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THE BEACH HOUSE

An AU MC FF that is loosely based on the movie The Lake House

When fate is involved, can Emma and Killian change their destiny so their love transcends time and space to give them their happy ending?

Chapters 1-epilogue can also be found on AO3 and on FF.net . Tumbler (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)(12)(13) (14)(16)(epilogue)

Words ~8100 Rating - T+

Chapter 15

The elevator doors hadn't even closed before he had her pinned to the wall and was kissing her. His hands rested on her hips, long fingers digging into the sides of her behind, as he tugged her closer to him. She could feel that the proximity of their bodies was exciting to him as his mouth plundered the depths of hers. She slid her hands up under his vest in the back where she could feel the heat of his body through his thin cotton shirt, and was tempted to pull his shirt free so she could touch bare skin. Gathering a handful of cloth to untuck, she had just started to tug upward, when the elevator bell rang indicating the doors were opening. Killian quickly moved next to her, tucking her against him to partially cover his front, and took deep calming breaths just as the doors opened and a large group got on. Realizing she didn't know anyone, allowed her to relax and as soon as the elevator arrived in the lobby, they got off to walk to the car.

He had parked in the back of the parking lot, and as they walked, he interlaced their fingers. When they reached the SUV, he opened the door, and laying on the seat, was a beautiful yellow flower. Smiling up at Killian, she asked, "For me?”

He smiled shyly and picked it up. "This is a Forsythia, which means anticipation in the language of flowers. I have anticipated this evening so much Emma," then he ran it along her bottom lip, "longer than you can even know. I hope it meets all of your expectations." Handing it to her he kissed her once again.

Emma dimpled up at him, "Ah Killian. You are so sweet. I too have been most anxious to spend time with you." and treating him to another light kiss she quipped, "But you know, I'm a sure thing tonight" And winking, climbed in to the SUV. As he shut her door and walked around, she put the flower up to her nose to smell, feeling happier than she thought possible.

As he climbed in and started the car, she surreptitiously watched how he handled the huge vehicle and marveled at his ease. Once they were on their way he reached over picking up her hand and laced their fingers together before laying them on the center console. Glancing sideways, he caught her stare, and ducking her head, she quickly glanced away.

Killian noticed that Emma kept staring at him, almost as if she was afraid he was going to disappear. When she ducked her head and glanced away he was miffed they weren't where they were going so he could pull her into his arms and assure her he was here to stay. Squeezing her fingers, he spoke softly, "Love, don't be shy, if our places were switched, I too, would be staring at your lovely face." He then kissed her hand.

"I don't mean to be so flustered but being here with you is just so…" and she hesitated, for the feelings she had were just too overwhelming for her to even put into words.

"I want you to know, I feel the same way. And I want you to trust me with your heart, for I don't ever want you to feel uneasy."

"And you Killian, are you also trusting me with your heart?"

"But of course my Swan."

Smiling shyly at him, she put their joined hands against her cheek. "I'm glad."

He agreed with a smile and as they were driving by the area where all of his ships were docked, he told about his business. "You know, you're not my first Swan?" He said with a flirty little smile.

"Oh?" She responded with a pout.

But then when he explained how the four yachts he had purchased were all named swan, but in other languages, and he had added to his fleet and named them swans, also, she was even more fascinated.

"What are the odds, do you think?"

Killian laughed at her question, "I’m not sure about odds, I was thinking someone was trying really hard to get my attention. I'm glad I listened."

The restaurant was up ahead and pulling into its parking lot, he stopped the car. "Here we are."

Emma looked up at the sign advertising Prime 112, the place she was to meet him in December 2015, just over a year ago. A place that had made her heart ache every time she had driven past. "Why here?"

He knew she would be hesitant about entering into this place again, but he wanted her to give ALL of herself to him, no holding back. Reaching under the seat, he picked up a delicate white flower and held it out to her, "This is a Freesia, and it's meaning is trust. Can you trust me, Emma, to take all the pain away?"

Taking the flower from him, Emma felt tears gather in the corners of her eyes. "I will."

Looking deeply into her eyes, he responded, "I hope to hear that from you again someday. Ready?" She nodded her head yes, and jumping down, he walked around to open her door. Taking her hand and tucking it through his elbow, he escorted her into the place as if she were a princess, more importantly, his princess.

