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When Hook brought Emma back to his ship, he never expected to find himself staring down his doppelgänger over her shoulder as he broke their kiss to hoist her onto his desk.
“What is it, Captain?” Emma asked innocently, turning to see what had caught his attention, her eyes blowing wide. “Killian?! What are you—”
“Ahh, so you’re involved in whatever trickery this is then,” the Captain sneered, tucking the curve of his hook beneath her chin and drawing her gaze back to him. “And here I thought you just wanted a good time.”
“I do,” she insisted quietly, her cheeks flushing at her admission.
“Emma—” Killian started, but she interrupted him with a pleading look that told him all the truth he needed of her attraction to him, and to his darker side.
“Who is he really?” Hook questioned, his hand fisting in Emma’s hair and jerking back her head as he turned his hook and ran the sharp tip along her throat. Killian’s hand shot to the hilt of his sword, ready to defend Emma in an instant, but he thought better of sword fighting with himself should the battle turn bloody, aware of the potential consequences if he won a bit too well. “How are you both here?”
“It’s complicated.”
“I’m you, mate,” Killian answered truthfully. “The future you, from a future we won’t get to have if you don’t let us leave unscathed.”
“Aye?” Hook pulled Emma off the desk and spun her to face Killian, pressing her back to his own chest, his hand still firmly holding her hair as he wrapped his other arm around her middle. “And what is she to you?”
“It’s complicated,” Killian echoed Emma’s previous response.
“You’ll never get to find out if I’m anything to him if you hurt us,” Emma said bravely. “Someone is messing with time, and if we can’t fix it soon, I’ll have never existed.”
“Mmm, a bloody waste of a perfectly good wench,” Hook purred in her ear. The sound Emma made surprised all three of them as she shivered at his assessment. A fire sparked in Hook’s eyes. “Alright, future me, you know that a man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.” Emma trembled in his arms as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck. “I know what I want, what you want, and it’s clear your future something wants it too.”
Killian flexed his fist at his side as his jaw clenched and unclenched, which simply made Hook smirk, knowing the images that were running through his mind as he pictured them too.
“What do you say, lass?” Hook asked, focusing on Emma again. “Let us give you our full and prompt attention, and once we’re all satisfied, you can both be on your merry way. How does that sound, darling?”
“You don’t have to say yes, Emma,” Killian gritted. “We’ll—”
“Yes,” Emma interrupted, glancing from Hook to Killian. “Yes.”
“There’s a good girl,” Hook murmured against her shoulder, dragging his lips across her skin.
“Emma.” Killian’s brow furrowed in concern and desire and uncertain restraint.
“It’s one hell of a one-time thing, Killian,” Emma said softly, tilting her head and biting her bottom lip as Hook laved over the crook of her neck with his tongue. “Please.”
“Good girl. You even have her begging,” Hook teased. “Let’s get this dress off you, love. He’s been waiting for this, so have I, and so have you.”