I love TV couples: CS in particular

~♡~

Things were fine for a few months. Killian and Liam checked in with Emma and Graham with militaristic regularity. Often it was a simple text, but whenever he could, Killian preferred to call Emma.

During the calls, Killian and Emma shared more of their lives with each other. This served to draw them closer to each other.

One particularly lengthy call had Killian almost disclosing three words to her that he swore he'd not say to her until they were back in each other's arms.

“I miss you so damn much, J,” Emma told him, barely holding back the tears.

“Aye, love me too. But I've told you countless times that I'm a survivor.”

“I know, but I still worry you're going to do something reckless, or get caught up in something that's going to go wrong. I just can't shake this bad feeling.”

“You know I can't promise that things aren't going to go wrong, but I can promise I'll stay as safe as I can.”

“I know. Now you better go before I say something that'll get you into trouble. Speak soon.”

“As you wish, darling.”

Emma melted at the words of endearment. They were from one of her favourite films which she'd mentioned to Killian recently. He knew the secret meaning behind them.

After they hung up, Emma got herself ready for bed.

The following day, Emma and Graham sat listening in when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out. The anguished cry from Killian made Emma's blood run cold.

Graham knew at that point that the mission had not gone to plan and there was only one way to rescue it now. One of them was going to need to go in and pull the surviving Jones brother out.

~♡~

“Belle, Li?! You've been fucking the gangland boss’s wife? You know, the one we're meant to be investigating and putting away for good? That Belle?”

“Look I know you have your opinion about this, but not all of us have a beautiful girl waiting for us back home.”

“You know about Emma and me?”

“Of course I do. You're my little brother. I can see how happy you were when she came into your life, and how heartbroken you were to leave. So let's just get this job done and get you back to her.”

“So does that mean you'll stop fucking the boss’s wife?”

“I didn't say that now, did I?”

Killian shook his head. “Well on your head be it.”

Killian slumped against his door as he took a long draw from the bottle of rum. He still couldn't get over what had happened and where things had gone wrong. He was so angry he found himself wanting to do the only thing he could think of. Killian vowed there and then to avenge his brother's death.

As he took another swig from the bottle, he sighed as he thought of Emma and how pissed off with him she'd be for going dark. Before he could second guess himself he took off the microphone that had been hanging on the chain around his neck with the other charms, and stamped on it hard enough to break it. He then threw the burner phone across the room smashing it into bits.

“I'm sorry, love,” he whispered into the empty space around him. “This is something I have to do.”

He finished the bottle, a silent rage coursing through his body. He knew he needed to be smart about it though; he needed to stay alive long enough to get the revenge his brother deserved.

Days passed since he was forced to witness his brother and Belle being shot, and Killian sank deeper into his new persona. James has a rough edge to him, so the addition of being grief stricken and pissed off with Gold, for multiple reasons, only served to feed into the harshness. He stopped shaving and allowed his hair to grow longer than he'd had it before.

He was still undercover, but the methods he fell into using were less than admiral. Without the guiding force of Liam, Killian had decided to use any means necessary to bring the gang down, even if it meant crossing boundaries he didn't know if he'd be able to come back from.

The single women that hung around the bar the bikers used as their base of operations noticed this change in James. There was one in particular who'd taken a shine to him, and there'd be plenty of time for forgiveness later. Now was the time to get answers.

Tink was a fiery, petite blonde. In fact, she was so much like his blonde haired beauty back in Storybrooke it was scary. Yet, as James, Killian didn't dwell on that for too long. He did, however, try to keep it relatively innocent with enough heavy petting during make out sessions with her to keep up appearances and develop his reputation as the man who knew how to keep his woman satisfied.

By developing this relationship with Tink, he was able to continue to gather more evidence. It didn't take long before the guilt of what he was doing, and the fact he'd gathered enough evidence, allowed Killian to decide that it was time for James to let Tink go.

“It's probably for the best, James. Your heart never seemed fully in it. You got a girl hidden away somewhere or something?” Tink took getting dumped by the hottest biker in the gang with surprisingly good grace.

James itched behind his ear, a nervous twitch of his that he couldn't shake off even in this persona. “Ah…” he really didn't know how to respond.

Tink laughed. “She's one lucky lady, James. Now let's head back to the bar. I hear there's a new bar person starting today.”

He followed Tink on his bike and when they arrived back at the bar, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “You're one helluva lass, you know that darling? Let me buy you a goodbye drink?”

Tink giggled and nodded.

It was only then Killian looked towards the bar, his emotions running wildly through him when he saw who was standing behind it, staring across at him and Tink.

 ~♡~

Emma stood behind the bar when Killian walked in. Their eyes locked.

He sauntered cockily over to her. “So, love, what's your name?” he asked as he took her hand and kissed it.

Emma resisted grabbing her hand back as she glared at him. Realising that people were looking at them, she smiled at him giving him her best sultry look. It clearly worked as she saw his eyes darken. She smirked as she finally answered him. “I'm Wendy, and you are?”

“James Rogers, at your service.”

“Well, James, can I get you a drink?”

“I'll take a rum, neat and you in the pool room.”

Emma raised her eyebrow but played along.

When she went to present Killian with his drink he'd already gone. So she went to find him.

Emma didn't know whether to slap Killian or kiss him for what he'd put them all through. So, when she found him in the pool room leaning against the pool table with one leg crossed over the other, she walked straight over to him. He clearly thought his luck was in as he went to open his mouth to start talking whatever BS he was going to tell her. Emma didn't want to hear it. She placed the glass on the table, raised her right hand and slapped him.