Killian was feeling pleased with how the evening had gone so far. Yes, it had been very hard, forgive the pun, he thought silently, to stop the progression of their lovemaking in her apartment, but he wanted her to feel like a princess and if he had to endure tighter pants for another few hours, so be it. She was worth it. As they walked to the door, he could see the employees standing around holding the flowers, just like he had asked them to do. Walking through the doorway, Emma was being handed pansies, of all different colors, and with each person that handed her a new one, he could see the confusion on her face grow. Rori, the same hostess that had made his reservation the last time, was waiting for them and then led them to a table, the same table that Emma had sat at, on that fateful December night. It was a curved bench with seating on one side of the table, so Emma slid in with Killian following. As had happened when they walked into the restaurant, any time they passed a waiter or a waitress, they handed Emma a pansy. Rori placed their menus in front of them, "Henry will be your waiter tonight. Enjoy your meal." Then she left them alone. As soon as she was gone, Emma turned to Killian and held up the bunch of pansies she had been given along the way, "Pansies? What do they tell me?" "Pansies tell you that you are in someone's thoughts. And look around you, what do you see?" Emma took a moment to look all around the room. Every shelf, every counter and every table had vases of pansies. "I see pansies, lots and lots of pansies." With a little smile, she brought the pansies she was holding to her nose to smell. Leaning closer, Killian waited until she was looking at him before saying, "I wanted you to know that for every petal on every flower here tonight, that's only a small fraction of how often I've thought of you since that first letter." Emma leaned in until she was close enough for their lips to meet, and just before they touched, said quietly, "I feel so loved." Then she closed the distance between them. The kiss was tender, an affirmation of how special he was making her feel, and while she felt it down to her toes, they didn't allow it to escalate beyond that. Pulling back slightly, she nuzzled his nose with hers, and only stopped when she heard a serving cart settling in front of their table. Turning her head, she saw her waiter from that fateful night, Henry, but whom she recently found out was Regina's adopted brother. "Hi, Henry. How are Rosie and Robby?" Henry grinned at Emma's question, "According to my sister and Robin, they are perfect and much advanced for almost one-year-olds, however, according to Roland, they are the scourge of the seven seas, worse even than Captain Hook." And then he smirked at Killian Emma frowned at Killian, "You know Henry?" Killian reached up and scratched behind his ear and then gave her a rather sheepish smile, "Aye, love, it's a rather convoluted tale, that is not meant to be discussed tonight, right lad?" Henry nodded his head at Killian, "If you say so Captain" and turning, he picked up a bouquet of various types of flowers and handed them to him, "I believe these are yours. Shall I pour you some champagne while you look over the menu?" Killian nodded his head and Henry poured the champagne and then left them alone.

"These flowers symbolize a love that is deep and abiding,” he said as he handed her an iris, a red rose, a red tulip, a yellow tulip and an orange blossom.

“And this” he handed her more flowers, “is honeysuckle. These flowers mean you give me not only love but a happiness beyond anything I've ever imagined."

"And this,” he handed her one more, “It’s a Forget-Me-Not. And Emma, I hope this is a night you will never forget." As he handed her each flower, Emma had fallen more and more under his spell. His talk of anticipation and the flower of trust already there, as if he knew exactly how she was going to react to seeing this place. And then walking into a room and being handed flowers that showed he had been thinking about her as if that wasn't evident by the work that he had already put into their evening, and now, flowers of love, for her. Looking down she could see goosebumps running up and down her arms, so emotionally overwhelmed was she by this man.��But when she looked back up at him she could see the love shining in his eyes, her fears flew and she felt that every wish she had ever made had come true.

"You know,” she said as she cupped his jaw with her right hand, “growing up Leo always quoted sayings to M&M and I, as if they were able to explain life and it's many meanings. As teens, we thought he was crazy, but one saying he often quoted to me fits this moment so perfectly, he said, 'Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control. I love you," and as she leaned in to kiss him, she wasn't sure if the wetness she felt were from her tears or his. Killian's heart felt like it was preparing to take wings and fly away. Opening his eyes, he used his thumb and gently brushed the wetness off of her face, "Thank you Swan. Shall we eat?" The rest of the meal went well and Henry was the perfect waiter. Emma finally got Killian to tell her what happened with Henry. It seemed when he had come in to make the plans for dinner, Henry had recognized him from a themed birthday party for Roland a few years back. Unfortunately, then it had come out that Killian had been the one to not show up to meet her and Henry had defended her honor. The only way Killian had gotten Henry to believe that he was sincere was to promise another party for Roland. As they sat finishing the last of their after dinner drinks, Emma heard music and looked up to see that they were alone. Realizing exactly what the music was, caused tears to once again threaten, "You remembered." "How could I not? Dance with me Swan?" He stood up and taking her hand, helped her up. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tightly against his body, and they danced to the same tune they had danced to on her birthday, 'I Can't Seem to Make You Mine.' As the song ended, Killian leaned in and kissed her with so much passion he took her breath, then he whispered in her ear, "I think we've waited long enough Swan. Can I make you mine?" "Definitely!" Taking his hand they hurried from the Prime 112, anxious for the night to end in a much more intimate fashion.

