You'll find a little of everything here, but I mainly blog about Colin O'Donoghue, Jennifer Morrison and Captain Swan. There's also some Matthew Goode, Joe Dempsie, my love for European royals and all things Supernatural.
Here is where you can find a complete list of everything I’ve written, with links to their locations. I hope you enjoy each of them.
Royal Realities Series.
Read All About It - available on AO3 and FFN
Using Twitter to ask an actual princess on a date may not have been Killian’s best idea… until it was.
COMPLETE
Rule The World - available on AO3 and FFN
Sequel to Read All About It.
A royal wedding was certainly not what Killian had planned when he asked an actual princess out on a date, using Twitter.
COMPLETE
Reputation - available on AO3 and FFN
Now that he’s married to an actual princess, His Royal Highness, Killian Jones, The Duke of Kensington, needs to figure out how to balance his passion for acting, with his new royal duties, and making time for his beloved wife.
Part 3 of the Royal Realities Series.
Outtakes - available on AO3 and FFN
One/Two/Three Shots.
Thawing Out - available on AO3 and FFN
There are a lot of things in his life that David doesn’t like, but has learned to tolerate for the sake of his family’s happiness.
Captain Hook is not one of them.
Canon compliant piece based on David and Hook’s attempts to free Emma from the ice cave during episode 4x02 - White Out.
COMPLETE One Shot
Exposure - available on AO3 and FFN
Supermodel Emma Swan had thought she’d seen it all. Eight years in the fashion industry could do that to a person. But she’d never seen anything like what Killian Jones had planned for her that afternoon.
COMPLETE Two Shot
Anamchara - available on AO3 and FFN
In the middle of a city center is a beautiful bronze statue of a woman. Legend states that she's the daughter of a local barley farmer, cursed by a jealous witch to spend eternity frozen as a statue – until the touch of her soulmate breaks the curse. It's been almost two-hundred-and-fifty years, and nobody's woken her… yet.
PRISM - available on AO3 and FFN
Emma Swan had never given a second thought to how her colorful search history might look; until the day her friend teased her about it possibly attracting the attention of the NSA. So she certainly never expected to wake up one morning to an email from a RESTRICTED account.
COMPLETE One Shot
Golden Compass - available on AO3 and FFN
Captain Killian Jones wants nothing more than to get home to his beautiful wife, but when Detective Nolan brings him information that could unravel the Boston underworld, he knows he's in for a rough night.
COMPLETE One Shot
Complete Multi-chapter.
Patience - available on AO3 and FFN
Any minute all the pain will stop.
Canon Divergence from 2x06 Tallahassee. What happens when Emma and Hook end up alone in the Enchanted Forest, and at the mercy of Cora?
COMPLETE
The Crucible Curse - available on AO3 and FFN
A chance encounter on the morning of her first day at work results in Emma meeting a mysterious, heavily tattooed, pretty-eyed Irish man. But there are some secrets he’s not yet willing to share with her.
COMPLETE
Soliciting For Dracula - available on AO3 and FFN
When someone knocks on her front door at almost 9pm on All Hallows’ Eve, Emma is expecting a group of kids on a sugar high. She is not expecting the well-dressed man with an interesting proposal that’s stood on her porch.
COMPLETE
Devil May Care - available on AO3 and FFN
When 8-year-old Killian Jones accidentally summons a demon one afternoon, he sets his life on a path he could never have anticipated.
COMPLETE
Works In Progress.
Fairytales - available on AO3 and FFN
What happens when you get that chance to finally meet the guy of your dreams?
Figure It Out - available on AO3 and FFN
A lot can change in 3 years. Careers can rise and fall. Friends come and go. And relationships begin and end.
Ethical Conflicts - available on AO3 and FFN
Not all decisions can be seen as black and white. But living in the grey area isn’t always as easy as it sounds.
Anonymous - available on AO3 and FFN
Emma Swan thinks she works for a secret branch of the CIA, protecting and serving her country. Until the death of someone close turns her whole world upside down.
Slayer - available on AO3 and FFN
Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.
My contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2018.
Look What You Made Me Do - available on AO3 and FFN
Special Agent Jones is on the hunt for what is rapidly becoming one of the worst serial killers in the USA. He can’t afford to be distracted by the pretty, blonde (and in his honest opinion, completely undeserving) popstar that just so happens to be his killer’s muse.
Onside - available on AO3 and FFN
Emma Swan is running out of options. Her son is desperate for a stem cell transplant that could save his life. So in a moment of madness, she reaches out to an unexpected source for help. Henry’s beloved football team.
Loosely based on a true story.
Divine Intervention - available on AO3 and FFN
Brothers Liam and Killian Jones are on the hunt for their father, Brennan Jones, who has gone missing in his hunt for the supernatural creature that killed their mother. But along the way, the brothers discover that the supernatural world is much bigger than they could ever have imagined. And someone else has big plans for one of them.
The Supernatural AU absolutely nobody asked for, but probably took me long enough to actually write.
My Second and final contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2018.
The Swan Scandal - available on AO3 and FFN
Midwife Emma Swan finally knows what it’s like to be on the other side of her job, after a one-night stand with a handsome navy captain leaves her pregnant. Four months later she’s come to terms with the idea of being a single parent, and is excited to see her baby once more when her shift ends, at her next ultrasound scan. But the arrival of a famous face to open the new water birthing suite at her hospital could put a dent in those plans.
At Her Majesty’s Service - available on AO3 and FFN
The annual Christmas party held at Kensington Palace for the children of deployed RAF personnel has always been the highlight of Emma’s festive season. But this year, a chance encounter with someone very special results in her throwing an impromptu party later that week, at RAF Akrotiri.
It Takes Two - available on AO3 and FFN
For the last four years, The Rogers’ frontman Killian Jones has turned down every offer to appear on the reality TV show, Strictly Come Dancing. This year, he’s finally signed on that dotted line.
Paper The Walls - available on AO3 and FFN
After deciding to break up with her boyfriend, Dr. Emma Swan is in desperate need of a new place to stay. Her best friend thinks she's found the perfect solution – one of the nurses in pediatrics is looking for a new roommate. And with Emma working nights, it means she'll barely have to see the stranger she's moving in with.
A Million Reasons - available on AO3 and FFN
At 41-years of age, Killian Jones believes that his life is as close to perfect as one can get, but when a woman half his age throws a book at him one evening, Killian begins to question everything he thought he knew.
Birthday Fairies And Christmas Miracles - available on AO3 and FFN
At almost ten years old, Henry Swan is too old to believe in the Birthday Fairies - but maybe not too old to believe in Christmas Miracles.
Summary: The annual Christmas party held at Kensington Palace for the children of deployed RAF personnel has always been the highlight of Emma’s festive season. But this year, a chance encounter with someone very special results in her throwing an impromptu party later that week, at RAF Akrotiri.
All my thanks go to @resident-of-storybrooke and @forget-me-not-s for their encouragement on this piece.
Special thanks go to @kmomof4 and @forget-me-not-s who made the beautiful banners for this story.
Killian cast another long look around the office as he flopped back into his chair.
"Can you believe that this time tomorrow, we'll be back with the people we love most?" Liam asked from his place, leaning against the open door.
"Is that your way of telling me you don't love me?" Killian quipped, briefly raising his eyes to meet his brother's.
Liam scoffed out a laugh as he swaggered into the room and threw himself into the seat opposite his brother. Normally, Liam would have shown much more grace and decorum while he was in an office on base, but his entire body had been vibrating since he'd woken up that morning and seen the text from Elsa that simply read;
"24 hours!"