As it connected to his left cheek Killian didn't even flinch. Instead he grabbed her hips as Emma grabbed his lapels. He groaned as he was pulled towards her waiting lips. It was like coming home.

Swiftly he changed their position so Emma was now pressed against the table.

Almost as soon as this happened she pushed him away. “What the fuck? You can't just go all radio silent on me, on any of us, and expect to pick up where we left off. That's not fair.”

Killian stepped away and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know and I will explain, but not here. But for now can I say how much I’ve missed you and how much I want to make up for lost time, Wendy?” he said, with a wink.

“Fine, but I've got a job to do and I've been in here a very long time. People will talk.”

Killian knew what he said next would hurt her, but he had to say it. “Well, I do have a reputation to keep up with.”

“Huh. Well, James, we can't have your sluts to think you've let me go unsatisfied can we?” With that she launched herself at him and kissed him, hard. Her tongue ran along the seam of his mouth begging for access. He readily granted it and the kiss turned heated.

As they dry humped, he moved his mouth from her lips down her neck towards her ample tits.

Once again Emma pulled away, smirking. “I better get back to the bar,” she said, breathlessly. “But I'll come by your apartment tonight and we'll talk.”

Killian nodded, mutely. He was too riled up to speak, wanting nothing more than to take Emma there and then, quick and dirty, bent over the pool table.

“Oh, and James?” Emma said using his pseudonym. “I'm so sorry to hear about your brother.”

Killian nodded, taking a swing of his rum. “Aye love, you and me both.”

At his apartment when they finally reconnected, she accidentally called him Sir. This made him impossibly hard. He liked it and insisted she call him that throughout their interlude and whenever they're together. He in turn called her Buttercup. “I'm going to need you to give me a safe word, love. I've not been with anyone since we were last together and hearing your voice was torturous.”

“But all the women who hang on to your every word, and some quite literally to your body?”

“We'll talk about that later, aye? Fuck now, talk after. Now give me that safe word, Buttercup, and hold on to something.”

Emma gave one to him, held on to the headboard, and braced herself for the onslaught. As soon as Killian’s mouth latched on to her clit and he sucked hard, Emma knew she'd made the right decision. She also knew that her plastic vibrating cock was never going to satisfy her ever again.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Killian looked up from between her legs and said, “No more toys for you, darling. You'll come to me for all your carnal desires and I'll see to them.”

Emma nodded.

“Use your words!” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir!”

“That's better. Now get up on your knees and face the headboard.” Killian licked her core before plunging his fingers deep into her. He felt her clench and he could tell she was close. He continued his ministrations until she squirted into his mouth. Killian drank like a man starved. “You taste divine, Darling.”

Still shaking, Emma collapsed on the bed beside him as Killian stripped. Taking a condom from his wallet he fitted it to his painfully firm dick. Emma smirked as she watched him ready himself, but Killian was in no mood for playfulness. He dragged her to the edge of the bed, chuckling when Emma let out a squeal of surprise. Bracing his legs against the side of the bed, Killian entered her with one hard thrust.

They both let out loud, guttural groans.

Before he gave her a chance to adapt to his long, girthy cock, Killian began thrusting. He was brutal and he didn't care. A part of him was broken now and he needed to fuck it out of him. He dared to take a glance down at her face. He was surprised to see she was enjoying herself.

“Just let go, Killian. I'm good.”

He snapped. Almost as quickly as he started he stopped. “You'll call me, Sir, Buttercup.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That's much better. Now I want to see those lovely tits bouncing as you ride me,” he demanded.

Emma moved out of the way as Killian climbed onto his bed, then pulled her into a deep and dirty kiss as she climbed onto his cock.

She began moving slowly and sensually, fully intending to drive him wild. Every so often she'd lean down to kiss him.

“Please, love. Do as I've asked? Please?” he begged.

Emma knew she'd won her Killian back when he'd started to beg, so she rewarded him by raising herself up on her haunches, planted her feet on either side of his toned thighs, braced her hands on his hips and started to bounce on his dick. She immediately saw his eyes glaze over.

“Fucking stunning, Darling. You, your body, your tits. You're bloody gorgeous love.”

She dropped back to her knees, feeling her orgasm draw close. She rocked faster with Killian's help. When she came, Emma screamed her release.

Killian roared as he followed immediately behind Emma's orgasm. He caught her as she collapsed onto him. Ever so gently, he rolled her off him. “Be right back, my love.”

Killian disposed of the used condom and brought back two wash cloths to clean themselves up with.

As they lay together in the afterglow, Emma couldn't help but comment, “So you've really not slept with anyone since we were last together?”

Killian laughed freely for the first time in months. “I've not been a saint, I did have a reputation to maintain, you have to know that?”

A pang of jealousy ran through Emma's veins.

“But, love, I couldn't bring myself to sleep with any of those skanks. I know I went dark, but I never forgot you, love.”

“Good.”

“You do realise that we still have a mission, and to do that I'm going to need to flirt with them. But I've a plan. I meant what I said about using the secret words, and you'll know I'm talking about you whenever I say the word, Buttercup.”

Emma nodded in understanding. She wanted to find out what happened to Liam, but now was not the time to ask.