K&E

The tension between them had been palpable on the ride back from dinner and during the ride up the elevator. Killian knew that Emma was feeling it too as each time she glanced his way her pupils were more dilated and her skin tinted just a bit pinker. He kept taking deep calming breaths as he hadn't been with a woman since he had met Swan, and he didn't want the evening to be over before the horse got out of the door. Destiny had played a part in allowing them to even have a first time and by gods he planned to make the most of it, for both himself and Emma. Her body was a sight more alluring than his hand, and nothing better get in their way, or bloody hell, they would have to answer to him.

As they walked down the hall toward her apartment, he had been holding her hand, thinking about the moment when they walked inside, and he could pick her up in his arms and carry her to bed. As they reached her door and she pulled out her keys, he turned her so she was leaning against the door, and leaned in and kissed her. Only touching at the lips, he opened his mouth over hers and poured every ounce of passion possible into that kiss. When he finally pulled away, her lips chased after his, and unable to resist he dove back in for another taste. She tasted like wine and heaven and hearing her slight groan weakened his knees. Releasing her lips, he sighed against hers, "Invite me in Swan."

Emma's heartbeat had been supercharged since they had left the restaurant, knowing what was going to happen. She had been anticipating this moment for longer than she was ready to admit and now that the time was here, she was nervous. Afraid that she wouldn't live up to what he wanted or what he needed. When she heard him ask her to invite him in and she looked in his eyes and saw exactly what he was feeling staring back at her, she relaxed, giving herself over into his hands to do with whatever he desired. She was his, but decided to be a little coy with him, "Killian, do you want to come in for coffee?" Then she raised an eyebrow.

He lifted one corner of his mouth, "Emma, we both know if I come in, it will be for more than coffee." He lifted his right hand and ran his fingers along her cheek, before giving her a gentle peck.

Bringing both hands up to cup his face, and looking him directly in the eye, so he would understand what she was saying, she whispered, "I know. In fact, I'm counting on it."

She smiled at him and turned around to unlock the door, but had barely gotten it opened when it was pushed all the way by a black nose, followed by a black and white furry body. Hearing Killian mutter, "Bloody hell" behind her, she groaned and said. "We forgot Rumple."

His pants had been getting tighter and tighter from just a few kisses and as soon as she had unlocked the door, his plan had been to sweep her up into his arms and carry her down the hallway, that is until a four-legged busy body had almost swept her off her feet first. When she had turned to tell him that they had forgotten Rumple, he had done the only thing that needed to be done. He swept Rumple up into his arms, and flipped him over like a baby, and just stood there, not moving. What was even more surprising was the fact that Rumple, who was always very exuberant in his greetings, just lay in his arms, like a docile child.

Emma saw Killian pick up Rumple and thought oh no, the dog will go nuts, wiggling to be put down, and white fur will fly everywhere. And then she got a look at how docile he was behaving while being held like a child and her jaw dropped. "Wha," and stopping to swallow, tried again. "How" and waving her hand at the display in front of her, "did you learn to do that?"

Looking down at the dog whose tongue was hanging out of his mouth, but otherwise was lying still, he shook his head, "I don't even know really. One time he was going a bit nuts and I happened to pick him up like this and he immediately relaxed. Now, what do we need to do before I can DO you." He smirked.

Emma couldn't help herself, she was so happy, she giggled, then she rolled her eyes, "He needs to go out, and then he should go to bed. Let me get his leash and I'll show you where he goes."

Putting Rumple down, Killian pulled her against him. "I will take him out. You can take care of whatever you need to take care of up here, alright?"

Nodding her head yes, she showed him where Rumple's treats, pooper scoop and bags and leash were and he took his friend out to take care of business. While he was gone, she took the flowers and put them in a vase before setting them in the table. Turning all the lights off, except for one, she went into the bedroom and pulled her hair out of the ponytail and brushed it out.

She found herself flitting around the room, looking for things to do so she closed the blinds, lit a few candles, and then folded back the bedding. After looking around the room one last time, she locked up the apartment and gave Rumple his bedtime treat.