Most of the grace and decorum he possessed had fled his body at the understanding those words brought to him. Thankfully, Liam wasn't the only one on base who seemed to feel that way.
"How'd your handover go?" Killian asked, startling his brother out of the mental countdown he'd been running all day long.
"Good. Fine. Same as usual, really. I've worked with Wilson before, so I trust her to stay on top of everything I started, and I know she'll do it flawlessly. She was always a stickler for the rules when we were at Northolt." Liam shifted a little awkwardly in his seat as he tried to remember the name of his little brother's counterpart. "How about yours?"
"Not too badly," Killian hedged. "I took some extra time to help him learn the system the way we'd been taught and to catch him up on everything that's happened during our time here. Hopefully, Wilson will be able to keep an eye on him. That first posting after a promotion is always the worst."
"Ugh. Don't remind me." Liam hung his head a little as he recalled the first few days of his own promotion to Flight Lieutenant. The position had come with more responsibility than Liam had ever really had in his life before, and he'd been sure he could continue juggling the weight of the title with his friendships in his team. Unfortunately, he'd quickly been proven wrong, and the paperwork that had come with that understanding still haunted him to that very day.
"I'm sure he'll be a very capable Flight Lieutenant," Killian said confidently. "It just takes a while to adjust, especially when it's your first posting away from home."
Liam could only nod his agreement to that statement.
While both brothers had found themselves spending time at many different bases around the UK since they'd joined the RAF, Liam had already spent time in the Falkland Islands before his Squadron had been positioned at RAF Akrotiri. His time in the Falkland Islands had come a year into his relationship with Elsa, and she'd been more than happy to relocate with him for the duration of his temporary stay. This time, however, with Oliver settled and finally making friends, the decision for Elsa to stay home with her nephew had been an easy one to make – even if saying goodbye to two of the people he loved most in the world had been one of the hardest moments of his life. Liam couldn't even begin to imagine how tough it had been for Killian, whose only overseas duties before his stay at RAF Akrotiri had been a deployment to Afghanistan before Oliver was born.
"So, what's the first thing you're gonna do when we get back home?" Liam asked, hoping that a change of subject would help to lift the mood.
"You mean after I've hugged my son?"
"Well, I felt that was a given," Liam chuckled, already imagining his own cuddles with his sweet little nephew. "Elsa's been watching this show on Sky Atlantic recently about a ballet dancer that she can't stop talking about – so I think I'm gonna book tickets and take her to the ballet."
"She'll like that," Killian assured him. "And Lord knows she deserves it."
"She deserves so much more than that," Liam sighed. He just wished he had the power and ability to make all of her dreams come true.
"I'm pretty sure Elsa is happy with what she has," Killian offered, picking up on his brother's melancholy. "I mean, she's stuck it out with you for this long already, and having lived with you most of my life, I know how difficult that can be."
Liam reached across the desk to offer his little brother a sucker punch for his words, and Killian chuckled as he lifted a hand to rub the sore spot on his upper arm.
For a long moment, the brothers allowed a comfortable silence to settle between them; each lost in their thoughts.
Killian wasn't sure how much time had passed before he spoke up, but it had felt like an eternity to him.
"I, uh… I've applied for a transfer."
It took a long moment for his brother's words to sink in and even longer for Liam to process their meaning.
"Why?" was the first question he voiced, but the instant the word left his lips, Liam knew he already had the answer.
"Oliver," Killian said simply. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before he added, "When I joined the RAF, the idea of being paid to travel the world felt like a dream come true. And there's a part of me that still wants that dream. But with Oliver in my life now, he needs some stability. At least until he's a little older and understands all of this better. I can't guarantee any transfer would keep me home with him, but a transfer to the 63rd Squadron would help."
Liam's eyes widened at his brother's proposed career move.
"The Queen's Colour Squadron? You've applied for a transfer to the Queen's Colour Squadron?"
Killian shrugged his shoulders. "They can only refuse my request, right? It's worth a shot."
"It's a very long shot," Liam scoffed. He'd known many men and women he'd previously served with who had requested a transfer to the Queen's Colour Squadron when a place had opened up. He also knew that precisely zero of his former colleagues had gotten that coveted transfer.
"I know. And if I'm being honest, I don't think I'll get the transfer, but I had to try. If it can offer Ollie a little more stability, then it's worth taking a chance."
Liam sat with his brother's words for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. He didn't think his brother would get that golden transfer either. There were very few people inside the RAF who didn't want such a coveted position, which offered the stability his brother desired, a modest pay rise that most of his colleagues would never scoff at, and the chance to work beside the royal family. Competition would be heavy, and Liam was already certain that many of their superiors would have already applied long before Killian ever found out about the vacancy. But that didn't stop him from hoping that maybe someone would be looking down favourably on his brother at the time the applications were reviewed.
"You should have asked Queen Emma to put in a good word for you while she was here," Liam teased gently.
Killian snorted out a laugh, but his brother didn't miss the way his cheeks pinked at the name of their queen.
"I don't think Her Majesty is personally in charge of hiring," Killian teased.
"Maybe not, but I bet a good word from her would be hard to ignore," Liam countered, with a raised brow.
Killian chuckled a little at his brother's expression before a somewhat awkward silence descended over the pair.
Liam was thoroughly confused about the sudden tension in the room until his brother finally spoke up once again.
"She was, uh… It was Her Majesty who gave me the idea."
"The Queen gave you the idea to put in for a transfer?" Liam asked, doubt colouring every single word that fell from his lips. "The Queen?"
"She said something about putting in for a job as Palace security when I was giving her a tour of the base," Killian explained, his tone suggesting this was something completely normal and not at all the shockingly new information Liam believed it to be. "I thought about what she said that night and realised that while I wasn't quite ready to give up my RAF career just yet, I did want something a little more stable for Oliver. So, I sent a few emails and found out about the vacancy, and then made my application just after Christmas."
Liam sank back into his seat in stunned silence. He still couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard. Killian had been notoriously cagey about what his time with the Queen had been like while she'd been on base, and he'd assumed, like everyone else there, it had been mostly filled with awkward silence. Never, in his wildest dreams, would he have assumed that the most important person in the country would take the time to discuss future career options with his little brother – and certainly not to the extent where she seemed to have inspired him to make a change.
If Liam had believed in the power of a higher being, he would have said that it almost felt like his brother was destined for that opening.
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Thanks for sticking with me during this difficult period in my life.
Oh my goodness! Thank you all for your love on that LWYMMD update. I was sure I’d been away from the fandom too long for anyone to care. I can’t tell you how much joy you’ve all brought to my day.
Summary: Special Agent Jones is on the hunt for what is rapidly becoming one of the worst serial killers in the USA. He can’t afford to be distracted by the pretty, blonde (and in his honest opinion, completely undeserving) popstar that just so happens to be his killer’s muse.
As ever, all of my work can be found on A03 and FFN.
Thanks go to @jonirobinson64 for all her help with this piece. And extra special thanks to @hollyethecurious and @itsfabianadocarmo for the beautiful banners they made for this story.
Killian sighed as he pressed the up arrow on his remote once again, hoping the next channel would provide more of a distraction. Unfortunately, no amount of football, baseball or even basketball could keep his mind away from the case he’d been working. No matter how many times he reviewed the files, there was nothing obvious jumping off the page at him with regards to leads he should be following, and yet, Killian couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that he was missing something – something big! Something just outside of his grasp!
A sharp rap on the door finally pulled him from his thoughts, and Killian hit mute on the remote before he pushed himself to his feet. After snatching his wallet from the kitchen counter, he twisted the lock and pulled open his front door.
