**AKA: bdevereaux** Lover of anything Golden Girls and "The Men of Blanche's Boudoir" calendar. Deckerstar was my first love, but Captain Swan has taken my heart to Storybrooke!
Hello, friends! After a year and some change, I’m finally back with the conclusion to “An Offer She Can’t Refuse.”
I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 3
As soon as he cracked his eyes open the next morning, Killian knew she was gone. With a frustrated groan, he glared up at the stucco ceiling and flipped over onto his stomach, pressing his face into her pillow and feeling like a fool.
Really, he should have expected this from the beginning. Knowing Emma, her heat had probably finished sometime in the early hours that morning, she took a look at where she was, and who she was with, and bolted.
It’s not like she would go to me as a first choice, he thought to himself. And so Killian closed his eyes, allowing him to feel the hurt and the anguish and the pain, until he stuffed them back down into the part of his brain, where he’d stored all of his worst thoughts about himself for so many years.
And it did hurt, a lot. He knew, deep in his gut, that they were supposed to be together. Her shell of self-protection might be too tough to crack, though. For him, Emma Swan – her laugh, the intoxicating sweet scent that he would be able to pick out blindfolded – would always be his ideal. Now that he had had the chance to actually be with her physically, Killian felt like he’d been granted access to heaven for three glorious days. How could any other woman compare?
Pathetically, he hoped that one day they could still be friends.
When he finally set foot back inside the dorms, the clean, familiarly blank scent in the air confirmed that the filtration system was running smoothly. It was almost as if the past three days had been neutralized as well, leaving only a possibly ruined friendship in its wake.
“Jones? Where the hell have you been?” David asked, concerned etched on his face as Killian entered their room, aggressively tossing his backpack onto his bed.
He narrowed his eyes at David’s suspicious tone, hackles raised. The other man clearly knew something, probably from Emma herself.
“Did you not get the update from your girlfriend?” Killian sneered, unable to resist recklessly channeling all of his pain and anger toward his roommate. “After she got what she wanted, Emma chewed me up and spat me out! Well, I don’t want to talk about it, and I’ll know that you're lying if you tell me otherwise…”
David’s surprise quickly morphed into hostility, and he rose from his computer desk. “What exactly are you accusing me of? Are you gonna cry because a woman finally rejected you? That’s why you don’t fuck around with your friends!” he roared back, forcefully pushing Killian in the chest.
“She needed it– she begged for it, Dave. What kind of a self-respecting Alpha would I be if I said no? It doesn’t matter if it’s your best friend or a complete stranger, right? You’ve got some experience with that yourself, don’t you, eh?” he said crudely, shoving David back as soon as he regained his footing.
“What the hell does that mean? If you want me to kick your ass, say one more thing about Mary Margaret…” David replied in a growl, putting his fists up.
Killian laughed, ready to hit something, preferably David’s face. “Listen, I’m done with every Omega at this school, especially Emma Swan. I’m not the simpering asshole she seems to think I am, and she can come apologize to me if she wants to go back to being ‘just friends.’” he sneered, building a wall of his own ego around his fragile heart.
David put his fists down, hands angrily balled at his sides.
“Fuck you, Jones. If you don’t have enough sense to fight for Emma, then you don’t deserve her!” David thundered, hurling the door open and slamming it shut behind him so hard that the wood nearly cracked off the hinges.
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About an hour later, after he had cooled down from his argument with David, Killian heard a hesitant knock on the door. Hoping it was Emma, but unsure, he got up to open it. There she was, standing awkwardly in front of him, shoving her hands in and out of her pockets.
“Killian, I came by to apologize. My leaving wasn’t your fault. I was a coward, so I’ll understand if—” Emma began, but he cut her off, shaking his head.
“No, you don’t get to do that— slink off like everything has been said. I was hurt that you’d left without a trace, and I let that morph into anger. A man’s ego is a fragile thing, Swan…but I want to be a better person than that,” he told her, his blue eyes locked on hers with a penetrating gaze.
Taking a deep breath, he continued.
“Emma. The truth is, I care deeply for you. I have since the first day we met, so when you said that friendship was all you desired, I made my peace with that. But after what we shared last week, I knew that watching from the sidelines would never be enough.”
Killian looked away as soon as Emma did, color rushing to his cheeks. He readied himself for rejection: that speech, no matter how inauthentic it would sound about another woman, would definitely have anyone else melting in my arms, he thought to himself, barely suppressing a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” he heard a small voice say, and he looked back at Emma, whose eyes were glittering with what looked like tears.
“Nothing, love. I’ve said my piece, and now I’ll give you your space. Hold on, why are you crying?” he asked her cautiously, furrowing his brow.
“I’m not crying, you idiot, I’m just emotional over what you said– there’s a difference!” Emma replied with a watery chuckle, raking her fingers through her hair.