~♡~

The following day when Emma arrived for her shift at the bar she couldn't see any of the men anywhere, just the petite blonde she'd seen Killian with his arms around yesterday, and another taller woman with black hair. She couldn't help but wonder how far Killian had taken it with the blonde when she heard the black haired woman laugh. Emma's head whipped around to look at the pair, and she had to rein in her feelings when the woman had the audacity to lick her lips and wink.

Putting on her best game face, Emma walked across to them. “Can I get you another drink?”

“I'm good for now,” Tink replied. “How about you, Tiger Lily?”

Tiger Lily assessed the newest member of the crew, her eyes roaming Emma's body in a way she found exposing.

“Nah, I'm all good too. I'll just powder my nose before the boys get back.”

“I'm telling you, James's only got eyes for this newbie now. You don't stand a chance,” Tink called out as Tiger Lily walked away.

Tiger Lily turned on the spot, winking in Emma's direction again. “A girl can have dreams.”

“As long as that's where they stay,” Emma commented under her breath.

She clearly wasn't quiet enough, however, since Tink turned on her seat smirking. “James never truly let go with any of us, you know that Wendy. And I know why. You two know each other don't you?”

Emma sensed that could trust this lady. “If I say yes, you can't tell a soul here. We need to keep it a secret.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Tink said, putting a cross across her heart with her finger.

“I hope it won't come to that, but thank you. Right, I better get back behind that bar, you know how picky the boss can be.”

Tink nodded. “Stay safe and please protect James's heart. He lost his way after his brother's shooting. But something tells me that you already have his heart secured and he yours.”

Emma nodded in silent acknowledgement before making her way back to the bar, just in time for the doors to open.

Killian couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Emma standing at the bar. She was barely wearing the outfit she'd chosen to wear today. It appeared to be a leather bra and mini skirt combo, which under normal conditions he'd appreciate but in this skanky biker bar? Not so much.

“Oy James, check out the new bar lass,” fellow former Brit and all round nuisance Will said at the top of his voice.

This made the other members of the gang take notice and they started saying some exceptionally crude comments that made Killian's blood boil. Before he could jeopardize the mission, he found himself breaking free of the group, walking towards the bar and pulling Emma away from it. “You're coming with me Wendy, darling. I think it must be time for your break.”

Ignoring the catcalls and jeers that sounded from the entire group of occupants in the bar, Emma followed Killian out to where he'd parked Hook. Silently she complied when he handed her a helmet, and climbed up behind Killian when he was ready for her. She shook with anticipation with what the plan was, but trusted Killian to keep them safe.

Emma felt the tension flooding through Killian and she figured she knew what had triggered it, but she wanted to have a bit of fun too before Killian told her what was up. So, reaching further round and down, she skimmed her hand down his abdomen towards his cock. She found it to be hard already.

“What the fuck? Are you trying to get us killed, love? I'm already so wound up after seeing you almost wearing those clothes. The last thing I need is you playing with me as I'm driving us somewhere secluded.” Killian shouted this over the roar of the bike's engine, but he knew Emma heard him when she moved her hand back up to his waist.

Eventually, Killian pulled off the road, slowly riding the bike into a wooded area. “None of the others ever come here so there's no chance of us being seen. Or you being heard, love, when you call out my name,” he chuckled darkly before swinging his legs off the bike.

Emma was just about to do the same when a firm hand stopped her. “Bloody hell! That scrap of fabric covering your nether regions isn't leaving a lot to the imagination. Was it your intention to drive me crazy with want every time you bent over?”

Emma nodded, but before she could open her mouth to say anything further Killian had planted a firm kiss to her lips and ran his fingers over her centre. There he found that the scrap of lace was now soaked with desire. “Christ Emma, you're dripping wet. Every time I get on this bike I'll only be able to smell you. I'll be hard as a rock!”

Emma smirked, feeling proud and powerful that she'd managed to bring this man, her colleague and owner of an alpha male alter ego, to a jibbering mess.

Killian soon regained his composure though, taking command once again. “Oh love, you'll pay for teasing me like this. Now swing your legs around and rest your back against the handlebars.”

Emma did so, her legs shaking with anticipation with what was going to happen.

“Worry not, darling. The bike is secure and you're in very good hands. Now relax and take your punishment like a good girl.”

Emma breathed deeply as Killian torturously slowly removed her lingerie, planting a feather light kiss on her core as he did. She watched, fascinated as he pocketed her panties and winked. It was the only warning she got before he dived in between her legs head first and lapped up her juices like a man who'd be walking the desert and needed to quench his thirst. When she came she almost blacked out, but was aware enough of Killian kissing her. He tasted of her and she found she craved more of it, pulling his lips deeper to her.

Pulling away from the dirtiest kiss of his life, Killian laughed again. “Oh darling, I'm not finished with you just yet.”

Stripping out of his leather pants and tight boxers, he gave his cock a few pumps. He was already painfully hard and he knew his lover was more than ready for him. Climbing onto the bike with Emma laid out in front of him like she was almost had him spilling his seed over the seat, but somehow he managed to restrain himself. He entered her at a controlled pace that set both of them on edge almost straight away. When he was fully balls deep, he took a gentle but firm grip of her hips, raised up slightly then started fucking her at a pace that he knew was going to make them both come quickly.

As he watched Emma's tits bouncing in the leather bra, her eyes bright with desire and lips calling out his real name, Killian knew he was done for. He felt his orgasm rolling through his body like a freight train and when Emma fingered her clit furiously, he knew she was right there with him. Emma's muscles rippled around his cock, the slick warm heat pulling the orgasm from him. Killian cried out like a man possessed.

