyes as they get to her front door.

A wave of unease washes over him. He doesn’t want to leave her, he’s spent weeks without her and the thought of going into his dark, cold, empty flat makes him almost sick.

His thoughts are interrupted when he feels a tug on his hand. He looks up to see Emma standing before him in front of her opened door with her brows pinched together, Henry disappeared inside.

“What’s wrong?” Her face drops and he can see her breathing start to pick up. “Do you not want to—”

Pulling her toward him, he fuses his lips to hers, relishing in the sensation of her body melting into his.

“I want to more than anything, love.” A bright smile comes across her lips and he starts to walk them into her flat, kicking her door closed behind him. “Even if you tried to say I couldn’t, you would have woken up to find me in your bed tomorrow morning.”

She giggles and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “And have your wicked way with me? I thought you were a gentleman?”

He tickles her side and smiles. “I’m always a gentleman, Swan.”

She swats his hand away as they walk into her living room to find Henry standing outside of his room. Though there is a smile on his face, Killian can tell he’s uneasy and he tilts his head. “What’s vexing you, lad?”

“How long am I grounded for?”

Killian presses his lips together and looks over at Emma. She looks back at him with a sigh before she turns to her son.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “A week, no XBox or cell phone.”

Henry’s shoulders sag and Killian walks up to him. Though Emma told him she wants to allow him to be in Henry’s life more, he’s still going to take it slow. Patting the lad on the shoulder, he places a kiss on his forehead, something he started when they spent time together after he and Emma broke up, and walks into her bedroom to give them time to talk.

Emma closes her bedroom door and turns to see Killian standing at the foot of her bed with his brow knitted together.

“Hey,” she whispers. “What’s wrong?”

A slight twinge of panic goes through her and she can’t help but think he’s regretting them getting back together. His eyes move to hers and he gives her a sad smile before he looks back at the bed. She bites her lip and rings her hands together when she sees what he’s staring at. Laying in the middle of her bed is his pillow that she cuddles with every night, with his shirt on top of it along with the Captain Hook doll he won her on their second date.

Speaking softly, she yanks it off the bed while her cheeks burn. “Yeah, I, um… found this last week.”

Her eyes stay on the shirt as she crimps it in her hands. It still smells like him, and it’s helped her sleep on the nights her nightmares tried to keep her awake. Guilt washes over her again when she thinks about the pain she’s put them both through. Her gut told her from the beginning that Killian would never hurt her and she didn’t listen to it, she let her past fears blind her because she couldn’t take the chance that she was wrong.

She squeals slightly when Killian grabs the shirt and yanks it toward him, pulling her along with it. He wraps his left arm around her and cups her cheek with his right hand.

“Might I get it back?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head with a smile. “No. It’s mine now.”

“Pirate,” he whispers against her lips before he kisses her.

Her arms wrap around his shoulders and he lifts her off the ground before he places her down onto the bed. They make love softly and slowly, and she swears she’s never going to deny herself his love again. When they finish, they both lay on their sides and face each other, her fingers reaching up to brush over his too long beard while his thumb rubs her hip bone.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

He hums and leans forward to kiss the tip of her nose. “I missed you, too, love.”

Her hand moves down his chest and wraps around his torso to run up and down his back. Her fingers brush over his scars, red and angry, and she remembers when she first saw them, almost unable to contain her anger. They aren’t normal scars for a person to have. They almost look like someone took a whip to him, multiple times. But she’s never asked, she knows they both have things in their past either doesn’t know about and she trusts him to tell her when he feels comfortable.

As if reading her mind, he speaks in a soft tone, “I’ve had them for as long as I can remember… but how I got them? I have no idea.”

She spreads her fingers out and presses firmly on his back as her body moves closer and she presses a soft kiss to the scar on his cheek before she pulls her left hand out from under her body and holds it up to his face.

“Do you see this scar here?” She shows him the white crescent moon shaped scar on her left palm. “I have no idea how I got it. It’s almost like I just woke up one morning and it was there, and that would be okay, normally, but every time I look at it… it’s like I want to know how I got it. Almost like it’s important.” Her eyes move up to see him staring at her intently. “I know it’s not the same, I just…”

She trails off, feeling a little embarrassed over her stupid story, but then he leans forward and presses his lips to it. Her breathing picks up as he looks up at her through his eyelashes, his mouth still on her palm.

His voice is husky and she shivers when she feels his breath across her skin. “I’m sure whatever it is, love, you’ll remember one day.”

They end up having sex one more time before they pass out from their lack of sleep over the past couple weeks.

The next morning, neither of them wake up until almost noon, and that’s only because Henry finally gives in and wakes them up, complaining about how bored he is since he’s not allowed to play his games or talk on his phone. It’s when they are eating breakfast together that she realizes how refreshed she feels and it’s because for the first time in weeks, she slept soundly and nightmare free.