“Twenty-six, right?” he asked, already riffling through his wallet for the cash he always tried to carry.
“I know showing up on your doorstep wearing a trench coat over lingerie was a little risqué, but I think you might have the wrong idea about me,” Emma teased, as she pushed her way into the apartment with a small tote bag in one hand and a white plastic bag in the other.
“Emma,” he stuttered out. “What are you doing here? I thought you were busy with rehearsals.”
“I am,” she assured him, dropping her tote bag to the floor before she carefully set the plastic bag onto the kitchen island. “But there’s only so much my feet can take in these boots -” she lifted one of her legs to show him the tall block heels she was still wearing before she added, “- So we agreed to call it a night. I didn’t much fancy heading home. I figured I’d come and see if you wanted to get some dinner or something.” Emma began pulling takeout boxes from the plastic bag as she said, “Turns out, you’d already beaten me to it.”
Killian took a moment just to absorb everything she’d said before he rushed around to the other side of the island to begin helping Emma plate up the food.
“I hope you don’t mind spicy dishes. I always ask them to add fresh chillies to my black bean sauce because I like the kick.”
“I don’t mind,” Emma assured him. She leaned in to briefly press her lips to his cheek before she turned to head for the fridge.
While Emma was grabbing them both some drinks, Killian snatched up a couple of the packages of chopsticks that had been included with his order, and then took a plate into each hand to make his way through to the living room. He’d briefly considered sitting with Emma at the kitchen island to eat their meal, but something about the formality of the situation didn’t seem right to him, so he thought they could just sit on the floor in front of the coffee table instead.
If Emma had any objections to his plan, she didn’t voice them. After placing down two bottles of water and two cans of soda, she gracefully lowered herself to sit in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, then stretched out her legs.
Killian watched as she reached out to grasp the tiny zipper on the inside of her left leg and carefully pulled it down. There was something oddly hypnotising about watching her slide the fabric of the boot down her leg, uncovering the bottom of her thigh and then her knee before she was finally able to wiggle her foot free from the sequins and leather.
“My God, that feels good,” Emma sighed, repeating the process with her right leg before she stood her boots up carefully against the arm of the sofa.
“Why do you wear them if they hurt you so much?” Killian asked, watching from the corner of his eyes as she shifted to tuck her legs under her body.
“They don’t hurt, they can just get a little uncomfortable after you’ve worn them for a while. I’m sure your boots feel the same way if you have to do any sort of intense and sustained activity in them.”
Killian hummed in agreement and quickly shoved a chopstick full of noodles into his mouth to avoid saying anything else that could be considered dumb, because of course she wouldn’t wear something to perform in that caused her actual pain. That would be purely masochistic.
For a moment, they sat in silence, just enjoying their meal. Killian usually bought extra whenever he ordered food. That way, he’d have something to keep him going the following day too, because normally, his busy days all came one after another. Thankfully, it meant there was plenty of food for him to share with Emma that evening, even if it did mean he’d need to order again the following night.
Emma had only taken a few bites from her own meal before she reached up to grab the remote control from the arm of the sofa and began flipping channels until she reached something that looked interesting.
Killian was a little worried that she’d turned it over to fill the silence between them, but it only took a few minutes to dispel that notion. While neither one of them seemed in a hurry to make conversation, the easy smiles she sent his way and her relaxed posture told him that Emma was simply making herself at home, and Killian’s heart warmed a little at just how easily it had come to her.
“How was work today?” she eventually asked, reaching out to steal the final egg roll from his plate.
Killian couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with her for that. Instead, he cast around for a way to describe how his current case was progressing. “Frustrating,” he eventually settled on. “I have plenty of evidence, but it doesn’t feel like any of it is connecting yet.”
Emma’s left hand reached over to settle on top of his right thigh, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I’m sure you’ll connect it all soon. You’re a good detective, Killian.”
“Special Agent,” he corrected automatically, and Emma’s eyebrows rose at his tone.
“Special Agent,” she parroted back, leaning in to brush her lips softly over his cheek once more. “You’re a good Special Agent, Killian. And you’re a good man too.”
Killian couldn’t find the words to say anything in response to her compliment. Instead, he abandoned what was left of his meal to wrap his arm around Emma’s shoulders and pull her into his chest.
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Emma was just beginning to drift off to sleep when a jarring sound rang through the space, breaking the quiet serenity that had settled between herself and Killian. They were still in his living room, although they had relocated to the sofa after cleaning up from their shared meal. A few soft and lazy kisses had been exchanged since she’d curled up between his legs to settle down and watch the movie they’d found playing on Fox, but nothing more had happened yet. The annoying repetition of the noise dispelled any notion she had of anything more happening in the hours ahead.
“Sorry,” Killian whispered. His lips brushed over the back of her head as he tightened one arm around her and loosened the other to reach for his phone, vibrating on the coffee table.
“Special Agent Jones,” he said, answering the call.
Emma couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end of the line. She could only hear a faint buzz of noise.
“When?” Killian demanded, sitting forward and pushing Emma up with him.
She didn’t need to see his expression to know what was going on. Emma could tell from his tone and the urgency of his movements that the call was work related.
“Okay. I’ll be right there. Have the local LEOs hold the scene for me and call Victor and Gold. I want their teams on this asap. Make sure nobody leaves that scene until I’ve spoken to them.”
Killian waited just long enough to get an agreement from whoever was on the other end of the line before he disconnected the call.
Emma wiggled her way down the sofa so he could swing his legs down to the floor.
“You need to leave?” she asked, even though the answer was obvious.
“Yeah,” he sighed, turning to look her way. One of his hands came up to push her long, blonde hair away from her face before he leaned in to brush his lips over her own. “But you don’t have to. Make yourself comfortable, Emma. I’ll be back when I can.”
“Are you sure?” she worried, casting a long look around the apartment.
“As long as you feel comfortable being here alone, you’re welcome to stay.”
Emma took a moment to consider Killian’s words before she nodded her head decisively. There was something about the small apartment he called home that felt comforting and reassuring to her. Maybe it was because the whole place was filled with little parts of his personality. Or maybe it was because his scent seemed to be infused into the very walls that would protect her. But either way, Emma knew she’d sleep more soundly in Killian’s bed that night than she would in her own.
“Thank you,” she offered.
“Of course.” Killian leaned in to give her a slightly longer, lingering kiss before he pushed himself to his feet and headed towards where he’d kicked his boots off by the front door. “I’ll message when I’m on my way back, but I don’t know how late that’ll be.”
“It’s fine. I brought some stuff with me,” Emma assured him, nodding her head towards the small tote bag on the floor by the kitchen island. “If you’re not back before I need to leave, I can see myself out.”
Killian dropped onto a small bench by his front door to slip on his boots and then rose back to his feet, wiping his hands down his thighs.
“I’m sorry,” he offered again, and Emma shook her head to cut him off.
“Don’t be! It’s your job. Go! Solve crimes. Stop the bad people,” she ordered firmly.
Killian gave her a long, searching look before he nodded his head and reached out to snatch his keys from the kitchen island. He didn’t turn back to look at her as he let himself out of the apartment. He knew that if he did, he’d never want to leave.
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“Special Agent Jones, FBI.”
Killian flashed his badge at the patrol officer standing guard as he ducked down under the iconic yellow crime scene tape. He’d only gotten the bare minimum of details when he’d taken the call – but they were enough to suggest his killer had struck again.