"You hungry? I could make some tac,” she started to ask, but before she could finish the word, he had bent down, wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her legs and picked her up off of the ground.

"I am hungry alright," he said as he started moving down the hall as quickly as he could. Once inside her bedroom, he dropped her legs so she slid slowly down his body. Pulling her tightly against him, he cupped the back of her head with his left hand and palmed her behind with his right, pushing her hips into his, leaving no doubt what he was truly hungry for.

"I want you, Swan." He whispered before his lips covered hers, moving smoothly, sliding along hers slowly.

Sipping, teasing, their breathing escalating, filling the silence of the room. Deeper still the kisses grew until hands join in and caress wherever they can reach. Moans eventually penetrated the silence, filling each with a deeper need to see and be seen. As the kisses continued to deepen, Killian reached for the zipper in the back of her dress and slid it down, slowly, allowing his finger to trail along her petal soft skin, that was being exposed.

Emma shivered at his touch and finally with the need to breathe, their lips parted, she buried her nose in his neck, taking the opportunity to place gentle kisses just under his left earlobe. She felt his hands reach up to take hold of each side of her dress, pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms, until it fell in a pile of pale pink material at their feet. Encouraging her to step out of the circle, Killian guided her backward, and gently pushed her into a sitting position on the bed, before kneeling at her feet. He picked up her left foot and after unbuckling her sandal, slid it off and tossed it aside. Taking her foot between his hands, he rubbed his thumbs into the ball of it. Emma had never had anyone massage her foot before and almost purred in contentment.

Kneeling below her, he took a minute to appreciate her beauty as she sat before him in her satin pale pink bra and panty set, her excitement for the way he was touching her evident for him to see. He watched her as he rubbed her foot, her face a study in sensuality, and her body becoming more flushed, the more aroused she became. Pulling her foot up to his lips, Killian nibbled along her instep until she curled her toes and then he gently lowered it and repeated the process with her other leg. Once he put her right foot down, he put his hands on each side of her hips and leaned in, placing his lips against hers. She opened for him as he slowly walked his hands backward, meaning to follow her down.

Emma couldn't believe how sexy it was to have someone remove your shoes and kiss your feet, but she would gladly allow Killian to do it again. As he started to lower her to the bed, while kissing her senseless, she put her hand against his chest, halting him. "Hey, my turn."

He gazed up at her, "Love, I haven't really gotten started."

"You have too many clothes on, love," she quipped trying to mimic his accent. "Here, let me help." Scooting over, she moved him over next to her on the bed, and slowly unbuttoned his vest, pushing it off his shoulders. His shirt buttons were next and each button undone, revealed a piece of chest that she needed to kiss. Thinking she needed to be a little closer, she pushed him down on his back, pulled the tail of his shirt from his pants and straddled him, settling over the evidence of his arousal. Continuing her journey, she unbuttoned each button, kissing her way down, nuzzling aside tufts of hair to kiss bare skin, down his pectoral muscles, along his lean stomach until she reached his belly button, where she swirled the tip of tongue, causing him to twitch. "You're ticklish?"

Looking up at her perched above him, he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful, "Impatient is what I am." Then he tapped his bottom lip, "I want you here."

Emma leaned over and kissed him lightly, but before she could sit back up, he took control of the kiss. He pulled himself back into a sitting position so he was above her while running his hands up and down her side, allowing his thumbs to hook in the band of her bra and panties as it moved past.

Emma's fingers were busy playing along the waistband of his pants which made him realize how tightly they were. He kissed the tip of her nose and asked. "You want me out of them?"

Shaking her head yes, she let her fingers roam a bit more, "Definitely."

When her hand hit a particularly sensitive spot, he growled in appreciation, and pushed himself up, "Me too."

As he got off the bed, Emma appreciated the view of his lean shoulders and back, some muscle definition but not overly so, leading down to a narrow waist and a taunt behind. When he turned to look at her after removing his jeans, her breathing halted at how sexy he looked in the candlelight. Defined pecs and a tight set of abs topped a nicely wrapped package filling out a set of navy boxer briefs. Licking her lips, she followed the line of chest hair up from the band of his boxers, along his abs, up his sternum to where it spread over both pecs, making her fingers knead the bedding so strong was her need to touch. The shadows played around his neck and face, the auburn in his scruff glinting in the candlelight, up to his sensuous lips, high cheekbones, and eyes that were almost black in the low light. His hair fell rakishly over his forehead, artfully mussed from her marauding fingers, and framed elfin ears.