Killian decided to throw caution to the wind.
“And what was it that I said? I want to know so that I can say it again,” he told her, summoning up his most rakish grin.
Emma rolled her eyes, but he knew from the way she blushed that things would be ok for them— maybe even better than ok. She hadn’t spurned him, and she hadn’t stormed out.
“Killian, I care about you too. I cared so much after our…um, time together last week that I freaked out. Big emotions are tough for me, you know that,” Emma admitted, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets.
“I do know that, Swan. I think that’s why we’ve worked so well as friends— we’re both godawful at expressing our feelings,” he began, drawing a few steps closer to her. Emma looked at him with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights, but he wasn’t going to be put off by that anymore.
“Emma, I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never shared with anyone else before,” he murmured, close enough now that he could tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She was so attuned to him that she gasped at the innocent contact, making him smile.
“Being with you was the most intimate I’ve ever been, with anybody. I don’t want to go back to the way things were before, and I don’t want anyone else in my bed but you.”
Terrifyingly, Emma was silent, her gaze dropping away from his and going to the floor. Killian felt like his heart was pounding loud enough for her to hear, and that humiliation was imminent.
“Emma, I’m—” he began, but she looked back up, a huge smile lighting up her face. She flung herself forward into his arms, pressing her lips to his, kissing him with what felt like years of pent-up emotion. Then, she pulled away, almost reluctantly.
“I don’t wanna talk. I mean, I know we have a lot to say to each other, but not right now. Just kiss me, ok?” she said breathlessly, tearing off her jacket. Killian barely had time to agree before she nearly jumped into his arms, the force of her excitement knocking them over onto his bed. Clothes were shed quickly, and soon enough he was hovering over her, admiring her golden hair as it spilled out over his pillow.
After one more searing kiss, he rose up, sitting back on his heels as he stroked his hands down her thighs. Emma shivered violently under his touch, as a rush of slick coated her inner thighs from the fairly innocent gesture.
“Oh Killian, please do that again,” Emma sighed, opening her knees wider. Surprised, he let his hands glide from the tops of her thighs all the way down to her knees, watching rapturously as she thrashed beneath him. Every attempt she made to raise her pelvis, to seek him out, was caught by Killian’s firm but gentle grip as he grounded her to the mattress.
“Do you think you could come just from this, love?” he asked, breathing harshly, as it was taking every ounce of his self control not to sheath himself inside her pulsing cunt.
“I…I’m not sure,” she admitted, opening her eyes as she reached up, grabbing the hair on the back of his head to smash her lips against his.
Emma’s kiss was electric and confident, and it made him thank whatever higher power existed in the universe that she’d given him another chance. When she finally tore her lips away, he felt dizzy with anticipation.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” she commanded, grabbing the nearest pillow and shoving it under her ass. Killian’s eyes lit up with amusement at her take-charge attitude, but he was soon distracted by a small warm hand shooting out to stroke his rock-hard length.
“As you wish, Emma, always,” he purred, and without another thought, he plunged in, savoring the feeling of being inside of her again.
They matched each other stroke for stroke, and as the room filled with the sounds of their frantic coupling, Killian realized that it was her first time fucking him with a clear head. She was choosing him, and not out of any desperation.
He was determined to make it last as long as possible, so after a few more thrusts, he rolled them so that Emma was on top, her long hair surrounding them like a curtain. She yelped in surprise, but quickly gained control, setting her own rhythm as she clutched at his chest.
“I seem to remember liking this view of you in particular,” he teased, reaching up to gather her hair with one hand while kissing up the long column of her neck.
“Is that so?” Emma asked breathlessly, moaning as he hit a spot deep inside of her, pinpointing it so he could press up into her as many times as he could. “Fuck, yes… keep going right there, please!”
From the way her inner muscles fluttered against him, he could tell that it wouldn’t be too much longer before she came, so he kept his pace brisk, giving her exactly what she needed. Moments later, Emma exploded, shouting his name as she clamped down like a vise, spasming multiple times. He’d felt it during her heat too, but never with anyone else.
“So fucking tight you are, Emma…so gorgeous when you come,” he praised, murmuring in her ear as she came back to herself, dazed and sated.
“You’re the gorgeous one,” she mumbled, “all of the girls on my floor talk about you like a sex god.”
“And what, pray tell, would you tell them after all of this time we’ve spent together?” Killian asked her playfully, nudging his erection against her inner thigh.
“Hmm…well, I’d definitely mention your impressive stamina,” she quipped, pumping her hand up and down his shaft.
“And then I’d tell them that they’d never find out for themselves because you’re MY Alpha,”
The sound of those words coming out of her mouth set Killian’s libido on fire. Quicker than lightning, he flipped her over on the mattress.