As the shockwaves ran through their bodies, Emma sat up in Killian's lap. They shared tender kisses that were the perfect juxtaposition to the rough fucking. The story of their life they were currently living and one they needed to claw their way out of.

~♡~

After they caught their breaths, Killian handed Emma a bottle of water and told her to consume it. Putting his jacket down, Killian sat on it then pulled Emma down next to him. “I'll be keeping these, my love,” Killian whispered in Emma's ear. “They're positively indecent. The only person that gets to see that cunt and ass is me. Do you understand?”

“Killian,” Emma began, “if you keep them, how am I supposed to stay decent? Oh, and I have to say, you're really hot when you're commanding.”

“Really?” Killian replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. Now on our way back I want to drop by the tattoo parlour. I've had an idea that I want to get done.”

“Care to share?” Killian requested.

“You'll see soon enough. Now about me keeping myself decent?”

“Ah yes indeed.” Killian handed her his boxer briefs. “Wear these for now. But please when you're working and showing off those delightful legs, please can I request you wear underwear that keeps those bastards from peeking at your cunt.”

“Well, when you put it like that, yes I'll do it,” Emma said. Whilst she didn't usually let a man tell her what to do, this felt like a very different situation. She took the proffered briefs and donned them.

Looking across at Killian, she saw his eyes darken as lust overtook him once again. “You ok there?”

“Fucking hell, Emma. You're beautiful you know that, but my word you're hot wearing my undies.”

As Killian admitted his feelings to her, Emma noticed his dick becoming hard again and Emma offered to take care of it.

“I'll not have you on your knees in front of me like one of those cheap whores back at the bar.”

Realisation dawned on her and stray tears fell down her cheeks.

Killian kissed them away and suggested they do something he'd only ever do with her. He whispered his plan in her ear before kissing his way down her cheek to her neck.

Emma sighed, melting into his touch. “You know I love you and I do trust you, Killian.”

“And I you, Emma.”

Her heart stuttered at the sound of him using her given name, yet still she continued with what she needed to tell him. “Let me finish, please. I love you and trust you, but that, what you've just suggested, is something we need to build up to. That said, I'll not leave you riled up. Get up,” Emma commanded him.

“Fuck… has anyone told you you're hot when your issuing commands?”

Emma shook her head, biting her bottom lip.

“Well you are,” Killian replied, doing as he was told.

“Now get on your bike. I'm going to face away from you and ride you so every time you ride your bike you'll only ever think of me.”

“Oh, Nolan. I'm already done for given your scent is all over the seat. I'll be hard just looking at the damned thing now.”

Emma laughed. “Just get on it and prepare to be ridden, aye?”

“You may mock my accent, darling. But I'll have the last laugh when I make you see stars again.”

This time when they came together it was less frantic, but just as passionate as the previous times.

Killian groaned and couldn't help fondle Emma's arse, gently rubbing his thumb around her puckered hole. “Just imagine the day this is my cock instead of my thumb.”

“Oh fuck!” Emma moved with purpose, hands gripping the handlebars for balance. “So close, Killian.”

Thinking quickly he moved his fingers from her arse to her clit. Still slippery from their last coupling they glided rapidly over the engorged nerve. Emma shook in his arms, babbling incoherently. “That's it, my love, just let go.”

Her whole body tensed up before a burst of energy exploded throughout her limbs. Pinpricks of light shone behind her eyelids before she felt herself going limp. Emma was aware enough of a pair of strong arms catching her before she fell.

~♡~

As they redressed, they remained lost in their own thoughts until Emma cleared her throat.

“So that was…. intense”

“Aye, it was.”

“We should talk.”

“I've found that when a woman says that, I'm not in for a pleasant conversation.”

“On the contrary. I just think we've been in a very strange situation very early on in our relationship.”

“I agree, love. I was actually going to ask you out on a proper date when we get back home.”

“Sounds great. In that case, shall we wrap this whole thing up and go home?”

“Aye love. So, Nolan… care to share with me what tattoo you're thinking of?”

“Patience. Get me there and then I'll tell you.”

Killian growled, making Emma laugh.

They rode to the tattoo studio where Emma explained to the artist her idea. An hour or so later she was ready for the big reveal.

When Killian saw it, he was breathless. It was of a hook and a buttercup surrounded by an anchor, situated on the top edge of her left breast over her heart.

“This way whenever I have to wear these clothes you'll know I'm only thinking of you.”

Killian merely nodded, completely speechless.

~♡~

Back in Storybrooke, Graham leapt out of his seat and ran out of the evidence room ready to greet his boss.

“At ease, Officer,” David chuckled.

Graham was far from relaxed after what his colleagues had just put him through, but tried his best to calm his frayed nerves down.

“The DA’s office says we've enough evidence to issue a raid order. I would like to pull my daughter and Killian out before that happens. That boy has lost enough already.”

“Yes, Sir, leave that with me and I'll get the message to them. It'll be down to them how they execute the command to leave,” Graham told his boss. “I just really hope they remember our code for this,” he added under his breath, more to himself than to David.

David started making his way to the evidence room. “It's my turn for a quick shift before I head home and Robin takes over.”

Graham couldn't let him do that, knowing he'd see the stopped recording and start asking questions. “I honestly don't object to doing another hour or so. It'll give me time to send the message to them and collate the final bit of evidence from today. Why don't you go home early, see Mary Margaret and tell her the good news.”