Gorgeous, hers and she wanted him now, was her main thought. Curling her finger in a "come here" motion, she patted the bed next to her and waited. Killian caught her looking and dimpled as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs as if undecided about their removal, and raised an eyebrow in question. Emma sat up and crawled toward the side of the bed where he stood. She went up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing him several times at mid-chest. Hooking her thumbs in his boxers, she pulled them down over his hips, and lifted them over his arousal before pushing them lower so he could step out.

Putting a knee on the bed, Killian settled down onto the pillow. With his arms wrapped around her, his lips met hers in a fiery kiss, nipping, sucking, soothing, while their hands familiarized themselves with newly uncovered territory. Reaching around behind her, he unfastened the hooks to her bra and slid it off of her shoulder, using his lips and tongue, to kiss, lick and suck, on each new piece of skin. Not sure how much longer he could hold out, but wanting to taste and touch each new delicate offering, he ran his hands lightly along her side, and around her stomach and up, feeling her shiver under his ministrations. She was a delicacy he had no intentions of rushing through, wanting to peel away each layer with both hands and mouth, until he had filled his need. Reaching the point where his body was crying for release, he pulled her over him where she fit them together, as if they were puzzle pieces meant to be connected. The feeling was so great, he put his hands on either side of her hips, holding her still, allowing his body a moment to relish the feeling of being a part of hers. Looking into her eyes, her pupils wide with need, he felt his heart would burst, so great was its speed. Killian reached up, pulling her down to where their lips met and the rhythm of their bodies slowly matched, singing a tune that only the other knew. Emma couldn't believe when Killian pulled her on top but took advantage and joined their bodies slowly, producing groans of contentment from both. Once he was fully seated, she looked into his eyes, allowing him to see what was in her heart and what she needed from him right then. Understanding her need, he set a rhythm meant to excite, using his body to make hers sing, as if he was the bow and her body the violin. Adding a delicious twist to his hips and hitting just the right spot, caused stars to appear before her eyes before they reached the peak that went on and on, causing her heart to race in her chest. Pinpricks of emotion undulated in waves out from where they were joined, each bigger than the previous until settling and she collapsed onto his chest, their breathing labored, but their bodies temporarily sated.

Feeling the tears leak from her eyes, Emma rolled off of Killian and snuggled against his side. As her breathing calmed, she leaned back to look up at him, "That was nice." And then she smirked at his raised eyebrow, "Ok, maybe better than nice, terrific?"

Killian brought his hand up to caress her face, "If you think that was just fine or terrific, give me a few minutes, and we'll go for earth shattering or out of this world." Then pulling her close, he soothed his hand over her back until he felt her relax. "Are you alright, love?"

"I'm more than alright, why do you ask?"

He wiped his thumb across an errant tear, and held it up, "Tears?"

Emma pulled his fingers to her mouth and kissed them, "Tears of happiness. For so long I never thought I would have this, we would have this, that sometimes the feelings just bubble over." Looking up at him, she could see that he was just as affected by the feelings between them as she was. "Are you alright?"

"Perfect," he said popping his 't', before getting out of bed to blow out the last remaining candle. Back in bed, he lay back and pulled her to his side, wrapping her close. She propped her chin on his chest and with her index finger drew circles in the soft hairs, sending small tremors throughout his body. As her circles got bigger, reaching lower, her hand got bolder, until any thought of sleep completely flew from Killian's mind. "Love, you keep that up,..." His body jumped as her hand hit its mark. Continuing her hand movements, Emma glanced up at him under her eyelashes and quipped, "That's the operative word, isn’t it?" Then her lips followed her hands, which led to other activities, delaying sleep for both long into the night.

K&E

Emma woke wrapped in warm arms and looking into the eyes of Rumple, who's head was laying on the mattress, right at her head. When she saw him, she couldn't help it and started giggling, which woke Killian up.

"Morning love, what's so funny?" Leaning up, he saw the dog and joined her. "Guess he's ready for a walk, eh?

Deciding to both take him for a walk on the beach, they dressed, clipped on his leash and left. The day was beautiful for February and as it was early enough in the morning, the sand was relatively empty. With their hands clasped, they meandered along, speaking softly of a variety of topics, and realizing they both had to go back to work the next day invoked a small amount of anxiety.

Killian could tell his Swan was feeling anxious as the grip of her hand became tighter and her answers to questions more clipped. Knowing what must be done, he stopped, turned her towards him and looped his arms around her hips, pulling her close. With Rumple sitting at their feet, he leaned in for a kiss and then standing there on the sand, in the early morning light started into her eyes.