As harsh as it sounded, Killian was hoping this body would be tied to his case. While Marshall Longman’s autopsy had given him a few new leads to chase, and an even clearer idea of his murder weapon, with nothing to compare it to, Killian was drawing a blank. All of his leads seemed to result in dead ends, and he was rapidly growing frustrated. How could there be two highly skilled serial killers operating in LA, successfully evading both local and federal law enforcement at the same time? It was absolutely maddening, and the atmosphere in the office was proof that this knowledge was getting under everyone’s skin.
As Killian approached the expansive field currently being illuminated by a number of large flood lights, he wasn’t surprised to find Gold already kneeling on the ground, examining a male body.
“What have we got, Doc?” he called out, effectively announcing his presence.
“Special Agent Jones. How lovely to see you again.”
Killian offered the doctor a small smile before they both turned their attention back to the dead man between them.
“Male, mid-to-late thirties, if I had to guess. Blue eyes. Dark hair. Stabbed numerous times in the torso, carefully avoiding the rib cage. Sound familiar to you, Agent Jones?”
“Unfortunately,” Killian sighed, dropping down to a crouch to get a closer look at the dead man. Something about his features felt oddly familiar, but Killian wrote it off as nothing more than his killer’s victimology.
“Do you think this is one of ours?”
“I can’t be certain until I’ve completed the autopsy, but if you’re asking for a reasoned estimate, I would say yes,” Gold agreed. “This looks like one of ours.”
“Okay. I’ll leave you to it,” Killian told him, pushing himself back to his feet as he headed towards the gathering of local detectives on scene. “Special Agent Jones, FBI,” he announced, flashing his badge once more. “Which of you was the first on scene?”
“That would be me,” a uniformed officer said, taking a small step forward.
“I just need to take a quick initial statement from you, if that’s okay? Then I can let you get back to the station.”
The officer looked at his detective for confirmation before he nodded his agreement and followed Killian to a more secluded part of the crime scene – close enough to still hear the buzz of noise around them, but far enough away to talk privately.
“Do you mind if I record this?” Killian asked, pulling out his cellphone. A quick glance at the screen showed a message from Emma, and it took every ounce of self-control he possessed to dismiss the notification and instead, pull up the app he used for voice memos. “Don’t worry, it’s just for my own records,” he assured the patrol officer.
“Uh… sure,” the other man agreed.
Killian took a moment just to set up the recording before he began by introducing himself and the officer. “Okay, from the start for me please, Officer Kanowski. How did you find the body?”
“We uh, we got an anonymous tip,” the Officer began carefully. “Someone called and said there was a body out here. We didn’t really believe it. We get dozens of them every month, and practically every one of them turns out to be a hoax, but it’s department policy to check them out. I pulled the short straw this time and came out, expecting to waste my time. But it only took me minutes to find him.”
Killian nodded his head as he made a quick note to pull the audio of the call, then asked, “And what happened next?”
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Given the late hour of their discovery, Gold wouldn’t be finished with his autopsy until usual business hours, so after taking statements from everyone on scene and making sure his team knew how important it was to get information to him as soon as they had it, Killian threw himself into his car. The moment he had the door closed behind himself, he pulled his phone from his pocket and stared down at the time illuminating his screen.
03:48
Killian quickly pulled up his messenger app and opened the thread he shared with Emma. She’d sent him a picture of herself, laying in his bed, wearing one of his white t-shirts, along with the message, Stay safe. X
A quick glance at the timestamp showed that she’d sent her message almost five hours ago, so he presumed she would already be asleep. A part of him desperately wanted to speak with her; to let her know that he was on his way home and would be back with her soon. But Killian didn’t want to wake her if she was finally getting some rest. He knew that with her stadium tour approaching, Emma was going to need all the sleep she could get.
Remembering his own words from earlier in the evening, he tapped out a brief message explaining that he was finally leaving the crime scene. Then he quickly closed the app and tossed his phone onto the passenger’s seat beside him before reaching out to start the engine.
After making a stop at the office to officially record everything that had happened that morning, Killian finally found himself on his way home at the tender hour of five am. Thankfully, traffic at that time of the morning was virtually non-existent, and it didn’t take him long to pull into the space reserved for his unit.
He took a moment just to scrub a hand over his face before snatching up his phone and pulling his key from the ignition. As he stepped out of his car, all Killian could think of was the beautiful woman somewhere above him, sleeping soundly in his apartment. With his mind firmly fixed on Emma and what awaited him when he climbed into bed, he missed the way the shadows behind him seemed to shift at his very presence.
Me, Earlier tonight: “oh my God. If I time this right, I’ll have some time to write and edit this evening before hubby gets home.”
Life: “hey, remember how you accidentally wiped your hard drive last weekend? Well, all that stuff we let you recover was from May 2021. Good luck finding the most recent stuff.”
Me, Earlier tonight: “oh my God. If I time this right, I’ll have some time to write and edit this evening before hubby gets home.”
Life: “hey, remember how you accidentally wiped your hard drive last weekend? Well, all that stuff we let you recover was from May 2021. Good luck finding the most recent stuff.”
Summary: At 41-years of age, Killian Jones believes that his life is as close to perfect as one can get, but when a woman half his age throws a book at him one evening, Killian begins to question everything he thought he knew.
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“Mom? Lily? Is anyone home?”
The sound of paws beating against hardwood floors was the answer to his question, and Killian dropped into a crouch with his arms wide open, ready to greet his puppy.
“Hey, Girl,” he said, pulling her face into his neck to wrap his arms around her back. “Did you miss me? I missed you too.”
“No love for your mother, I see,” came a voice from just above him, and Killian looked up to see her familiar friendly eyes staring down at him.
“I called for you first. It’s not my fault Lily beat you here,” he chuckled, finally pushing himself up to his full height to lean over and press a kiss to his mother’s cheek. “How’s she been?” Killian asked, as Alice turned to lead the way back through the apartment to the sitting room.
“Perfect, as per usual. She enjoys her walks, she likes it when the chefs spoil her, and she enjoys curling up on the sofa with me every night to watch Jeopardy!, don’t you, Lily?”
Lily gave a small yip that Alice took for an affirmation, and Killian rolled his eyes at their antics as he took his usual seat on the sofa. He’d only been sitting for a few moments, however, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Knowing that his mother wouldn’t mind the interruption, he fished the device out of his jeans and opened his message thread with Emma. When he’d first landed, he’d sent Emma a picture of himself at JFK to announce the news, knowing that she was in the middle of a lecture and likely wouldn’t be able to respond. Now that she was out, Emma had clearly decided to reply in kind, as she’d sent a picture of herself inside what appeared to be an empty lecture hall along with the message,
Gotta pop out and get some food, but I’m done for the day now.
Killian took a moment to save the image to his Emmy file and then tapped out a response.
I’m just picking up Lily from my Mom’s place.
Text me when you’re done, and then I’ll call.
Miss you.
Miss you more. X
“Not work again, surely?” Alice sighed, as she sank back into her seat and patted the empty cushion beside her to encourage Lily to join them.
“No, not work,” Killian muttered, because while his mother had never outright declared that she felt he worked too much, he’d often gotten that impression from the remarks she’d made about the number of calls and messages he fielded on a monthly basis. “It’s just a friend, Mom.”
“Your new friend?”
“Emma, yeah,” he replied absentmindedly, setting his phone down on the arm of the chair.
“And what’s that face for?” his mom asked, surprising him a little with her astuteness.