David smiled gratefully at him. “Mary Margaret has really missed Emma, she could do with this boost that it's almost over. Thanks Graham, I'll not forget this.”

Graham just nodded his head, thinking that David wasn't the only Nolan who owed him a favour. He braced himself as he entered the room again, thankful that all he heard was the dull roar of the bike's engine. He hit record and started looking for where they'd written the extraction code down. Upon finding it he composed the message from the burner phone they used for check-ins. Firstly to Emma an innocuous message that could easily be passed off as a wrong number.

Unknown number: Your Granny has taken a turn for the worst and you're needed at home. Hope to see you soon.

Then to Killian, using the new number that Emma had managed to send him the number of, a slightly different but equally as innocent one.

Unknown number: Hey. Not seen you in ages. Hope you're ok. I would love to see you soon.

“You know what James, I've had it with your antics! You can't just ignore me after fucking me like you did,” Wendy shouted, drawing attention to them.

“Ah, Wendy,” James growled. “You knew what you were getting into when you started up with me. I should have known you'd be the clingy type. Always seeking attention and never quite satisfied with what you've got.”

“Fuck you, James. Fuck you! I'm out of here.” With that all said, Wendy stormed off, gathering her belongings and calmly explaining to the bar manager that she didn't think she could work there anymore.

Outside of the bar, Emma dropped her other persona, climbed onto her bike and put on her helmet. Then, with a roaring of the engine, she pulled her bike out of the parking lot and made her way back to Storybrooke. Emma wasn't the type to usually pray, but that day she offered up a prayer to any higher being that was listening to keep Killian safe and stop him being a martyr.

Meanwhile James ignored the pull to race after Wendy on his own bike. Instead, he went to sit with Tink, putting his arm around her.

“Are you for real? I'm no rebound girl, so you can get that out of your pretty little head. Go play some darts or something to get the testosterone down, then you and I are going to have a talk. Stupid, stupid man. Now get your hands off me before I do something you'll regret.” Tink took herself off to the restroom leaving James to simmer down. She was pissed for Wendy and the way James thought he could treat her and for the way he was going to fuck his way through the bar to get Wendy out of his system. Well she wasn't going to stand for it.

James was different from these other bastards. Tink saw that as soon as he and his brother walked into the bar. The day Barrie was killed she saw James turn dark, it was as if the reasons he had to live were taken away. But then Wendy came to work there and sparked something in him. Tink was not going to let him throw that chance for a happy ending away.

As she left the toilets, Tink bumped straight into James who caught her before she could topple over. “Oh darling, if you wanted to be back in my arms there was no need to stand on ceremony. How about we go back to the ladies and you can get on your knees for me again.”

James smirked as he watched Tink's eyes flash with anger. Then bracing himself for the slap he deserved he heard the crack before he felt her soft, small hand make contact with his face. “You need to go after her, James. That woman changed you and whatever you did to piss her off you should find her and make up for it. This,” she indicated to the bar area, “James, it's not the real you. I don't know who that is, but you need to work it out and get away from Gold and his men.”

James nodded. Their plan was working, but he did truly care for Tink. If he could help her out as well, he would. “You're right. Wendy did bring out the best in me. Maybe I should go and find her.”

“You really should. Get on your knees and grovel for forgiveness.”

James chuckled. “Maybe you and Belle should get out of here for a few days. Go to a spa or something. I know that Gold has her under protection in the hospital, but if anyone can get her out for a day or two it's you,” he winked at her.

She agreed, having visited her a few times since knowing it would be plausible to take her out for a little while. “Oh a spa weekend does sound good. Belle would love that. She misses him, you know. Your brother. We don't talk about him much for obvious reasons. I think getting out of there for a few days would be nice.”

“Ok then. I should thank you for slapping some sense into me, just don't ever do it around any of the others, yeah?”

Tink shook her head. “Whatever you say, James. Now go get your girl. I've got a spa weekend to plan and pack for.”

James kissed her cheek. “Take care, Tink”

“That sounds like you're not coming back.” Tink narrowed her eyes, studying the scruffy yet good looking man in front of her. “What aren't you telling me?”

Trying to remain impassive and not flinch under the scrutiny of Tink's discerning glare, he simply said, “Nothing. I've no idea what you mean.” James tried to feign a sense of innocence but he knew that Tink wasn't biting. “It's just if I do find Wendy I may take her away from here for a break too.”

Tink’s eyes narrowed trying to read him. “Fine. Well I hope you do find her. If you do, tell her I said you're an idiot. I hope our paths cross again one day.”

“Aye, love. Me too. See you around.” James gave her one last hug before walking away without looking back.

~♡~

Killian sped away from Underbrook as safely as he could without drawing attention to himself. He hoped he left enough hints for Tink to get her and Belle out of town before the operatives descended on the bar.

As he approached the Welcome to Storybrooke sign, Killian slowed, a wide grin spreading involuntarily across his face. There, sat on the edge of her bike waiting for him, was his love. His Emma. It had only been a few hours since he'd seen her but bloody hell she was a sight for sore eyes. Pulling up on his bike, he secured the stand, flung his helmet off, and dragged her into his arms. She willingly came, kissing him with abandon.

“I'm so sorry for anything I said today that may have hurt you,” Killian told her, still a little shaken by the whole scenario.

“You didn't, it's ok, Killian. Now come on, let's go home.”

Killian allowed Emma to lead the way, feeling the need to keep her in his sight.