“Emma, the future's nothing to be frightened of. I want it all with you, and by all, I mean a wedding and our babies, but until you are ready, I will be here, next to you as often as you will allow me.”

She glanced up at him, his eyes full of love and concern for her, “I want you with me always, Killian. That's what is frightening me.”

Hugging her tightly, he thought about what he should say, "Let's take it one day at a time, alright? I am ready, you let me know when you are.”

Standing on her tip toes, she kissed him slowly. " I will. Ready for the next step in us?"

He cocked a brow, "I thought we had taken the next step, but I'm willing to go another round."

Shaking her head at his playfulness, they resumed their walk, "I'm talking about meeting my family. My sister has issued a lunch ultimatum, not an invitation, for later. You ready?"

Reaching up to scratch behind his ear, he glanced at her and laughed, "I'm ready if you are as I got the same ultimatum from Liam and his wife, Elsa for dinner."

"Wait, Elsa? As in Arende, the OB specialist?"

"Aye, the very one."

"That's so strange as I've sent patients to her but have only spoken to her on the phone once or twice. Our lives have truly been intertwined."

"Fate my darling." He kissed her hard and they continued their walk, taking home some bearclaws and coffee to enjoy on the balcony.

The morning was spent just being together. They moved from the balcony to the sofa to the bed, talking, laughing and loving. Hoping she would let him stay, Killian had brought along several changes of clothing, and they were able to shower and dress for their lunch with M&M and David without having to drive to the beach or without having to be separated, which to them was the most important.

Killian drove, and noticing that Emma was wringing her hands together asked, "Nervous love?"

Smiling at him, she shook her head, "Not so much nervous, just anxious about what they are going to ask you."

"It will be fine, relax." Then to get her mind on something else, he went on to talk about his schedule for the next few weeks and that in March, water activity increased as did his business.

"I want you to go with me on some of the trips if your hospital schedule allows. You can protect me from those other women." He winked.

As he hoped she snickered and went on to talk about the hospital and the people she worked with on a daily basis. Some names he recognized from Liam and Elsa and he hadn't said anything yet but he suspected that he knew her brother in law, David, from when he was a lad. She had been his destiny but, it had just taken them a while to find each other.

M&M opened the door to their knock and hugged her sister, whispering, “not bad,” in her ear. She then led them to the patio where David was tending the grill, who turned to say hello but what came out instead was, "Killy?"

Killian gave Emma a sheepish smile before looking back at David, "Aye. Charming?" Then they moved toward each other laughing and hugged as if they were long lost friends.

Emma and M&M stood there with their mouth's hanging open, as their men treated each other like long lost friends. When the men finally broke apart, they explained to the women that David had, in fact, gone to school with Killian's brother, Liam, who was helping with some of the designs on their new home. "Small world," M&M murmured.

"And Charming?" Emma asked, looking at both David and Killian.

David blushed, "It was nothing really."

Killian laughed, "Oh, don't be modest Dave, Liam filled me in. It seems that Dave, here, had a way with the girls in high school, so he was coined Charming. There was one, in particular, Abigail wasn't it?"

Walking over David hugged Emma hello and then suggested she and M&M, bring the rest of the lunch out to the table and he and Killian would tend to the grill.

Killian squeezed Emma's fingers when she glanced at him, and then leaned in and kissed her cheek, before whispering, "I'll be fine, go."

Once the ladies were out of sight, David handed Killian a cold drink, then checked on the grill. "So, should I ask what your intentions are toward my wife's sister?"

Rolling his eyes at his long lost mate, Killian answered, "Whatever they are, they’re as much up to her as they are to me. But if it makes you feel better," he said looking longingly toward where she had gone into the house, "I would marry her tomorrow if she would have me."

David clapped him on the back, "Be patient with her."

Looking back at David, Killian nodded, "Aye, I've all the time in the world."

K&E

As soon as the door was behind them, M&M and Emma stopped and looked at each other, with amazement. "Emma, can you believe what we just learned?"

Pulling her sister into the kitchen to gather the lunch supplies, Emma responded, "What, that they've known each other forever or that David' nickname is Charming and Killian's is Killy?"

Shaking her head at the strangeness that was her life, Emma answered her sister's questions about her date the night before, as well as filling her in on what she had learned about him. She was happy though when it was announced the meat was ready since there were some things, she just didn't think her sister needed to know.