“If I’m your Alpha, that makes you my Omega, does it not?” Killian thundered, using a tone that their kind referred to as uniquely Alpha. While it may have been used in the past to force Omegas to submit, contemporary couples used it to spice up bedroom play.
“Yes!” she squeaked with delight, lifting herself up to hands and knees.
“Then present for your Alpha,” he ordered, slapping her on the ass. Immediately, she knelt, pressing her chest down as she sank further back onto her heels.
“Is this what you wanted, Alpha?” she asked sweetly, playing along with the game, which was about mutual consent rather than domination.
“Bloody perfect,” he growled, easing himself into her channel inch by inch, trying to prolong the moment they gave themselves to each other.
They were both so keyed up, emotionally and physically, from the events of the day that Emma cried out almost immediately, unable to stave off a powerful orgasm. Killian held on, pumping into her with determination to satisfy her as much as he could.
“I want your knot, and if you’re really an Alpha, you’ll give it to me,” Emma faux-jeered from below, all a part of the game.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” Killian bit out, watching as drops of his sweat beaded on her back.
“You fucking know it!” she shouted, clenching down on him as encouragement. It was an almost primal moment, the two of them acting on instinct instead of emotions; and moments later, he was coming, locking their bodies together as streams of cum filled her womb.
It took awhile for them both to come back to Earth, floating in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Killian felt her sigh contentedly, burrowing a bit closer as he covered them in his downy comforter.
“I’m so glad it’s you, Killian,” Emma told him sleepily, looking back so she could kiss him one last time. He smiled into her neck, gathering her into his arms with a feeling of completeness and affection.
The baby bag, which had begun to feel like another family member to Emma and himself ever since they had received it as a gift from Ruby, always filled to the brim with toddler approved snacks- I think those are meant to be given to Hope, Swan- which Emma had delighted in stealing- I’ve told you, toddler snacks and Emma snacks are the same thing, babe- lay toppled at Killian’s feet, having tumbled down from where he had tossed it haphazardly before they set sail from the small harbour only moments before, and when he knelt to retrieve it, Hope teary faced and reaching for him, something crinkled from the one of the outermost pockets.
At the familiar noise, Emma sat up from her place against the wall, Hope having crawled into her lap the moment she had sunk to the floor, eyes suddenly clear as she whispered exaggeratedly slowly at him- is that a fruit snack?- as if their children wouldn't be interested in what she was saying when the word ‘snack’ was involved if she said it slowly enough.
Hope cried again, her face scrunched in annoyance hands grabbing towards him- come here, little lovie, that was scary, I know, I’m sorry- whispering a broken plea for snacks against his neck, her curls tickling the skin on his throat, her speech less pronounced, softened as it had been when she was so much younger.
Emma shuffled Liam into her vacated lap, plucking the boy gently from where he’d been laying against her thigh, happily chewing on the corner of the rug- oh, baby, no, that’s yucky- and reached into the bag, eyes wide with excitement.
A veil of memory swam before Killian’s eyes, cool and refreshing, soft around the edges as the tension which had carried them away from the curse of Camelot cleared like morning fog from a lake, a memory of Emma several months earlier, pregnant in their Storybrooke kitchen, a scowl on her lovely face.
“Can you put this somewhere?” Emma had huffed in annoyance, handing him the bag of generic brand sour soothers- they’re better than the big famous ones, babe- her third that week if he’d been keeping track properly, which, he knew, he probably hadn’t been.
“Where shall I put them, then, love?”
“Somewhere I can’t get them, I’m obsessed. It has to stop.”
He privately agreed, but two pregnancies had taught him that honesty wasn’t always the best course of action, and he took the package from her outstretched hand- you’re a pirate, you have to be good at hiding treasure- raising an eyebrow.
“I might not have to hide them, Swan…”
“What do you-” she didn’t get to finish the remainder of her question as his smile widened in mischief and he dropped the package at her feet, her belly ensuring the task of retrieving the treats nearly impossible- if you can get them, then you’ve earned them, love.
Hello lovelies! I think we all owe a HUGE thanks to @donteattheappleshook for making sure I stayed on track for this long overdue chapter ♥️
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“So,” Emma said over a mouthful of toast- would you like some bread with your honey, love?- Hope lying at her feet under the table, happily singing old tavern songs Emma pretended not to hear. “Let me get this straight.”
The Knights has called a Round Table, Emma snorting into her tea as the paige delivered the request for Killian’s presence- it’s just just such a wonderful use of corporate jargon, that’s all- to discuss the future of the kingdom, and to catch the new king up on anything and everything they felt he needed to know.
Which was practically everything, much to his chagrin.
“No one knows where Arthur is.”
“Correct.”
“No one knows what happened to Merlin.”
“Correct.”
“No one has seen or heard from Lancelot in ‘they can’t remember how long’.”