They were soon pulling up to the station and both were glad to see the familiar streets and faces of Storybrooke again. The adrenaline was fading and Emma was looking forward to seeing her parents again. But as she looked in Killian's direction she saw his demeanor sag. Yes, she was actually going to see her family again, but the only family Killian had was killed in this mission. And if Emma was a betting person, she'd put money on the fact that this fact was setting in for him too.

As soon as she was able to, she took her helmet off, made her way to Killian and took him into her arms. As he'd also taken his helmet off, she was able to cradle his head as he let out the tears he'd been holding back.

Vaguely aware they were no longer alone, Killian wiped his face but kept Emma held close. “Dave,” he said as a way of greeting his boss.

Keeping up appearances, just in case anyone was watching, David ushered them into the station indicating to Graham and Robin that the bikes were to be hidden. Once they were all safely out of view, Emma ran into her father's arms. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hi Sweetheart. It's good to see you again. Both of you. Killian I'm sorry about Liam,” David said to them both, but looking sincerely towards Killian during the last sentiment.

“Thanks mate, but it wasn't your fault the wanker couldn't keep it in his pants.”

“Come now, you don't mean that,” David told him.

“Oh I do. Doesn't mean I don't miss him like hell though,” Killian admitted.

David nodded, having a fair idea of the grief journey Killian was likely traversing, having been on it himself when his twin, Jimmy, was killed in the line of duty.

“How's Mom?” Emma asked, sensing both men needed a change of subject.

“She's doing ok. Missed you of course,” David said to his daughter. “She'll want to see you in person soon. But before you leave the station, you'll need to also leave behind Wendy and James. We've already fabricated an ending for them.”

“Sounds intriguing?” Killian commented.

“Hmmm, let's just say after being trapped in a burning building that sadly the responders couldn't reach in time meant they wouldn't live to tell many tales.”

“Ok, so I'm guessing you need the clothes we were last seen in.”

“Yes, and you'll need to lay low for a while, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I don't expect either of you back at work for two weeks and even then it's policy to be on desk duty for a couple of weeks.”

They both started to grumble about how unfair it was.

David chose to ignore them and asked to have a private conversation with Killian. As he walked away not waiting for an answer, he knew that Killian was following him. A wry smile across his face. He'd missed the man dearly, but he knew things would change between them now that he was in a relationship with his daughter. It was now time for ‘the talk’. He led Killian into his office and invited him to take a seat. “I wanted to thank you for taking care of Emma despite everything that took place. Mary Margaret and I are truly thankful for that. But I need to know, moving forward, just how serious are you about her?”

Killian stared at his friend, boss, and father of his girlfriend, trying to work out which one he needed to appease. “David, I'm deadly serious about Emma. I know everything about her past and I wouldn't mess with her. But as for our future? Well, that's as much up to her as it is me.”

David smiled and Killian let out a breath he'd not realised he'd been holding. “Good answer. I do need you to do one immediate thing, though, and that is to keep her and yourself safe just a little while longer whilst we wrap up this investigation. I know you've both just come back, but take her away for the weekend and treat her to a proper relaxing spa or something.”

Killian chuckled, raising his eyebrow. “Aye mate, I think I can do that.”

David slapped him on his back. “I knew I could trust you. Now let's put her out of her misery, get you out of those ‘James’ clothes, and off to see Mary Margaret for a proper home cooked meal.”

Killian left David in his office to go change. As he walked along the precinct corridor he saw Emma leaving the ladies’ toilets having already done the same. He smiled coyly at her, making his way towards her. “You look lovely, Emma.”

Emma wore blue skinny jeans, a simple red T-shirt, and ankle boots. “Thanks. It feels good getting back into my own stuff,” she replied before rising up to kiss him chastely on his cheek.

Together they set off in the direction of the men's loos for Killian to get changed. However on their way they bumped into Graham who flushed a deep shade of red.

Avoiding eye contact with his colleagues, a beet red Graham greeted the returning pair. “Err, great to have you both back. Jones, truly I'm sorry about Liam, he was a good man.”

“Thank you. You ok though? You look flushed,” Killian commented.

“Yeah. Look, can I have a chat with the two of you?” Graham asked.

Emma looked at her colleague with concern. “Yes of course. Lead the way.”

They entered the nearest room to them, which happened to be the evidence room, in silence.

Graham stood facing the pair, barely able to look them in the eye. “Look, you both know that I'm far from a prude,” he began, “but what you've both put me through in the last few weeks has really tested me.”

It dawned on Killian and Emma that each time they fucked, they'd both been wearing their hidden mics. Attached to jewelery, those stayed on whilst they took everything else off.

“Yeah… Now you understand my dilemma. David knows nothing of what went on. I made sure nothing was recorded. You both owe me for that, by the way.”

“Aye, we certainly do. Thanks mate.”

Graham nodded. “We'll never speak of this again. Now go get changed.”

Killian did so, leaving Emma with their colleague. “You like him don't you, Nolan?”

“More than I ever have with any of my other boyfriends. Sorry Graham.”

“Never apologise for being happy. You deserve it. Just know though that if he hurts you he'll have me to answer to.”

Emma hugged her friend gratefully, laughing when Killian walked in on them with a shocked look on his face. “Come on babe, let's go. I'll explain on the way.”

On the way to her parents house, Emma told Killian that she and Graham had dated briefly in high school but decided they were better off as friends.