“I, uh…” Killian wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that question. He missed Emma, and that wasn’t exactly anything new. He’d missed her since the moment he’d stepped out of that cab at the airport in Nice. But somehow, since they’d spoken on Monday, something about that longing for her had changed. He didn’t just miss his friend; his whole being seemed to ache with the knowledge that she had finally found someone she wanted to share a part of her life with, and he couldn’t be there for something as simple as her birthday. He knew he was probably overthinking things - and he knew that Emma would never hold it against him - but in his heart, he felt like the world’s worst friend for not finding a way to improve Emma’s situation. To change the old routine she had gotten so used to experiencing.
And then it hit him.
The reason he was holding so much resentment towards himself in that moment was because he knew, deep down, that he was perfectly capable of changing things. All he had to do was push himself outside his own little comfortable bubble for just a moment.
Alice must have sensed the change in her son because she fixed him with an odd look as he pushed himself back to his feet and stuffed his phone into his back pocket.
“Do you think you could take care of Lily for another couple of days for me?” he asked, studiously avoiding his mother’s eyes. “I, um… I have somewhere I need to be. I’ll be back on Monday, though. I promise.”
“Don’t you have a show to present tonight?” Alice chuckled.
“I do, yeah. I’ll, uh… I’ll catch a flight when it’s over,” he mumbled to himself. “If I’m really lucky, Graham will probably cover tomorrow night for me, and as long as I fly back on Monday morning, I should be back in time to present my show that evening.”
Alice said nothing; she simply sat in silence as she allowed her son to talk through the random plan he was busy making while he paced back and forth in front of the coffee table. When he finally seemed to come to a decision, he turned her way to ask, “You’ll be okay with Lily, right?”
“I will,” Alice assured him, before she added, “But can I at least ask where you’re planning to go on such short notice?”
“Cambridge,” was all Killian said, as he strode over to press a kiss to her cheek and run a hand down Lily’s back before he showed himself from the apartment.
Killian was exhausted by the time his flight touched down in London.
Graham had been wonderfully understanding and had gladly agreed to cover Killian’s show for him Friday evening, so after making a last-minute reservation, he’d boarded a flight out of New York City at a little after ten pm Thursday evening and had finally touched down a little after eleven am on Friday morning.
He took a small detour at the nearest WH Smiths and bought a couple of cans of Red Bull to keep him going, before making his way through the airport and out to the taxi rank he’d used many times before. Thankfully, this was not Killian’s first visit to England, so he knew his way around Heathrow airport fairly well. It also wasn’t his first time in London, but Killian would never profess to know his way around the city. He was certain that it changed every single time he came to visit, which was why he handed his taxi driver a handful of colorful paper notes and an address the moment he climbed into the back of the car.
Graham had turned out to be a wonderful co-conspirator, and under his guidance, Killian had reached out to a couple of different boutiques in London to find Emma the shoes she loved, in the size she needed. Killian would never have been able to find his way to the location himself, but thankfully, his taxi driver seemed to know exactly where he was going. He pulled the car to a stop just in front of the building, and Killian offered him another handful of notes in exchange for a promise that the guy would wait for him to return. Then, he headed inside.
Killian had found himself in many awkward situations over the years, but never once had he felt as out of place as he did inside that store. It had never been more apparent just how far out of his depth he was. And yet, as he cast his gaze around the shop, his eyes jumping from one shoe design to another, Killian knew that this was exactly the kind of place his best friend would love. The shoes weren’t like anything else he’d ever seen before, and Emma’s love for them suddenly made so much more sense.
“Can I help you?” a soft voice called out, and Killian pulled his gaze away from the strappy sandals on the shelves to face the blonde standing just a step or two behind him.
“Sorry, yes. I, uh… I believe you have some shoes waiting for me to collect. I called ahead.”
“What’s your name, Sir?”
“Jones. Killian Jones.”
“I’ll be right back,” she promised, reaching out to offer his arm a gentle squeeze before she turned to hurry through a door he hadn’t noticed before.
Killian turned his attention back to the shelves while he waited, slowly making his way around the store to pass the time. He paused when he came to a wall display of purses and reached out for the simple black clutch that he found, topped with a silver butterfly clasp. Killian didn’t know much about fashion. In fact, he was pretty sure he knew nothing about the subject. He bought his clothes based on gut instinct and comfort, not because he thought they would be fashionable. And yet, as he turned the purse over in his hands, he couldn’t help but think that this would be something Emma would also love. It felt understated with its simple design and yet, so unique, thanks to that silver butterfly clasp.
“I have a pair of Chiara 85s in a size thirty-nine,” the sales associate announced, as she made her way back out onto the shop floor with a box in her arms. “Is that right?”
“I, uh… I have no idea,” Killian replied honestly, and she chuckled a little at the look on his face. “They should be black with pink and yellow wings at the back.”
The associate set the box down on a counter and opened it up to pull out one of the shoes, holding it up for Killian’s nod of approval before she tucked it safely away once again.
“I’m guessing these are for a girlfriend,” she chuckled.
“Friend,” he quickly corrected, because hearing someone refer to Emma as his girlfriend felt odd, and Killian wasn’t ready to analyze why it felt that way when he was so close to finally being reunited with her.
“She’s a lucky friend,” the associate offered.
“Actually, I’m the lucky one,” he corrected, before hooking his thumb over his shoulder to point at the bag that had grabbed his attention. “Speaking of, do you mind if I ask your advice on something?”
“No, of course not.”
Killian led the way back to the display and took the small black clutch into his hands once more as he asked, “Would this purse go with those shoes?”
“Sure,” the associate chuckled. “Or if you wanted something a little bigger, we do a tote that would also work well with them.”
Killian considered her words for a moment before she finally pointed at a large bag hanging from the wall.
“It comes in four different colors,” the woman explained. “I have some black out the back.”
Killian studied the bag carefully for a moment before he shook his head. He could see Emma getting more use out of a large bag, but he couldn’t see her pairing it with the shoes she loved so much.
“I, uh… I think I’ll go for the clutch,” he declared, and the sales associate offered him a beaming smile.
“And while I have you here – are there any other shoes in her size that you think would work with it?” he asked. “Maybe something without wings this time?”
“You have a very lucky friend,” the associate remarked, before she nodded her head towards the display of shoes just behind them. “I think you could get away with pretty much anything here in black,” she told him, as she began picking up shoes from the display. “Are you looking for any specific design in particular? Flats? Wedges? Boots? Pumps?”
“I, uh…” The overload of shoe terminology was beginning to make Killian’s head hurt, and he was starting to think that his plan to buy Emma something for each of her potential big days was a stupid one - until his eyes landed on a pair of silver sandals. “Do those come in black?” he asked, pointing in the direction of the pair that had caught his attention.
“They do,” the sales associate chuckled. “Do you want me to grab a pair for you to see?”
“Yes. Yes, please,” he declared firmly, as she set back down the flats and wedges she’d picked up for him and then hurried off to the door that must have led to their stock room.
While he waited, Killian picked up the silver shoes that had caught his attention. He was pretty sure Emma would love the design as they were. The soft metallic pinks, blues, and golds of the leather worked strangely well with the metallic silver design, but he wasn’t entirely sure the black clutch would pair well with them. He just hoped that the black pair the associate had left to get would also feature the shooting stars he loved so much, because it was that particular feature that had first caught his eye. He couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that the stars were a perfect reflection of his friend – bright and fiery, unique and breathtakingly beautiful.
“Here we are,” the associate announced, setting two boxes down beside the first. She shifted the smaller of the two to rest on top of the shoes he’d already picked and then opened up the other box to pull out a pair of black sandals with gold, silver, and bronze embellishments, which made up the three shooting stars at the back of the piece. “Personally,” she began carefully, and Killian pulled his eyes away from the shoes to watch her face, “I wouldn’t pair these with the clutch. I think you need something with more golden tones to work with these,” she explained.