Picking up the plates and silverware, she carried those out to the table and then went back in for the salad. M&M brought out the bread and napkins and lunch turned out to be a mixture of stories from when the men were young, to discussions about Emma and Killian. Once the meal was completed and the table was cleaned, Emma deemed it time to go home so they could take Rumple for a walk before they made their second appearance of the day at Liam's house. With promises of getting together again soon, the door was shut behind them.

As they walked to the car they wrapped their arms around each other and Emma looked up at him. "Killy?" She giggled. He growled and kissed her, but her only answer was the redness on the tips of his ears.

K&E

They arrived back to the apartment in record time and took Rumple for a walk on the beach and for a run in the dog park. Killian wrapped his arm around Emma and pulled her close as they walked back home, not only because he wanted her close but it had gotten cooler, and he liked keeping her warm. Once on the elevator, Rumple settled in close as he could to Killian's leg, and waited patiently for them to reach their floor. Emma was feeling a bit chilled, and taking advantage of the fact the elevator was empty, snuggled close and wrapped her arms around Killian's waist. Turning she nudged his chin with her nose until he tilted his head and kissed her. It was an open mouth kiss that consumed her, and when he reached up and cupped her cheek, to get closer, her heart sped up thinking about all the time they had spent loving each other before going to M&M and David's house. Wanting to meet Killian's family, as he had met hers but, also wanting to spend the evening alone with him, exploring each other, again and again. The elevator doors opened on their floor and after a few nudges from Rumple, they broke apart to walk off. Killian was glad they didn't see anyone after they got off the elevator as that kiss had given him some carnal thoughts which affected the fit of his pants. He really wanted to take his Swan and show her a thing or two that he had been thinking about over the past couple of years, but bloody hell, Liam was being an old sod and had demanded their presence. So he would wait until after dinner when they were alone, and then, he would make up for lost time. Unlocking the door to the apartment, Emma unclipped Rumple's leash and put it away. Because of the hot kiss in the elevator, she needed to cool off, and what better way than on the balcony, several stories up. She had been leaning on the railing, looking over the ocean waves, when she heard Killian come out and wrap his arms around her. Turning she looped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his thick hair, "What time should we leave for dinner?" Kissing her, Killian pulled her tightly against him, "Liam just called and Elsa was pulled out on an emergency, so we are off the hook, so to speak. Can you think of any way we can occupy our time?" "We're free tonight?" Emma asked moving a little closer and kissing the side of his neck. "Oh, I think I might need to do some laundry," then she kissed the other side of his neck, "Or clean the bathroom." Then she kissed his lips. Killian pinned her against the railing and quickly took control of the kiss, showing her with his mouth and tongue exactly what he wanted to do with his body. They almost forgot they were out on a balcony, alone, but not really alone, and when one of them moaned and Emma pushed her hands inside his back pockets to squeeze his backside he knew what needed to be done. Turning them, but never releasing her mouth, he walked them back inside the apartment and made an attempt at shutting the door. Releasing her lips, he waited until she had opened her eyes, "Hold on.” Before picking her up and putting her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold and walking down the hall to the bedroom, where he showed her several creative uses for their hands, lips and other body parts.

K&E

As February became March Emma and Killian spent more and more time together. While she wasn’t ready for a ‘formal’ verbal commitment, she knew in her heart that she loved him and that she wanted to be with him always, but the actual step was something that she wanted to take a bit slowly. Thinking back over their strange relationship, she couldn’t believe that it had been just over two years ago when she had visited the beach house for the first time, and somehow her letter had reached through time and space to connect her with Killian. She had fallen in love with a man through his letters, thought she had lost him to time, thought she had lost him to death, only to discover that he had, indeed, waited for her. That now her family not only consisted of M&M, David and her future niece or nephew, but Killian, and his brother and wife, and of course Rumple. The eerie, strangely perceptive dog who somehow seemed to have a hand in whatever magical means had brought them together. Whatever, or whoever it was, she didn’t really know and didn’t really care. They were together and life was good.

Emma was finishing up her rounds one day in late March and ready to call it a night. She hadn’t seen much of Killian for a few days as she had been working long shifts at the hospital and he had been booked on nightly cruises and she was anxious to get home to her boys. Since they had found each other in February, they had spent every night together, but depending on their work schedules, the place varied between her apartment or the beach house. Pulling out her phone she sent a quick text to Killian;

E: Hey babe. Where are we tonight?

K: Rumple and I are at the beach house waiting for you.

E: Perfect. I hope to leave in an hour.

K: We’ll be waiting. A walk on the beach?

E: You read my mind. Followed by?

K: Netflix and maybe a bath?

E: Heaven.