Killian realised there was still so much to find out about each other, but now that the case was drawing to a close, he wanted to do just that. He was in this for the long haul. He just hoped she was too; they'd not really had much time to discuss future plans after all.

“Hey, Killian. I've decided to stick around. After our enforced break, my dad's offered me a job permanently with the team. I know we've not really talked about it, but I'd like to see where this goes. You know, me and you when we're not trying to bring down the mob.”

“Oh, Emma, my love. I'd love that. We do make a great team.”

She laughed freely for the first time in months as he leaned over to place a kiss on her lips.

The dinner was bittersweet. Mary Margaret fussed over her daughter and Killian, pleased that they were back safe and well. She, like everyone else, had been devastated when she'd heard about Liam's murder. But Killian had made it clear he didn't want to talk about it that evening, so respecting his wishes, she continued as she would with any other dinner party.

It was only when Emma went to pack her bag again that the mood changed. “I'm coming back, Mom. This time for good. Now that I've met Killian, I never want to leave again.”

Her parents and Killian exchanged glances with one other. They'd all picked up on the same thing. Emma Nolan, the perpetual runaway, was settling down. Yet none of them said a word to her.

“Thank you for this lovely meal, Mrs. Nolan,” Killian said, kissing her hand.

“Please call me Mary Margaret. I've a funny feeling I'll be seeing you more often now,” she told him, acknowledging his closeness to Emma.

He nodded.

David brought him in for a hug, patting him on the back. “Keep her safe. And yourself, we're not out of the woods yet.”

“Aye. You've got it boss.”

After saying his goodbyes to Emma, David ushered them out of the house. “I've arranged for a taxi to take you to the Spa tonight.”

Emma and Killian noticed that it wasn't just any taxi driver but rather one of their colleagues that was undercover. They guessed that other operators would be there too to make sure they were safe.

And so with a final farewell they set off for Middlemist Hotel and Spa.

~♡~

Meanwhile back at the station, Robin submitted the final bit of evidence to the DAs office. Once Regina gave the final go ahead the SWAT team descended. He laughed as he heard the screams and chaos unfold.

David had made it back to his office just in time to listen in on Gold's arrest. It was with joy when they realised it was going wrong and the team pulled the trigger, shooting him dead.

“Would we class this as a success?” Robin asked his boss.

David thought about it for a moment before answering. “Come take a seat Robin.”

Pulling up a chair opposite the older man, Robin made himself comfortable.

“The thing you need to realise about men like Gold is this. Society, even if they do end up in prison, would never truly be free of them. They're corrupt and they corrupt the people around them. Would I have wanted justice for Liam? Yes, of course. Would Liam want this outcome? You know he would because this is the better one.” David let his words sink in before continuing. “We'll always have the small-time criminals to contend with. But the Golds of the world are better off dead.”

“Well said boss!”

David nodded in acknowledgement. “Right, I think you've worked hard on this case. Thank you for that by the way. You deserve a few days of downtime. I don't expect you in for the rest of the week. Go ask the DA out on a date or something.”

Robin sat gobsmacked at the idea of someone like him even approaching Regina.

David laughed. “Just go.”

~♡~

Misthaven Spa was everything you'd expect: calm, private and the perfect sanctuary to recover. Soft music played throughout, which after the months of tension, heartache, and violence was precisely what Emma and Killian needed to recalibrate.

They booked in for a couples massage, initially opting for the full Champagne package.

“We should talk,” Emma told Killian as they walked through the woodland path towards the lake.

He cocked an eyebrow. “In my experience when a woman says that I'm never in for a pleasant conversation. But, given what we've been through I agree, we do need to talk.”

They found a quiet spot overlooking the lake and sat in silence for a while until one of them found the courage to start.

“I want to start by telling you I love you, Jones.”

“And I you, Nolan,” he replied. It wasn't lost on him that she was keeping things light, impersonal almost by the use of his surname.

“Even though I knew you were playing a role, it still hurt knowing how many of those bar skanks you had to be with to gather intel. I know you've assured me that you never slept with any of them, but it still stung.”

Killian knew when he allowed himself to go all in with the ruse of the bad boy James persona there would be consequences, but to see the devastation in Emma's eyes broke him. “Emma, it would be crass of me just to apologise now saying that I'm sorry I hurt you. I was lost and focused solely on one thing; avenging Liam. I didn't stop to think. When I saw you again not only did you save me physically, but emotionally.”

Taking hold of her boyfriend's hand, Emma laced their fingers together. “I meant what I said back in Storybrooke, I do want to give this relationship a real chance. However, I think you need to see a counselor when we return. You've been through a traumatic experience and need to talk about it with a professional.”

“We will get through this, my love. I have it on good authority that I'm an idiot so that's something to work on,” Killian admitted explaining to her that before he left, Tink slapped some sense into him, literally.

“A woman after my own heart. Just as long as she doesn't go after you again. But in all seriousness, I choose to see the best in you, Killian.” Emma leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could deepen it. “Come on, Jones. We've got a massage to get to, then afterwards I'm all yours.

Walking away with a wink and a sway to her step, Emma laughed loudly at Killian's groan and mutterings.

“Keep that up, love and you'll have our lovely colleagues having to arrest me for indecent exposure.”

The massage was everything that Emma hoped it would be. Having been greeted with a glass of Champagne, the couple were given a chance to enjoy it before the hot stone massage they'd opted to have. During this time they basked in the much needed quiet.