“It doesn’t matter,” Killian assured her. “I’ll buy Emmy another purse for Christmas if I have to. I’ll take these too.”
“So, all three, Sir?” she confirmed, her eyes lighting up with joy.
“All three,” he agreed, as he slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out his wallet.
After securing his gifts for Emma and gladly taking up the woman on her offer of a gift wrap service, Killian slid back into the taxi and headed for the heart of the city, where he would be able to purchase everything else he needed to make Emma’s weekend special. Finding somewhere in London to buy everything he needed had been easy; but getting it all back to Cambridge had proven to be a bit of a logistical nightmare, so he’d relied upon big stores with franchises all over the country to help out.
Finally, with all the arrangements made, Killian headed for Kings Cross International and the train he’d booked to take him to his best friend.
Stepping out of another Taxi, Killian turned his attention forward to get his first good look at the place Emma would be calling home for the rest of the school year.
“Wow,” he mumbled to himself, as he took in the stunning building just in front of him. He’d known that Cambridge University was comprised of many old buildings, but Killian had never seen anything quite as grand as he was currently looking at on a university campus before.
He handed his driver some cash for the journey and a hefty tip, grabbed his bags, and then headed for what looked to be the entrance to the building. It took him a couple of attempts to find the right door, but when he did, Killian was a little surprised at just how easy it was to get inside. One of the students heading out didn’t blink twice as he held the door open for him, and Killian made a mental note to ask Emma just how safe she was in a place where apparently anyone could walk through the front door. Thankfully, it would make finalizing his plan a little easier, but that still didn’t leave him feeling awfully comfortable.
Finding Emma’s room was relatively easy - once he’d worked out the layout of the building. A sharp rap of his knuckles against the wooden door told him that, as he’d been expecting, she was away for lectures and hopefully wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours, so Killian got to work on making her weekend a little extra special.
After blowing up a few balloons, he used the Scotch tape he’d purchased to fix them to the corners of the door. Across the middle, he taped a couple of different banners that read Happy Birthday, and Birthday Girl. Then, a few minutes past the hour, his phone vibrated with a message from a delivery company - announcing they had arrived. With some careful maneuvering, Killian was able to get them into the building and show them to Emma’s room so their team could assemble the balloon arch he’d purchased, along with the two larger silver balloons each shaped like the number 2.
After almost forty minutes of idle small talk and gassing balloons, the two men left with hefty tips lining their pockets, and Killian sank down to the floor beside Emma’s door to wait for his best friend’s arrival. As he did, he pulled his phone from his pocket and began spinning it between his thumb and forefinger. He’d been studiously ignoring Emma’s messages all day, knowing that if he even opened one of them, he’d greatly increase his chances of giving away all of his plans. He hated that he’d left her hanging the way he had, and he hated the lack of contact he’d had with her, but he kept telling himself that it was for the best. Emma would forgive him the moment she saw him – hopefully.
Killian was twenty minutes into the book he’d hastily packed when a familiar voice called out his name, and his heart started hammering in his chest.
He forced himself to take some time to drop a bookmark into place and then carefully slid the book away - all while drawing in a couple of deep breaths - before he pushed himself back to his feet and turned to look at her.
She was wearing a pair of dark jeans ripped across the knees and a simple black t-shirt - but Killian would swear to anyone who asked that she’d never looked more beautiful.
“Happy birthday,” he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly, hoping the words would explain every question flashing behind her eyes.
Emma studied him carefully for a long moment before she let her bag drop to the floor with a heavy clunk and then threw herself at him.
Killian was grateful for all the hours he’d spent in the gym since he’d last seen her, as he hadn’t quite been expecting her reaction. He stumbled back into the wall behind him slightly as her legs wrapped around his waist, and his arms came up to anchor her to him, one wrapping around her back and the other resting just under her ass.
Emma pressed her forehead against his for a moment and declared, “It is now.” Then she turned her head to press her lips to his.
The moment they made contact, all of Killian’s concerns vanished as he lost himself in her embrace. He’d forgotten just how warm and soft she was - how there was always a hint of cocoa and vanilla to her scent, no matter what perfume she was wearing - and he’d forgotten just how good it felt to have someone want him just as much as he wanted her.
Killian pushed himself away from the wall for a moment, intending to head for the door to her room, but the loud bang from just behind them startled them both, and they pulled back giggling to look at one of the burst balloons just beside Emma’s left elbow.
“I, uh… I guess we should get inside first,” he suggested, loosening his grip on her thighs so that he could lower her feet back to the floor.
“Yeah,” she whispered, rocking up onto her toes to brush another soft kiss over his lips. “I guess we should.”
“You’re making it pretty hard to do that right now,” Killian threw back at her, as she continued moving her lips across his with feather-light pressure.
Emma quirked a brow at his use of the word ‘hard’ and dropped her gaze down his body. A delightfully naughty smirk colored her features when she finally pulled back and bent down to grab her bag, wiggling her ass at him a little more than necessary.
Killian groaned as he sank back to the wall once more and scrubbed a harsh hand over his face. This reunion was going to be over embarrassingly quickly if she kept that up.
Somehow, Emma had managed to pull herself together enough to unlock her door, as she paused halfway over the threshold to ask, “Are you coming?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m, uh… I’m coming,” he assured her, leaning down to snatch up his bags and follow her into the room.
Killian took another couple of deep breaths as he entered the small space and dropped his things down to rest in front of the wardrobe inside the room. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d been expecting, but the place was oddly spacious compared to what he’d seen in movies and online. To his left was a door he assumed led to a private bathroom, given that Emma had told him earlier in the month that she had invested some of her first bonus in that small luxury. Straight ahead of him was a window that overlooked the grounds, with a desk sitting just in front of it. Beside that was a bookcase already filled to the brim with textbooks and novels, interspersed with small trinkets or candles that Emma had clearly found and loved. Two built-in cupboards sandwiched what looked to be a genuine fireplace, although, he assumed it hadn’t seen much use, given the guitar that was resting in front of the grate. Emma had lined the mantlepiece with more trinkets and a few framed photographs. Killian was a little surprised to see his own face smiling back at him from one of them.
He turned to face Emma, intending to remark upon just how cozy the space was, but lost his entire ability to form words at what he saw. Apparently, while he’d been busy admiring the décor, Emma had taken the time to lock the door behind them and pull off both her t-shirt and bra, which were now scattered across the hardwood floors.
“Have you quite finished admiring the furniture?” she asked, fitting her hands to her hips.
Killian bit down on his lower lip as he fought every instinct in his body that was screaming at him to go to her, to drop to his knees and worship her the way she deserved. Instead, he swallowed hard and nodded his head.
Emma took the three steps necessary to put herself within touching distance and then reached out to tilt his head down so that he would meet her eyes. “Good,” she declared before pushing herself up onto her toes once again to kiss him.
The moment they made contact, Killian lost all hope of controlling himself. One arm wound around her waist to pull her in closer as the other snaked up her back to tangle in her hair, angling her head so that he could get closer and take more.
Emma’s hands dropped to the buckle on his belt and made quick work of the device before she moved her attention to the buttons on his fly. When she had them open, Killian reluctantly pulled away from that soft, sweet skin on her shoulder to pull his shirt over his head, however, when he moved back in to kiss her again, Emma pulled back slightly and then made as if to drop to her knees.
“Woah, wait,” he panted out, as his hands caught the tops of her arms, holding her in place. “Wha… what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” she threw back at him, and Killian was pretty sure his mind wandered for a gloriously long moment as he allowed it to supply himself with a visual to compliment her words.