K: Heaven is anywhere with you.

E: I love you

K: Love you too. Drive safely

Emma reread his last text and smiled at his kiss emoji at the end. Picking up the pile of charts she sat down in the charting room and got to work. Working steadily, she had just finished when she heard her name and looked up to see Ruby standing in the door. “Ruby, hi, how are things?”

Ruby smiled at her before answering, “The question is, how ARE you? Since Mr. Tall, Dark and Hunky came into your life, we haven’t seen much of each other. “

“Things are good Ruby.” Then she noticed the little smirk on Ruby’s face. “Ok, things are more than good, fantastic, even. I’m so happy,” and she hesitated a second, “that I’m scared he’s going to disappear.”

Ruby’s look became one of gentle concern, “Em, he’s the one you met through letters right? You never explained how you met anyway.”

Emma thought about the discussion that she had had with Killian about this very thing. About how to explain ‘how’ they had met because everyone would think they were nuts, which when you thought too hard about it, it did sound like they were nuts. She ended up telling her the story they had come up with, which stretched the truth, yet still allowed some of the romanticism to shine through.

“Yes, we were pen pals, I guess you could say. And then after thinking we were never going to be together, fate stepped in and here we are. “ Shrugging her shoulders, at the irony that a woman of science had left her love life up to fate, well, it was very ironic.

Ruby nearly swooned, “It’s so romantic.”

Emma thought to herself, well, if she knew the real story, she would totally swoon. “Yes, it is. And he and Rumple are waiting at home for a walk on the beach.” Finishing the charts in record time, she headed for the beach.

K&E

Killian looked over at Rumple who was sitting by the front door waiting for Emma. “She’ll be here soon, boy.”

Rumple wagged his tail but didn’t move, even when Killian pulled out the treat bag trying to entice him away from the door. Twenty minutes later, Rumple jumped up on the door handle, opening it and took off down the walk toward the yellow bug that was just pulling up to park.

Shaking his head at the dog’s uncanny abilities, Killian muttered, “Someone needs to teach that dog how to close the bloody door.”

Killian stood waiting for Emma to finish greeting Rumple so she could greet him. Rumple’s tail was wagging and he kept jumping up on her but she just scratched his ears and talked to him like he was a four-year-old. While he thought it was nice that they loved each other so much, the fact that he was playing second fiddle to such creature, hadn’t escaped his notice. However, when Swan turned his way and bestowed on him the most beatific smile and then ran into him arms and kissed him senseless, he let it slide.

Keeping her close, they entered the house and he sent her to change into something more comfortable while he set out their dinner. When she returned, she looked much more comfortable in shorts and a tank and pulling out her chair, she sat down to eat. Talking about their day was something that Killian never got tired of as she lit up with such joy and often became so animated that he felt like he was right there with her. His only issues came when she came home after losing a patient and wondered if she had done everything possible. Those times he could do nothing but hold her and let her work through her grief on her own.

Dinner was done, the dishes cleaned up and the sun was on its way down creating shadows along the beach. “Ready for that walk love?”

Emma, who had been wiping down the counters, turned to him with a grin, “Ready. Do you think we should take Rumple?”

Kilian looked over where the dog was sleeping, and raised both of his brows, “You really think he would let us leave without him?”

Laughing at the dog’s antics to always want to be included, Emma agreed and all three went down to walk along the beach. Emma and Killian, fingers linked, walked slowly along, talking quietly and watched the movements of the dog, who would chase something into the tall grass every few minutes. Finally, Emma couldn’t stand it any longer and went to see what he was doing but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“Killian, what IS he doing?” she asked him since he wasn’t paying any attention to the dog’s behavior.

“Oh, don’t mind him. He’s chasing a crocodile.” And kept on walking like it was not any big deal.

Emma shook her head at him, “Did you just say he’s chasing a crocodile? There aren’t crocodiles in Florida. We have alligators.”

“No Swan, not a big crocodile. One of those little brown or green crocodiles that are always in the garden.”

When she finally figured out what he was talking about, she laughed. “Babe, those are lizards. We don’t have crocodiles in Florida.”

Killian looked at her out of the side of his eye, “If you say so Swan, but in my line of work, you meet crocodiles every day.” He said as he laughed with her and hugged her close to his side.

Once back home they chose something to watch on Netflix and cuddled up on the sofa. After the movie was over, Killian could tell that Emma was getting tired and asked, “Shall I run you a bath?”

Emma looked over her shoulder at him, “That depends. Are you joining me?” His smirk was all the answer she needed.

~fin

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