“Correct again, love.”
A small hand appeared beside Killian’s elbow and he leaned down to nip gently at the wiggling fingers, the hand disappeared at the same time as Hope’s manic giggling broke the comfortable quiet from beneath the wooden frame before her small hand reappeared, trying again. Killian smiled and pressed a slice of apple into her waiting palm- what do we say, lovie?- and her voice floated up to them amid the crunching of her treat- t’anks, daddy.
Emma grinned wickedly at him for a moment and he narrowed his eyes at her- no, Swan, don’t- before she flicked her hair, correcting him as she usually did- Jones- and tucking the inevitable daddy comment away for future yielding.
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I started to hide my feelings in the tags like a normal person and tumblr rudely said I was maxed out on tags so I guess I have to write it here for all to see.
Anyway the difference between these two proposals is something I’m going to think about for a while. Because I get that the first version is bad. I get it. But I just appreciate so much that she literally bounds down the stairs to him when he gets home. And she’s like okay WOW you smell like booze, and she hasn’t seen him all day because he’s been holed up by himself just getting blitzed. But she ignores all of that because she’s just SO HAPPY she found this ring (as she was snooping through his things lolol) and she knows the ring is for her. And she just cannot contain her elation and just has to say yes to this man right now, right this instant, where is he, is he home yet. Just immediately, before the poor man can even ask the question.
Like???? I love her for that??? Can we please take a moment to compare this woman here to the prickly princess from season one? or two? Or three, even? This is the same woman who held him at arms’ length for so long because she was scared of getting hurt, scared of opening up too much and losing him. And gradually, with each little bit she let him in, he has become someone who is so incredibly important to her, someone vital to her happiness.
He’s the one who got her first dance at her first ball. The one who followed her through time. The one who gave up his ship for her. The one who found her and saved her. The one who died for her, in this universe and another. The man she turned into a monster to save, then went to hell to try to save again. She loves him so much that she literally can’t help herself; she finds this ring in with his things, and she can’t pretend she hasn’t seen it. She has to be engaged to him right then, right now, no waiting. Emma Swan is impatient when it comes to her man and girl, I get it!
And he really was going to tell her about David’s father, bless his heart. But can we blame him for not wanting to ruin this sweet, vulnerable moment for Emma? Like, this girl has got it bad by now.
And then there’s the second proposal. Which, man, I just love the two lined up side by side, and you can see how disheveled he is, and how there’s literally a bloody gash on his head. But by God, he’s going to do this now, right bloody now, he will ask this woman to marry him before someone else tries to kill him, and he’s going to do it right.
I find it so interesting too that in the first proposal, he’s down on one knee, but she pulls him up to her. In the second, she drops down to his level. There’s some symbolism there my brain is trying to unpack. It’s almost like the first time around, she’s kind of forcing him into this ideal moment that means something to her, but that he wasn’t ready for. Emma pulling Killian back up to her seems to symbolize that the moment was about her and her alone, unbeknownst to Emma. He was ready to marry her, obviously, but he wasn’t ready to propose to her the way he wanted to. (Because, you know, he had a murder to confess to, big yikes.)
But in the second one, she drops down to him, as if to say, “I see you for who you are and I accept you. I am meeting you where you are, and I love you, and yes, I will marry you still.” And that’s beautiful, really. You can see in the first proposal, just in his face, this moment is clearly for Emma. He is putting aside what he was planning to tell her and is choosing instead to prolong this happiness for her. He literally doesn’t have it in him to ruin this moment for her. (And later, thankfully, she comes to understand that.)
But in the second proposal, ah! This one’s for Killian. It’s not the ideal moment, because he narrowly escaped death yet again (then again maybe it is just very fitting for him lolol), but by God, he’s going to ask this woman to be his wife the right way even if it kills him. All secrets are out on the table now. He tells her she can be sure that he will always, always be by her side, and then he drops down on one knee and he asks her to be his wife. And Emma! She drops down to him, looks him in the eye and makes him wait a solid handful of seconds before she says yes. She waits that extra time to look at him, really see him, and make sure he sees her, and she tells him yes, she’ll marry him.
Both of these are so so precious to me. I know the first one was awful for Killian, but man, it was so special to see Emma so ready to say yes to him. No fear, no hesitation, no freakout moment. Just jumping in feet first, an absolute yes. And in the second one we get to see Killian lay it all out there for her. She knows the man he was, the man he is, and the mistakes he’s still capable of making. But she also knows how he’ll always, always fight for her, even at the expense of his own life, if needed. His devotion to her is completely unparalleled (and hers to him, as well). And she’s still happy to tell him yes.
Hello Shipmates! I tried watching this movie, but I didn’t make it all the way through— too scary! I must’ve missed this second shot, because HOLY HELL, sexy confessional!
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