“Not… not today,” he protested, even though his body was aching to experience that moment with her. He took a small step back to put some distance between the two of them in the hopes that it would help to clear his mind. Sadly, that plan didn’t really work, given that Emma was now on her knees in front of his open jeans.
“It’s your birthday,” he explained, squeezing the words out between gritted teeth. “If anyone should be on their knees for your birthday, it should be me.”
“What if I wanna spend my birthday weekend on my knees?” she challenged, her eyes glittering darkly with an unspoken promise.
“Then I won’t complain,” he assured her, lowering himself down to the floor so that they were both on the same level once again. “But only after you let me worship you like the goddess you are.”
His words seemed to catch Emma a little off guard, and Killian filed that small piece of information away to celebrate at a more appropriate moment as he reached out to run his index finger around the waistband of her jeans. Emma’s knees wobbled as she stood back up to her full height, staring down at him while he leaned in to open the button on her jeans and tug down the zipper.
The moment he had wiggled the fabric down low enough to reveal the swan on her right hip, half covered by a strip of purple cotton, Killian leaned in to press his lips to the ink. Emma sighed deeply as one of her hands came up to cup the back of his head, her fingers weaving through his hair. He wasn’t ready for her to be fully naked just yet, so Killian pulled the cotton of her panties aside to trace the lines of the ink - first with his nose and then with the tip of his tongue.
Emma’s hips were beginning to undulate under his touch; her breathing was coming a little faster.
“Killian,” she whined, as he wiggled the denim the rest of the way down her legs, following the material with his lips.
Once it was down to her feet, he flicked his gaze up her body to say, “Hold onto me,” and then lifted her right leg to pull off her boot, sock, and the denim of her jeans. He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of her foot before switching his attention to the other.
Emma swayed above him as she whispered, “Killian,” but, this time, there was something different about her tone.
When her legs were finally bared to him, Killian took his time sliding his hands up the back of them, reveling in the way that her muscles jumped and twitched under his fingers.
“Have you ever thought about having a tattoo here?” he asked, his mind suddenly consumed with the idea of dark ink against the pale flesh of her legs.
“Here,” she whispered, covering his hand with her own to guide it up to her left thigh. “I’ve always wanted one that wraps around my thigh.”
Killian’s eyes fluttered shut as he recalled some of the thigh bands he’d seen from tattoo artists on Instagram. He’d been following a handful of local studios before he’d met Emma, but he’d sought out even more since she’d come into his life. The idea of Emma wearing a dark band of ink wrapped around her thigh was so very sexy, and Killian suddenly wanted nothing more.
“Do it,” he breathed, leaning in to brush soft kisses to the space she’d indicated.
Emma’s laugh was a little breathy but no less beautiful. “Do you have any idea how much a session like that would cost?” she teased.
“I’ll pay for it,” he mumbled. “I don’t care. You’d look… insanely sexy with ink down here…” He stopped just short of voicing the rest of his sentence, but Killian had a feeling that his ‘where only I can see it’ still hung in the air between them both.
Emma’s fingers tightened in his hair, and she gave a sharp tug, pulling him back a little so he would raise his eyes to meet hers. “Less talk, more action,” she chastised, but there was something about that look in her eyes that was also different.
It took Killian a moment of careful examination to work it out. He wasn’t used to seeing awkwardness on Emma’s features, especially when they were both half-naked, so it took even longer for him to realize that it wasn’t their position that had given her that look – it was his offer.
He filed that piece of information away to deal with later and then turned his attention back to her body.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered, before leaning in to press a kiss to the damn cotton of her panties.
Emma’s whine shot straight through his body, rocking him to his core, and suddenly, Killian couldn’t get her naked fast enough. He was pretty sure that the cotton tore between his greedy hands as he wrestled it down her body, but Emma only seemed to moan louder at the noise.
The moment she lifted her leg to kick her panties away, Killian wrapped his hand around it and pulled it to rest over his shoulder so his tongue could make a long, slow swipe of her lower lips.
“Holy fuck,” Emma gasped out, swaying a little before she finally found purchase on his shoulder.
Killian really wished he could have drawn this out for her, made her beg for him the way he’d been able to do while they were apart, but he knew that was never going to happen. Now that he’d gotten his first taste of her, he was lost, addicted to the harsh pants for breath that sounded above him. He was surrounded by her scent, by her desire for him, and he wanted nothing more than to make her scream.
It took him a moment to find a rhythm, to find out what made Emma gasp and what really did nothing at all for her, and he loved every second of it. When Emma’s hand tightened in his hair and her grip on his shoulder became firmer, he wrapped his left arm around her waist to keep her steady and then brought his right up to follow the path his tongue was taking, gliding back and forth over her flesh before he paused to suckle gently on the places that made her whimper.
Slipping his middle finger inside was much easier than he’d expected. Emma was already so worked up that he met virtually no resistance at all.
“More?” he mumbled against her heated flesh, because he didn’t want to push her too far too fast.
“Yes. God, yes,” she panted out.
Killian wrapped his tongue around the little nub that drove her crazy as he pulled his hand back and then pushed forward with two fingers, driving up into her hard and fast.
“Oh, God, Killian,” she whined, as he nosed gently at the same spot his tongue had just been teasing. “Oh, God, I’m so, so close.”
He shifted his grip on her waist, urging her to lean back a little as he lapped at her folds, occasionally licking the fluid from his fingers as he continued pumping them in and out of her body. Emma’s legs were beginning to shake now, and Killian wasn’t entirely sure if it was due to the awkward position she was in or if it was because of his actions… God, he hoped it was because of his actions.
As Emma’s movements became more erratic, Killian followed the line of her body forward to wrap his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
It only took a moment of that pleasurable pain for Emma to explode around him. Her grip on his hair was so tight, Killian was sure that she’d ripped out a fair few strands as she used her hold on him to press his face tightly to her body while she shuddered and shivered above him, panting through the orgasm that was rocking her small frame.
When she finally began tugging on his hair to move him back, Killian slowed the movement of his fingers and began lapping softly at her flesh to bring her back down from her high.
“Holy shit,” she panted out, finally slipping her leg back to the ground and then leaning forward to press all of her weight down on Killian’s shoulders.
“Happy birthday?” he asked cheekily, as he let his tongue swipe out against the soft flesh of her stomach, just below the bar that pierced her belly button.
“Very happy birthday,” she agreed, finally collapsing onto the floor in front of him in a fit of delighted giggles.
@lisaz1972 was kind enough to remind me that yesterday was my 8 year anniversary in the Captain Swan fandom - and I wanted to try and mark the occasion. Unfortunately, life wasn't terribly cooperative yesterday evening and all my plans fell apart but it's been a little better this evening and I think (if I can remember how to post updates!) I might have a little something I can share this evening with you all.
It might not seem like much to many, but Dexter spent 5 hours at school yesterday for the first time since leaving Primary school - and I’m so damned proud of him!
Summary: The annual Christmas party held at Kensington Palace for the children of deployed RAF personnel has always been the highlight of Emma’s festive season. But this year, a chance encounter with someone very special results in her throwing an impromptu party later that week, at RAF Akrotiri.
All my thanks go to @resident-of-storybrooke and @forget-me-not-s for their encouragement on this piece.
Special thanks go to @kmomof4 and @forget-me-not-s who made the beautiful banners for this story.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
“Merry Christmas, Ollie. How much chocolate have you eaten?” Killian chuckled, as he watched his son bounce around the edges of the frame.