Later that evening, fully relaxed and well on their way to being healed, Killian and Emma were enjoying their evening meal when the waiter came over with a bottle of champagne for them. Attached was a note: ‘Good form prevailed. Your brother would have been proud.’

“It's from the two ladies sitting at the corner table,” Pierre, their server, explained to them.

Both Killian and Emma turned to look, curious as to who'd sent the bottle across. Afterall, the only people who knew their whereabouts were her family and a handful of work colleagues.

“Killian, how did they know…?” Emma began to ask at the same time as Killian started to explain.

“Thank God she took the hint. He loved her, Emma. I couldn't allow Belle to get caught up in things.”

“And Tink?” Emma asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her tone.

“Emma Nolan, it's you I love,” Killian reminded her. “Tink is a good person who got caught up in a bad thing. I think she'd be good for the case, though, if you'd be willing to work with her.”

Emma nodded. “I'm curious about one thing though. Do they suspect we were undercover?”

As relaxing piano music played in the background, Killian clicked his fingers to summon the waiter across to their table again.

Emma rolled her eyes. “If we're to continue this relationship please don't ever do that again. It's obnoxious behaviour and I don't do that sort of thing.”

Killian was sorry, but Pierre approached nevertheless so he asked him to thank the ladies for their gift and to ask them if they could arrange to join them.

Tink and Belle were thrilled to see them again, especially when it was explained what had been going on.

“I knew you and your brother were different,” Belle said. “It's what drew me to him. I only wish we had more time together and I got to know who Liam was as Liam and not Barrie.”

“The whole Gold family was toxic and they deserve anything they had coming to them,” Emma seethed.

Tink looked at her with great empathy. “I thought I recognised you when you first arrived at the bar but I didn't like to assume. You're Neal’s ex.” Not a question, but a statement of fact. One that made Tink feel even more guilty than she already did.

“That bastard didn't know what a good thing he had, did he?! At least this one seems to have come to his senses. I can only apologise for my part in any hurt you felt when you realised what happened.”

Emma didn't quite know what to say. “Thank you. It was all part of the ruse though wasn't it? Besides, I think I got my own back didn't I?”

“Aye, the less said about that the better. I still rather not think about how much of your body the others could see,” Killian muttered.

Both Tink and Emma rolled their eyes, making him groan. “I'm going to regret getting you to team up, aren't I?”

Emma shrugged. “Maybe?” she said with a wink.

~♡~

Returning to Storybrooke, Killian and Emma promised each other one thing: to slow things down whilst still putting each other first.

“I'm in this for the long haul, Emma my love, I assure you of that. But we had such an intense beginning to our relationship. If you'd allow me to, I'd really like to court you.”

“I'd like that too,” Emma agreed.

After everything they'd both been through they were spending time seeing a counselor. Talking through therapy really helped clarify what it was they both wanted out of life. One thing was very clear. They still wanted each other.

~♡~

With the evidence that Belle and Tink were able to give, the trial ended up being relatively straightforward.

Whilst Gold had been killed during the arrest, his right hand man Rufus folded like a pack of card houses. Singing like a canary in a coalmine, he was able to tell the police where the bodies were buried, drugs were hidden, and weapons were stashed.

Even though he talked, he still got a heavy duty prison sentence for his part in the murder of an officer of the law.

~♡~

Six months later Killian stood at the edge of Liam's grave, holding the ring box he found when he went through his belongings. Inside it was their mother's engagement ring. “I know this would have gone to the person you truly fell in love with, Lee.” He wiped a stray tear away. “One day when the time is right I'll ask her, you know. I love her so much, but I'm not sure she's ready yet. Soon though. Goodbye brother.”

It was a bright sunny day so he'd walked to Storybrooke Cemetery, arranging to meet Emma at Granny's afterwards. As he walked back through the quiet town, he revelled in its beauty: the tree lined streets, the sounds of the water from the nearby harbour, but most of all its people. He stopped and really appreciated this, just as Dr. Hopper had advised him to.

As he did he noticed Emma chatting with Tink. Over the months their bond had grown into a strong friendship. He smiled to himself at the memories they'd already created since her move to the town. Feeling ready to approach the pair, he ventured across the road.

“Shall we?” Killian asked them, holding the door to Granny's open for them.

Tink entered first with a whispered, “Go for it,” as she went.

Before Emma could go any further, Killian guided her to one of the outside tables. “Do you recall we first met just near here? I couldn't take my eyes off you.”

“Hmm,” Emma's eyes sparkled with mirth. “I seem to recall it was my ass you couldn't take your eyes off. But then again I was the same so I was just as bad.”

“Too right,” he laughed. “But then I had the chance to get to know you. We may have had an unconventional start to our relationship, one that brought heartache and tested our love for one another. But we got through it stronger and, I think, more in love.”

Emma nodded. “I do love you, Killian.” She had a good feeling she knew where this speech was headed and, thanks to her chats with Archie, felt at peace with how she would answer. Afterall, she had a little surprise for him too.

Now down on one knee, Killian took Emma's left hand. “Emma Nolan, we make an excellent team. Will you please be my partner in life, love, and friendship? Will you marry me?”

“Oh Killian. I will on one condition. Will you, Killian Jones, be the best father to this magic bean we've created? I'm pregnant.”

“For real?”

“Yes Killian. And yes, I would love to be your wife. I love you.”

“I love you too, so very much. And you,” Killian said to his fiancée’s stomach.

Through their tears of joy their lips connected in a chaste, loving kiss. Savoring the moment of calm before telling their friends and her family their joyous news.