Chapter 11

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Killian was in his office when he heard a scream. He pushed his chair out and ran down the stairs and saw Emma holding her hand. Her face twisted up into a look of pain as blood dripped down her arm and puddled onto the floor. He looked around and saw a knife on the floor and a pile of chopped celery on a cutting board on the counter. He ran to her and grabbed a paper towel to clean up the blood.

"What happened?" He asked as he tried to get the bleeding to stop.

"I was cutting celery for some soup and I cut my hand." She explained.

He went to his alcohol cabinet and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and a bandaid from the bathroom. The cut wasn't even that big, but it was making a hell of a mess. He returned to her and poured the liquid over the cut and she winced.

"Ah! What the hell is that?"

"Rum. And a bloody waste of it too."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Emma stood up. "I'll go and finish dinner."

"No. You're banned from cooking or cleaning my kitchen until your hand heals."

She rolled her eyes but leaned back on the couch. Killian handed her the television remote and patted her head like she was a dog and skipped off into the kitchen. She laughed at his immaturity and scrolled through the shows that were on. An hour later, Killian walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of soup in his hands. He placed hers in her lap and sat down.

"When was the last time you didn't have to make dinner, love?" He asked.

"I don't really know. I've always made dinner." She said after thinking for a little while.

"Well, from now on, I'll be serving you."

"No, I don't want that, Killian. Just by taking me away from Walsh was enough."

Emma put the news on to avoid anymore conversation. As soon as it came on, Emma's face was pictured on the screen. She tensed up and he noticed. Killian placed his hand on her knee and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Emma Swan is still missing after three days. Her boyfriend is suspected of her disappearance, but is not in custody." The woman said. Emma's eyes widened in shock, but she was also relieved that Killian wasn't a suspect.

"Maybe you won't have to worry about him anymore. If the police find 'evidence' that he kidnapped you or something, then he will be put in jail." He said.

"I hope so." She mumbled.

They ate the rest of their dinner and watched movies for the rest of the evening. Killian went into the bathroom to take a shower and Emma plopped down on the bed to rest. Everything hurt and ached, but she didn't know why. She got lost in her thoughts. Walsh was a suspect in her case. If he got locked away in jail, no one would know about the abuse he caused. He seemed perfect at first. The real charmer. But as time went on, he changed. He was mean. Emma heard the water shut off in the bathroom, right before she fell asleep, and everything went dark.

Killian got out of the shower and dried off, and then tied a towel around his waist. He could barely see his reflection in the mirror, but he didn't care. But he knew he was starting to have a feeling of a withdrawal from not killing. It wasn't effecting him physically, but it was mentally. His thoughts swam around in his head but when he thought of his little blonde angel in the next room, a smile broke out on his face. He was falling, and he was falling hard.

He left the bathroom and saw Emma asleep on the bed. Her arm covering her eyes. He frowned at her discomfort and put on boxers, pajama pants, and a plain white t-shirt. He then crawled on the bed and took her shoes off, then proceeded to rub her feet. She started to stir, but he didn't mind.

"What are you doing?" She asked groggily. It was obvious she had just fallen asleep, and was nowhere near ready to wake up.

"Massaging your feet. Lay on your stomach and I'll do your back." He suggested.

She reluctantly turned over, but he stayed at her feet, making sure she didn't ache there anymore. He moved up to her back and started to massage it too.

"This is amazing." She moaned. "I don't think I'll let you stop ever again."

"You carry stress here, don't you, love?"

"I don't know. I mean I guess."

He rubbed and massaged her back for another 45 minutes. He adored her and the sounds she made. He wanted to make his love happy. She started to move and he got off of her. She faced him and kissed his lips and motioned for him to sit down.

"My turn." She said as she sat on him.

"I wasn't done." He said stubbornly.

"Are you complaining?"

"Certainly not. I like to see you up there, just as much as I like seeing you down here."

She giggled and rolled her eyes. Emma then proceeded to rub the knots and kinks out of his back. He moaned his appreciation. She used this time to think about their relationship. She was starting to really, really like him. She knew her feelings were more than attraction. She was just scared to tell Killian how she felt, in case he didn't feel the same. After about 10 minutes, he started to squirm under her and she got off of him.

"Did I hurt you?" She asked.

"No." His cheeks were a little red. Was he blushing?

She didn't get a chance to question anything else because he crashed his lips to hers. He pinned her on the bed and put her hands above her head. She kissed him back with the same roughness as he gave her. Emma pulled her hands down and he got off of her. Both of them were breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry." Killian whispered with his fingertips touching his lips. He still felt the little tingling feeling that her kisses always left.

"For what?"

"I didn't mean to pin you down like that. I'm sorry for letting it get that far."

She crawled over to him and kissed him again. She moved her hands to his shirt and tugged at the hem of it. He gripped her wrists and pulled back.

"Emma? What are you doing?" He asked.

"Walsh never forced himself on me. He went to bars all the time to satisfy those needs." She said looking down at his lips. "Please? I want you."

He swallowed hard, but nodded, and went back to kissing her.

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