“Not much. Aunty Elsa said it would rot my teeth.”
“Aunty Elsa’s not wrong,” he snorted out, as the woman in question did her best to pull Oliver down to settle in her lap. “What did Santa bring you?” Killian asked, when his son finally seemed calm enough for them to have an actual conversation.
“So much! I got some Legos, and a NERF gun, and Avengers action figures, and some Hulk fists, and a Transformer, and some Roblox figures, and some chocolate, and–”
“Wow, Santa really went all out this year, huh?” Killian chuckled, cutting his son off before he could list every single item he’d opened earlier that morning. Killian was already painfully aware of what they were, having ordered most of them from Amazon himself.
“Yep,” Ollie agreed, nodding his head forcefully.
“And what did Santa bring for Aunty Elsa?”
“Oh, she got some chocolates, and some girly perfume, and a necklace from Uncle Liam.”
Oliver looked like he clearly thought that Aunty Elsa had been screwed-over in the present department, but Killian could see the glint of his brother’s gift just behind his son’s head, resting against the red of Elsa’s Christmas jumper. He was certain that she hadn’t felt the same way when she’d unwrapped her presents earlier that morning.
“What did Santa bring you, Daddy?”
“Oh, uh… I got some new pyjamas and a few books to keep me going until I can come home.”
One of the biggest unspoken rules on base was never to give extravagant gifts for the holidays. Nothing could ruin the festive spirit quite like a rumour of theft from under the Christmas tree, and nobody really wanted to be lugging anything delicate all the way home with them at the end of their tour. The more extravagant gifts were always saved for family reunions and ‘next year.’
“Is that all?” Oliver asked, as his little face fell into a frown. Obviously, he felt like his father had done worse than his Aunty.
“That’s all I needed,” Killian chuckled. “Besides, it wasn’t Santa who brought me my best gifts. It was Queen Emma.”
“She did?” Ollie’s eyes widened with excitement, and he began bouncing on his aunt’s lap again. “Did you talk to her? She’s really nice, Daddy. And she’s pretty too. Do you think she’s pretty? Did she give you my gifts? I made them just for you, and she promised she’d bring them, but Aunty Elsa said that she might be too busy to do it before Christmas, so we should wait, but she promised she would, and I knew she’d do it. She’s the bestest Queen ever, isn’t she, Daddy?”
“She’s, uh… she’s certainly something,” Killian agreed. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen his son so animated over someone that wasn’t a fictional character before, but apparently, Queen Emma had made quite an impression on more than one Jones this holiday season. “And yes, she came and delivered your gifts personally. She told me she’d made a promise to you, and she fully intended to keep it.”
“Did you like her?” Ollie pressed, still bouncing around the screen with his enthusiasm.
“Yes, Oliver. I did. She seems like a very nice lady,” Killian assured his son.
He didn’t really want to tell the little boy about just how nice Queen Emma had been because he didn’t want to give Oliver the wrong idea. Neither of them would ever see their Queen again, and if they did, she was unlikely to remember ever having met them, given the number of engagements she did in a year.
But more than that, Killian wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to share the details of his time with Queen Emma with anyone. He knew he was lucky to have spent time alone with her. He was willing to bet there weren’t many people in the world who could say they’d ever been alone in a room with the Queen before. For that reason, and so many more, he wanted to keep the memory of those moments private. That way, they were less likely to become twisted and tainted by gossip and conspiracy theories.
“She is. Aunty Elsa said we could watch her today on the TV. She said the Queen always has a show on Christmas Day.”
“That, uh… that she does,” Killian agreed.
He’d forgotten all about the Queen’s speech. He could remember seeing a few of the ones Queen Emma’s grandmother had given on TV when he was a child, but they were always more of a background to the day than an actual focal point of the occasion.
“Maybe I’ll sit and watch it too,” he offered. “That way, even if we can’t watch it in the same room, we’ll at least be watching it together. Would you like that?”
Oliver’s bouncing stopped abruptly, and his face fell.
“Hey, none of that,” Killian chided gently. “You’re having a good day, and you’re going to continue having a good day. I’m sure Aunty Elsa has plenty of wonderful things planned for you.”
“I do,” she agreed, as she leaned down to wrap her nephew in a tight hug. “And when your daddy and Uncle Liam get home, we’ll put the tree back up again for a weekend and have a late Christmas with them.”
“Promise?” Ollie asked, twisting in her lap to stare up into her face.
“I promise.”
Oliver gave a small sniffle before wrapping his arms around his aunt, clinging to her tightly for a moment.
Killian had never resented his job more than he did right then. It should have been him comforting his son, not his brother’s girlfriend. But he wouldn’t allow Oliver to see the pain he was feeling at that moment. Christmas was a magical time of year, even if he couldn’t always be there to help celebrate it, and Killian wanted to make sure his son came away with wonderful memories of each and every holiday season. After all, Oliver wouldn’t stay young forever.
“So… what are you guys having for lunch today?” Killian asked, plastering on his best fake smile and hoping the change of subject would help to shift the mood.
If Elsa’s face was anything to judge by, his best wasn’t quite good enough that morning.
I’m so happy for your kid, i remember how much I hated high school, it really was hell going everyday and I ended up making excuses to miss class and if I actually went to school I hid in the bathroom. Yes, I didn’t have friends (maybe 1 or 2) but the teachers were downright a..holes. They’re supposed to notice when students are depressed or something, yet only one did and was actually comprehending (he knew I was an excellent student so he was shocked when I failed, he gave me the minimum grade and told me to go see a therapist and talked with my mom about it), they had no excuses it was a small school only one group of each grade and the groups were like 10-18 students. I dropped right before December in 11th grade, and honestly my grades were sooo bad that I decided to wait until September when the next year started and took 11th grade again in a different school.
Honestly they didn’t make it easy either when my mom asked for all my school papers, so she decided to go directly to the education office in town, they gave her the certificate in like 5 minutes and for free.
I haven’t really seen many of the teachers since I dropped from that school, but the ones I’ve seen I don’t say hi to them or even acknowledge them, the principal outright said to me “if you don’t want to study just tell your parents and save them the money” 😐 Looking back and being a 24yo now, many of their comments and behavior were harassment.
I was in this school since daycare (I was 3yo) it was supposed to be the best and most expensive school in town, and I had no issues until like 9-10th grade when my depression started to really show (I was battling it since like 6-7th grade given to a loss in my family) but honestly when I started in the new school I realized that their program was really sh…, we had like 5-6 subjects all year long, in the new school we had 6-7 by semester. I was so behind in maths and physics, and many other subjects.
This is waaay too long, sorry for rambling
Never apologise for that, Anon!
I am always here for venting - and it sounds like you certainly needed that.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am that you had to go through all of that. No child should ever be made to feel like that in a place that is supposed to pass along the education they need to succeed in life. I truly hope that the school you moved to were more understanding of what you were going through, and helped to meet your needs. I've definitely learned the hard way that some of these so-called best schools around are not worth the paper their awards are printed on.
I’m sorry but it’s been so long since I read one of your stories 😭 I think I would have to read them all over again cause tbh I don’t remember what was the last thing that happened. With this new update of figure it out I was like “what was this about?” But I’m also super distracted, and it’s been a while since I’ve read a captain swan story 🥹
Don't apologise for that, Anon!
I know all too well just how distracting life can be. I really didn't ever want to take this long away from my fandoms or the things I enjoy most in my spare time - but real life always comes first!
I hope you're doing okay. Let me know if there's anything I can ever do to help. I might not be around as much as I used to be - but I do check in as often as I can.
